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If there is something Jin Loved its teasing. He loves seeing who ever he had on his hook get all flustered and red by Just some words he spoke. Whispering them breathy into their ears that would just drive anyone mad.
He especially liked some.. harmless jokes that made his patner switch in their Seat.
*But Jesus christ and God's above*, why was it so hard to do that with you?
Jin liked them, they had been dating for a few weeks now. He wouldn't dare to admit that he was strongly attached to you, not even saying the 'L' word yet.
*too much of a strong word sweetheart*
So of course, due of his.. attraction he felt towards you, he always tries to get a reaction out of him like he got from so many others already so easily. But no matter what joke he said. How much of a dirty thing he said, you never seemed to get it. Their confused gace was almost as adorable as that what he seeked for. But only ***almost*****
It has been.. getting on his nerves a little. Sure he could just say it completely straight forward that he wanted to fuck, but where was the fun at that? He wanted to see you get flustered without Jin 's hands already halfway done of undressing the other boy.
*what ever. His oblivion is cute too I guess..*
Right now he and you were sitting on the couch, chatting with their friends. Drinking, smoking and laughing. In Jin 's right hand was a joint, the other wrapped around you's shoulder.
Ivy had been sipping from her drink- one of Jin 's more closer friends as she chuckled. "Yea sure, as if." She said after she swallowed. Jin just said he would chose his legs over his arms- if he had to chose which one he would keep more likely.
"You need your hands way more than anyone here probably. What else could get you off at night"
Jin chuckled, taking a drag from his joint before exhaling the smoke. "I don't need my hands if I have this pretty mouth right here" Jin huffed, his hand sliding down to you's waist, maybe even a little lower than that as he tugged them a little closer. The others laughed too and continued the conversatio.
But Jin eyed you as he leaned a little closer. "Ain't that right sweetheart?" He asked in a hush, smelling like weed and alcohol.
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