A picture of a work in progress fic that reads: “Holy fucking fuck, I think I’m gonna die,” Jungha whispered into the receiver of her phone, pointedly NOT meeting the gaze of the woman looking her up and down. Sizing her up like a tigress eyeing her prey. Tigress… rather suited her now that Jungha thought about it. Tall, muscular, those shoulders— god, she had to be an athlete of some sort. “Are you okay?” came Jimin’s voice on the other end, high pitched and anxious, “Is some creep following you? I told you to start carrying pepper spray—” “No, it’s not that. This extremely hot girl is staring at me like she wants to eat me and I really, really want to let her.” Jimin laughed on the other end, relieved, “Next time start with that! And hang up the phone, dweeb. If all goes well, you could have a U Haul by, like, tonight.” “Oh, shut up. I would never move in with someone I just met. And besides, I did sort out the whole dorm situation, so it’s not like I’m homeless.” “You really need to start submitting paperwork right away.” “Easier said than done with ADHD, but yeah. Agreed.” “Excuse me,” came a voice over her shoulder, rich and velvety, followed by the delicate brush of soft fingertips up her arm. Short, softly filed nails, Jungha’s mind immediately registered. Good god.
Welp, @commovente.bsky.social has put the femme Jinkook worm in my brain with her amazing drawings and I think I have to write a fic about them now 💜 oh panic stricken baby gay Jungha, you have my whole heart~
