The Jimin Effect ✔

Part One/Chapter Six

***Look for the in-line author's note at the * (star)!   ***

Jimin:

Jimin's heart pounded with nervousness, but he hid it all from Jungkook, acting the role of the confident, sexually experienced teen.

Jimin stepped closer to him but didn't fight the grip Jungkook had on his wrists. "Well firstly," he said, "I'm eighteen." The lie slid easily from his lips. Was this why Jungkook fought him so hard?

The lifeguard blinked at this, more confused than ever.

"You...are eighteen? But..." he looked Jimin up and down, gulping.

"I'm small for my age." Jimin said, "but if you are worried about me being young, I can assure you, I am an adult." He stepped even closer to Jungkook, until he was inches from his chest, nipples still hard, either from the cold water or from arousal. Jimin twisted his wrists out of Jungkook's hands, and brought a trembling hand to run up the man's chest.

"You are eighteen? You look... younger." Jungkook gulped and watched Jimin's small hand slide up his chest.

Jimin swallowed. He had just turned seventeen last week.

"Mmmhmm," he lied again. If this was what held Jungkook back, he didn't want it to. I mean age didn't really that much, did it?*

Unless... He stopped suddenly, stepping back. "Is that why you—I mean... are you not attracted to me because I ... look ... too young?" He felt nervous suddenly, felt naked for the first time and crossed his hands in front of him awkwardly to hide himself.

Jungkook:

Jungkook watched the shameless teen, now suddenly ashamed, suddenly feeling naked, and his heart wanted to break.

"No," Jungkook said impulsively, stepping toward Jimin, "I'm attracted to you..." Jungkook's hand gripped Jimin's elbow and slid down along his arm until he held his hand, and Jimin's hands came off his dick, still partially hard... and hardening, visibly, as Jimin watched Jungkook watch Jimin's dick get hard. He looked into Jimin's eyes suddenly, needing to interrupt that feedback loop.

"I'm attracted to you even though you look young, okay, and it makes me feel fucking crazy because I haven't dated a teenager since I was one. I've never even looked at another camper like that." He paused suddenly to meet Jimin's eyes. "But you...the way you dance—and you are so..." he lost himself in Jimin's eyes suddenly—his smile, his laugh, how he seemed to bounce along to everything. The way he flirted, shamelessly...

His eyes settled onto Jimin's, which were disappearing, as a shy smile stole over his cheeks.

"...you're eighteen?" Jungkook whispered, "...it's really okay?" He's still a fucking camper but...

Jimin's face erupted into that magical smile, and he wrapped small wiry arms around Jungkook, hands in his hair, penis pressed against his leg—Fuck—and then he bit his lip and whispered, "It's really okay."

And Jungkook felt it all process through his mind slowly, still not sure what to do...and meanwhile let a naked Park Jimin plant an open mouth kiss on his chest. Fuck. He groaned, gripped the small hand in his tightly, and Jimin squeezed back, another kiss on his chest.

And then the small hand twisted out of his, and reappeared at the drawstring of his bathing suit, his other hand meeting it, and working at the strings. Jungkook felt like he was outside himself, watching the slender teen untie his bathing suit, and push it off, and sink to his knees...

Jungkook moaned and let it happen.

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Author Note:

Did you see the in-line author's note at the * ?    🙏🥰

Apologies that this chapter is sort of extra short, this was just the best place to split!

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