#chimazin

❛  stop looking at me like that. i’m  cooking,  not brewing a potion.  ❜  huffs the elder, flabbergasted  (  but amused nonetheless  )  at the look of  awe  on jimin’s face.  ❛  you could probably stir this meat too. i’m not going to let you, but you could...  in theory.  ❜  as it stands, he doesn’t want anything to mess up this stir fry, no matter how small a chance, because he’s  hungry.  and he’s sure jimin must be feeling hungry too. who wouldn’t, after experiencing the smell filling his kitchen with all sorts of  mouth-watering  goodness?

well this could be arranged~ ;)

〈 SMS: 지민. 〉  anything against a sext? me? PFT. i get sexts on the DAILY, you don’t know my life. 〈 SMS: 지민. 〉  i got like four other peeps waitin’ to hear back from me, i’m sext master. 

he had to admit that the male’s sexual encounter sounded funny, something he would probably never forget, even be a little scarred over. “that sounds horrible. did you like, stay tied up all night?” curious, he wants to pry a little (not too much, no--), the mental image of being tied up during so many hours making him feel strange. “this was something i never intended to know about or learn. i feel weird knowing this.. don’t you feel weird too? telling someone such an embarrassing thing, i mean.”