⌂ ㅤjimin p。

@ᶜ˖⁺ jaehyung p。 how unfair it is, how he’d so easily plucked his heart, like he was picking the stars straight from the sky. jimin admires, and hates, his fingers. how the digits spur warmth that cascades through him in unforgiving rolls that induce gooseflesh aplenty. his breath is stolen, and he gives himself over to him, in mere moments, as his lips slot over his. standing on his tiptoes in his foyer, tangling his fingers in his hair as his lips part for him. pant for him. how his toes curl in his grey, oversized socks, and his body presses insistently against jaehyung’s. he wasn’t kidding when he said ravenous; jimin finds himself whispering his name into their kiss, teeth clashing and digging into the lower dyad that was slowly becoming jimin’s new obsession.

@ᵐ˖⁺ jimin p。 the decreased proximity between their forms and the not so subtle heat radiating from where their bodies touched had his heartbeat gradually accelerate, adrenaline following suit and rapidly coursing through his body as if injected through a hypodermic needle. slender digits began to draw mindless patterns against the blonde's side, only for the query, in all it's innocence and dulcet tones, to have his fingers sink into the porcelain flesh he so desperately craved. "i'm not sure." the response fell from his lips in a rather hazy manner, drawn out and in lower octaves as he met with the others captivating eyes that were so ridiculously warm, warm enough to have his rational sense of judgement obscure akin to a man wandering a desert and seeing a mirage. "but, i'm about to do something--" he adds, and before he could register the weight of his actions, without his conscious permission, his body had already lurched forward, capturing the others saccharine and plush labials for himself in a heated kiss that only escalated as the seconds ticked by in one swift movement.

@ᶜ˖⁺ jaehyung p。 his fingers fan over the collar of his shirt, as warmth spreads around his waist, and he slots himself near perfectly against him. jimin’s hands mold against jaehyung’s neck, finding the metal of his gift resting around him, perfectly. “well, not entirely. are you planning on hurting me, mr, park?” he whispers, looking up through a thick array of lashes, his coffee colored orbs settling, innocently, on jaehyung’s visage.

@ᵐ˖⁺ jimin p。 "miss moon is awfully considerate of you isn't she? i'm glad you have someone who can protect you around." saunters over, absentmindedly twining a lithe limb around your torso. "does her blessings ward off ravenous men like myself?"

@ᶜ˖⁺ jaehyung p。 oh, be quiet! ever since the graffiti, miss moon has made it her mission to bless my home. and ward off anyone with the intent to hurt me.
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@ᵐ˖⁺ jimin p。 knock quietly? you sure it's the plants, blessings and aura?

@ᶜ˖⁺ jaehyung p。 come,