High Hobi's Henchman
Dec. 22
4:00 A.M.
Jin; yeahhhhh he's 100% gay
Yoongi; are we talking about the dead horse
Joon; the fake one >:(
ugh; okAY IS THAT HORSE REAL OR FAKE I HAVE BEEN SO CONFUSED
Jin; both
Jin; bye
ugh; WAIT SO IS THE GUY ON THE SOCCER TEAM GAY??????
ugh; SOMEONE PLEASE ANSWER ME?????
Yoongi; ha. Clueless.
Joon; ... ha. Clueless
ugh; hmph. Clueless.
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Chrisitan
Dec 23
11:34 A.M.
Yoongi; wtf do you get a gay 16 year old
Yoongi; like he is turning gay
Yoongi; wait he is turning 16 not gay
Yoongi; he has always been gay
Yoongi; and stupid
Christian; Taehyung enjoys little things
Christian; You could literally get him a button and he would cry and hug you
Yoongi; That's in my budget so-
Yoongi; I got him a ticket to this concert he wanted to go to, but I still have some cash left over I put in his birthday present budget so i thought I'd see if there is anything else he might want
Yoongi; scratch THAT CUTE HOT BITCH BOY IS HERE I-
Christian; Jimin?
Yoongi; no ted bundy- YES JIMIN
Yoongi; we're both in gamestop looking for tae something I guess
Yoongi; he is on his phone though so, but he has on this cute little teddy bear hoodie and I just wanna kiss his cute little nose
Yoongi; help im supposed to be scary :(
Christian; Oh, I'm sure you look intimidating as hell.
Christian; I mean, not when you are standing in the middle of a gamestop fangirling about an ugly little egg in a hoodie, but sure, ride on.
Yoongi; first of all, I'm in the corner, not screaming u ass sack. Also don't be mean to him, thats my thing, don't fucking insult someone. Especially when the shit you're saying isn't tru
Christian; trust me, I've known Park Jimin my whole life. He really isn't something you should put your thoughts into.
Yoongi; listen, I'm not going to let some guy who I don't even really know tell me how to live my life. Cool? Cool.
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Strawberries and Cigarettes
FanfictionA co-written Yoonmin text fic that shows the painful reality of not only having to overcome your own battles, but also the ones left to you by other people. A lovely balance of fluff, angst, and crackhead tae kook. It all starts with a wrong number...