'You were on fire today.' Minjeong only half-believes the words she's hearing, filtering into her ears hazy but whetted. 'Wanted to touch you so bad.' Jimin's voice has hoarsened and lowered, hands sliding beneath the hem of Minjeong's tank, drawing a shiver out of her. Jimin's delicate hands wander under the flimsy material of Minjeong's loose tank, perfect nails tracing the line beneath her bra wiring. Minjeong's breath flutters from her throat. 'How bad?' Jimin chuckles, but sounding more breathy and breathless too. Her forearms lock around Minjeong's waist, her torso. 'I'll show you.' ©𝙑𝙆𝙀𝙊𝙑𝙄𝙇