feels like it's slowly swallowing me (mine) | winrina

Jimin could hear the strain against her growl, even from the other side of the room. Minjeong had never purred in the years she'd known her, always growling and trying to shove her way through her brain.

"Jimin." Minjeong's lips exhaled, sharpened canines glinting through the single lamp that melted through the room. "It's been six months and I still need some answers."

"I'm not fucking around with an Omega who tries to think-" Jimin's fingers ran up her face, feeling the ache of her nails, raking against her flushed skin.

or; Jimin cannot leave Minjeong.