#silly jin

I folded my arms across my chest, starting to lose my patience. Jin continued to browse through the refrigerator’s contents, taking his sweet time, seemingly unaware that he was obstructing my path. Finally, my boyfriend settled on a bottle of sparkling water, grabbing it and straightening up. I let out a relieved sigh as he stepped back and I moved towards the fridge, but he shut the door just before I reached it. When he looked back at me, he found me wearing an annoyed expression I couldn’t hide.

“Oh, sorry, Navya .” He apologized with a smile, unscrewing the cap from his water. A fizzy hiss escaped the bottle. “Did you need something out of the fridge?”

A sassy remark immediately came to mind, but I held it back. I was trying to bake him a welcome home treat, but his broad shoulders seemed to block me at every turn in my cramped kitchen.

Choosing not to respond, I only sighed again and quickly pulled open the door to fetch the egg carton. As soon as I turned around, I saw Jin leaning against the counter, casually sipping his drink - right in front of the drawer I was just about to open.

I drew in a slow breath. I was trying not to overreact, I really was. I loved my boyfriend, and I loved having him home. These nights together were far too infrequent; he was often gone for work for weeks at a time and I missed him like crazy until he returned. But, to be perfectly honest, every time he was gone, I got kind of used to him not being around. So when he was around, there was always an adjustment period. It took me some time each time to remember how to share my home, and I had to remind myself often to not get upset with Jin and his shoulders for simply taking up space.

“Excuse me, Jin.” I said as calmly as I could, approaching Jin and touching his arm. “I need to get by you.”

He didn’t hesitate to slide over, allowing me access to the drawer, but instead of moving to his right, as I’d anticipated, he moved to his left - and stopped directly in front of the oven.

My sigh was unmistakably exasperated this time.

“What?” Jin asked, his eyes widening. “What did I do?”

I pinched the bridge of my nose.

“I’m sorry but could you just… not be in the kitchen for a while?” I asked.

“I just wanted a drink.” Jin frowned. “And to hang out with you, my amazing, beautiful, wonderful, smart, loving, talented, patient girlfriend who I’ve missed so much.”

I felt a pang of guilt - which I suspected was exactly his intention.

“Fine. But if you’re gonna stay in here, please try to keep out of the way.” I said, marching towards him. When I reached him, I leaned around his frame to punch the buttons to set the oven to preheat.

Jin made a crisscross motion over his heart, but his face wore a small smirk.

“And here,” I added, holding out a well-worn recipe card towards him, “Make yourself useful and read me the instructions while you’re at it.”

“I’m nothing if not useful.” Jin quipped, taking the card from me and scanning the recipe.

“What about handsome?” I joked as I organized my ingredients and tools on the counter, hoping he could tell I wasn’t really upset with him.

“Useful and handsome.” Jin agreed, and the corner of my mouth lifted.

I glanced at him, and he returned my faint smile, his eyes telling me he wasn’t offended. He then brandished the recipe card, clearing his throat, and my hands hovered over the countertop, poised and ready.

“Step number one,” Jin recited in his best MC voice, “Give your baking assistant a kiss.”

I scoffed.

“What? No, Jin, just read me the instructions! Please.”

Jin feigned offense.

“I am!” He exclaimed. “I’m reading them word-for-word!”

“I’ve made this recipe a million times, I know for a fact it doesn’t say that.” I accused him, reaching for the card, but Jin held it against his chest, shielding it from my view.

“Yah, I’m just reading what it says!” He laughed, swatting my hand away. “It says right here,” He pointed to a random spot on the card, “That you have to give me a kiss before we start or the whole thing will fail.”

“Whatever.” I huffed dramatically, rising to my tip-toes to quickly peck Jin’s smiling lips. “There. Step one complete. Now, what’s step two?”

Jin pretended to study the recipe.

“Hmm, step two is… repeat step one.”

“Jin!” I groaned, shoving his shoulder. “Come on! Seriously, could you stop messing around and just read me the recipe? Please?”

Jin’s teasing expression faded, and he reached for my waist, gently pulling me closer.

“Navya,” He chuckled softly, touching my face, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. Usually you don’t mind it when I mess around… Is something wrong? Did you have a hard day?”

“I’m just trying to do something nice for you.” I pouted.  “I just wanted to make you something sweet to welcome you home, but you’re making it difficult.”

“Jagi…” Jin smoothed his thumb across my cheekbone, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know… I really appreciate you wanting to do something sweet for me… but you should know that you are the only sweet thing I want right now.”

I looked up into Jin’s eyes, and found him gazing at me with such sincerity - such pure, unadulterated love - that my heart instantly melted, and my pout became a repentant frown.

“I’m not being very sweet, though.” I admitted guiltily. “You’re being sweet and I’m treating you like a brat.”

Jin smiled slowly, cupping my face with both hands, and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“But you’re my brat, and I love you.” He exhaled, inclining my chin. He then lowered his head, his eyes slipping shut as he sought out my lips, and a pleasant shudder ran through me when he found them.

Jin kissed me sweetly at first, taking his time to enjoy the feel of me in his embrace again after so long, but his hands gradually trailed down my body as his soft lips pressed to mine, his languid kisses slowly burning hotter the lower his grasp travelled. My blood rushing, all thoughts about baking or wanting Jin to stay out of my way rapidly fled my mind, until finally, he reached the backs of my thighs. Breaking his mouth away, Jin hoisted me up and turned around, sitting me on the counter in one quick movement, before I even had time to gasp. He then fit himself between my legs and anxiously reclaimed my lips, parting them with his tongue as his hands kneaded my hips.

And it was at that precise moment that a loud beep sounded over the pounding of my heart, indicating that the oven was done preheating.

“The oven,” I remembered, reluctantly tearing myself away, “The oven’s ready and I don’t have anything to put in it.”

Jin regarded me with a smoldering expression as both of us panted, trying to catch my breath.

Then a mischievous spark glinted in his eyes.

“I have something to put in your oven.” He purred, and before I could react, he hefted me up over his shoulder.

“Jin!” I cried, laughing as he started carrying me out of the kitchen and towards my bedroom. “What about your dessert?!”

Jin continued striding confidently down the hallway.

“It’s right here.” He replied, patting my bum with his free hand.

I giggled, swinging my arms and legs lazily, not really fighting him.

“At least turn the oven off!”

I couldn’t blame him for his appetite, and I was in no mind to deny him. Because honestly, the way he’d just kissed me… He’d awoken the same hunger in me, too.

Reaching my bed, Jin slid me off of his shoulder and carefully deposited me on the edge of the mattress.

“You’re right, Navya, I’ll turn the oven off. It’s about to get hot enough in here as it is.” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t deny the heat I felt spreading throughout my body.

“Okay, go ahead. If you’re sure you don’t want anything sweet tonight.”

Jin bent down to press a lingering kiss to my lips, and a wave of pleasure surged through me.

“I told you, Navya,” He whispered, his face hovering close, “You’re the only sweet treat I want. Tonight and every night.”

I smiled up at him, and stole another kiss, my teeth grazing his plump bottom lip.

“How about sweet and spicy?” I teased.

Jin straightened up, holding his tummy as he laughed his signature laugh.

“I like the sound of that.” He chuckled, making his way towards the door. “Just hold that thought, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, Jin?” I called after him, and he paused in the doorway.

“Yes, Navya?” He asked.

“I’m glad you’re home.” I smiled sweetly, and I truly meant it. Even though I'd been unjustly annoyed with him earlier, now I wanted nothing more than for Jin to share all of my space.

Jin’s expression softened, his gentle smile reaching his eyes.

“Me too, Navya.” He agreed. “Me too.”

“I love you, Jinnie.” I said.

🐹😁

*Jin in a horror movie*

*phone rings*

Jin: What’s up?

Killer: I see you...

Jin: ...

Killer: ...

Jin: ...

Killer: ...

Jin: Do I look good?

Hey, guys! Thank you so much for reading this story! This took me forever cause I had school but now it's done! I wanted to make this chapter about how cute and sexy Jin is because I love him so much and he is my bias and bias wrecker. Here are some gifs of Jin being cute:

Here are some gifs of Jin being sexy:

I can't help it! He's so fricking cute and sexy! Whenever I see Jinnie being so adorable or sexy, I die inside! Literally!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this story! Comment down below if you have any story ideas about Jin! Love you guys! 💜

@orderbourne sent: "Uh...It's Christmas, so...Here..." The Major's arm thrusts towards Eira, a GIGANTIC bag gripped tightly in his hand. It was so big, in fact, that the bottom was almost brushing against the ground below them. Stuffing paper was sort of just...thrown in there. It wasn't well put together by any means and it just barely hid the contents of the bag itself.

If the Silver Pheonix opened her gift, she would find a large, rainbow stuffed bear. Where in the world someone could even put it was anyone's guess. How Jin was even able to stuff it into even this bag was a miracle in and of itself.

"I hope this gift doesn't come off as too childish. It just...seemed like something you would enjoy."

Dammit! Was he really getting restless over this!? How humiliating...

"Jin?!" Whatever the other Major had given to Eira, it was nearly as big as she was. This made accepting it into her arms... difficult to say the least. No sooner does she take it (awkwardly) does she disappear from his perspective. Guesses on what it was? Well it wasn't difficult. The softness of the package serves as a fantastic clue, paper aside. The haphazardness of it all turns Eira's shock into amusement as soft laughter begins to escape her.

"Did you wrap- er, package this yourself? Oh my gosh. Hahaha." Is it cute, Jin? A talking package. Oh. There's Eira's face, peeking around the corner to smirk at him before the wrapping is carefully shorn away. Far more care seems to go into this process than the application was given. Paper and bag fall away, and the rainbow bear is welcomed into the world.

"Hmmmm." Eira hums, pensively, gripping the soft plush fur of the animal as she blinks over it at Jin. He's fidgeting and flustering something awful over this. The Silver Phoenix can't help but wonder- was this granted as a last resort? Or was it something more earnestly selected and doubt crept in later? Maybe Jin had seen some of the other gifts that had been left on her desk and felt a measure of apprehension. "Childish? It's not that I don't have other plushies- unless you mean to say that I'm childish..." Another giggle as she (again, awkwardly) shifts the bear into one arm, reaching up with the other to take the Major's chin and pull it down to her height.

Peck!

Small kissu.

and I don’t give a damn about you~ || [ open ]

Send me “About [NAME]” for my character’s thoughts on another character! OPTIONAL: Send “About [NAME]: [SUBJECT]” for thoughts about a more specific thing!  

@orderbourne​ sent: About Jin (Eira and Eli)

“If you’re looking for Major Kisaragi he’s likely in his office. Why do I know that? Because he’s lacking for hobbies and focuses on his work more often than not. Honestly, it takes quite the offer sometimes to get him away from his routine.”

valentine’s applications || [ open ]

@orderbourne sent: Name: Jin Kisaragi Age: 21 Do you like to cuddle?: I don’t exactly like being touched, but… Can we make-out?: …We should move on to the next question. A night in or dinner out?: A night out. I’m sure there are places that you would like be treated to. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: I’m not particularly fond of sweets, but between the two, I prefer strawberries. What makes you a good Valentine?: I don’t know. I was hoping that you could tell me… Would you cook for me?: I’m not a particularly good cook. I would prefer to not embarrass myself. Would you let me cook for you?: Perhaps. I wouldn’t mind seeing what you could come up with…

(For Eira)

She knows she probably shouldn’t, but the woman can’t keep herself from comparing this particular note with another similar note she received the previous year. How much had changed between then and now, she wondered?

“At least you’re consistent, Major Kisaragi. Though… how curious that you’re seeking my approval now for what positive qualities you possess rather than being outright dismissive of the holiday. Very interesting. I suppose there are some redeeming parts of your personality and person if I was forced to come up with something.” A light giggle, a brush of her tongue against her teeth before she swallows and smiles, perusing more of the form.