dear yoongi,
i slept in till noon. i woke up a couple times but i didn't have a reason to get out of bed so i didn't.
i'm supposed to rest my ankle anyway. but now i'm even more bored.
if you were here, yoongi, you'd take care of me, wouldn't you? i remember you brought me soup and made sure i was tucked in with blankets and everything when i was sick...i mean, i'm not sick right now, but still...
i want you here.
that would make this twisted ankle more bearable.
we could sit on the bed and watch movies and talk and the day would probably go by so fast...
the days always went by so fast with you.
miss those days with you, yoongi.
from,
jimin
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Fanfictionyoongi's best friend moves to a city on the other side of the country. a year later, yoongi discovers a box his mother hid from him. a box filled with letters from his friend.
