ʙᴛꜱ ᴀᴍʙᴡ ᴏɴᴇ-ꜱʜᴏᴛꜱ, ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ | ʙᴛꜱ x ᴏᴄ

~~The one where they make-up (KSJ)~~

🌺Pretty vulgar sex scene in this

  "Keep your eyes shut...!" Jin urged for the umpteenth time, pulling Ingrid by the hand. She heard him open a door, and suddenly they stepped out into warmer air. They must be outside, she presumed.

  "Jin, this is..." She started uneasily, but he waves her fretting off.

  "You'll love it, I promise, baby," He stopped and she followed suit, feeling his hands grip her shoulders from behind. "You ready?" He sang teasingly, the excitement lifted his voice.

  Ingrid bites her lips, but felt herself smiling. She wasn't sure if he was pulling one of his pranks or not. She bobs her head, and he pulls her hand from over her eyes. Ingrid blinks, her eyes widening at the sight of the luxury vehicle in front of her. Not to mention it's unique indigo hue. Indigo is one of her favorite colors, next to lavender.

  She feels her heart swelling, standing speechless. Jin pulls a fob from his pocket, and the headlights flash as the car chirps. "It's yours. D'you like it?" He asked, wearing that big, proud grin on his face.

  Ingrid pulls herself together, folding her arms and bobbing her head quickly. "Yeah, it's really nice Jin! I... I dunno what to say, thank you!"

  He noticed how off she was, though, and his smile fades a bit, "You don't like it." He observed.

  Ingrid shakes her head, "No, Jin, it's really nice! I really appreciate it," she stated sincerely, reaching toward his face and standing on her toes to give him a chaste kiss on the lips. But he still didn't seem to favor her lacking reaction.

  "Is it the color? I can get it repainted-"

  "Jinnie," Ingrid sighs, "There's nothing wrong with the car, baby. I love it." He hums, a frown growing on his lips. She watched him push his hair back, his hair was a bit long, now. It framed his face, drew more attention to his frustrated expression. He pursed his lips, completely dissatisfied with her reaction.

  "I heard you and your friends talking and you kept saying how much you want to get around on your own..." He muttered, trying to justify it. Ingrid gapes, he didn't need to justify his gesture to her at all. It was very thoughtful. She just wished he consulted with her first.

  "I appreciate it, baby, I do-"

  "But what?" He asked, irritation and frustration tainting his tone.

  "B-But..." She wasn't sure how to put it into words. The anger flaring up on his expression was making her guilt bubble up inside her. 

  "Spit it out." He demanded in a harsh tone, one he'd never directed at her before. She was a bit taken aback by his bluntness, but obliged him in as careful wording as she could find.

  "It's just... Where are we going to put this car? And what if the tabloids follow me around? I just-"

  He scoffs, "You weren't worried about tabloids when you were complaining to your friends. How much you 'miss your freedom'," he used air quotes, his demeaning tone seeming to mock her. Ingrid clenches her jaw, folding hers arms. "I thought that you'd appreciate something like this."
 
  "What are you saying?" Ingrid wondered, not sure what he was getting at exactly. 

  "Exactly what I said!" He returned, his angry tone raising at her.

  "First of all, I didn't ask you to buy me a car, Jin. I made sure not to ask you-"
 
  "Right, because you have too much pride to ask me for anything. You have no problem telling your friends how miserable you are, though." He scoffed.