Jinmin SF|OS

예순셋

Strange Addiction
"Massaging.. his hand?"

Park Jimin's first fetish encounter was when he was doing a silly little game with Jungkook and Taehyung. The three of them sat in front of a laptop, back hunched as their faces turned red with embarrassment.

It's not what you think.

They weren't doing a group relief, they'd rather die than see each other's dicks, honestly. The three played a game which made them know each other on a whole new level. Jungkook had his hands ready to cover his eyes, resting them on his cheeks as they scrolled through the website. Taehyung pushed Jimin to the front, making him scroll instead, "I can't do this."

"What?!" Jimin outraged, covering the screen with his hands. "You're the one who wanted to do this!"

"I thought it'd be funny but this is just weird— the fetishes listed are very— yeah."

The raven couldn't disagree, looking at the tags through the gaps of his fingers. Nodding, he exited the website and made the laptop run through a virus detector— sharing a laptop with his hyungs meant that he had to be very careful.

While they were scrolling a while ago, a certain fetish made Jimin curious; hand fetishes. What could be so sexy about hands? How do people find that pretty? They're literally just hands.

Oh, how Jimin was so wrong.

Now finally grown up into a fine adult, the raven was enticed by the eldest hyung's hands.

Kim Seokjin had the prettiest hands, he thought as he looked at the blonde gripping on a bejeweled pink microphone, a gaudy pink ring adorning his ring finger. His nails and cuticles were well cared for, and it gave Jimin a certain satisfaction. Most people would think that Seokjin's fingers were weird and crooked but that's what Jimin loved about it. It was weirdly unique and let's just say it keeps him up at night.

He woke up from a nap on the sofa one day during their rehearsals and the first thing his eyes focused on was the blonde's hand on his chest. Seokjin leaned his head on the curve of Jimin's neck, body turned to the raven with his hand resting on his chest. Jimin took the blonde's hand and caressed it, fingers tracing and rubbing around. A low moan came from Seokjin, his breath tickling Jimin's neck.

"What are you doing?"

Jimin looked up to see Namjoon, observing the raven.

"Uh— massaging."

"Massaging.. his hand?"

"Yes."

The leader shot a weird look at Jimin, cocking his eyebrow before nodding and turning to leave. Seokjin woke up beside him, head moving around to survey the surroundings before sighing and resting again, nuzzling the raven. "How long was I out?"

"I don't know, just woke up too." Jimin admitted, not realizing his hands were still holding his hyung's.

A soft giggle left the blonde's lips and Jimin can only imagine it's the one where Seokjin's eyes crinkles at the edges. His heart skipped a beat.

"Massaging my hand? Thanks."

The blonde left the softest peck on Jimin's chest, shyly laughing as his face turned red. Couldn't help but to smile, the raven chuckled, "if you know you'd be embarrassed, why'd you do it, hyung?"

"I don't know."

If his fetish wasn't embarrassing enough, Jimin gained a new one after seeing his hyung practice his solo song. He remembers it so clearly, Seokjin gazing lustfully at the camera before slowly rolling his head back and exposing his neck. The blonde was showing on the big screens and the raven absentmindedly licked his lips as he observed his hyung's neck. Jimin immediately shot up from the seats and ran off to the toilet after he felt his erection acting up.