ugh
Jan. 11
10:38 A.M.
Yoongi; who the hell gets Olive Garden at 10am this line is is so long?
ugh; are you seriously skipping chem so you can eat at olive garden
ugh; what the actual fuck yoongi
ugh; you are making me deal with mr collins by myself and even though today he said he was gonna go and leave because his cat died and didn't want to teach, it still hurts my feelings that you left me😭😭
Yoongi; stfu I was getting you bread sticks
Yoongi; I'm getting minnie lunch because he came over late last night and did my laundry for me while I was at work
Yoongi; And left stuff for JK and me to eat for breakfast so that I could sleep last night
ugh; so...
ugh; you got him olive garden?
ugh; i have done plenty for you and i never got Olive Garden
Yoongi; you live at my house 98% of the time
Yoongi; and ffs you're ugly
ugh; you dated me for two years ass wipe
Yoongi; and only two for a reason shit breath
ugh; short dick
Yoongi; your torn up ass wishes
Yoongi; flat ass
ugh; fuckin noodle legs
ugh; owns plenty of shoes but only wears shit ass doc martens lookin ass
ugh; covers stealing shitface
ugh; you closeted ass bottom
ugh; keep yo damn breadsticks
Yoongi; okay even you know the bottom things a stretch
Yoongi; and no I got extra for you :(
ugh; bro💜💜💜
Yoongi; and I got you extra Alfredo :(((
Yoongi; now yo headass being mean
ugh; i mean
ugh; ahaha
ugh; nope i don't got any sexually suggestive jokes right now
ugh; oppar please forgive me
ugh; oof it's been a hot minute since i said that one
Yoongi; I'm shoving the breadsticks up your ass I hate you
Yoongi; I'm gonna be back at school in time for minnies lunch at least
Yoongi; I'm putting the breadsticks in ur locker
ugh; mmm thank you for the meal oppar
ugh; i sarang you oppar owo
Yoongi; I hope you choke
ugh; only on you uwu

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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...