Both were heavy at breath, trying to catch up with the needs of their lungs while trying to soothe the burning need of each other.
Jimin was just slightly dizzy and at the same time confused. How fast did his shirt come off? When had they moved to the bed? And when has Namjoon's shirt come off?
He honestly couldn't care less, he just needed to feel Namjoon for a few seconds more. He had become like liquor to Jimin, he loved the feeling of becoming intoxicated by him and addicted.
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Anime | MINJOON
Fanfiction"Just because I used to be an art student and I study Japanese, doesn't mean I'm into anime," "And there's a difference between anime and manga, get your facts straight." In which Namjoon sucked at being a good art student and Jimin completely fell...
