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Seokjin: Unwilling Pt 1- SMUT & SOME FLUFF

This chapter always confuses me, so I'll just tell you from the start that the first half of this is the reader dreaming.

Third Person P.O.V.

"But Jagiya, why not?" you pout, your words slurring together in a jumbled, sleepy mess.

"Because you're drunk and you need some rest. I'm not doing this, y/n-dongsaeng," he replies with finality, his arms are crossed. These two things mixed with the fact that he called you dongsaeng—the name which he knows you hate being called by him—makes you know just how serious and unwavering he is in his decision. This is one of the times you wished his motherly instincts hadn't kicked in.

He shifts his weight to one foot and raises one eyebrow expectantly, waiting for you to continue your protests. You ignore his body language, continuing anyway. "Oppa, I'm not drunk. Just a little tipsy," you retort, whining just a little to persuade him.

"Y/n, sweetie, don't try that with me. Last time you said that, I let you drive us home. I'm surprised the officer let us off with a warning because you were well over the legal limit. For you, tipsy is a BAC of 0.17."

"Oppa, please~!" You grabbed onto his shirt, burying your face in his chest. "I'm really horny right now, please oppa, just let me do something."

"Ani. Nein. No. No way, Jose. I am not going to let you drag me into this, end of discussion. I am not helping with any of that," he concludes, pushing you—lightly (since he is Jin, after all)—off his chest and pointing vaguely towards your lower half. You scoff and glare at him, crossing your arms to mirror his expression.

"Fine." Your tone is harsh and careless. "Then I guess I won't let you near the kitchen for... two weeks?"

"Aigoo, Jagi that's not fair! I need to cook! You can't cook anything and canned foods aren't good for you! I need to have the kitchen, otherwise you'll starve to death."

"I won't starve. I have food," you counter firmly.

"There is no way in hell I am letting you eat junk food every day. That stuff kills your system! You'll be fat in two days!"

"And now you know how I feel. You need the kitchen, and I need release. Now please. There's a simple resolution to this dilemma, and I for one, am ready for you to make a decision." Jin smirks back at you. He doesn't even continue arguing with you. He knows well enough that you won't even remember this conversation in the morning.

"Okay. I've made my decision. I solemnly swear that I will not step foot in the kitchen for two weeks and you will sleep on the couch tonight. But I will not be relieving you of any sexual tension whatsoever within those two weeks."

"Aish. Fine. But, if you decide to change your mind, I will revoke the restrictions as soon as you touch me."

"Alright, then. I'll go get you a pillow and some blankets from the linen closet." You sighed in defeat. That man really knew how to get his way. You couldn't understand why he was so unlike most guys his age when it came to sexual demands. You had been dating Jin for over a year and you'd only had sex with him three times. All of which were either by accident, or he was sleeping, or you may have gotten him drunk.

Jin on the other hand, was currently walking to the linen closet, wondering why he had fallen in love with a girl that had such high sexual demands. You'd always be asking for his dick at least once or twice a month. He always said no, but settled for biweekly make-out sessions or cuddles. Once in a blue moon, he'd even let you palm his cock. Sure he'd tease you at least once or twice a week with a wink, a seductive lick of his lips, or even the occasional aegyo. He knew his aegyo drove you crazy. And the same went for him. He had two guilty pleasures. One being your aegyo, and the other being the way you were always begging for him to become more sexually involved in the relationship, rather than playing a motherly role. Nevertheless, you both loved each other. Neither of you were perfect in the other's eyes, but you still loved each other just the same.