A 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...
Yoongi; yea but i didn't and i got a killer tattoo so who's the real winner here
Jin; Yoongi what the fuck
Jin; you scared us half to death!
Joon; i had a house full of sad bottoms, and whatever tf hoseok is
Seokie; what's the tattoo
Seokie; lemme seeeeeee
Jin; this better be good
Joon; ^^^^
Yoongi;
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Jin; is amazing don't get me wrong
Jin; but why
Joon; yea you don't seem like the type to do it just for aesthetic
Yoongi; well all my other secrets are already out so let me give up my last bit of private personal information
Yoongi; it's the creation of adam, that christian faith painting and i was thinking one night, ya know i always wanted a tattoo. But i was thinking about Jimin and my parents and
Yoongi; it's in dedication to Jimin and my mother, its her memory burnt into my skin forever to prove that i'm not my father. It's her, reaching out to me, and Jungkook, not being able to reach but trying her damn best to be there
Yoongi; not to mention you know, jimin always being just out of reach and it symbolizes him and his faith, and all that shit
Yoongi; i got a tattoo for the boy who broke my heart, you wish you were cool as me 😎😎
Jin; Yoonie i'm crying im so glad you're home and so, so glad you survived those thoughts on your own and not only overcame them but got a permanent reminder of your past
Jin; my baby is so strong :(
Joon; holy shit man that's powerful i am blown away
