A 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...
kookiemonster; yea babe it totally fucking is im wheezing but also crying but also im so shocked I'm frozen???
kookie; i know, babe
kookie; you are sitting right next to me
Jiminie; nO HE DOESN'T KNOW ITS ME I TOLD HIM MY NAME IS CHRISTIAN SO THAT WAY HE DOESN'T KNOW ITS ME BUT LIKE HE I UM DOES HE KNOW THAT I AM STRAIGHT UM CAN ONE OF YOU LIKE TALK SOME SENSE INTO HIM PLEASE
kookiemonster; dude that seems kinda wrong? Also no- my otp is forming
kookie; haha oh hell no my ship is sailing
kookiemonster; stop saying you're straight for real for real. Me and kook are your best friends, your hair is pink, you wear skinny jeans and paint your nails. You like makeup and last time we went shopping you stared at a skirt for thirty minutes looking so fucking sad.
Jiminie; LOOk I LIKE GETTING MANICURES THEY MAKE MY NAILS LOOK HEALTHY AND I ONLY WEAR MAKEUP SOMETIMES BECAUSE I BREAK OUT AND I WEAR SKINNY JEANS BECAUSE THEY ARE STYLISH AND NORMAL JEANS LOOK AWFUL ON ME
kookiemonster; being gay isn't wrong, and as your best friend I know you are in fucking denial so drop that shit and just own the fact you are too fucking scared to be into guys, and that you find it fucking disgusting. Stop being a little pussy and just admit you find me and kook wrong and gross, because thats the only logical reason that when THIS
kookiemonster;
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