Reflection | YOONMIN

Chapter 7

Warning: This chapter contains some triggering comments. Nothing too bad, but just be cautious.

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Jimin stumbled into the front door of his house, throwing his shoes wherever they landed. He hadn't noticed his mom was in the living room until she spoke.

"Hi honey." She called.

"Oh, hi mom. I'm home."

"Did you get some work done?"

"Yup."

"Good."

"I'm gonna go to bed, I'm a little tired. Okay, mom?"

"Okay, goodnight."

"Goodnight mom."

Jimin fast walked to the kitchen and threw his keys on the counter. He went to the pantry to search for something really small to eat, just to get the pounding in his head to cease.

He pulled out a box of crackers. He sat the island table in the middle of the kitchen and ate a few. After he felt he ate enough he chased them down with water and put the box back in the pantry.

He scurried upstairs, not being able to get into bed quick enough. Once he got to his room he closed the door and tore off his sweatshirt along with his ripped skinny jeans. He discarded them by putting them on the chair by his desk and figured he would deal with it tomorrow, along with the other clothes that have been left there for who knows how long because he's been saying he'll deal with them tomorrow for days. He slid his briefs down his legs and threw them in the hamper. He pulled out a clean pair and put them on his body.

He stood in front of the tall, full length mirror and examined himself.

He crossed his arms over his chest and stomach and sighed. He shut the light off and crawled into bed.

The flashbacks of Yoongi's exposed underwear under his tight skinny jeans along with his working fingers wouldn't leave Jimin's mind. He tried to think of literally anything else, but no matter what came to his mind, those images kept creeping back and replaying.

Okay so he thinks Yoongi's attractive. So what? People think their friends are attractive and they carry on with their lives. That's what he was going to do. He can't help thinking about him, but he also can't let it interfere with their friendship. He promised himself it wouldn't. He could think about him and maybe even fantasize as innocently as possible, but that's the extent of it. He will not ruin this friendship. He will not let his raging teenage boy hormones ruin this friendship.

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Jimin woke up sweating. In fact, he was drenched in his own sweat and his heart was racing. He groaned, pushing the covers off of him.

Of course.

He had a dream about Yoongi.

He remembered from the dream Yoongi looking similar to how he looked yesterday in terms of his hair being pulled back by his hat. He couldn't remember what he was wearing, or if he was even wearing anything. But Jimin was completely naked. And Yoongi was working his long veiny fingers on Jimin's..."little Jimin."

Jimin's crotch was tingling and his cheeks were burning up. He couldn't believe he had a dream like that. And that it gave him a damn boner, the fabric of his underwear constricting his length.

He groaned again and put his arm over his eyes. He let out a long sigh.

He can't unsee what he saw in his dream. He wish he could because it had turned him on so much. He was already trying to suppress the feelings he had in real life, now he has to suppress his damn dreams on top of that.