Because I'm a sad person who enjoys writing about fluffy romances and BTS💜
My mind dump from highschool! Enjoy :)
All of the prompts and ideas in this book are mine! Please don't thieve or accuse me of thieving! Thank you ARMYs, LOVE YOU! 💜
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"Dear Min Yoongi," you started, speaking out loud as you wrote, "I hate you. How dare you do this to me. You are an idiot and a dirtbag and I'll never forgive you. How could you make me leave you? How could you kiss me like that right before I leave? Now I have to live with that feeling all because you were a stupid moron. I hate you so much, in fact, if I ever see you again, I'll break your fingers. Then you can't stupidly play your stupid piano and make my heart feel like this. Maybe while I'm at it I'll sue you. Love, your very angry eternal companion, (Y/N). P.S. I hate you."
You held up your note and looked at it in satisfaction, nodding at your work. Being hospitalized was boring and unfun; even more so after leaving that stupid idiot Min Yoongi. You pulled out your binder and added your notes to all the others you had wrote.
A lot of them were angry, similar to the one that you had just wrote. Some of them were sad. Some of them just sounded like conversation.
You decided to read some of them to yourself again for the 100th time.
Dear Min Yoongi. It's been five days since I've woken up, and honestly, I'm starting to hate you. Maybe soon I will. But, no matter what I say or write, I'll always love you. You'll never get this, so I don't care how cringey this letter is. Haha, you can't make fun of me because you can't read this! Sucker. Gosh I love you, I love you so much. I'm starting to sound bipolar. The hospital is boring, I wish you were here. I wish you could play piano for me. I personally think music heals. Please Yoongi, please find a way to me. I hate you, but I need you. And I love you. Love, your bipolar and bored friend, (Y/N).
Your tears dripped onto the paper, mixing with the charcoal pencil lines and smearing Yoongi's name.
"I really do hate you," You whispered.
The doctor had diagnosed the coma due to severe whiplash that caused bleeding hemorrhage in your brain. You were apparently pretty messed up and had to stay in the hospital for awhile. You were lucky to survive.
One of your legs were severely damaged, causing you to have crutches. You had a few broken ribs as well. How fitting, the bones that were supposed to protect your heart were broken. You almost laughed at the predicament. Almost.
After a month or so in the hospital, you started going a little crazy with the lack of action and surplus of laying around and healing. One good thing was that you were getting better and could now walk around by yourself with crutches. You hated all the medicine, all the IV's, all the worry... you really hated the entire situation. If you had never gotten into that wreck you never would have met that pabo who so shamelessly made you feel like this. Your heart ached more than any other part of your body.
"Blind date huh? Well good thing for him you never made it."
"What did I do to deserve spending an eternity with you!?!"
