BTS Imagines

Jin --- "Cooking" Teacher

"You need to start being independent! You can't constantly be depending on me for food!" My roommate, (F/n), yelled as she shoved me out the front door. "Go take a cooking class or something! I'm done cooking for you!"

I sighed and caught my purse when she threw it at me. I took out my phone and called my boyfriend, Seokjin. He could cook, and he wouldn't charge me. I'm his lovely girlfriend after all. On the last ring, he picked up and I grinned.

"Hello?"
"Hey Jin, you know how to cook, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, um, my roommate may or may not of kicked me out because I can't cook..." I trailed off, slightly embarrassed.
Seokjin chuckled. "You want me to teach you to cook?"
My face flushed. "Please?"
"Why not? It'll be fun, go ahead and come over now." I squealed and jumped for joy.
"Thanks Jin! Love you!" I ended the call and began to walk to his place.

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After a long and boring walk, I finally arrived at my boyfriend's place. It was a dorm that he shared with the rest of the members of BTS. Knocking on the door, I heard footsteps shuffling towards it. The door swung open, revealing Taehyung with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth.

"Come on in." His words came out slightly awkwardly due to the toothbrush. I giggled and walked past him, ruffling his hair in the process. Taehyung's whine sounded out from behind me. I skipped to the kitchen, where I assumed he would be, but I only saw Jimin reaching for a bowl in a cabinet. Once he got it, he turned around and jumped (almost dropping the bowl) when he saw me.

"(Y/n)! Why are you here?" My face flushed. "Jin is teaching me how to cook." I mumbled, embarrassed. He laughed at me. "Isn't it usually the other way in a relationship?" I frowned and walked up to him, placing my hands on my hips. "I don't think I have seen you expertly cook!" Jimin huffed and put down the bowl, glaring back at me. "What if I can?" I opened my mouth to say a snarky comment, but a familiar voice rang out.

"Now, now children. No fighting." I turned to see Seokjin leaning against the doorframe. I huffed and crossed my arms. "Jimin was being mean!" Jimin gasped. "I was not! She's lying!" He whined to Seokjin.

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

This went on before a while before Jin finally yelled, "Enough!" We stopped and went pale, staring at him. "Jimin, go to your room. (Y/n), we're going to begin your cooking lesson now." Jimin lowered his head and walked past Seokjin. "Yes, eomma." Jin scowled and walked towards me and tugged me towards a cutting board. "Aish! Be gentle!" I heard a laugh from the other room, most likely Namjoon taking it the wrong way.

I was about to retort, but I saw Jin grin out of the corner of my eye. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "What are you-" I gasped as Jin roughly pushed me against the counter. "You know, I could make you mean that in a different way." He winked at the end for effect. The effect worked, obviously, because my face turned a rosy shade of red. "And that gasp could be for a different reason." I covered my face with my hands.

Jin grabbed my hands and pushed them onto the counter, trapping me. Unexpectedly, he smashed his lips against mine. Although stunned, my mouth responded for me. Our lips moved in perfect sync, as well as they perfectly fit together. I badly wanted to run my fingers through his hair, to tug on strands here and there. Frustratingly, my hands were still trapped by his.

He pulled away from me, making me whine. Jin slightly chuckled at my bruised lips. He pressed his body closer to mine. He released my hands to pull my waist to him. My hands immediately curled into his hair. He kissed the side of my head, making butterflies flutter in my stomach.

One of Seokjin's knees pushed between my legs. This was a whole different side of him I was witnessing. He lowered his head to my ear.

"Let's start cooking, yes?"

-An extra little thing-

"GET A ROOM YOU TWO, OH MY GOD." Seokjin's head pulled away from me, and we both stared at poor Jungkook. He had his head up, and his hands were covering his eyes. "Sorry..." Jin mumbled, his cheeks slightly red. Jungkook shook his head and walked back out, muttering to himself.

Jin looked back towards me, and he slyly grinned. "Is your roommate still home?" I shook my head, getting the idea. "She has a date tonight, and I have my keys in my purse." He pulled away from me and pulled me out of the kitchen and dorm. Along the way, I grabbed my purse. I had a feeling it was going to be a long night.