In which, a girl with the same name as Min Yoongi's ex, texts him by mistake and he confuses her to be his ex.
"I would choose your thunder, I would choose your rain. Over anyone's sunshine."
A Min Yoongi Textfiction
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"Well, not at all," I replied. "You see. People don't see love as I see it. For them, it's that flittery flirty feeling and those butterflies. Love is not so easy. Love is sacrificial, it's ferocious, not emotive. Our culture doesn't love love, it loves the idea of love. I have heard random girls and boys just saying 'love you' at the bus stops. I see how simply they remove the 'I', as if running away from the commitment. When I say, 'I love you', it means a lot. Because that 'I' is a heavy concept."
"She got a way with words," Yoongi chuckled, his cheeks darkening like Ariana's hair when she played Cat Valentine.
"I can say that," she smiled.
"How about you, Mr Min," Suho asked with a straight face.
"I cannot put it as she does. When I think of love, she just pops up in my brain. Every word, everything she speaks, means a lot to me. It makes me wanna know her, know it all. She gives a lot of anime references sometimes, so I watched a few animes to understand them because I wanted to know it all," he spoke with that endearing smile that I couldn't take eyes off him.
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"She told me her favourite songs and I heard them till their lyrics were engraved in the crevasses of my brain because I wanted to feel what she did while hearing them.
Sometimes I see her and it's like, just one more second and just look at her and am caught quite a few times. Like when she is just eating Nutella, or simply writing. Her aura is something I would say what defines love for me."
Jokes apart. I was touched. I just talked bad about butterflies and now they were raging wars in my stomach.
"That's so sweet," she complimented.
"If you wanna compress your relationship in a line, what would it be?" She asked.
His eyes met mine and we both smiled, knowing what we wanted to say. We faced the camera unwillingly, I just wanted to see him right now.
We spoke simultaneously, "We are paperclips supporting each other."
"Woah!" She exclaimed, honestly, the show was going on because of her. Because Suho was mute, his hands jittery and his movements really ungainly.
"One last question since the time is about to end if I take all the words you both have spoken today and make them a book, how much will I earn?" She laughed making both of us copy her stance.
"You'll be sued for plagiarism then," Yoongi joked.
"Well, I give you my copyrights for you were a wonderful talk show host," I smiled.
"Ahh... Jee shi, don't make me fall in love with you. My boyfriend won't like it," she dramatically passed and we laughed again. We doesn't include Suho.
"It was really a wonderful meeting with you guys. Thank you for joining us and trusting us with your identity and relationship. I wish you all the best for your future," Suho passed.
And with this, the interview ended. The first thing to happen was Suho storming out of the set with a speed.
Fuck. The Abigail thing never came out. Hey, come back. Jack come back~
The lady approached us and said, "It was such an honour meeting you. I am such a big fan of your writing Jerry."
I smiled, "Thank you so much."
"Oh baby, you did great!" Minho passed, his arms wide open, approaching us.
Fuck. No. Shit. Cringe. Embarrassing.
He came up and embraced the lady, kissing her forehead.
