Minnie
Mar. 3
1:09 A.M.
Yoongi; you know, in a post apocalyptic world full of only children and teens ages 1-19 what do you would think would happen
Minnie; mass chaos
Minnie; but like im down
Yoongi; you see i think it would be chaotic but more at first and then after a few days it would be more like a game of avoidance. There would be np all out war or anything, but cliques of people would stick together and try to not run into any people
Yoongi; towns of children would group together and vote for a leader
Yoongi; we could repopulate the earth without incest but all the dumb people would die
Yoongi; people who think they could goof off
Yoongi; natural selection yk
Minnie; right
Minnie; is there anything you needed this fine morning?
Minnie; or are you still bored at work because i'm down to stop by
Yoongi; I didn't work today JK wanted to have a brother day out
Yoongi; i'm just lying in bed thinking because i can't sleep
Yoongi; but thanks Minnie
Minnie; do you want to come over? Or i could go over there?
Yoongi; no it's late and your mom will probably flip
Yoongi; i'm a big boy
Minnie; my mom literally loves you and does not care
Minnie; don't you remember the time she threatened to marry you if i didn't and you said you were down so you could be my dad?
Minnie; yeah
Minnie; she wasn't joking
Yoongi; i said so i could be ur daddy excuse you
Yoongi; fine but i'm coming to get you, that cop was down the road when JK and I came home
Yoongi; r u hungry?
Minnie; no, i'm not
Minnie; i just ate like three leftover cupcakes from my brother's friend who gave him a box of cupcakes
Minnie; i don't know why they did
Minnie; but i am eternally grateful
Yoongi; ur bro is highkey gay for that kid idk if yall been knew or not but yea
Minnie; um
Minnie; okay
Minnie; that's nice
Minnie; i'm gonna go wait outside
Yoongi; god u in denial for another person i-
Yoongi; okay im leaving now, see you in a bit baby
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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...