yoongi's pov
i smile as i receive a notification signaling i got a message from y/n. i quickly unlock my phone to check whatever she sent me. it's a photo of her making a funny face. i put my cigarette down and save the photo to my camera roll. i immediately set the photo as my phones wallpaper.
text messages
yoongi: you're so cute princess.
y/n: you're making me blush. stop.
yoongi: i'm just stating the facts princess.
y/n: lol sure. anyways what are you doing?
yoongi: texting you obviously.
y/n: mhmm. only that?
yoongi: yup.
y/n: it's 8:00pm. and i know what you usually do at 8:00pm when i'm not with you.
yoongi: oh my fucking gosh y/n. i thought i told you to stop with that.
y/n: and i thought i told you to stop smoking.
yoongi: it's none of your business y/n.
y/n: when it's about your health and well being it is my business.
yoongi: what i do with my body is none of your concern.
y/n: i'm only trying to help you yoongi. you said so yourself. you wanted to stop.
yoongi: exactly. wanted. past tense. smoking helps me feel calm and relaxed. so just stay out of business and fuck off.
y/n: fine. if that's what you want. it's pretty clear you don't want my help.
yoongi: exactly. i don't want your help and i don't need it.
YOU ARE READING
m.yg~delivered~m.yg
Fanfictiona short story revolving around a girl named y/n and a boy named yoongi. book two out of seven. lowercase intended.
