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While both his friends were still in their street clothes, Taehyung soon made it on set wearing his outfit for the music video, and Jimin stood up to greet him, nimble fingers trying to do up the buttons of his shirt as he walked over.

“Wow, Jimin, so hot. You’re going to kill half our fandom with this look!” Jungkook teased, his tongue darting out to play with his lip ring, as Jimin grinned sheepishly and greeted Taehyung with a sideways hug.

“Okay Jimin, let’s review. We should be able to move on, but I want to make sure we all like it first.” The director says.

Jimin jostles for space as the four members of Bangtan plus half the crew crowd around the small monitor.

Immediately, the scene starts, and as always, Jimin starts to pick out all the things he didn’t like about himself.

Before he could get lost in his thoughts, Taehyung wraps an arm around him, and his breath tickles Jimin’s ear, causing him to shiver.

“God, Chim. You look….god you look so hot.”

He keeps his voice low enough so that only Jimin can hear it, and he feels a sense of pride bloom in his chest as it seems this scene is flustering Taehyung.

“Oh. I don’t know.” Jimin whispers back as Taehyung nudges him.

“Stop being so modest, Jimin. Seriously, you look hot all sprawled out like that.”

Maybe it was the way Taehyung said it, all low and husky, or maybe it was the fact Jimin could no longer find a single thing wrong with the scene, but he suddenly felt his tongue dance over his lower lip as he watched himself on the bed.

“I think it’s a go and we can move on. What do you think, Jimin?” the director asks as Taehyung’s arm melts off his shoulder as if it wasn’t even there in the first place.

“Good. I think it’s good. Yeah. We can move on.” Jimin says, trying to ignore the weird feeling settling low in his stomach as he watches himself on screen.

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Jimin forgot about the music video.

With how hectic idol life is, usually he forgets he filmed something the second it wraps up because he is always whisked onto the next thing.

The day the music video drops, Namjoon is the first to mention it.

He sends a link in the group chat congratulating all the boys on another great music video.

Jimin is in his studio not doing much of anything and decides to click the link and watch it.

Sure, he remembers watching the final cut, but that was months ago, so he settles back in his chair, crosses his arms over his chest, and hits play.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow as it opens with water running down Jungkook as he sings.

He can’t help but snicker to himself, remembering how the hot water just wasn’t working so they had to opt for cold water instead, and how Jungkook pouted about being doused in cold water for the rest of the day.

Taehyung stayed by his side and reminded the younger boy it was for Army, but that didn’t stop Jungkook’s doe eyes and constant complaints.

Jimin sucked in a breath when he saw himself on screen, and his shaky hand reached for his mouse to pause the video as his eyes roved his body.

“God Chim, you look…God, you look so hot.”

Jimin shivered in his seat as he remembered Taehyung’s words whispered for only him to hear as goosebumps rose on his arms and legs.

For a long time, Jimin just sat there staring at his body.

He wasn’t sure why he was so captivated by it; it was the same body he lived in every day.

The same body that was currently covered in a baggy grey sweater and black sweatpants that were most definitely Taehyung’s.

But something about the way he looked on that bed was making him feel a certain way.

He felt it while they were watching the playback too.

He felt.

Naughty,

Dangerous,

Sexy.

It was the way the necklaces lay perfectly on his bare chest, the way his legs were sprawled open with the black pants hugging his thighs impossibly tight.

Jimin swallowed hard and ran his sweaty palms down his pants.

Why was he sweaty?

Why was he…turned on?

His cock was half chubbed up, pushing against his boxers, and Jimin bit his lower lip as he hesitantly pressed play.

The camera angle switched to a side shot, and he saw how ripped his torso looked and how devilishly low those pants were sitting on his waist.

His cock gave an impatient twitch as Jimin absentmindedly brought a hand down to cup his hard length through the thin material.

His tongue darts out to lick his lower lip, and he gives himself a light squeeze as he pauses the music video right before Jin shows up.

Jimin rewinds the video and watches his part again, feeling arousal pool in his stomach as his eyes take in what they are seeing.

This is him, of course.

But also not him at the same time.

He is both the voyeur and the exhibitionist, and something about that is turning him on more than he could care to admit.

His cock twitches again, and Jimin applies more pressure as his other hand comes to the keyboard to do some good old web surfing.

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It took Jimin a total of thirty-six minutes to get home.

Usually it would take longer, but he was speeding.

He quickly kicked off his shoes as he entered his house and left all his stuff in the front entryway.

He could deal with that later.

For now, his mind was brimming full of desire and ideas, so he padded across the floor to the bathroom and turned on the shower.

He slowly took in his reflection, cheeks red, eyes blown wide, and he slowly brought his hand up to his face to card his fingers through his long blonde hair.

Once steam begins to fill the bathroom, he takes his time unzipping his sweater and shoving his sweatpants down.

All the while he keeps his gaze firmly locked on his own reflection as he does so.

The whole thing is making his cock once again fill between his legs, but Jimin doesn’t dare touch it as he steps into the steam and takes his time cleaning himself.

He cleans his hair first, taking his time lathering the product and letting it run down his body as he washes it out.

His fingers scratch at his scalp in a satisfying way that has his eyes fluttering closed.

He lathers his expensive body wash and runs his hands down his body, massaging his sore muscles from hours of dancing.

Steam gathers around his body, and Jimin watches with wonder as rivulets of water rush down his chest and shoulders.

His cock is hard, almost achingly so, but Jimin gives it a quick clean before rinsing off and stepping from the shower.

He grabs his favourite fluffy robe, wraps it around his body and makes his way to his bedroom, leaving a water trail behind.

Jimin was too excited to properly dry off, so he slipped slightly as he grabbed the door frame for support, rolling his eyes at his own foolishness.

Once he made it into the bedroom, he shut the door and dimmed the lights.

He lit a couple of candles and stood in front of the full-length mirror in the corner and admired his body.

Damp blonde hair sticking in all directions.

Lust-filled eyes.

Plump lips.

A sliver of chest peaking out from his robe.

His erection, hot and heavy between his legs, pushing the robe outwards obscenely.

His phone was on silent, his house was empty…it was the perfect time.

Candlelight flickers off the walls as he reaches for the rope holding his robe closed.

He takes his time undoing it, eyes glued to the mirror as it opens with ease and reveals his body to his own hungry eyes.

Jimin stands there, taking in the hard planes of his chest and stomach and the muscle that is corded around his legs from years and years of dancing.

His body is muscled but also delicate as he runs a finger down his chest and towards his throbbing erection.

He had no idea mirror masturbation was a thing until today, and the idea intrigued him.

Jimin loved watching fancams of himself on stage, loved to critique and see what the fans were saying.

He loved when they freaked out when he rolled his hips just right or parted his lips in a way that drove them wild.

This, however, was for no one else’s eyes except his own, and it made his cock throb and leak as he guided his hand to his hard shaft.

Jimin wrapped a hand around the base and held it.

It was the same hard velvety feeling it had always been, but watching his reflection do it made his cock kick up helplessly in his hand.

He sucked in a breath as he slowly stroked himself from root to tip, gathering the slick that was steadily leaking from the tip to drag it down his heated shaft.

His knees trembled, and Jimin lowered himself to the floor, spreading his legs wide to give himself a better view as he scooted closer to the mirror.

The candles flickered, casting his body in a warm glow as Jimin stroked himself in slow, easy glides.

His cock was impossibly wet and hard, as Jimin squeezed the head, making more pre-cum ooze from the bulbous tip and drip off his fingers.

A hunger for more filled his veins as he applied more pressure and twisted his wrist in a way that sent his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

But no, he had to keep them open

Focused…

Watching…

His reflection was a mess, with eyes glassy and lips wet as Jimin released his cock and shivered when the length bobbed and smacked against his stomach, smearing precum against his abs.

God, this was so erotic.

He spread his legs further and saw how big and full his balls were.

He lightly cupped them with his other hand, rolling them with ease and feeling arousal zip through his body as he continued to stroke his cock.

His reflection was radiant, and Jimin bit his lip as he watched a pretty pink blush bloom all over his chest as his hips began to rock into his fist as if on its own accord.

The pleasure was building hot and fast, and Jimin squeezed the base of his cock to cool himself off as he let out a shuddering breath.

“Fuck.” He whined as his cock twitched painfully in his grasp.

He wanted to cum.

He needed to cum.

But he didn’t want this to end just yet.

He took his hand from his length and brought his fingers to his nose to smell the salty arousal that was left behind.

Fuck he smelled so good.

Slowly he inserted two fingers in his mouth and sucked his digits clean.

Salty precum flavour exploded on his tongue as Jimin lapped them up, all the while whining at how good it tasted and felt.

He left his cock neglected between his legs for now as he removed his fingers from his mouth and ran a hand down the hard planes of his body.

Down his arms, his chest, his legs.

His reflection was gasping and moaning as Jimin trailed the very tips of his fingers down his chest, circling them around his hips; he brought them behind to cup his ass, and a broken whine left his mouth as he did.

Fuck.

He grabbed his ass with more force and kneaded the flesh.

His eyes were glassy, his cock was steadily dripping, causing the shaft to be shiny and wet.

Jimin wrapped his fingers around his aching length again, and gave himself a couple greedy strokes as he felt his cock throb at the stimulation.

Every sensation was heightened, and he didn’t know how he didn’t think to do this sooner as his knees shook and his muscles were taut with anticipation.

He was close again.

Too close too soon.

Jimin took a deep breath, and despite everything telling him to keep going, he ripped his hand from his cock and let out a strangled groan as his orgasm faded away.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” He cursed as his breath was ragged and his hair was falling in front of his face.

His temple was covered in sweat, and he knew he would have to shower again after this.

He closed his eyes momentarily and let out a shuddering breath.

When he opened his eyes, his reflection had changed.

Gone was the shy Jimin who felt uncomfortable about being sexy.

Gone were the critical thoughts about himself that sometimes kept him up at night.

His eyes were wide, his cheeks were red, and his cock was standing proud against his stomach.

He was a vision.

He was exquisite.

He was sex itself

His hand wrapped around the base of his cock and he twitched violently at the overstimulation.

His balls were hot and heavy between his legs, and when Jimin cupped them, he felt his thighs twitch, muscles tired from being strained for so long.

The air reeked of sex even though Jimin had not come yet, and when he gave himself a slow and cautious stroke, he bowed forward in pleasure and luckily darted his hand out before he smacked his face on the floor.

His gaze snapped up.

Jimin was on his hands and knees with one hand working feverishly over his cock while the other was firmly planted on the ground keeping him upright.

His shoulder muscles were rippling, his eyes were wide and wild, and his fist was a blur on his cock as he brought himself close to release.

His tattoos caught his attention in the lowlight, and Jimin squeezed the head of his cock as he watched his corded arm muscles hold him steady as he worked himself towards his high.

It was carnal

And dirty

And animalistic the way he fucked his hips up into his fist to give himself just a little more.

His hips rocked just as they did when he was dancing, and he now understood why the fans went crazy for it.

His body was taut, and his muscles were struggling to hold him steady as he felt his orgasm creep up on him impossibly fast.

Curses left those plump lips as he worked himself towards his high.

One more gaze at himself in the mirror and he was cuming hard all over his fist as spurt after spurt of hot, milky cum shot from his tip.

It was the most erotic thing Jimin had ever done, and when he finally slumped to the floor, he found he was struggling to catch his breath as he watched himself come down from his high.

A sheen of sweat covered his entire body, and his fist was covered in cum as he lay on the floor and pressed his sweat-soaked face to the cold hardwood.

“Holy fuck.” He whispered.

It seemed to take longer than normal for him to come down, and when he finally stood, he noticed his body felt like jelly and his legs shook.

Never in his life had an orgasm made his legs shake like that.

Jimin stared at his reflection once more, and a completely different person stared back.

It was the same face

The same body