The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Four/Chapter Six

Jungkook:

In what was becoming too familiar—too comfortable— a routine, Jungkook lay on his bed, blissed out from fucking, as the sun set over the lake at the camp. Jimin lay naked in Jungkook's arms, and Jungkook clung to him and kissed his head.

It was Friday, and he couldn't believe what this week had been. How it felt to get used to walking to his bedroom after dinner every night with Jimin and spending all evening with him. He smiled, thinking of yesterday afternoon.

Jungkook had gotten distracted telling Jimin stories from his childhood as they made out, and they had forgotten to even fuck...just laid there naked in each other's arms and talked...

It felt like forever. It felt like everything.

His mind flashed suddenly to next week, setting up in his college dorm in Busan...

Jungkook kissed Jimin's head again, and took the small hand on his chest in his hand.

"Baby," Jimin pulled back to meet his eyes, "where are you going to college this fall? I can't—" Jungkook blushed furiously, and looked down at where his fingers slowly intertwined with Jimin's... "I fucking love you, Jimin. I don't want camp to end in a couple days and like ...what? Like how far away are our schools?" He met Jimin's eyes and realized there was an odd expression on his face...

Jimin:

Jimin's heart pounded. It was harder than ever to lie to Jungkook.

"Where do you go to college again?" Jimin asked. Busan was a big place, this was a major question...

"Busan University."

Jimin flushed happily, and said with impulsive happiness: "I know where that is, I go to Busan High School for the performing arts, it's in the same district." Jungkook's eyes narrowed at him in confusion.

"But are you going to college next year?"

Shit. Jimin's heart pounded. He had been too honest, forgetting the lie, in his momentary happiness. He fidgeted with stress, picking at the blanket.

"Yeah, but..."

"What?" Jungkook's voice was anxious.

Jimin's face burned, searching for an out. He had to figure out a way to tell Jungkook the truth.

His eyes caught the clock beside Jungkook's bed. It was time for them to go dance.

"Oh Jungkook, it's eight, we better go!"

When he met Jungkook's eyes again, the man was already smiling at him fondly. Part of Jimin ached with guilt that the man was so easily distracted... manipulated, a part of his brain tugged... Jungkook tightened hands around Jimin's waist.

"It's already Friday, do you feel like we are ready?" His expression was adorable. Insecure, questioning.

He's a big baby. Jimin realized, and suddenly his affection only grew, and he threw arms around Jungkook's neck. "We will be ready," he said, and kissed Jungkook on the lips.

"Let's go make it perfect, and then we can just have a fun day tomorrow while the rest of the camp is working," Jungkook said in satoori, and Jimin wasn't sure he could love him any more. He kissed him firmly on the lips.

"Yes please," he whispered.

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