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It’s a little jarring, looking up at Jimin from this angle. Minjeong has always been the shorter of the two, but now, with Jimin hovering above her, she feels an overwhelming sense of reverence —like it's Minjeong’s duty to worship her. To venerate her.
Here, on her knees, Minjeong witnesses Jimin’s apotheosis.
Jimin’s lips taste like raspberry and the chemical tang of cheap vodka.
Minjeong aches.
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- Part 1 of the taste of hunger
Bookmarked by moonlight212
22 Jan 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Best fucking fic ever. Changed my life 'cuz I love the dynamic so much. God bless the author.
