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Guys I went through 10 stages of insanity over this picture ANYWAY here you go! I'm truly sorry for grammar mistakes I made a shit ton of them I think.
G!p Rina
About a few minutes ago, Aeri and Julie were running out of the van and into the building, sneaking past the security guards and up the stairs.
Boy this was gonna be a workout.
"Aeri what do we do–Minjeong could be dead by now–"
"We need to get to Jimin–but these stairs aren't doing us any favors" Aeri wheezed.
Well fortunately Minjeong wasn't dead. Jimin is though.
Well not literally-
But She's pushed to the couch in the living room, wrists still bonded by the tight grasp of Minjeong's hand.
Good fuck this isn't the right time for her stomach to act up.
Jimin's sweating, pulse quaking, her skin turning into the same color as a paint canvas-
Oh this is bad.
"m-miss k-kim I don't think I feel—"
"Lay back and let me guide you."
Fuck.
Jimin felt the lips going down on her, light gentle pecks being placed, stamped across her neck, a hand reaching for the belt that was in Minjeong's way.
The taller girl could feel the hand rubbing her bare cock in her pants, her mind going absolutely crazy. Filled to the brim with so much emotion. Fear, lust, appeal, confusion.
And Minjeong was right, Jimin couldn't lie, it felt rather amazing but Jimin's guts would tell her otherwise.
It's as if her body was rejecting her.
And it really did reject her.
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Aeri and Julie were still climbing Mount Everest.
"Holy f-fuck these stairs man..we need a break.." Julie gasps for air, a drop of her sweat trickling down her face.
Aeri was also out of air but they really had no time to waste.
"We..have to..get up there Julie-"
"Here, we can listen to the mic attached on Jimin's bow."
Connected through her tablet, Julie gives Aeri one side of the earbud, only to hear what sounds like Jimin retching and..puking.
"Jimin?"
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Jimin gasped and inhaled for air, wiping her mouth with her sleeve as she looked at the mess she made in front of her.
