Minnie
Feb. 22
12:24 P.M.
Minnie; you're an idiot
Yoongi; I've been told
Minnie; i'm not mad at you
Yoongi; why didn't you message me
Yoongi; nvm I don't even have the right to ask that
Yoongi; i know we aren't at a good place right now
Yoongi; I know we haven't been
Minnie; i'm nervous???
Yoongi; why the fuck would you be nervous
Yoongi; you haven't done anything that i don't already know about right??
Minnie; okay technically i haven't dONE anything within my will and like ive tecHNICALLY already told you so like-
Minnie; are you catching on?
Yoongi; Jimin. Do i ever catch on
Minnie; okay let's play a game that involves using some fun little context clues
Minnie; 1) i am not mad at you in the slightest for what happened at hoseoks party
Minnie; 2) i've been hinting at this for the past few months, just not as myself
Minnie; please use your big boy brain
Yoongi; kid, my big boy brain got burnt out along with my good credit score
Yoongi; you think i'm a bottom i-?
Yoongi; ion know
Minnie; ok let me spell this out
Minnie; min yoongi
Minnie; you
Minnie; thE min yoongi
Minnie; i-
Minnie; park jimin
Minnie; the one and only
Minnie; great fun to be around
Minnie; the irreplaceable park jimin
Minnie; likes you
Minnie; like... i really fucking like you?
Minnie; which is why i was so scared to tell you i was christian? I didn't want you to hate me. My plan was to just slowly try and start to get you to hate christian so that way you would eventually forget about him or not want to talk about him, but i just couldn't. I like you too much to try and make you upset, and i know, it was such a stupid idea, but my best friends are vkook, what do you expect
Minnie; so yes, min yoongi, i like you
Minnie; i like you a lot.
Yoongi; My god Minnie
Yoongi; baby I am so, so sorry
Yoongi; it is my own fault for not noticing it was you sooner, and I said some embarrassing shit and some personal shit that i guess it was better for you to know in the end
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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...
