short stories

baking//ksj

an// this has become a bts imagines book haha but anyway this is jin x reader :D IF i write many many more of these bts ones and i write them for all of the members, i'll consider starting its own book but for now, im gonna drop these here :)

(third person pov)

"I'm Jin."

She glanced at him, watching him tie his apron. "Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." She nodded and went back to staring at the ingredients laid before her. "So what are you thinking of making?"

"What makes you think I'm going to give my ideas away?" She almost snapped the words. Jin raised his eyebrows, stepping back a little bit as he raised his hands in defense.

"Gosh-- I was just being nice," he muttered to himself.

"I'm not here to be nice," she said, shaking her head and rolling up her sleeves. Jin ran a hand through his hair. "I'm here to win."

"Why, I can tell." Y/N rolled her eyes as the countdown to start baking started. "Good luck, angel."

"Don't call me that," she snapped. Go! blasted around the room and Jin grabbed the bowl she'd been eyeing the minute she got to their shared station.

"I need that." Jin winked, grabbing a measuring cup.

"I'm not here to be nice either, angel."'

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"Who do you think will be eliminated?"

"I hope it's you."

"Oh, but I need this scholarship," he said with a grin. "Unlike some people, I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth."

"I wasn't born with--"

"You're the headmaster's daughter, angel." She glared at him. "I'm just saying that maybe you should leave so people who actually need to win this competition for the scholarship can have a chance."

"So you're worried I might win." Jin chuckled as he walked off towards the fridge.

"Not a chance."

Y/N ran after him, knowing if it was just them in there, she might be able to grab the ingredients she needed first. Maple syrup, eggs, milk-- the like.

The cold air hit them the minute they opened the door to the fridge, a room full of all the goods that needed to be kept chilled. Jin headed straight for the butter while Y/N skipped to get herself a dozen eggs. "You gonna tell me what you're baking today?" She snorted.

"Nope."

"Cookies?" She rolled her eyes. "Cake? Nothing original, I bet."

"Oh, screw you-- like you're orig--" They both stared as they reached for the last milk carton, its colours blue white and red, contrasting against the yellow of the bin it was placed in. They let their hands linger in the air above it, cold and harsh in the room that now had them shivering.

Jin turned to look at his competition, a smirk on his face. "Excuse me, angel-- I need the milk."

"I need the milk." Y/N shoved her arm into the bin, only for Jin to curl his cold fingers around her wrist.

"I came in first."

"I need the damn milk, Jin." Jin chuckled, unphased as he picked up the carton, even going as far as to toss it in the air and catch it. The fumes Jin could imagine coming from Y/N's ears seemed to be very similar to the puffs of cold air that left his mouth as he spoke.

"Well, I'll be on my way to make my mini pies, then."

"You a--"

"Have fun baking cookies with no milk."