My Brother's Fiancé (WinRina/Jiminjeong)

Ten [TW]

Notes beforehand:
This is choppy. Trigger Warning. Abuse and a slur mentioned.

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"Ugh, Minjeong please stop," Jimin whined.

"I can't- please-" Minjeong rasped, "give me a couple more seconds."

There Jimin was in front of the stove with an apron, two oven mittens, and a towel wrapped around the bottom half of her face while holding the pot lid as a shield against the stove.

Minjeong was squeezing her stomach tight from how hard she was laughing. She had to hold the side of the counter to avoid falling completely onto the floor.

"You look so stupid!" Minjeong wiped a tear away taking pictures of the struggling woman.

"Come on! That's hot oil! I don't want to risk my perfect skin for some damn churros alright!" The older carefully trudged towards the stove to flip the churros.

"Aww oh no! I'm Jimin and I have perfect skin! Even in fully clothed armor, I don't want to be five feet away from oil because it might give me boo-boos!" Minjeong mocked, dying again from laughter.

All the wrinkles formed on Jimin's face as she turned to face Minjeong only to be met with a flash from Minjeong's camera catching the perfect picture of "Jimin, culinary's pillow princess".

"You're a rat." Jimin huffed.

"A hot one."

"This hot oil would surely make you even hotter, wanna test that theory?" Jimin inched the tongs towards Minjeong and she playfully ran behind the counter.

"Why am I the one frying it anyway?! Aren't you the self-proclaimed "churro master"?" Jimin ranted still pointing angry tongs toward the younger.

"And you're my student. You gotta learn somehow now hold still while I take a couple more pictures."

After an adventurous evening, Jimin was settled in the island kitchen grumpily eating her hard-worked churros while Minjeong was at the sink cleaning up. While she was eating, however, she found herself at the perfect view level of Minjeong from behind and couldn't help but let her eyes linger for a bit. Minjeong was in a messy bun, oversized shirt, pajama shorts, and a puppy apron over it all. Cute and hot, Jimin nodded.

"Staring much?"

Jimin met a pair of eyes staring right at her. "Uh no." She rolled her eyes refusing to give Minjeong the satisfaction.

"Come on Jimin, I know I'm hot! No need to be so bashful about it." The younger turned her attention back to the dishes giving a small shake just to tease the older a bit.

But just as she thought she won she jumped at the sudden impact of a hand on her ass. Before she could turn around Jimin was right behind with her hands on the other's hips, holding her in place.

"You're right. That ass is hot." The older whispered just behind Minjeongs ear, "I saw it up and personal pretty recently, I think I can vouch."

The younger's ear turned as red as her hair, still frozen in place.

"Aww, what's wrong? No smart remark this time?" Jimin laughed.

But just before Jimin could say any more the shorter girl quickly turned around and flipped their positions and now Jimin was up against the counter trapped between Minjeong's arms, the cold marble instantly hitting Jimin's back making the older girl shiver. Jimin watched Minjeong's eyes never leave her and her mouth form into a sly smirk, not even realizing the hand traveling behind her to grab a handful of bubbles. Minjeong quickly splashed a bunch of bubbles onto Jimin's face causing the older one to push her off.