Jin
Jan. 27
4:57 P.M.
Yoongi; r u the one who left this basket @ my damn door
Yoongi; i love the matte black cup and polaroid aesthetic we're going for
Yoongi; but these brownies are laced aren't they
Jin; perhaps?
Yoongi; ...
Yoongi; thanks hyung
Yoongi; and for taking JK to get groceries i just
Yoongi; can't right now
Jin; anytime
Jin; how are you feeling? Eating well? Sleeping okay?
Yoongi; remember that time back in middle school
Yoongi; with the mirror
Yoongi; and the shards
Yoongi; and the blood
Yoongi; it's all i can see, and all i can feel but it's like there is this gloss coat over everything
Yoongi; because no matter what i cant get Jimin out of my mind
Jin; i would tell you how he's doing but i don't think you want to know
Yoongi; i'm
Yoongi; i feel like i've been played with
Yoongi; and to think i thought he was starting to like me
Yoongi; ffs i'm a joke
Yoongi; JK told me but i can't do shit to help
Yoongi; he knows shit i didn't want him to, he's read things that make me ashamed to be alive, and worst of all he was scared of me, he was scared of what i'd do to him
Yoongi; i'm my fathers son in the end ig
Jin; no, yoongi you're not
Jin; you know jimin wasn't necessarily scared of you, he's been taught things like that are to be scared of
Jin; he already told you he didn't want you to be upset with him, didn't he?
Jin; i'm not saying you don't have the right to be frustrated, because you absolutely do, but be frustrated for the right reasons
Jin; you aren't your dad, yoongi, you are yourself and you are human
Jin; being upset doesn't make you your father
Jin; how you handle that frustration is what decides that
Yoongi; yea
Yoongi; but he fucked with me, had his persona tell me he liked me, build my beliefs that Jimin likes me, even loves when he doesn't
Yoongi; and i can't be mad at him, i just can't, so i'm mad at me
Yoongi; i came off perverted, sad, pissy, blunt, and needy and he let 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...