Jimin accepted the call, put it on loud speaker as he heavily breathes, just finishing a dance routine in their practice rooms.
"Okay so I don't know how to explain it but somehow along the way, I got attached. Maybe it's because on the other line there's someone who's listening, maybe it's because your sarcasm grew on me but it's partly your fault too!
You came to me and bugged me all the time. You can't expect me to not just...feel anything. You listened to me in ways some people even don't. You don't even find me offending whenever I try to push you away so when I found out you were in Seoul too, god I was filled with hope and—
Jimin ends the call with wide eyes and breaths calm now – opposed to his heart that was beating fast in his chest. When he answered that call, he expects someone else not – god, fuck fuck fuck. Jimin hears his phone (now discarded on the floor) beep with a message from a guy he thought he'd never meet.
He's not disappointed.
He's just scared what will Yoongi now think of him.
To be fair no one really knew, Jimin doesn't think Taehyung did either. And so, mind filled with too much emotions and thoughts. He goes home to sleep it off.
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Weed | a YOONMIN text fic
Fanfiction❛yo, got some weed?❜ ❛oh my god - I'm calling 112❜ ❛ah shit, wrong number❜ ☏ Jimin's bored and Yoongi's stupid; and somehow along the way, they learn through each other and it's all because of WEED.
