The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Three/Chapter Four

Jimin:

"I'm saying 'no' to you," Jungkook whispered in his ear. Jimin's heart flip-flopped with painful longing.

"Jungkook-ah!" He whined, wanting the older man so badly, wanting his fingers and mouth to bring Jimin's body to orgasm, and wanting it now.

He gasped as Jungkook slapped his ass, but then Jungkook pulled his shorts back up and with a swooping exit, left Jimin poignantly alone ... and unsatisfied.

Jimin glared and washed up in the sink, mind racing.

I don't want you cornering me in some semi-public place and making me blow you or talking dirty to me where someone might hear. It's too risky...

Okay Jungkook-ah, I will be a good boy, I promise.

He felt a wave of shame as he remembered the promise he made to an emotional Jungkook last night, not even twelve hours ago... and already broken.

Why are you such a slut, Park Jimin? Stop being a fucking ho!

When he sat back down at the breakfast table, he realized Jungkook had already left and his heart dropped into his belly.

"Jimin?" asked Taehyung, looking at him perceptively.

Jimin just shook his head. He wasn't sure if he felt anger, sadness or guilt...but he knew he still felt horny as fuck, and his boyfriend had left him like this, without taking care of him... And even though logic fought against the hurt feelings, Jimin couldn't help feeling rejected, unsatisfied, and insecure.

"Are you ready?" He said abruptly to Taehyung, and his friend looked at him in surprise, shoved one more piece of bacon in his mouth, and scrambled after Jimin, who was already stalking out of the canteen emotionally.

Jimin's face was contorted with stress, and Taehyung looked at him, confused. "Are you okay?"

Jimin just bit his lip and shook his head dismissively, and Taehyung fell silent beside him again.

Jimin grit his teeth. Fuck, he wanted a blowjob. Before Jungkook, Montero wasn't the only one very willing to drop to his knees for Park Jimin, and it felt odd to rely so completely on Jungkook. If only he was more willing, it wouldn't matter...

Jimin was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't notice Montero catching up to them, until he grabbed Jimin's wrist with two strong fingers.

"Someone is already being neglected by their brand new boyfriend?"

"What?" Tae's eyes widened. "Who is your boyfriend?"

Jimin avoided Tae's eyes, walking away from both of them, but they pursued.

"I know that look, Jimin, and you want your dick sucked."

Jimin's eyes flashed with anger. "Shut the fuck up, Montero."

"Your new boyfriend isn't keeping you satisfied already, Jimin? I know you couldn't last without me for long."

Jimin's heart pounded with anger. Mostly he was angry that Montero knew him so well, knew his weaknesses, his desires, that look on his face and what it meant. He felt ashamed enough, and the perceptive boy's judgments were too accurate and real. His observation of them made them unmanageably real, somehow.

"Just because you are a fucking ho doesn't mean I am, Montero. I have a fucking boyfriend, so if he isn't free to suck my dick then my dick will go unsucked, and that's a reality we both are going to have to get used to. Now stop hounding me, leave me the fuck alone!" Jimin snapped.