The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Four/Chapter Seven

Jungkook:

Jungkook's heart pounded with some combination of love or uncertainty, as he walked away from Jimin's cabin, through the warm summer darkness. His mind kept flashing to having to let Jimin's hand go, to watching his face disappear behind the door.

He couldn't help thinking of next year.

Jimin never answered me about school. And something was strange in his face when I asked him.

What if this is just a summer fling to Jimin? What if he ghosts you after camp ends?

Jimin wouldn't do that, he loves you.

Why was he being weird when I asked him about the fall? ...Just next week...Just two more days... why won't he talk to me about it?

Jungkook walked past his own cabin, a mess of nerves. The thought of losing Jimin was unbearable.

He kept walking, and found himself at his car, and got in, and started to drive. Thoughts swirled in his mind. Jimin's bright smile, his tiny waist, the way his ass and thighs looked naked.

Mine, Jungkook thought, and once again the idea of anyone else's lips meeting Jimin's, anyone else's hands on him... his fingers tightened on the wheel. Mine.

As he drove, a plan started to form in his mind. There was a small city about a half hour away, with a busy nightlife... Jungkook's foot pressed the gas down harder and his eyes narrowed with focus.

Jimin:

Jimin laid there in the darkness. Tomorrow was Saturday, the last day that him and Jungkook would practice, and the dress rehearsal in front of the whole camp.

His heart pounded with anxiety as he thought of Jungkook's question: Where are you going to college next year?

How was he going to explain he was still in high school?

What if you tell him the truth, and he dumps you? Jimin's heart ached at the thought. A desperate longing grew over his heart, and he wanted to run.

You can't hide the truth anymore. You either have to break up with him, or tell him the truth and risk him breaking up with you.

Any version of losing him is unbearable, Jimin thought, and he had to slowly accept that he wasn't in control of what was about to happen.

All I can control is how many more times I lie to him, Jimin thought, and his belly ached.

He said we could spend the whole day together tomorrow. His heart jumped with joy at the thought.

You have to do it then, his mind tugged at him. You have to tell him how old you actually are.

What if he leaves me? What if it ruins the performance? What if it ruins everything?

Jimin's heart had no answer.

Jungkook:

Jungkook walked down the main strip of the city, it was still well lit up at nearly 11pm, but things would close soon. He walked into a boutique, hoping he could find what he was looking for...

He walked out sometime later with a bag, and a smile...and a plan...

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Jimin:

The next morning, as he met Jungkook's eyes across the canteen like he always did, the man had a funny expression on his face, like a secret. Jimin smiled at him, asking a question with raised eyebrows, and Jungkook just shrugged back with a goofy smile.

Jimin broke into a small giggle, lighting up with love for the lifeguard. It will be nice to be back in Busan... Jimin thought, smiling wistfully and wondering again how often his Dad would let him stay at Jungkook's college with him...

Mr. Bang, the camp head, came on over the loudspeaker.

"Campers! Welcome to parents weekend!! Your parents won't be here until tomorrow, but today we will be preparing and practicing for them to come, all day. First please go back and help clean up your cabin together, and as soon as they are clean, you can use the rest of the day to practice your performances. Dinner will start at five today and we will have the dress rehearsal directly after dinner at seven pm!"

Jimin snuck his phone out of his pocket to text Jungkook:

JM: I'll come to your room after we are done cleaning?

JK: Great, I have a surprise for you.

Jimin looked up at him, but he was still looking at his phone.

JM: ?

JK: :)

Once again Jungkook had that goofy smile on his face...

A few minutes later, Jimin walked back to his cabin in step with Taehyung and Montero.

"You're actually participating in normal camp activities?" Montero teased.

"What do you mean?" blushed Jimin, not meeting his eyes.

"Jimin," Taehyung said, "we know what "doing a dance with Jungkook" actually means. I'm in the dance group, remember, and I know we have that room after dinner, so where do you disappear to every night until we are done using the room?" Jimin giggled, and said nothing. Taehung continued, even more urgently. "I've seen you and Jungkook walking back to practice in the dark sometimes as we were leaving... If you think you don't look like boyfriends who just spent hours fucking to anyone else who sees you then, you're delusional."

Jimin chewed his lip nervously.

"I mean, Jimin..." Taehyung said, pressing his finger to a tender place on the nape of Jimin's neck.

"What?" Jimin said, grabbing his throat, and trying look down at his own neck.

"You have a hickey, dude," Taehyung said bluntly.

Montero spun him around to look at him in the sun, his eyes moving over Jimin's neck. Montero met his eyes with a smirk. "Jimin, your whole throat is bruised. There are fingerprints," he said in a low voice, meeting his eyes and knowing and understanding too much. "Just rub it in, why don't you, that someone else is getting that ass?" He grabbed Jimin's chin. "Hmmph," he said. He was flirting, but without a real edge to it, and Jimin knew he was just teasing him.

Jimin blushed and pulled away, continued walking. "It will fade by tomorrow," he said, rubbing his throat, but he was suddenly nervous.

"What are you and Jungkook doing today? We are practicing all day in the dance studio, will you guys be there?" Taehyung asked.

"No, we finished last night, we are totally ready." Jimin glanced around to make sure only Taehyung and Montero could hear him, and walked slower, and dropped his voice. "Jungkook said we could spend the whole day together, and he said he had a surprise for me." Jimin blushed, and started to speed up again. "Let's go finish cleaning..." and he raced off.

Taehyung looked at Montero with a scowl.

"Why does Jimin get to have this fantasy life where he spends his Saturday at camp having dirty sex?" Taehyung groaned.

"Stop rubbing it in," Montero echoed wistfully, as he watched Jimin's ass walk away.

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Author Note:

Sorry this was a bit of a transitional chapter!

Next tomorrow!

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