Hobi's High Henchman
Mar. 1
3:01 P.M.
Yoongi; he can fuck me with a stick and i'd still love him
Seokie; and they say chivalry is dead
Yoongi; i want to hold him
Yoongi; forever
Yoongi; he said yes and i was losing my shit anD HE FUCKING NOTICED
Jin; why the hell would he fuck you with a stick
Joon; jin when did they stop being your otp ur so rude i-
Jin; they still are yoongis just annoying
Seokie; okay but tf you mean he nOTICED
Seokie; he wouldn't point that out even if he did notice
Yoongi; yes tf he would and yes tf he did
Yoongi; he tried to make a fool out of me
Yoongi; i mean he did but i hold power over him BUT STILL
Jin; hes my son of course he is a little brat
Seokie; okay but like he wouldn't be mean about it
Seokie; he isn't like that
Seokie; maybe you are just exaggerating
Yoongi; he found it hilarious and made fun of me
Seokie; maybe you are just exaggerating
Joon; or maybe jimin is secretly just a little bitch
Joon; yoongi no offense
Yoongi; but he is my little bitch
Joon; Yours?
Jin; my otp is going on a date i'm sdjfbsipfgsipdhfs
Yoongi; yea were going on a date it'll be cool
Jin; "it'll be cool" i-
Seokie; yeah but uh tae told me what was poppin in you, kooks, and jimins group text and like wHen WaS hE sO sUgGesTiVe
Yoongi; probably sense that one time i told him i wanted to fuck him so hard all he could remember is my name as he screamed it
Jin; I FUCKING CHOKED
Seokie; hyung you don't unDERSTAND
Seokie; he is much more...
Seokie; how to put it....
Seokie; willing?
Seokie; than you think he is
Joon; you make no sense when you say anything
Jin; actually hobi
Jin; shut the fuck up
Jin; he isn't, he gay panics when yoongi as much as looks at him, and he is still geting over that dad stuff
Jin; he would tell yoongi yes to having sex if yoongi asked but h'd be scared the entire time
Yoongi; i dont want to fuck him
Jin; who the hell are you and where did you put Min Yoongi
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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...