Something hot curls gently in the pit of Jimin’s stomach and he breaks away from that intense gaze to look down at his hands, his face warming, his mind whirring. What the fuck was that? an incredulous and horrifyingly sober little voice in his head demands. That, right there, in your stomach? I hope to God those weren’t lustful little fucking butterflies, Park Jimin, I swear to God. I know you get horny when you’re drunk, and all, but have some restraint...
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20 May 2017