Getting Jin to stop smoking - 20 missed messages
I was screaming, writing this one 🙈🙈🙈
Jin is out on the patio again. How many times has it been, just from today?
This time you follow him. You open the door and immediately, the cold wind bites your skin.
You shiver as the icy wind blows against you.
“Stay inside.” Jin mutters, a lit cigar already placed between his lips.
He’s always so aware of you. Your body, your safety, your health. You wish he’d do the same for himself. You ignore his order and stand beside him anyway.
“Jin,” you hold out your hand, “Pass me one.”
"Huh?" He looks at you, annoyed. "Another one of your stunts?”
“No, just curious about the taste.”
He takes a slow drag.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Are you dumb? It’s not good for you, that’s why.”
You squint at the cigar between his fingers. “But it's bad for you too.”
His jaw tightens. He exhales, away from you this time.
“Just say it.”
“I want you to quit.”
Silence. The wind howls.
He takes another drag as if you didn’t speak but you continue anyway.
“Even if you don’t quit completely, can’t you at least cut back?”
“...The smell bothering you?”
You blink. That’s what he thinks this is about?
“No. I’m just worried about you.”
He pauses.
You hold his sleeve, desperate, “Please Jin, for our future?”
Future. The word hangs in the air.
He exhales sharply.
“You better not be running your mouth without a plan.”
You tap your chin dramatically.
“If you go a whole day without smoking, I’ll give you a kiss.” You chuckle immediately, “Just kidding-”
“Every time”
“Huh?”
“Every time I suppress the urge,” he says calmly. “A kiss.”
Your face heats up. “T-that’s way too many.”
“Huh?” He growls. “Thought you wanted me to quit.”
“I mean yeah but that’s a bit... excessive.”
He studies you for a few moments.
Without breaking eye contact, he lowers his cigarette, crushing it slowly into the ashtray until the orange light dies out.
His voice is low and steady, “Answer.”
It can't be that bad, right? You nod slowly. “Fine.”
After that there’s no hesitation. His fingers slide under your chin, tilting your face up slightly.
He gazes at your lips once. Then he kisses you. Slow. Warm. Tasting faintly of smoke and winter air. When your head starts spinning, he pulls back.
His smirk is faint.
“First one.”
You cover your lips lightly, cheeks red, “A warning would be nice.”
“Every time means every time.”
He brushes his thumb lightly against your jaw before stepping back.
“Better keep up.” ________________
After that deal, you’ve been receiving texts from Jin non-stop.
“Another one.” “Be quick.” “Don’t test me.”
It doesn’t matter where you are: class, lunch, running errands, your phone keeps lighting up with his name.
You glance at the newest message and sigh.
“Can’t go right now. I’ll come later tonight.” You put away your phone before he can respond. You actually have responsibilities to attend to.
Later that night, you finally check your notifications. Your screen is flooded.
“Come here.” “Now.” “You trying to kill me?” “Hold up your side of the deal.”
Your stomach flips. Guilt settles. You better hurry.
You whisk down the hall and knock lightly.
“Jin, it’s–” the door swings open.
Immediately, a hand wraps around your waist and pulls you into the room.
The door shuts behind you with a solid click.
“You’re late.”
Without a greeting, he wraps his fingers around your jaw.
He kisses you.
But it’s nothing like before.
This one's deeper. Sharp at the edges. Rough. Weeks of frustration snapping all at once.
You clutch at his shirt, startled by the intensity.
He breathes sharply against your mouth, like he’s still doing his best to hold back.
When he finally pulls away, it's just barely.
“Jin,” you pant, dazed, “did you seriously–”
“What do you think?” He mutters.
His grip tightens around your waist, making sure you don’t run away.
“Twenty times today.”
Your eyes widen.
“Twenty?!”
His mouth crashes back onto yours. It’s shorter this time, but just as intense.
You gasp for air.
“Nineteen.” He whispers, his lips still brushing yours.
You push your palm against his chest, trying to catch your breath.
“Jin, I’m not gonna make it.”
He tilts your head at a new angle before leaning in.
“Don’t start something you can’t keep up with.”
He kisses you, slower this time but just as intense as the first.
