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The one where she convinces him to do yoga (KSJ)

Ingrid keels over with laughter at the distress of her husband. He continues shouting ceaselessly as she pulls him into the correct position. She could barely concentrate and had to pull herself out of her own pose to help Jin because he kept cheating.

"Jagiya- agh! Why are you doing this to me?!" He demanded, trying to laugh through his pain which kept Ingrid in hysterics, so much that she couldn't help him get out of position because she needed to catch her breath and wipe the tears blurring her vision.

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About half an hour before the chaos, Ingrid was preparing her royal blue yoga mat on the floor. She'd just fed the pets and finally got some time to herself to practice some more challenging poses. She was doing her stretches when Jin walked in, his hands pocketed in his trench coat. He stares weirdly at her, not having seen her in such positions before.

He stood still as he watched her, staying completely quiet as he waited for her to notice him. Ingrid exhaled a deep breath as she finally knelt down, jumping when she saw the tall looming shadow above her. She looked up to see Jin's big chest jumping as he laughed and pointed a crooked finger at her. "What are you doing?" He asked her, finally shedding his coat.

Ingrid rolls her eyes at him, starting to get into position. She stands and parts her feet, "Remember how I told you that I do yoga from time to time?"

" I've never seen you do yoga. " He inquired as he watched her slowly descend her upper body so her hands could touch the mat, keeping her feet perfectly still on the floor and her legs as straight as possible. All the while her breath remained steady, "That's because I usually do it when you're not home."

Jin steps behind his wife, who was bent over pretty far, her butt looked great in yoga pants. "And why is that? I like this position..." He teased, grabbing her waist and pulling her close to him. Ingrid pulled away, "Get your nasty ass off me."

Jin chuckled again and winked at her as she grumbled about him always being horny. He continued to stare as she moved from pose to pose, Ingrid gave him a look. "What? Are you just gonna watch me?"

" Should I not when all my sexy wife has on is a sports bra and yoga pants? What kind of husband would I be if I didn't? " he said like it was obvious, smirking as she scoffed.

Jin sits down, rubbing his back, Ingrid waited for the complaint about his back being sore from the day's work. And of course it came, "Yoga could probably do you some good, Jinnie. Maybe you should try it with me."

Jin pretends to think about it, "Hmmm... No."

Ingrid pouts, "Come on, Jin! It'll be fun, I promise!" She urged, still not moving an inch from her position on the mat.

"Yah, what makes you think I can do that! Every time I look up you're in a different pose!" He exclaimed, Ingrid smoothly transitions to normal, sighing as she faces him, shifting her weight to one hip. She folds her arms, "Jinnie..." She started cutely.

Jin holds up his hand as she approaches him on the couch, " No, nope. I'm not doing it. "

"I won't make you do anything hard, I promise! It'll really help your back." She insisted, he groans, knowing full well that she wasn't giving up on this. She had that look in her eyes.

She starts to tug his hand, Jin slouched in defeat. He whines, "Aish, I should have left it alone...!" Ingrid giggles, tugging his arm. Jin didn't budge, though. He was playing that game that old people play.

"Come on, harabeoji, you can do it."

Jin begrudgingly stands to his feet, sighing in defeat. He hated losing to his wife. Next thing he knew she'll be shoveling tasteless foods into his mouth now that he's fed into her health craze.

Ingrid had Jin change his clothes and rolled out her other mat for him beside hers. He wore a reluctant look on his face, and placed his hands on his hips, waiting for her instruction. He had no clue where to start.

"Come on, yeobo, it isn't that bad. You've done pilates before, right?"

"Against my will." He confirmed.

Ingrid ignored his dull tone, "Well this shouldn't be too bad, then. Follow what I do, and take your time or you'll pull a muscle."

Jin huffed, watching as his wife turned her back to him, standing straight with her feet together, hands at her side. He was sure she shut her eyes as she began to slow her breathing, inhaling deeply before she slowly raised her straightened arms above her head, her back was still and straight, and she brought her palms together high above her head. Lastly, she lifted her left knee, placing the heel of her foot as high as possible on her inner thigh. She sighed, "Don't you feel that stretch?"

Jin was caught off guard, he having been staring at her butt majority of the time. He blinks, quickly jumping into the pose before she could turn around and scold him. Just as he predicted, she removed herself from position and approached him. Jin struggled to balance himself, teetering as Ingrid straightened his arms and repositioned his knee. He winced, "Yah, my heel can't go that high, there's something in the way!" He complained.

Ingrid giggled, placing her hand on his lower back, which was taut from the tension in his body. "Stand straight," she ordered, Jin sighing in relief once both his feet were on the ground, and his arms were getting tired from holding them up so long.

"Hold your hands out in front of you like this," She demonstrated by keeping her arms straight and pointing both her hands ahead of her, palms facing down. Jin groans, "Aish I just put my arms down...!" He whined.

"Come on, big boy, you can do it." She teased patting the small of his back reassuringly. He does as she says, knowing full well that his arms would be sore later, especially considering he had been doing weight training twice that week.

" Now, slowly reach for the ground, try to put your hands flat on the ground without bending your knees, and keep your feet together, " she explained, doing just that. Again, Jin was distracted by her butt. He jumped when he felt her slap his ankle, "Stop staring at my ass."

He does what he can, Ingrid getting out of position again to monitor, "Yah, how come you keep getting out of position to help me?" He challenged.

"Because you keep cheating, now stretch!" She urged, pushing down on his back. Jin grits his teeth, feeling her behind him. "Are you sure this shouldn't be the other way around?"

" Focus, Jinnie. " Ingrid ignored his perverse comment, Jin yelped as she continued to mercilessly push down. "Agh! I can't go down any further- yah, don't push anymore it hurts!" He yelped in one breath, rambling really quickly, his accent coming on really strong.

Ingrid giggles, " Okay, how about we try it on the floor? Maybe that might be easier. " Jin huffs, he was losing motivation by the minute, he didn't expect the stretch to be so intense.

Ingrid has him sit on the yoga mat, she puts his feet together and lines hers up with his, straightening her legs out as well. She reaches for Jin's hands and he whines "Stop being a big baby." She teased, Jin whining as she pulled him forward, leaning back herself.

" Yah! I'm older than you! "

"Then act like it!" Ingrid bantered, her abdomen was taut because she couldn't lie back completely, and she could feel the burn in her abs. She exhales deeply, Jin continues to complain, "Aish- Jagiya I can't go further!" Ingrid laughs as he complains, the slurs he was shouting at her were making her laugh so hard she had to pull herself from position.

"Agh, my back, my back! I can't walk!" He was totally over exaggerating. "Call the boys, my career is over!"

Ten minutes later and Jin was prostrated on Ingrid's yoga mat, she had a frozen bag of homemade kimchi on each shoulder blade and Ingrid was sitting on his butt, massaging the kinks from his lower back.

Jin moans in satisfaction, "Ah, right there, jagiya- no a little higher... Ah...." She giggles at his silliness. "Enjoy it while you can because next time you won't be getting any massages. " She decided.

Jin lifted his head in surprise abruptly, but whimpered at the soreness that it brought, sinking his head back down onto his arms. He whined, "Next time?"