The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Two/Chapter Three

Jimin:

Jimin pulled his phone out when they got back to their cabins for after-dinner personal time. He had taken a moment to program Jungkook into his phone earlier but hadn't texted him yet.

Now his fingers composed the message nervously.

JM: This is Jimin.

He waited nervously for a response.

"Jimin? You wanna play spoons with us?" Called his friend from the table in the middle of the cabin. The rest of the campers in the cabin were gathered around the table with cards and spoons.

"No, ah, I'm still not feeling great. Imma just play on my phone." Jimin got into bed, and finally a response came from Jungkook.

JK: If you were with Montero you should have told me.

Jimin stared at the message, now trembling with anxiety. He shook as he typed back, his cabin mates whooping as the first person was eliminated from the game.

JM: I'm not with him. I'm with YOU, now.

JK: He looked pretty comfortable with his hands on you.

JM: I told him to stop, I can't exactly tell him it's because I'm yours now.

JK: So I'm right, that you were with him before, then?

JM: Montero isn't "with" anyone, Jungkook-ah, he fucks around even more than I do.

JK: Even more, huh? Is that what this is to you, you fucking around with me?

Jungkook:

Jungkook threw his phone aside, annoyed and jealous—and annoyed he felt jealous.

The boy has been your boyfriend for less than 12 hours, and he's already making you pull your hair out, this bodes well for the rest of the summer.

His phone dinged again and he tried to force himself not to look at it right away, but found himself soon scrambling to find and open it.

JM: No Jungkook! What's your cabin number

Jungkook stared at the message. What was the boy thinking?? He decided not to try to imagine what was in Jimin's brain and just let himself reply.

JK: It's 12B, at the very end.

JM: You have your own room?

Jungkook's heart was pounding.

JK: Yes, why?

There was a long pause. Jungkook watched the three dots appear and disappear, and finally a little swoop came through.

JM: If Montero climbs into my bed tonight I better not be there when he does, hmm?

Jungkook's heart started to leap and pound.

JK: Jimin???

Jimin did not answer again, and time clicked by. Jungkook lay there, thinking of how he had taken Park Jimin's virginity earlier that day, still in disbelief as he replayed, like a fantasy, how the little twink had seduced him, body, mind and soul.

All over the camp, the cabins grew quiet.

Jimin:

At the third game of spoons, kids started to drop out. Taehyung crashed down next to Jimin, also taking out his phone to play on it.

"Taehyung-ah?" Jimin whispered, and Tae met his eyes with a sleepy smile.

"Hmm?" Tae stretched and blinked his eyes sleepily.

"Imma—I mean..." Jimin struggled to articulate in nervous whispers. More and more kids were pulling shirts off and climbing into bed.

"What?" Tae looked at him quizzically.

"Um, I'm gonna leave for a while, I think. I'm gonna be back before anyone notices but you have to cover for me if ... if anyone notices I'm gone, okay?" Taehyung's eyes narrowed with concern.

"Where the fuck are you going, Jimin?" he searched his friend's face.

"I can't tell you." Jimin muttered.

"Ten o'clock, lights out, Jin is already asleep!" Called Namjoon, and there was a rumble of amusement through the cabin.

Taehyung's concerned face burned into Jimin's eyes, even after the lights were off.

It was only a few minutes later that Namjoon's loud snores joined Jin's soft ones near the front of the cabin. The eight boys shared four pairs of bunk beds at one end of the small cabin, and the two counselors had a twin bed each on the other side of the cabin. Separating the sets of beds was the table the boys sat at to play cards, or rub their faces blearily when they woke up.

Jimin glanced at Taehyung, he was already asleep. He could hear the soft sighs of Soobin, above him, but suddenly he felt someone's eyes on him: Montero.

The tall attractive boy smiled, revealing white teeth made perfect by past braces, and a retainer still holding them in place.

Those lips feel damn good on my dick, thought Jimin, with a shiver of memory.

And like Montero could read minds, he slithered down from his bed and padded softly over to Jimin.

He climbed into Jimin's bed, and Jimin scooched to let him in, not wanting to wake up anyone by resisting.

The boy immediately slung a leg over Jimin's, fingers at his chin.

"Why were you being weird before?" His eyes narrowed, hurt, and Jimin felt bad that he was about to hurt him even worse.

"I... met someone," squeaked Jimin.

"So what? I was with someone else yesterday, too, still waiting for your virginity, Park Jimin...". Montero bent to kiss Jimin's neck and Jimin squirmed, pinned beneath him, pleasure at the kisses fighting the discomfort of betraying Jungkook, by allowing them.

"I want to be exclusive with the person I am with now," Jimin's gasped, as Montero deepened kisses at his neck.

Montero drew back at these words, to meet Jimin's eyes, hurt and confused.

"Exclusive?" He said, face revealingly upset.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Montero, can we just be friends?" Montero's lower lip trembled and he bit it to hide it, climbing out of Jimin's bed.

"It's not you!" Jimin cried, at a whisper.

"Oh, I know it's not ME that you fell for, Park Jimin.." Montero said wistfully as he padded back to his bed.

Jimin's heart thumped, and yet now that he had been with Jungkook, he didn't want to be with anyone else, even an incredibly hot, horny muscle bunny like Montero...

Montero wept as flamboyantly as he did anything, and Jimin could hear small sobs coming from his bed, and his heart broke for the boy; with whom he had shared sweet affection all summer.

Now those were moments of the past, with no warning. 

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Author Note: 

Poor Montero!   But good job being faithful, Jimin-ah!!

Tune in tomorrow for the next chapter!