The Jimin Effect ✔

Part Four/Chapter Eleven

Jimin:

"So, you never told me what school you are going to next year, will it be easy to see each other?" Jungkook asked, his voice light and happy.

Jimin's heart froze to ice, and yet he had to say it eventually. He looked at Jungkook's hand holding his, their rings touching. Suddenly Jimin couldn't be dishonest any more, couldn't tell Jungkook another lie, and his lips began to speak, began to try to say the truth.

"Jungkook-ah," he ran fingers down the muscular chest. I can't lose him. "Jungkook-ah, do you promise you love me, no matter what?"

"Of course, baby," Jungkook grabbed his face and kissed him. "Apparently I live for you, just like that."

Jimin blushed, but he was still shaking with nervousness.

"I-there is something I have to tell you." Jimin whispered, fingers trailing across Jungkook's chest and making the larger man gasp with overstimulation.

"What, what?" gasped Jungkook, giggling. Jimin kissed his lips and met his eyes, suddenly focused and serious.

"I sort of...lied to you," whispered Jimin. Jungkook's whole body froze, hardened beneath him, and the blood drained from his face.

"Lied? About what?" Jimin could feel Jungkook's heart pounding through his chest. "You are still fucking around with Montero?" His voice grew bitter and angry, instantly, and Jimin put a small hand on his face, trying to reassure him.

"No, Jungkook-ah! It isn't that, it's..." he hesitated, still dreading his boyfriend's reaction.

"What?" Jungkook shook his shoulders, and Jimin couldn't help feeling like a child about to be scolded.

"I might have lied, just slightly about...um..." Jimin bit his lip.

"What?" Jungkook's eyes were narrowed and he looked directly into Jimin's face. Jimin cast his eyes down.

"...my age," whispered Jimin. Jungkook's mouth dropped open and his eyes were wide, and he searched Jimin's face.

"What?" He whispered, disbelief and denial in his voice. "How old are you, Jimin?"

"I'm seventeen," squeaked the twink.

Jungkook's face was white, and he shook his head. "No! No, you are eighteen, you said you were an adult."

Jimin said nothing, eyes wide and guilty.

"Fuck, Jimin, FUCK." Jungkook rubbed his face with both hands, taking his arm out from behind Jimin and sitting up.

The little twink bit his lip guilty as he sat as well, pulling arms around his knees and resting his chin on top, trying to hide.

"Is your birthday soon at least?" Jungkook asked, rubbing his face.

"No," whispered Jimin.

"When's your-"

"August ninth."

Jungkook took his hands off his face and stared at him, and Jimin put his legs down, sat cross-legged now, facing Jungkook. I have to face this, whatever his reaction is. He took a deep breath.

"But that means-I mean," Jungkook's voice was panicky now, as he searched Jimin's face, "are you telling me you were sixteen years old a month ago?" Jimin nodded slowly, brushing his hair back from his face.

Jungkook stood up, walked away from the blanket and grabbed his head and his stomach in turn, moaning. Jimin stood up, too, and shifted his feet nervously. What should I say?

"I AM an adult, though, Jungkook-ah, I didn't lie about that. I'm twice as mature as any eighteen year old," he piped up, hoping Jungkook would know that much was true.

"Jimin!" Jungkook spun angrily, muscles in his arms bulging as he stepped toward Jimin... "I'm twenty-two years old! You are a fucking child! And you seduced me and lied to me!" Jungkook yelled, and pointed in Jimin's face, shaking with rage. His face was twisted with pain and anger. Jimin shrank back in fear, he had never seen him this way.

"Jungkook-ah!" Jimin started to cry, and he suddenly did feel young, and pathetic, and naked, and he crossed his hands in front of himself, an unconscious expression of shame.

Jungkook:

Jungkook thought he may throw up, and all he could do was yell at Jimin...

His eyes focused on his clothes on the blanket and he grabbed them and dressed. And yet when he looked up at the boy, and saw him whimpering, and crying, and looking tinier and younger than ever now, suddenly, Jungkook's very first instinct was to comfort him, and he realized he still loved him, completely. And then that feeling made him even more angry at Jimin--How could he make me love him like this?

His heart felt like a tetherball, impacted as it swung between extremes. He felt like he would be torn apart with the impact. He glanced back at Jimin.

Jimin looked so ashamed, and sad, and small.

Jungkook scowled and threw Jimin his clothes.

Suddenly Jungkook realized how screwed he was, how deeply he had let himself fall for Jimin. He narrowed his eyes at Jimin, sniffling and dressing.

I had never felt like that about anyone, Jungkook thought, heart breaking apart. I thought he was my forever... And it was all based on a lie.

Suddenly all he wanted was to be as far away from him as quickly as possible.

"Come on, we are leaving now," Jungkook growled, and packed up the bag quickly, and walked off, leaving Jimin scrambling after him.

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Author Note:

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