The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Four/Chapter Five

Jungkook:

The week fell into a strange fantasy reality; constructed by Jimin, and anxiously enjoyed by Jungkook.

After dinner Jimin would corner him and race back to his cabin... they would have insane sex and talk for hours, and then they would go dance at the studio... sometimes working on the dance for the end of the week, sometimes practicing other sexy choreos, Jimin's mouth open and his tongue snaking out, a natural flirt as he danced... and sometimes freestyling, in which Jimin too often ended up gasping in his arms with a boner in the too-public dance studio.

After one such moment, Jimin threw a small arm around Jungkook's neck, pressed his small body into him, and gasped into his neck: "You look hot..." Jimin giggled suddenly and pulled back to look at him. "We didn't even fuck before, you know, Jungkook!" Jimin's hand slipped down to press against Jungkook's sex, already half hard from Jimin being in his arms.

Jungkook realized he was right, that they had just ended up kissing and talking for hours, and never actually had sex before.... "You shouldn't let me talk so much," Jimin giggled, and kissed his neck.

"I like to listen to you," Jungkook said, kissing his lips hungrily... "besides, I was talking too..."

Suddenly there was a sound outside the door—Jungkook's heart pounded with anxiety, and he sat up, pushing Jimin out of his arms.

"Jimin, fuck, let's practice the Coming of Age Ceremony Dance, okay? We only have a couple more days..."

"Like that's any less sexy than the one we just did," the twink teased, wiggling his tongue at Jungkook. Jungkook slapped his ass firmly and Jimin squealed and giggled.

"You're right, it really isn't, but at least it's what we are supposed to be doing in here, not fucking flirting in the mirrors..." No one had ever walked in on them practicing, but it made Jungkook nervous that Jimin made him forget about everything but him. In the end, he was only intermittently aware that someone could walk through the door at any moment... Jungkook bit his lip nervously. "Someone could come in here anytime!"

Jimin's eyes met his with a naughty burning he knew way too well, now, and walked cheekily into the hallway, glancing behind him, holding the door open.

"Come to the bathroom with me really quick," Jimin whispered.

"Jimin!" Jungkook's heart began that familiar swoop in which he knew he was fighting a losing battle with his spoiled little boyfriend... "Please, we need to learn this dance..."

"Just five minutes..." Jimin bit his lip and pouted slightly. "Please, Daddy?"

Jungkook's brain had mixed feelings about Jimin calling him that, but his dick never seemed to, and he hardened, and desire ran through him like fire.

"Jimin..." his voice was pleading, but Jungkook wasn't sure what he begged for anymore.

The adorable twink took off his shirt, still standing there in the doorway, waiting for him. His taut body glistened with a sheen of sweat from dancing.

"Come to the bathroom..." Jimin whispered, and he turned and slid his sweatpants halfway down his ass, and walked out of the dance studio like that.

"Jimin! Fuck!" said Jungkook, and dashed after him. He passed through the door and locked eyes with Jimin in the hallway, before he disappeared, cheekily, through the bathroom door.