Seokie
Feb. 15
4:28 P.M.
Yoongi; i miss him
Yoongi; but I can't talk to him
Seokie; why not?
Yoongi; i feel like throwing up whenever i try
Yoongi; I see my dad hitting me, and me hitting Jimin
Yoongi; I see jimin being afraid of me, turning me down
Seokie; literally we both know you wouldn't lay a hand on jimin and we both know he is most definitely hopelessly in love with you dude
Seokie; but like yeah what's up
Yoongi; he isn't seok he fucked with me for months, messed with my feelings, never said anything, told me he liked me as christian just to mess with my head and if that isn't rejection idk what is
Yoongi; and i'm not even mad at him what the hell
Yoongi; I'm at the club house, watching mulan, crying
Seokie; has he not explained himself or anything or something?
Yoongi; we don't talk much, and all he ever says is sorry
Yoongi; he texted me right after i found out, and during that week, and then when something happened with his dad but
Yoongi; i think he's waiting on me to break the ice
Yoongi; and i don't think I can do it this time seok
Seokie; welp must suck for you
Seokie; are you coming to my party
Yoongi; no cause ur an asshole and i hope you rot in hell
Seokie; but i'm inviting jimin and tae is dressing him up and i heard jimin is supposed to apologize publicly
Yoongi; def not showing up then
Yoongi; his apologies don't mean shit to me tbh
Yoongi; i know the poor baby means it, but there is a lot of stuff that idk how to forgive
Seokie; okay well i made that last part up in an effort to convince you to come so like okay
Seokie; but come onnnn
Seokie; i'm turning eighteen
Seokie; you should be there
Yoongi; fine you prick, stop acting like i would miss ur birthday
Yoongi; just there better be alcohol, and a lot of it
Yoongi; drunk yoongi misses drunk hobi :(
Seokie; the oddasity
Seokie; wait how do you spell that
Seokie; oddesy
Seokie; oddesay
Seokie; oddacity
Seokie; i give up
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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...