Jimin Be Mine - Tumblr Posts
Does he lust?
A brief response to Jimin's Be Mine
<I had several asks about this song. This is my response for all of them.>
Does he lust?
Yes. Yes he does.
And you will too.
He's gonna set you alight with his pretty, pretty words.
Dont you rush this feeling
take it slow...
Dancin' in the moonlight all night long,
If you're questionin' my love,
then don't
I want you to be mine...
You can try to resist, but his voice is so enticing... why would you want to?
If any song is a siren's call, it's this one.
If you're still fighting the seduction after reading the lyrics, his breathless, almost ritual recitation of
moving, coming, loving,
yeah yeah yeah
will surely render you helpless.
The staccato delivery of those lines, repeated with increasing urgency, will brand his words into your soul.
But hes not done...
Baby come
Baby come
Show me what
Show me what
Love is
He presses the words into you like kisses.
And just in case you didnt get the sultry vibes he already laid down, he couples those sensual words with a Latin rhythm, flowing over an afrobeat baseline like a warm wind on a hot summer night.
You don't think he chose the rhythms by accident do you?
Jimin tells you in a way only a dancer can tell you, he knows what he's doing.
He doesn't have to think. His body knows how to move.
The sex is tangible.
Light and feathery, then fast and hard, he switches it up and down like he's playing cat and mouse...
But Jimin didn't come here to play.
moving, coming, loving, yeah yeah yeah
I want you to be mine
He knows that urgent thrum of the Spanish guitar will make your skin tingle and your body hum. He knows if you close your eyes you can feel him pressed up tight against you.
moving, coming, loving, yeah yeah yeah
He's taking the lead - taking you places you can only dream of. He moves you with his voice, sweet and fluttery, then suddenly hard. He's demanding.
I want you to be mine
Percussion hits you from all sides with a steady pounding beat that you can feel in your bones. He has you up against a wall of sound when it all comes together.
moving, coming, loving, yeah yeah yeah
His voice is everywhere, surrounding you, pressing in relentlessly. Layers and layers of him, rasping, calling, yearning, gasping in your ear. it's overwhelming.
And then...
You resurface to an almost gentle refrain of
moving, coming, loving, yeah yeah yeah...
as his voice slowly fades out.
A bang, a crash, and suddenly hes gone, leaving you a smouldering wreck.
Its over?
But you want more.
You want it again.
That's why this song is on repeat.
That's why
There's no denying it...
You're HIS
Now imagine being the person he wrote this song for.
Go ahead and get yourself a glass of water - or a whisky - while you think about his infamous words
"I can handle it..."
I feel obliged to include this gif to illustrate his words. I'm not sorry.
I feel justified...
If I was an island
You'd be the party...
<I'm still smirking over those lines>