The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Three/Chapter Seven

Jungkook:

Reality started to hit as he recovered from orgasming hard into his adorable boyfriend. He checked the time on his phone.

"Jimin, fuck, it's after nine, we are so late!"

Jimin was still washing semen off himself, but at Jungkook's words he turned off the shower and came to dry and re-dress.

"No underwear, Jimin? Those shorts are pretty fucking short..."

"Jealous are we?" Jimin smirked and kissed him and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"We have to hurry. Please fucking wear underwear..."

"I'm hot for you, Jungkookah, I wore this for you! You don't like seeing my dick almost falling out of my pants?" Jimin bit his lip naughtily and kissed Jungkook again.

"I don't like seeing Montero and plenty of other guys—and girls—seeing it." Jungkook pushed Jimin away and pulled on his shirt. "Fucking get dressed. I guess we can't leave together, should I go first?"

"Yeah, go ahead," Jimin pouted slightly and Jungkook snaked a hand around his waist and pulled him close and kissed him.

"Sorry we don't have time to talk or snuggle." He kissed Jimin again. "I don't usually fuck and run but I don't usually get cornered in the shower either...". He kissed Jimin again and the small one blushed, and Jungkook finally released him. "You'll come tonight?"

"Of course." Jimin smiled.

"I said I wouldn't fuck you twice in a day." Jungkook searched his face. "You make me do too many things I said I wouldn't, Park Jimin." He grabbed Jimin's chin with a look of consternation, and kissed him one more time. "See you tonight," he whispered, and swept out the door.

Jimin:

When Jimin joined the art class, Namjoon was there talking earnestly to the teacher.

"Jimin is here, guys!" One of the campers called out, and Namjoon spun on his heel, and locked worried eyes on Jimin. Then eyes narrowed and he hissed and came up to Jimin and grabbed his elbow.

"Park Jimin, where the fuu—heck were you?"

Jimin swallowed. "I was in the shower, I guess I just—"

"We looked for you Jimin, you weren't in the shower!"

"Oh, um... I used a different shower."

"What? Jimin? What shower? Why?" Namjoon's face was distorted with worry and confusion.

"The—um—the one for the younger boys. The water at our shower was cold so I just walked over there."

Namjoon looked at him, still confused, and finally took in his outfit, swallowing as eyes lingered on perfect teenage abs.

"Jimin, there is a dress code you know?"

"What? These clothes are fine," Jimin squirmed away from Namjoon, sat down next to Taehyung and began the art project, blushing under the eyes of the other campers.

"Where were you?" Taehyung hissed at him a minute later.

"He was getting his dick sucked," Montero said, leaning over from across the table with a knowing, and slightly jealous smirk.

"Shut the fuck up, Montero."

"Who the fuck is your boyfriend? Tell me." Montero asked desperately, voice low and earnest.

"No, leave me alone," hissed Jimin.

And yet, later that night, he once again found himself shivering in thin tee and boxers, and once again Montero had specifically locked the window, and Jimin texted him angrily.

JM: Did you shut the window again?

MT: You want to pay the toll, Jimin?

Jimin scowled, but when the window slid open and the handsome chocolate face gleamed from the window, he found his heart quickening and his arm reaching up to take Montero's, and he followed him to his bed willingly, not wanting to admit to himself how willing he was.

"Why won't you tell me the truth?" Montero muttered as he held Jimin, as Jimin lingered with fingertips on a dark nub of nipple, and ran his hands along Montero's abs.

"I can't," Jimin sighed. "And I shouldn't be doing this, either." Montero slid a hand onto his bottom and squeezed.

"I want you, fuck. I know you want me to get you off..." but when Montero's hand reached for Jimin's cock, Jimin stopped him.

"I won't cheat on my boyfriend."

"Jimin, you are laying here in my arms in your underwear," Montero said in disbelief.

"Only because you bribe me," Jimin protested stubbornly.

"Is that so?" Montero said, voice hurt. He took his arm out from behind Jimin's head. "Fine then, go back to your own bed." Montero turned over, leaving his broad, rippling, delicious back facing Jimin.

Jimin breathed hard, not sure what to do, and then turned, too, to spoon Montero, and wrapped arms around his waist.

"You're warm and I'm comfortable," sighed Jimin and then promptly fell asleep, breathing in the sweet musk of Montero against his cheek.

The next thing he knew, Taehyung was shaking him awake, standing in front of the bunk.

"I thought you had a boyfriend," hissed Taehyung.

"Fuck," groaned Jimin, "I do! Me and Montero are just—" Montero stirred and pulled an arm tighter around Jimin's waist. "—friends!" He hissed and squirmed out of the sleeping boy's arms.

"Friends?" Taehyung said quizzically. "You really think Jung—ahem—your boyfriend—would be okay with this?"

Jimin shot him a stony stare, climbed out of the bed and pulled on his T-shirt, and yet his consciousness was louder than Taehyung.

What would Jungkook think, if he knew?

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Author Note:

What WILL Jungkook think, y'all??? 

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