Minnie
Feb. 10
4:15 A.M.
Minnie; my dad texted
Minnie; he said he's coming back
Minnie; i tried to play it off and act strong about it but i'm scared
Minnie; i know i shouldn't be going to you for help, but i don't know what else to do
Minnie; i just feel more comfortable talking to you about this than anyone else
Yoongi; is that all he said, he can't he has a restraining order Jimin, you know that
Minnie; he called my mom easy and said she would give in
Minnie; he said you put bad ideas in my head and was shipping me off to a boarding school
Minnie; i just don't know what to do
Minnie; so i blocked him
Yoongi; I won't let him take you anywhere Minnie, not to church, not to the next town over, and definitely not to a boarding school
Yoongi; and your mother is the scariest women i have ever met, save for Jin hyung
Minnie; i don't know what to do if he does come back'
Minnie; i'm scared he does come back
Minnie; what do i do then?
Minnie; i can't just block him and him go away
Yoongi; your mother can sue him
Yoongi; you can throat punch him
Yoongi; or you can text me and i'll gladly do it
Yoongi; but it doesn't matter because he won't come back, because he is a tiny man full of empty threats, and would never stand up to the law
Yoongi; stop wasting time you could be sleeping laying up and worrying about him because i will NOT let him touch you min
Yoongi; I know you've been sick so get some sleep, i gotta get back to work, double schedule and all
Yoongi; and you know it's easier for us all if you listen and just go to bed yea?
Minnie; I miss you
*Message not delivered*
Minnie; i'm sorry
Yoongi; yea i know
Yoongi; goodnight minnie
Minnie; don't work yourself too hard, yoongi
Minnie; goodnight
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Gay Thots
Feb. 11
2:19 P.M.
Jiminie; so my dad texted a hot minute ago
Jiminie; he was like "ah you're a disappointment, restraining orders don't mean shit, have fun at boarding school" and I was like "lol blocked"
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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...