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

The one with the cheesy pick-up lines (KSJ)

  Ingrid stood at her beloved kitchen island, humming to herself as she cut up ingredients to put in her next dish. She decided to surprise Jin with a dish that's been in her family for generations, tracing way back to the swamps and bayous of Louisiana. She still wanted to take Jin there one day, she'd only visited, but she has lots of family from there on her mother's side.

  However, to her immediate surprise, her husband walked in. He lifted his nose in the air and took a long whiff, letting out a satisfied sigh. Before Ingrid could give him a warm welcome and tell him to wash his hands to help her, she saw him clutch his chest. Naturally, she worried for him. She put her knife down and turned to him. "Are you okay?"

  He wheezed, hunching over and gripping the counter, unable to open his eyes. Ingrid rubs his back, "Jin, what happened?" She was trying not to get scared but he'd only just walked in and they hadn't seen each other in 14 hours.

  "Give it back." He rasped.

  Ingrid furrowed her brows, "What? Give what back?"

  He huffed and straightened himself, seeming completely fine all of a sudden. "My breath. You took it away." He told her with his usual bout of confidence, looking quite pleased with himself.

  Ingrid scoffed and rolled her eyes so hard, that for a second she thought she'd never again see the light of day. She washed her hands and went back to cooking as Jin did his usual self-praise. She ignored him fully, trying not to get too irritated with him, but also fighting the urge to smile a little. He pissed her off but it did come from a sweet place, at least.

  "ㅋㅋㅋ, come on that was good," she continued ignoring him. The only response Jin was getting from her was the sharp clacking of her knife against the cutting board. "Aish, Jagiya don't be mad. What, did I scare you?" He chuckled, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her middle, resting his chin on her shoulder. Still, she pretended he wasn't there, even if he was feeling up her thighs.

  "Your acting is too good, I thought you were going to have a heart attack." Jin chuckled.

  "What can I say? When I see you, you make my heart stop."

  "Oh my God." Ingrid huffed, fighting a smile. She bites her lips, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. She pushed his arms down away from her torso.

  "Don't, I'm ticklish and I could cut myself." She scolded him, Jin knew well that Ingrid kept her knives so sharp they could intricately slice sheets of paper with a single motion. You could cut yourself pretty bad if you weren't careful.

  "Oh, but your love cuts deep." He serenaded.

  Ingrid deadpanned, "That was terrible."

  "You still liked it." He cooed cheekily, kissing her cheek and resting his head on her shoulder, lazily watching her. Ingrid sighed, she supposed that he was just gonna stay there and not help her. She was nearly done, anyway. The food just had to be simmering on the stove for a while after she added the ingredients she was cutting up.

"Stop being corny." She finally declared.

"I'd prefer the term 'charming'."

  "And I'd prefer if you got off of me so I can add this to the pot, but it seems neither of us are getting what we want." Ingrid sassed.

  Jin hissed, "Wah, she's spicy today. You know that's how I like it." Ingrid jumped and bit back a yelp when he gripped her ass. She puts her knife down, reaching behind her and slapping his arm until he let her go.

  She brings the cutting board to the pot on the stove, lifting the lid and stirring the ingredients in. He leans on the counter. "How are you liking the new house so far?" He asked, finally getting back to his casual self. She hoped.

  It was their first week in their new house, and it had everything the both of them wanted. Jin really wanted a yard that was closed in and would give any future kids of theirs some space to run around. There wasn't much of that in Korea where they lived, but considering Jin's fame.... Ingrid knew she was very privileged to have a house as large as theirs. She got a walk-in closet - she told Jin it didn't have to be big, but just enough to walk in and put her clothes. But of course he managed to get her a closet that was big enough to be another bedroom. She scolded him about doing too much but was grateful that he went out of his way to make sure it happened. Even though she had only mentioned it when he asked her about something she'd like to have, definitely not something she needed or expected.

  Jin knew Ingrid liked living a humble lifestyle, she didn't grow up with very much money. She'd been dirt poor before, so her getting such a big and expensive house was a bit overwhelming, still. To this day she offers her charity to the lower classes when she can, and Jin felt obligated to do the same.

  When Ingrid turned from the stove he was staring at her. She quirked her brow at him, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

  "I was looking at something appetizing."

  "Please tell me you're talking about the food." She huffed.

  He didn't comment any further, but his eyes traveled up and down her body, and Ingrid felt a tingle crawling up her spine. One of those fluttery tingles that you never ask for but kind of like. To add icing to the cake, he winked at her. She would never let him know - she didn't need to give him another reason to praise himself - but when he winked and blew her kisses she felt the same way that ARMY did, all flustered and giddy; it was like her insides were mushy. She got good at pretending she wasn't phased by his efforts.

  "Yah, how come you never react!" He chuckled as she playfully narrowed her eyes at him, shooing him away from her counter and wiping it down.

  "Jagiya, there's no need. I'll have you melting on this counter anyway and we'll just have to clean it again."

  Ingrid scoffed, he was way too flirty today. She sniffed the air for any traces of alcohol on his breath, he got flirty when he drank sometimes. But there was nothing. It was pure and authentic Jin being horny.

  "I thought we agreed we wouldn't do it in the kitchen." She stated flatly.

  "Aish, it's a new house. Let's just have some fun. Just for the sake of it. " He was so shameless, Ingrid had to fight back a giggle.

   Ingrid stopped and placed her hand on her hip, "You realize we won't think of this island the same way again? How am I supposed to cook when all I can think about is how you were screwing me to oblivion?"

  "Innie-ah, you're reading too much into this." He defended with a pout, reaching for the hem of her shirt to slide his hand up her stomach. She teasingly pushes it away.

  "Jinnie," she said sweetly, ignoring his efforts. "Could you make the rice for me?" He pouts, and when she bats her long lashes at him he trudges to their rice cooker.

  "Fine. But you're giving me dessert."

  "And what did you have in mind?" Ingrid asked, realizing too late that she fell for another one of his setups.

  "You."