The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Three/Chapter One

Jimin:

When Jimin slipped out of Jungkook's door later that night, after the larger man's anxious heart had finally slowed in sleep, he forgot for a second that he was a teenage camper and that Jungkook was a lifeguard and camp employee.  He opened the door somewhat absentmindedly, until he saw movement down the row, another lifeguard walking back from the bathhouse.  He dashed quickly around the building before he could be seen, heart pounding. 

The temp had dropped since he left his own cabin, and the chill cut right through his boxers and thin tee.  He shivered and hoped no one else would see him.  Clouds had also covered the moon in the night and it was dark. Jimin scrambled for his phone flashlight, but when he turned it on he realized it made him blind to anyone else moving in the night, so he switched it back off and just moved as quickly as he could through the darkness.  

A branch lashed his face and he held back a yell, instead moaning.  Fuck.  

He moved slower and more carefully and finally was facing the window of his cabin.  But as he looked closer, what he saw made his heart try to jump out of his chest.  The window was closed.

Jimin struggled to open it from so far below, but the angle made it hard and it even seemed like it was locked.

Fuck!

Jimin leaned against the building for a second, heart pounding, and took out his phone. 

JM: Tae?

He looked up at the window desperately.  Taehyung never texted in the middle of the night.   He looked down at his phone and bit his lip.

JM:  Montero?

Within a few seconds three dots appeared and Jimin breathed a tiny bit easier.

MT: Jimin?

JM: Can you please come open the window for me?

MT:  Why should I?

Jimin's eyes widened in surprise and then narrowed with annoyance as he read and processed the message.

JM: Because I'm asking, please Montero!

MT:  I will... if you come sleep in my bed. 

JM:  I told you I'm with someone!   I want to be exclusive with them.

The window was slowly raising and soon Montero's head appeared.

"Be with your little boyfriend.  I didn't say we had to do anything.   But... come sleep in my bed, that's the price of entrance."

Jimin examined his face, the smirk of confidence hiding real need and loneliness, licking his lips, uncertain, but trying to be dominant. 

He reached a muscular arm down to Jimin, and Jimin locked eyes with him first, and then reached an arm up to wrap his own fingers into Montero's large bicep as Montero locked long fingers around his small wiry arm.  The boys stayed there for a half second, arms and hands clasped, and then Jimin gave the barest nod, eyes flicking down to indicate agreement.

Montero's face flushed into a smile and hauled him up, and Jimin couldn't deny how it made him happy to see his friend light up at the idea of just holding him in sleep... nor could he deny how his heart quickened as he was helped through the window, as Montero's clean body musk entered his nose and flashed back to so many intimate moments.  He always made me feel safe.  And loved.

And as Jimin followed the boy back to his bed, watching his fine ass undulate inside his boxers or the muscles rippling in his bare back, he found that he didn't mind being coerced into his bed.  That he was slightly grateful for having an excuse to—

Montero stopped at the base of the bunk, turning to find Jimin.  His large hand settled on Jimin's waist, silently inviting him to climb up the bunk first.  Jimin gripped the bars and climbed, followed close behind by Montero. 

And as the flirtatious boy settled back onto his pillow, and invited Jimin into the crook of his arm, Jimin found himself pulling off his T-shirt, and laying down, breath quickening as he and Montero's skin came into increasing contact.  Jimin settled onto his arm, hand sliding up his bare chest, and his leg seemed to autopilot over Montero's.  He laid into him, and Montero's arm tightened around his shoulder, massaging, running fingers up and down Jimin's arm.

Jimin felt a flush of shame as he realized he was hard, that his dick increasingly pressed into Montero's side.  He tried to shift away, but it was too late, Montero had already noticed. 

He brought his other hand under Jimin's chin, forcing him to make eye contact.   Jimin was breathing hard, their lips were inches apart. 

"Why are you doing this to yourself?  You think you can be satisfied by just one man, Park Jimin?  I think there is too much hotness in your little body for just one man to possess."   Words were accompanied by Montero's hand gliding over his belly, sending hot quakes through his skin at every point of contact.

Jimin continued to breathe hard, he didn't know what to say to this.  He felt confused too, but he knew Jungkook would never forgive him if he cheated.  He just shook his head, and laid his head on Montero's chest, and let the boy touch his arms and chest.   He just laid there in Montero's arms in his underwear and pretended this wasn't actually cheating, while his body flushed with love and heat from someone who wasn't Jungkook. 

He let his fingers move over Montero's chest and belly too... but he didn't let his lips kiss the sweet skin, didn't let his lips traverse over muscle or neck.  He didn't let his hand slide down into Montero's pants, as much as it danced along his waistline... and the other boy kept a respectful, barely platonic boundary, too. 

"See?" Montero whispered, as Jimin teased a fingertip under the line of his boxers. 

"Just sleep, right?"

And eventually hands settled to stillness, fantasies turned to dreams, and sleep came.

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Author Note:

YAY I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU GUYS TO READ THIS ONE, EEEEE.

I will publish a new chapter every day until the story is complete (May 16th)!

This third story is almost twice as long as the first two were, and it's honestly my favorite one yet!

BORAHAE READERS AND BE WELL!!