The Jimin Effect ✔

Part One/Chapter Four

Jungkook:

Jungkook stopped finally, looking out at the pristine lake.  His mind had slowed, some.  He had succeeded in reminding himself, finally, that Jimin was a teenage camper, and 100% off limits....despite that he's a whole fucking sexual mood—and that he's really sweet and funny—and that he's a fucking amazing dancer.

He could legally consent if he wasn't a camper.  Jungkook thoughts started to circle desperately again.   He might not be eighteen, but he was definitely past sixteen, the legal age of consent in Korea.

But he's a camper.   And you could lose your job.  And barely legal teens aren't usually your type, Jeon Jungkook.   What is wrong with you?

He chewed torturously on his lip while his mind swirled, tonguing at his lip ring.

"Can I go for a walk with you, Jungkook-ssi?"  a lilting voice cut through his consciousness suddenly, and Jungkook nearly jumped out of his skin with surprise.

Of course, it was none other than Park Jimin, standing there.  He had unbuttoned the top button of the board shorts and flipped the waistband down, exposing his groin and the musculature of his lower abs even more clearly. Curling hairs gathered in the middle where the shorts were folded open ... Jungkook gulped desperately.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Jimin, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Ah, such a dirty mouth, Jungkook-ssi!"  The boy smirked and bit his finger, teasing.   "I just—saw you were taking a walk and I wanted to talk to you so I thought I would take a walk, too."

Jungkook looked around desperately, as if another lifeguard or counselor or Taehyung would suddenly show up and save him, but no one did.

Not sure what else to do, Jungkook turned and kept walking.  Park Jimin ran to catch up, and fell into a quick stride to stay level with Jungkook. Jungkook realized, glancing down, that Jimin had to take two steps for every one of his, but somehow knew he wouldn't manage to outpace the energetic teen.  He realized that the shorts slipped down as Jimin scrambled after him, and he slowed down slightly, worried for them to slide any lower...

"So..." Jimin said, voice dripping.

Jungkook looked down at him, heart pounding.  How the fuck could this teenager terrify him?

Because you want him.   You want him even though it could cost you your job?   Why are you being crazy?

"...what kind of guys do you like, I mean what's your type?"

Jungkook nearly tripped on the sand, and met Jimin's eyes out of the corner of his.

"I can tell you are gay, Jungkook-ssi," Jimin said, teasingly.  "You don't look at any of the girls the way you look at me."

Jungkook blushed, fuck, the boy was too perceptive.

"You are shameless," he muttered.  "Maybe don't call adults out on their sexual preferences."

"It's not my fault that you stare at me," Jimin pouted flirtatiously.

Jungkook blushed again and walked faster again.

"I mean, your last boyfriend, was he more of a twink or...?"   Jimin continued.  Jungkook didn't dare look at the teen.  "I prefer more of a muscle bunny myself," Jimin said pointedly.  Jungkook choked on nothing and walked faster.

Jimin:

The sun beat hard on their backs, it was the warmest part of the day and the part of the beach they walked on now was full sun and hot.  Sweat had started to pour down Jungkook's neck and back, and it gave Jimin a slight boner, watching the muscular lifeguard glisten.

"You are sweating, Jungkook-ssi," Jimin said, gulping, his eyes locked on the moist chest of the older one.  Jungkook looked down at himself and at Jimin.

"So are you, Jimin-ssi," the lifeguard muttered, eyes traveling briefly over Jimin's face and neck and down his body.   When Jungkook's eyes met Jimin's again, Jimin smirked at him.

"So yes, twinks are your type?"  Jimin muttered in a low voice, stepping close to Jungkook.  But the lifeguard just stepped back, swallowing.

"Um. I—I'm gonna go swimming, I think,"  Jungkook gulped, and quickly walked into the lake, dived head first and swam away.

Jimin watched him in amusement. I am making him want me, he thought to himself.   And yet he's holding back for some reason!

When Jimin had succeeded in getting kids at school or in the neighborhood to wear that slack mouth look, eyes open and hungry, lips licked and bitten, the look Jungkook increasingly wore when he was with Jimin, the look that had overtaken him, now... when other teenagers had that look, they were ready to make out with Jimin, even give him a blowjob if he was lucky.

And yet Jungkook kept walking away from Jimin instead of toward him.   And Jimin didn't like it.

He watched the lifeguard swim.   Maybe this calls for drastic measures, Jimin thought.  He loosened the waistband of his shorts even more...

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Author Note:

Oh gosh what is Jimin going to do next?

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