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Cooking with Jin

*DIRTY*

"Can't we get this right, Jin?"

"I think we can," he smirks and flicks a bit of flour at you. "If you can stop being so difficult."

You gasp, the flour floating into your mouth a bit. After a small cough, you laugh. "Me? Being difficult? No way."

Jin smiles, closing the distance between you and grabbing you by the waist. "Look. Just look at this lovely, old-timey kitchen and what you've done to it."

You take in the sight. You both hadn't been able to decide what to make; between the flour from the fried chicken tenders you both have cooking to the three different empty boxes of cake mix the two of you have already destroyed, the kitchen looks rather like a child or miniature hurricane has plowed through it. You stifle another laugh, instead spinning back around to face Jin. "You mean, the mess we made. We're a team now, ya know."

He sighs dramatically and grabs your hips again, his hand pulling up the edge of your shirt slightly. Against your neck he suddenly whispers, "Oh, I forgot, you're Mrs. Kim Seokjin now. I guess that makes us a team, hmm?"

"Yeah, it does," you attempt to sass back, but you're caught completely off-guard by his sudden affection. Getting used to this – living with Jin, being on your honeymoon back in your homey hometown – is going to be some kind of thrill, that is for certain.

"The chicken!" he suddenly gasps, spinning away from you to grab the tongs and flip some of the meat on the pan. Obviously, the chicken is burnt on the bottom now, and only manages to stick to the bottom of the pan as Jin tries to turn it over. "See... you distracted me. Shame, shame. I wanted to eat some of that, too."

"We can still save the, um, top half. I guess," You joke, grabbing a fork from the counter. You poke the chicken uselessly as Jin moves the pan away from the hot eye on the stove. "And we still have the apple pie, which is almost done, I think."

You peep into the oven and smile when you see the small amount of steam rising from the apple pie. It looks normal, a feat that you never could accomplish with food. Maybe Jin adjusting to your lack of cooking habits will be more difficult, but you're enjoying yourself right now. Jin's proximity and affection are growing on you as well, something you don't feel that you have to be ashamed of anymore as his now wife. "Congratulations!" Jin nearly shouts as you pull the pie from the oven.

You glare at him, knowing what he will say. "It looks edible!"

You both finally give up on fixing anything else and settle for setting the table. At least this you know how to do. This house, one that Jin had rented especially for your honeymoon, very much resembles your old house that is located not far from here. But the seclusion and far away land is what Jin had hoped for, you know, especially since he allowed you to pick the place. The house itself is huge, three stories, with a giant, destroyed, but fully-stocked kitchen, three bedrooms, a large den, and a few extra rooms with games and such. Why the two of you need all this for a honeymoon, the world may never know. You could live with him under a bridge and be perfectly happy – he has brought so much joy into your life – but he insists that you have the very best he has to offer.

"Mrs. Kim Seokjin," he coos, poking your cheek.

"Sorry. Are we all set, then?" You try to flutter away from your daydreaming, but you can't.

"Sure," he nods. "We have burnt chicken, a plain salad, and the large apple pie for dessert." Not much of a dinner, but who cares.

You both take a bite of the chicken, the sound of the crunchy, burnt exterior making you both giggle after swallowing. "Not bad," he says, and you laugh at his guilty expression.

"It's horrible, and you know it."

"I think... You're a horrible cook." He teases.

"No, really?" You laugh. "At least the salad will be good, right?" And it is. You prepare small salads for the both of you and dig in. How hard can it really be to make a salad, though? It's not much of an accomplishment. After a few minutes of chatting over the lovely homemade salad, Jin gestures towards the pie.

"The moment of truth," he whispers dramatically.

You cut you both slices of pie and take a bite at the same time. You watch Jin as he chews the bite, surprised to hear the sound of him chewing. Suddenly his face contorts into the most disgusted look you've ever seen, and then you realize yourself that the pie tastes absolutely awful. Jin tries to force it down, as do you, but his expression tells you all you need to know.

"What did you do to it?" He asks after he swallows.

Your face, looking disgusted as well, flattens. "How should I know! I followed the recipe!"

You both have the same idea and rise from the table, trotting into the kitchen together. Suddenly, Jin is cackling with laughter.

"What? What is it?" You say, slightly embarrassed. He points to the counter where what you thought was a tub of sugar sits. It isn't sugar after all; it's salt. You remember pulling out a cup or two of the substance for your pie, and then you're laughing along with him. "I'm really horrible. I'm sorry." You keep laughing, the sight of the salt bucket confusing you and embarrassing you at the same time. "How could I have missed that? I think... I think you distracted me."

"Can I try again?"

"Try what again?" You laugh, your mind still on your stupid mistake. The dinner you made was absolutely horrible. Despite feeling hungry just a few minutes ago, your appetite seems to be gone, demolished with that stupid piece of salty pie.

"To distract you."

Suddenly, his hands clasp in front of you, his arms encircling you tighter than they were earlier. He starts to sway slightly, rubbing your stomach. "I don't need some fancy meal, baby."

"You just need me," You finish, thinking of the corniest line you can conjure up.

"Stole the words right out of my mouth," he says quietly. You can feel him smiling behind you, and right before you decide to turn around to kiss him, he pulls you around, making your mind whip faster than you were expecting. His lips crash against yours almost immediately, and you succumb to him, your hands pulling up to rest on his broad shoulders, his hands gripping the small of your back as he starts to pick you up.

You don't ask where he's going, but instead you let him take you. He picks you up, and you curl your legs around his waist, his lips still moving slightly against yours in small doses. He sets you on the kitchen counter, thankfully the only one not destroyed by food products. His hips move closer to you, your legs still around his waist, and he slowly leaves your lips, tracing a pattern with his tongue down your jawbone and to your neck. You move your head back a bit, and then he slips a hand underneath your shirt, making you pull back. "Jin... any better idea of where we can do... this?" You ask timidly.

His eyes light up and he yanks you suddenly from the counter, your feet kicking together as he takes off on a brisk walk. Before you know it, the heat of the outdoors makes you jump a bit in his arms. But you refuse to protest. You close your eyes and wait for him to tell you what to do next. You feel him spin you around to hoist you on his back, your mind running in all different directions still. He starts to climb up and –

"The tree house," You remark, gripping him tighter. "Perfect," You stammer, and when he stops climbing, you step onto the floor of the house. "It's just like my old tree house, the one I-"

"What do you think it's modeled from, silly?"

"You... you had this built?"

"Yeah.. I wanted this to feel special."

You look around at the pictures Jin has hung on the tree-bark walls. Pictures of you two, ones that showed him and you when you both were little, random pictures of sunsets and sunrises and rainbows. "You wanna know the best part about all this?" He nods, and you continue. "There's not one ounce of food in here for me to mess up."

"Exactly," he laughs, pulling you in for another kiss. That's the only invitation you need. Newly married, young, and feeling even younger in this tree house he's had built for you, you're ready to give yourself to him completely.

The little cushiony mat in the darker corner of the tree house feels foreign as you lie down on it, but you let Jin hover over you, his eyes looking at you longingly. He leans down and plants kisses on your face and neck, his body still seeming too far away. You shock him and yourself when you grab his belt loop and pull him closer, heat filling your body.

Jin starts to pull up your shirt again, and you don't object, guiding his hands along in the process. Your hands feel cold and clammy, but you grasp his arms with full force and kiss him again once your shirt is gone. You pull his shirt up, too, reveling in the feel of his skin as your fingers touch it slowly. You savor it, realizing that it is yours forever, along with the rest of him. The rest of his kindness, his gentleness, his joking nature, his wonderful cooking skills that you wish you had... it's all yours.

He unclasps your bra and you almost throw it away, ready to be near him. His pants come off, as do yours, and suddenly, underwear is not enough for either of you. He keeps kissing you, your neck, your face, your nose, running his hand over your chest, massaging you, the feeling of his hands bringing the utmost pleasure.

"I love you," You murmur, just as you both finally strip down, the feeling of the both of your naked bodies moving together making you want to crumble into pieces. You don't ask him to do anything but move against you, and you gently call out his name when he complies. He responds with the greatest warmth – in his body and his eyes. He watches you, and you watch him, and he finally pulls away long enough to ready himself. He enters you, the gasp in your throat finally escaping you as you move your legs apart.

Jin's face is so vulnerable, so attached to you. You just watch him and speak to him, guiding him along, letting him take you away in the process. If this is what being Mrs. Kim Seokjin is like, you will gladly take it – even if a messed up meal is all it takes to spark such a desire.

Written by: @rhonda_lynn on Wattpad

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