arirang jimin got to me
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this is definitely a first.
well, maybe it’s a second, or a third, but this is the first time it really registers in his brain.
He stares at his phone screen, lips parted, a familiar tingling in his gut. Dick hard. Not even a semi, he’s actually got a raging boner.
It’s his ritual, after the concert in his hotel room he watches all the videos that pop up on Twitter, Instagram and TikTok. It’s his way of monitoring himself, of seeing how the vocals sounded for fans, if everyone is going crazy over him.
So most of his feed is of himself, but every now and then the other members pop up on his timeline too— and, well..
Jimin.
A compilation of Jimin during the past concerts just popped up on his screen. Of him dancing to FYA, to body to body, to 2.0, of him singing, looking into the camera, of him just sitting, brushing his long blond hair back, of him smirking at the audience— and also.. spitting.
At first he just chuckled lightly at his screen— Jimin always goes all out, gives his full 100%, he seems way cooler on stage. The duality of knowing him to be a big science nerd who plays league of legends for hours on end, and then seeing him on the stage like an absolute demon.. it is kind of funny.
Usually he just swipes to next video, but with this one, well, just one more watch.
So, okay, yes, he’s had this type of tingle in his gut before with Jimin.
One time back in their rookie days, when he snuck into his bed. He thought it was safe, snuck into the other member’s beds so many times before too. But somehow, with Jimin, it had been a little different.
Not even all that mind-blowing, he’s sure Jimin doesn’t remember it. They were whispering then, as not to wake any of the other members, and Jimin had moved closer, presumably just to be even more quiet— but..
his lips. Each time Jimin leaned in to whisper in his ear, they’d graze his earlobe— made all the hairs on his arms stand up straight.
That’s the first time he ever felt that tingle— brushed it off as just being hormonal, he was just a teen back then anyway.
Never snuck into Jimin’s bed again after that.
The second time, way later, when Jimin bit his neck. Well, it wasn’t even as much a bite as it was— sort of.. a hickey. For the most part, it was just drunk shits and giggles, they were hanging out at night, going through some of their old choreography— he’d lifted Jimin up and spun him around.
He was in one of those moods where he just couldn’t help but cross the line a little, make Jimin tell him to stop at least 3 times. The moment Jimin leaned into his neck he had felt a little jolt, and with the sting of that bite right after, that familiar tingle. After that Jimin had just laughed it all off.
That’s what usually happens.
Like, sure, Jimin teases, he pushes, he flirts but he never really crosses the line. And yes, Jimin is bisexual, but he’s never showed a sliver of interest in any of them, not like that.
So, something about this is ironic.
Him, as a straight guy, looking at Jimin’s body roll on his screen, at his lips glistening in the stage lights, at the way he spits on the floor, with his cock pressing against the fabric of his sweats.
A good excuse for this? Maybe after concert adrenaline, combined with a lack of sex? Or maybe it’s Jimin’s long, blonde hair, that just makes him look a whole other level of ethereal.
Maybe it’s the idea of pulling on it from behind.
Whatever it is, this marks the first time he’s actually hard hard because of Jimin.
He’s not sure how to even go about it. Masturbating now would be a bit.. disrespectful, right?
He just clears his throat, pushes his boner down and swipes to the next video. Hopefully at some point he’ll just forget it ever happened.
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But no, no, life decides to fuck him over.
He’s paired up with Jimin for a hotel room on their next stop.