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

~The one where their son gets caught (KSJ)

🌺FYI there's no mature scenes in this, but there will be mentions of mature themes.

🌺IDK what it is about writing Jingrid they're so fun lol

"Jin!" Ingrid whisper-shouts, racing downstairs where Jin was tending to his cooking. He startles, turning to his wife and looking at her with wide eyes. 

"What, woman? Why are you whispering?" He demanded with pouted lips, she nearly made him burn himself after all. He kept his voice low in case it was anything their son shouldn't be hearing from upstairs. Ingrid practically races her way over to him, though whatever it is didn't seem too urgent. She didn't seem alarmed, which was automatically a relief to him. 

  She peeks back up at the staircase from where she came for a moment, as if to check to see if she was followed. Jin followed her gaze, startling again when she grips his arm. "You'll never guess what I just caught Jinyoung doing." She whispered. 

  Jin furrowed his brows, their son was a teenager. There were plenty of things that his mother could catch him doing. Whatever it was, he just hoped it wasn't anything unsafe. Or illegal. That would definitely need some intervention. Not to mention risk his family's good reputation that took so long to build. The media couldn't wait to publish a scandal on them, they've been trying for years. 

  "I'm lost, Innie." He enthused, trying to read her face. Though her expression wasn't very easy to understand at the moment. He wasn't sure if it was concern, amusement, or disappointment. 

  She stands on her toes, cupping her hand over her mouth. "I caught him watching porn." She whispered, pulling from his face to gauge his reaction. Jin blinks dumbfoundedly. Did he hear that right? Kim-I'm-not-interested-in-dating-dad-Jinyoung was watching porn? 

  An amused snort left him, and the hilarity of the situation seemed to make it harder to resist chuckling. Especially looking at the baffled look on his wife's face. 

  "It's not funny, Jin!" She whispered seriously, though she was fighting a smile. When one of them starts laughing, it often amused the other. "What do we do?"

  "Innie, trust me, we shouldn't interfere with this one," He waves his hand, tending to his stew to check on it. He felt that it needed more of a certain seasoning this time around, though it was hard to pinpoint. "It's normal for boys his age."

  "But-" She pouts, cutting herself off. She sighs. "He's only sixteen. He shouldn't be looking at naked women like that. Or men. Or anyone for that matter." 

  "Says the one who's been watching porn since she was twelve." He replied snarkily, giving her a suggestive look. He bites back a laugh at how red her ears turned. 

  "Whatever. He's still my baby. You should talk to him-"

  "Woah, woah, woah. Me? First of all, you're the one paranoid about it. And second of all, I don't think it'll do anything but humiliate him. Does he even know you caught him?" 

  She pouts, folding her arms over her bust. "No..." he hums approvingly at that. He takes a tablespoon and brings up some of the broth, blowing it gently. 

  "Try this for me," he insisted, bringing it to her plump lips with his hand ready to catch any spills. She sips gently from it, her chin rests on his shoulder. "Well?" He asked as he waited for her to swallow. She hums thoughtfully.

   "Needs some salt. Just a dash, though," she advised. Jin hummed; salt. So that was it. He reached into their seasoning cabinet and does just that, sipping another spoonful for himself. He sighs in satisfaction.