Jinnie's Bby Boys
Dec. 5th
5:47 P.M.
Jiminie; I'm panicking :(
Jiminie; My dad is in town from work so we're getting family dinner
Jiminie; kinda family dinner
Jiminie; more like business dinner ft. the family
Jiminie; and so my dad just got mad because he wants me to dress nice but not too nice to where i look like i'm trying hard but nice enough to look classy and yes?
kookiemonster; yes
kookie; yes
Jinnie; yes
Jiminie; okay so like does this fit that criteria
kookiemonster; you are actually so cute jiminie
kookie; strut that runway mama
Jiminie; guys, I am really not that cute, i just need to know if this lives up to his expectation
kookiemonster; jimin i love it but ...
Jinnie; won't your parents make comments
kookiemonster; you know, the purse
Jiminie; what's wrong with it?
Jiminie; is it a little too much
Jiminie; i have a smaller bag if that one is too big
kookie; oh hunty
kookiemonster; i-
Jinnie; fuck it lol
Jinnie; its amazing babes. Wear it and work that ass okay?
Jiminie; I just want to get this thing over with
Jiminie; my dads work partners are very pushy
Jiminie; like they are 50 something year old men and still pick fun at me??
Jiminie; like okay TODD be like that
kookiemonster; fuck todd
Jinnie; if todd says shit to you momma Jinnie will beat his ass💕💕
kookiemonster; yea jimin, you are the cutest little baby around okay? Todd will love you
kookie; i will fight a fifty year old man
kookiemonster; who wants cute Jimin spam?????????
Jiminie; tae, no, i'm not even that cute, it's not necessary.
kookiemonster;
kookiemonster; I wanna cover him in maple syrup and tell him i love him
Jinnie; momma raised a cutie
Jiminie; guys...
Jiminie; stopppppppp
Jiminie; ughhhhhhh i hate looking at myself stop sending pictures
kookie; liSTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT YOU ARE FUCKING ADORABLE AND IF YOU DON'T START FUCKING LOVING YOURSELF I WILL SHOVE SELF LOVE SO FAR UP YOUR ASS A WHOLE DAMN U.N. SPEACH WITH COME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME
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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...
