TaeBae
Feb. 6
8:39 A.M.
Kook; why is jimin staring at my legs?
Kook; like i wish i could say this was the weirdest encounter we've had in speech but like-
Kook; it's not
TaeBae; He's calculating
TaeBae; it's okay i told him he can have them
Kook; paRdOn
Kook; wait is this that whole damn cannibalism bullshit again
Kook; look i know we all think he is innocent and shit but he can and will eat my legs
TaeBae; not if you don't consent so i think we safe?
Kook; there is no way to be sure
Kook; i say we eat him before he can eat us
TaeBae; i-
TaeBae; no
TaeBae; and i'm telling your brother you said that he seems to be anti eating people. He is the only sane one
Kook; look it's not like i agree with eating people
Kook; it's just the only way i can be sure he doesn't eat me
TaeBae; tbh the only person he'll ever eat or let eat him is yoongi
TaeBae; rather it be a sandwhich or Yoongi having him sat on his face yk
TaeBae; if i pretend everything is okay and hoseok didn't fuck up my otp i'm okay
Kook; yeah i think jimin was zoned out
Kook; now he is just looking at a spot on his desk with his head down
Kook; the teacher hasn't said anything tho
Kook; she just keeps looking at him with sympathy
Kook; everyone in the class is
Kook; it's super fucking depressing
TaeBae; did you see hobi beat the shit out of the senior who called him depressed or smthing this morning? I heard the hyungs are sending yoongi the names of kids that mess with him
TaeBae; but he still wont talk to Jiminie?
Kook; hahaha yoongi has fucking lOST IT
Kook; i asked him what he wanted for dinner because i was just gonna get some taco bell and he just went "jimin" as if that's genuinely what he wanted for dinner???
Kook; then he panicked when he realized what he said and asked for chinese take out
Kook; but nope
Kook; still won't talk to him
Kook; buT YO
Kook; i have never seen hoseok so mad before
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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...
