《He's the one│Min Yoongi × Readers》XVII
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Woah. Ok.
FIRST OF ALL IN WHICH ANGLE DO I LOOK LIKE AN ALIEN TO YOU?!
What..? How do you know?
Second of all why you never introduced me to your friends? They seem fun tho ∩( ✧Д✧)∩
Ah.. I see now
Yoongi watched his friends quietly leaving his house as if nothing happened. He rolled his eyes. Is that why they woke him up? For Yoongi, it was same shit different day
Well because you never even showed yourself to me?
Wut
You never asked (눈‸눈)
I did, On Monday evening at 7:34 and you just ignored it
...Ok i might be a little shy
back then..
Hey! Look it's already been 2 months since we are chatting 🎉
Stob changing the subject
Stop*
But...
But?
Y/N WTF
Tsk You're just some 13 year old
exCusE mEh whOt?
I'm not ok! (•ˋ _ ˊ•)
Proof or it didn't happen
Yoongi smirked
Ok.. Fine..
Here you go \(^o^)/
..I have the weirdest boner rn
YOONGI WTF
I'm making a joke chill
Had us in the first half ngl
ykw I'll go back to my sleep
Yoons wait
I'm not pretty but everytime I look myself in the mirror, I try to love myself little by little, not only because self respect matters but also.. Because I deserve to be loved. After that convo with you.. I'm trying to love myself more. Thankyou Yoons
You waited and waited for his reply but he didn't reply. You quickly checked if he has blocked you after seeing your face but no he was still online God knows what he's doing
* * *
His phone fell on his face so he does for you he felt his cheeks burning red but he couldn't help everytime he looked at your picture, it became more beautiful
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Your eyes, your smile, your nose everything was beautiful to him even your newly born pimple on the forehead was beautiful to him. He wanted to squish your cheeks so bad they reminded him of mochi
"Hold on.. Stay loyal to Im jugyeong from true beauty" He slapped himself
But then again.. It's you
You're ok
Now lemme meet yo friends ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ
You send me your pic just to meet my friends huh?
Heh 🌚 smOrt aren't you?
Geez ok wait
Oh wait I think someone kicked me out of the gc
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