Three Strikes - Chapter 2 - 3.8K (Patreon)

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“Why does Jeongguk hate me?”

He whines.

Jin doesn’t answer, only snorts.

“Like, he really doesn’t like me. I don’t know what I did but after yesterday he’s set on ignoring me.”

“So? He’s boring. Play this game with me Jimin-ah.”

Jin pushes the controller against his side. Jimin sighs as he takes it in his hands.

“He’s so hot though. Not to mention single.”

“As if I’m not?”

Jin says, offended.

“Is that an invitation?”

“No. You’re not my type at all.”

Jimin’s jaw drops when it leaves Jin’s mouth. How dare he? The menacing smile on Jin’s face while he keeps his eyes on the screen is getting to him.

“I am everyone’s type.”

He says, but Jin only rolls his eyes.

“You’ve got a cute face, it’s just that the rest of you also comes with it.”

This is a personal attack. Jimin puts the controller down again, offended to the core.

“The rest makes it even better.“

“Oh Jimin you’re unbearable.”

Jin laughs, shaking his head.

“I might have a shit personality but I’ve got everything else.”

“Which is what?”

“A nice ass.”

“Jimin-hyung?”

Oh fuck.

He whips his head towards Jeongguk, blush rushing up his neck because he just said that out loud and Jeongguk must have heard. Jin is trying his hardest not to laugh beside him, but he can hear the way his breath hitches, can hear how he holds it.

“Y-yeah?”

Jeongguk just waves him over, serious expression on his face. Doesn’t seem like he heard. Or maybe he’s heard and doesn’t agree. Which is impossible. He really does have a nice ass.

“Good luck.”

Jin calls as Jimin gets up and follows Jeongguk outside. He expects Jeongguk to talk, really, but Jeongguk just sits down on one of the pool chairs, and then gestures Jimin to sit down right between his thighs. He only now notices that Jeongguk has sunscreen in his hand.

Jimin blinks, looks at the spot between Jeongguk’s thighs with a tense feeling in his stomach. He sits down anyway.

It’s awfully silent as Jeongguk starts to rub sunscreen on his back. And.. It’s not a bad feeling, he likes Jeongguk’s rough hands on his skin, it’s just that.. why is he doing this? it seemed like Jeongguk wanted to talk about something.

Apparently not?

Apparently he just wants to continue giving him the cold shoulder as he rubs sunscreen on him. Which is fine, just a little odd.

He relaxes a little more when Jeongguk starts massaging his neck and shoulders, eyes closing at the act of kindness. His heart beats a little faster, wonders what has gotten into Jeongguk to switch from being sulky and petty to this.

Jeongguk moves even closer, Jimin feels the heat of his body radiating against his back, legs on either side of him.

Oh.

It shouldn’t be turning him on, but it is. He likes the idea of Jeongguk being able to hug him from behind, the idea of pressing his ass against Jeongguk’s crotch.

Sunscreen. It’s just sunscreen time. Jeongguk is rubbing sunscreen on him. Stay focused.

He looks down, which does nothing for staying focused because Jeongguk’s strong thighs are next to his own and they look fucking delicious.

“You need to be well protected hyung.”

Jeongguk says softly, hands moving down over his back. The way he curls his hands around his waist makes Jimin’s breath hitch. Shouldn’t be thinking about it, but he is. Jeongguk taking him from behind while holding his waist.

Fuck, not again.

Jeongguk’s hands slowly make their way from his waist to his stomach, up to his chest. Jimin presses his thighs tightly together, robbed of his speech. Jeongguk doesn’t even have sunscreen left on his hands, he’s just.. feeling him up?

Jimin is not complaining, it’s just that he hadn’t expected it after the silent treatment yesterday. And now he’s semi-hard, letting Jeongguk rub his hands over him.

He hopes he’s not reading into this wrong, because that would make what he’s about to do very awkward. He shifts back a bit, pressing his ass against Jeongguk’s crotch.

Jeongguk stops in his tracks, and Jimin doesn’t know if it’s shock or excitement. Hopes he didn’t fuck up. Seconds pass without reaction, not even a slight movement.

Oh god, he fucked up didn’t he?

“Jimin-ah! Are you done? Can you do my back?”

Jin calls from the door opening, eyeing over their intimate position on the pool chair. The moment is instantly broken, and he shifts away from Jeongguk with his cheeks burning up.

Jin knows what he’s doing. The evil smirk on his lips when he turns and walks back inside says enough.

Jimin will get him for this.

He clears his throat, stands up, tries to hide his semi. He casts a glance at Jeongguk over his shoulder, sees him looking away with red cheeks as well, flustered.

Fuck, maybe he read into it wrong. He made it weird between them.

“Sorry, Jeongguk-ah.”

“Don’t- Don’t worry about it.”

Jeongguk says, not making eye contact.

Jimin sighs softly as he makes his way inside.

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“Why did you do that?”

“What? You were done right?”

Jin asks, small grin on his lips.

Jimin purses his lips as he puts sunscreen on Jin’s back quite harshly, almost slapping it on.

“I was trying to get somewhere.”

“You were about to abuse my pool chair. I saved it.”

“Who cares about your pool chair, you should care about me and my well-being.”

“I care about my pool chair. And also about Jeongguk. You’d ruin him.”

“That’s the plan.”

“Well I never said I’d help you.”

Jimin groans in distress, then puts the sunscreen down. He turns Jin around, holds him by the shoulders.

“What does our friendship even mean to you?”

“That you don’t fuck my brother on my pool chair. That you respect my eyesight. That you-“

“But Jeongguk and I would work so well together.”

Jin snorts as he takes Jimin’s hands off his shoulders.

“Maybe if you’d be able to speak to him for longer than 10 seconds I’d believe that. But for now it’s pool chair, then you.” Jin says, gesturing a level with his hand where pool chair is up top, and Jimin is under that.

Jimin sighs, glances outside to see Jeongguk lying on said pool chair, earphones in, scrolling through his phone.

“Stop ogling him and come take a walk with me.”

“Can we bring him?”

“No.”

———————

The coast is pretty as always. He loves just walking and watching over the sea. All his childhood memories catch up to him as he wriggles his toes in the sand. He breathes in deeply, the salt, the sun, lets it wash over him like the waves.

“What am I even doing over there?”

He asks softly, thinking about his small apartment in America. At this point in life he doesn’t have much direction. He’s finished his studies, finished his master’s. He’s working in a bland office, staring at his screen the entire day. His colleagues are nice but not friends.

Honestly, he doesn’t have many close friends in America at all. The few he had all moved back to Korea after their studies.

It’s quite lonely.

Maybe he should also move back..

“Jimin-ah!”

Jin calls, big smile on his face as he throws seaweed at him.

He dodges just in time, but a little bit of mud smudges his cheek.

“Seriously? How old are you?”

He asks, not hesitating one bit by grabbing the seaweed and aiming at Jin.

“If you act younger you’ll stay young.”

“And single!”

He runs after Jin, throws the seaweed at him.

So much for reminiscing and life-changing realisations.

———————

That night they decide to have a pool party. And that’s good because he gets to see Jeongguk naked. Ah well, just shirtless actually. He actually probably has seen Jeongguk shirtless more than with shirt (shirtfull?), but he’s still excited.

Also, his burned skin has gotten better and turned a little more tan, so he can properly show off his body as well.

“You really don’t need to wear your Chanel earrings for the pool party.”

Jin (wrongly) comments, walking by as Jimin checks himself out in the mirror.

“I wholeheartedly disagree.”

They’re charming. They’re gonna make Jeongguk fall in love with him.

He doesn’t know what happened on that pool chair today, maybe he completely blew his chances, but he’s gonna make up for it. And Coco Chanel is helping him, whether she likes it or not.

And yes, he might have spent a little too long fixing his hair in the mirror, and making his lips look more luscious, and his eyes a little more seductive, but he’s got a goal for tonight. To make Jeongguk look only at him.

So yes, the party has already begun without him. he’s fashionably late, that’s the essence of pool parties.

And yes. Jeongguk is shirtless. First win of the night. Jimin spots him on the other side of the pool, drinking beer with Taehyung and Hoseok. He’s in just his black swimming shorts, and looks like literally any other day Jimin has seen him, yet still takes his breath away.

Ah, how can Jeongguk have become so handsome?

“Yeah, I see what you mean now. Jimin is not here for you, he’s absolutely gone for Jeongguk.”

Jimin’s ears perk up, quickly whips his head towards Namjoon, Yoongi and Jin who are standing around the barbecue like neighbourhood dads. Jimin joins them, looks over at Jeongguk once more and then shrugs.

“Oh come on. You guys have eyes right? he’s hot.”

“I’m his brother-“

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Oh.”

Jin snickers, turning the beef on the grill.

“He’s hot, but he never listens.”

Yoongi says, shaking his head like it’s a lost cause, drinking a sip of his whiskey.

“He’s cute, but yeah, a handful.”

Namjoon agrees, like he’s experienced it firsthand.

“Like how?”

Jimin asks, intrigued.

“He’s incredibly jealous.” Yoongi says first. “Like, remember last time-“

“Sssh.”

Jin shushes Yoongi, bringing the barbecue tong to his lips, menacing expression on his face. Jimin blinks, feels like he’s not in on something.

“What? Last time what?”

He asks.

“Nothing.” Jin says, then turns to Yoongi. “Don’t ruin my reality tv.”

“Ah, come on, Jimin has been trying so hard-“

“And he can keep trying, he’ll be here for a few more weeks.”

Oh Jin really is a pain in the ass. Jimin pokes his tongue in his cheek as he watches his childhood best friend give him the warmest of smiles.

Ah, to be honest it’s fair. Jimin has been ignoring him a little because he wants Jeongguk’s attention, but it was to be expected really! How can Jin expect him to behave when his little brother is all grown up and extremely hot and single parading around the house half naked.

It’s hard to concentrate.

“I will make him mine.”

Jimin promises. He’s gonna try his hardest, can’t let the opportunity slip.

“Isn’t it a little useless? I mean you’re leaving to America after summer again. Wouldn’t that suck?”

Yoongi asks, making a fair point.

Jimin is about to say he only wants to have a taste, but then remembers the conversation on the beach, about how Jeongguk believes in true love.

Ah.. maybe it would be a little selfish to just take whatever he wants from Jeongguk and then leave again.

“Oh, fuck, sorry I didn’t mean to make you reflect on life or anything.”

Yoongi says. Jimin shakes his head.

“Oh no, it’s fine, I was just thinking you might be right.”

“What’s wrong with a summer fling?”

Namjoon counters then, raising a brow at Yoongi.

“Nothing wrong with a summer fling, but I don’t know, have you met Jeongguk?”

“He’s capable of having a summer fling.”

“Oh right, and then crying when they leave and never getting over them?”

Jimin blinks, feels his heart break a little for Jeongguk. From what Yoongi said it seems like he already had someone he loved, and still isn’t over them. Ah, it must be hard for him. He looks over at said man, laughing so carefree with Taehyung and Hoseok.

Maybe he shouldn’t make it his goal to get with Jeongguk. He’s probably only gonna make him sad.

Their eyes lock then, and Jeongguk’s jaw drops a little. Even from all the way over here Jimin can see big brown eyes taking him in. Oh right, he went overboard today trying to look pretty for him. And.. it’s working?

Fuck, he wants to be happy that one of his tactics is paying off, but he can’t enjoy it now that he’s heard that Jeongguk is sensitive, and probably still not over his ex.

Ugh.

Why can’t he have the hottest summer boyfriend without heartbreak?

“Jiminie!”

Taehyung calls then, waving him over excitedly. Jimin excuses himself as he walks over to the other three, trying not to revel in the way Jeongguk’s eyes can’t seem to leave his face.

When he focuses his attention on Taehyung and Hoseok, he finds they’re looking at him as well. Oh god, did he go too overboard? Does he look weird? He’s suddenly self-conscious, tries playing it cool by running his hand through his hair.

“You look stunning.”

Taehyung says, immediately taking a closer look at his face, looking at his earrings and gasping.

“Chanel? Real ones?”

He’s surprised Taehyung knows, but then remembers he models and it all makes sense.

“Yeah, I got them a long time ago.”

“They’re really pretty.”

Jeongguk’s mood visibly gets gloomy the longer Taehyung gushes over his accessoires, and he’s once again slapped in the face with the realisation that Jeongguk might actually have a crush on Taehyung.

Fuck, right.

He gradually puts some space between Taehyung and him, but Taehyung is blissfully unaware, and so damn enthusiastic. And honestly, it’s cute, and Jimin really gets what Jeongguk sees in him.

“Ah by the way guys, it’s a pool party right? Not a sit-around-the-pool party. So I brought these.”

Hoseok interrupts, showing the collection of floaties he brought.

“You brought a rainbow unicorn?”

Taehyung asks skeptically, raising an eyebrow.

“What? As if we’re not all gay?”

Hoseok laughs, grabbing one of the other floaties; an octopus. Less gay. Well.. is it less gay?

“You don’t know if Jimin is gay.”

Taehyung counters, wrapping an arm around Jimin’s neck. Oh right, he hasn’t actually said anything to them about his sexuality.

Jimin can feel Jeongguk’s big, curious eyes on him, doesn’t even have to look to know that he’s watching his every move. Hoseok runs his eyes over him as well, for his usual happy features, he’s got the judgemental stare down to a t. From top to bottom, and back up, then Hoseok turns to Taehyung.

“No, you don’t know if Jimin is gay.”

Oof.

Jimin can’t help but snort at that, because he’s not really trying to hide it, always been quite out and proud anyway.

“What, because of how he looks? That’s shortsighted.”

Taehyung argues.

“Come on, no heterosexual man looks this good.”

Hoseok counters.

Taehyung turns Jimin’s head by his chin, examines his features. Jimin feels his cheeks burn up, because if Taehyung isn’t flirting with him, he’s got some impeccable natural rizz.

“Mm, that’s true, you’re suspiciously hot.”

Oh.

He’s about to muster a thank you when Jeongguk’s presence creeps up on him, like a big lost puppy he wedges himself between Taehyung and him, pressing one of the floaties against Taehyung’s chest.

Jimin can only blink as Taehyung happily starts with his given task, and Jeongguk just stands there spreading negative energy.

Hoseok hides his chuckle behind his hand as he also grabs one of the floaties and sits down, inflating it.

So, Jeongguk really is the jealous type. The extremely jealous type. Oh well, he’ll just have to stay out of Taehyung’s personal space the best he can.

For now, he grabs one of the floaties as well, the gay unicorn, and sits down on one of the pool chairs. It’s been a while since he’s done this, doesn’t know if he has enough lung capacity for it, but he’ll try anyway.

For a good while, he’s just sitting there, attempting to blow some air into the floaty, watching how Hoseok and Taehyung are way better at this. His floaty looks ridiculous at the moment, just a floppy silly little gay unicorn.

Jeongguk, after having just stood there for a few minutes, decides to join him on the pool chair then, watching him pathetically trying to make some progress. he’s even worse now that those big eyes are focused on him.

And by the way who does that? Who just sits and stares while you try to inflate a floaty?

See, it’s not his fault his attempts of winning Jeongguk over keep failing. Jeongguk is really awkward himself.

“Want me to help?”

Jeongguk asks softly, already taking the barely inflated gay unicorn in his hands. Jimin is about to nod when he looks at the inflation valve which he kind of, now that he looks at it, has molested. His spit is all over it.

“No it’s fine I- it’s a bit dirty-“

“I don’t mind.”

Jeongguk goes and puts his mouth right on it, doesn’t even fucking wipe it. Jimin watches in horror, cheeks burning up in shame as Jeongguk starts to blow. Fuck, isn’t that gross? Jeongguk doesn’t seem to care. Jimin’s spit is literally all over that thing, and in Jeongguk’s mouth now.

It’s- doesn’t it- you know, mean, indirect kiss?

Wow, fuck, that’s lame.

Jimin tries to talk some sense into himself. They’re just blowing up some stupid floaty, what is he getting worked up over?

He tells himself that as he watches how Jeongguk’s pink lips wrap around the valve, which sends heat rushing down his body as he imagines those lips somewhere else.

Man, he’s really out of it today. Why is this turning him on right now? He forces himself to breathe properly, just watch the situation and think logically.

They’re friends, inflating a gay unicorn. That’s it.

Jeongguk’s thigh touches his own then, and Jimin is suddenly aware of how close they are, it’s ridiculous how much affect it has on him. But he can’t put some distance between them because Jeongguk takes a break and nudges him.

“Your turn.”

Oh, they’re taking turns.

That’s great, normal.

Just friends taking turns blowing air into floaties. Just friends who put their mouth on the same inflation valve.

Friends share valves.

Jimin’s face is flushed as he looks at the valve, knowing Jeongguk just had his mouth on it. But he’s not going to say no, can’t let it show that this stupid thing is turning him on. He doesn’t want it to, it’s ridiculous.

So he just nods, can’t look Jeongguk in the eye as he wraps his lips back around the valve, pretending he can’t taste the inside of Jeongguk’s mouth as he blows.

Of all weird things that have turned him on, an inflation valve takes the cake. How can a stupid piece of silicone make his body run hot? Why is it so wet? Did Jeongguk lick this thing? He actually doesn’t want to know, but he’s now burdened with the knowledge that the inside of Jeongguk’s mouth tastes sweet.

Right, blow. He has to fucking blow.

Flustered, he takes a deep breath, trying to calm down as he breathes air into the floaty.

“You’re blowing it so well hyung.”

Jeongguk’s voice is closer and breathier than Jimin anticipated, so the sentences processes a little later.

He freezes, brain short-circuiting, replaying that sentence multiple times. Blood rushes straight to his cock, and he whips his head towards Jeongguk, panic surging through his body.

“What?”

He must have misheard that right?

Jeongguk blinks at him innocently, tilts his head.

“What?”

Fuck. Did he not.. did he not just say that? Jimin feels his entire body burning, cock growing semi-hard in his flimsy swimming trunks.

You’re blowing it so well hyung.

Fuck.

“What did you just say?”

“That you’re doing well.”

Jeongguk says casually, nodding at the slightly more alive looking gay unicorn.

There’s no hint of hidden intent that he can detect, Jeongguk looks like the pinnacle of innocence. Jimin swallows thickly, ashamed to the core because he’s in no state to continue.

“Ex-excuse me for a bit.”

He says, standing up while trying to hide his boner, making a beeline towards the bathroom.

He locks the door behind him, looks at himself in the mirror. His face is all flushed, redder than when he burned himself, eyes glazed over. Fuck, it must have been so obvious. Especially when his eyes land on his barely concealed semi-hard cock does he feel shame wash over him.

he’s such an idiot.

Getting hard over a fucking valve.

Ah this is so embarrassing.

You’re blowing it so well hyung.

Jeongguk did really say that didn’t he?

He quickly turns on the faucet, splashes cold water in his face to try to calm down.

Right, he’s just gonna go back there and pretend nothing happened. That’s probably the best course of action.

———————

“That’s 2 strikes Jimin-ah.”

Jin says when he walks back outside. He blinks, doesn’t get it. The rest of the guys have gathered around the barbecue, eating chicken wings as they look between the two of them, also no clue what Jin’s on about.

“I told you to keep them to a minimum.”

Oh fuck. The fucking boners.

Jimin awkwardly clears his throat, doesn’t want to engage in this conversation in front of the others, so he just nods. To divert the attention he also grabs a piece of chicken, kind of burning his fingers holding it.

“By the third you will have to come fishing with me.”

Jin decides to go on, pointing at him with his chicken wing.

“Please not fishing.”

Who even has the patience for that? Sitting for hours and hours waiting for something that might not even come. And worst is, fish are cute, they might look a little dumb sometimes but Jimin likes them. They don’t deserve to get hooked up.

Is that the proper way of saying that?

“Oh yes, and you’ll be going in full fishing gear.”

Jimin gasps.

Fishing gear is absolutely not cute. He’d rather be caught dead than anyone seeing him in that. And with anyone he means Jeongguk.

“You can’t do that to me.”

“Hat and all.”

“No. You must spare me the hat.”

Jin laughs, evilly. And Jimin groans in dispair. He’s gonna have to do anything in his power to not get hard around Jeongguk again. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem for him, but apparently Jeongguk can even make a fucking valve attractive so- he’s not feeling confident

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