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Agh, this story is SO CUTE. 🥺🥺🥺
not like this
summary - you go to a party ready to hang out with your friends, but your best friend has other ideas that involve you, a closet, seven minutes, and a close friend you swore you’d never tell
pairing - jin x reader ft. other members of bts and other o.c.s!
genre - fluff, angst | ftl!au, nonidol!au
word count - 5.0k words
warnings - mentions of drinking, otherwise nothing else!
a/n: this is totally inspired by that one episode of New Girl where Nick and Jess are stuck behind the door and Nick tells Jess that he doesn’t want kiss her, “not like this” hence the title lol. Not quite the same plotline, but was definitely my inspiration for it!
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You Send Me
Pairing: Jin x reader
Words: 1.9k
Warnings/rating: SFW, reader is oblivious to Jin's pining but it all works out in the end
Author's Note: This is a part of the 50's collab over on @homeofbangtan! Thanks to @ttaetae for the banner, and to @hyungieyoongi for listening to me gripe while trying to come up with ideas for this story! Special shoutout to @moon-write for reading through this once I was done as well. :)
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“What IS that thing?!”
You look over at the man who’s sitting beside you in your Chevy Bel Air. He’s been scooting closer and closer to you throughout the night, his hand now inches from yours as you sit at the drive-in.
“...The Blob? Have you not been paying attention at all?” Your face scrunches in disappointment.
“I have, it’s just...AHHH!!” he grasps your arm tightly as the creature on the screen devours a diner similar to the one he works in.
Suddenly, there’s a knock on the passenger side window. Your guest rolls down the window, and you see one of your old students, Jungkook, peering in.
“Can you keep it down, we’ve had some comp-,” he starts, but his eyes light up in recognition once he sees you. “Oh hey, Ms. Y/L/N! Long time, no see. Like I was saying, we’ve had some complaints from other customers, couldya keep it down?” Jungkook looks at the man beside you.
Before he can get in a word edgewise, you lean over and answer. “Absolutely. I’ll make sure Jin stops being a candy ass,” you laugh as Jungkook’s eyes go wide in shock at your language. He quickly recovers and gives the two of you a small wave as he walks off.
Jin starts to roll up the window and looks over at you. “I am not a candy ass,” he hisses in embarrassment.
“Oh, you just like screaming loudly at drive-ins because you want to disturb others? How inconsiderate of you,” you tut with a laugh.
“How in Sam Hill do you watch these things to unwind?” he asks, removing his hand from your arm slower than he needs to. He would never say it out loud, but he loved the way you felt warm under his touch, much softer than his rough hands that were constantly at work in a kitchen.
“I dunno,” you shrug. “It’s just a clear break from working with my students day in and day out. I love them, but it’s hard, you know? Horror flicks give my brain a chance to zone out, a distraction.”
“I can think of better distractions.” Jin murmurs under his breath, hoping you don’t hear, but to no avail.
“Such as?”
Such as kissing your cherry painted lips, for starters.
“Such as my excellent cooking, for starters. Let’s swing by the diner, I’ll make your favorite for you.” Jin smiles at you, and you can’t help smiling back.
After the movie is over, you drive back across town to Jin’s diner. Well, it’s not really his, but you’ve never met the owner, so in your head it was as good as his.
“Here you are, my lady...a bacon cheeseburger, extra crispy fries with ranch on the side.” He places the plate in front of you and your mouth immediately begins to water. “And a strawberry shake to share.” The pink dessert is placed between you, two straws included.
“Careful, people might start to think you’re sweet on me. Sharing milkshakes and all.” You grin up at him playfully, only to be met with Jin’s eyes staring at you intensely.
“And would that be so bad?” He questions, itching to reach across the table and place his hand on top of yours. Instead he settles for sipping from the strawberry shake you’re sharing, his hand wrapped around the glass.
You smile coquettishly up at him through your lashes in answer. He gulps, not having expected you to respond in this way. The collar of his shirt suddenly feels tight, and it’s way too hot in the room.
You laugh, breaking the tension, clearly thinking his question was a joke. Where he felt hot before, it’s as if he’s had a bucket of cold water thrown on him. What would he have to do to get you to understand how on the hook he was for you?
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Tuesday afternoon you’re in your usual booth at the diner, working on lesson plans for the next week, when Jin comes by with an order of extra crispy fries and a large Coke. He always does this, and has done this since you became a permanent fixture at the diner.
“Don’t work too hard, okay?” You barely look up at him, too interested in planning a history lesson for your 12th graders. He shakes his head as he walks back to the kitchen. He’s always admired your dedication to your work, your students...but you sometimes worked too hard. Didn’t take enough breaks. Were too hard on yourself.
After a few minutes, the smell of your fries is too much. You push your notebook off to the side and pull the basket closer to you, eagerly diving in. You’re convinced that Jin makes the best fries in town...everyone else burns them when you ask for them extra crispy, and the diner makes their ranch in house. You sigh in delight, closing your eyes as the fries hit your tongue. It isn’t long before you’ve polished off the whole basket.
You get up from your booth to go wash your hands and stretch your legs before sitting back down to continue your work. As you walk back, the glowing lights of the jukebox sitting in the corner draw you in. You find yourself perusing the selections, searching for one song in particular...there it is.
You slot your coins into the machine and press the corresponding buttons, and after a few seconds, Sam Cooke’s voice starts to waft through the speakers.
As you slide back into your booth, you can hear a tenor’s voice floating over to you from the kitchens as well.
At first I thought it was infatuation
But, woo, it's lasted so long
Now I find myself wanting
To marry you and take you home, woah-woah
You’d noticed one day that Jin tended to sing under his breath while he was cooking, but everytime You Send Me was selected on the jukebox, his voice became loud enough to carry throughout the diner. It was lovely to listen to, and it became your little secret. He didn’t know people could hear him, and you had a suspicion that he wouldn’t sing if he knew that was the case. So every few days, more often if you were feeling particularly down, you’d pay to hear Jin sing without him knowing.
Little did you know, he would think about you every time he heard that particular song. He’s always thought you were pretty, ever since you stepped foot in the diner when you first moved to town about two years ago to teach at the local high school. When he figured out that you were working on lesson plans, he started sending Taehyung, one of the waiters, over with free milkshakes every so often. Eventually he decided to take you a milkshake and dinner himself, and ended up chatting with you at your booth for over an hour (what his boss didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him). He knew you were a teacher, you loved your students, you refused to wear skirts and dresses just because society expected you to, and you enjoyed horror flicks in your free time. Jin found himself spending his work breaks sitting with you at your booth, watching your eyes light up every time you talked about the latest movie you’d seen, your favorite students Soobin and Taehyun, or your opinions on gender roles, how you were so much more than just a wannabe housewife. You were right...you were so much more, at least to Jin. He loved that you didn’t care what others thought about you.
He just hoped that you cared what he thought. Not that he would ever tell you what to do or how to be, but he held out a small sliver of hope that maybe one day, you would be interested in a diner line cook with big dreams to be a world-renowned chef.
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It continues on this way for weeks. You sit in your booth, Jin brings you food. The jukebox plays, the entire diner gets a free concert. Every other weekend, you find yourself accompanied to the drive-in, even though every time, Jin ends up shrieking like a small child at whatever horror flick you’ve chosen.
Jin can’t stop staring at you from across the diner. The more time he spends with you, the more he wants to kiss you. Hold your hand. Go steady. Why couldn’t he just say something?
“Whatcha looking at?” You peek your head through the small window that peers into the kitchen.
“Huh?”
“I said, whatcha looking at?” you repeat, raising your eyebrow.
“Oh, uh-nothing, nothing,” he quickly replies, busying himself with cleaning the counter in front of him.
“You haven’t come to see me today,” you pout.
Jin chuckles. “It’s been busy today. My new burger went on the menu, turns out it’s a home run!”
You continue to pout at him.
“Fine, let me finish up this order and I'll grace you with my presence.” You grin satisfactorily and march back to your booth. Jin shakes his head and smiles watching you go.
Except he doesn’t come over to see you after that order is done. A giant group of high schoolers pile into the diner, forcing him to work double time and make sure they are all taken care of.
Tired of waiting, you take it upon yourself to stroll over to the jukebox and play You Send Me, as usual. It only takes a few seconds before Jin’s voice starts to carry over the diner. He opens the door from the kitchen, shocked to see everyone’s eyes on him. He makes a beeline for your booth, ears flaming red.
“Has the whole diner always been able to hear me singing?!” he hisses angrily under his breath at you.
You laugh in response. “Only when you’re singing Sam Cooke, don’t worry.”
The flush on Jin’s ears spreads to his cheeks as he realizes how often that song has played over the jukebox.
“Can I tell you something?” you ask, slightly embarrassed. Jin’s embarrassment fades as he notes the seriousness of your tone.
“Of course, always.” He reaches across the table, placing his hand on top of yours, causing you to look into his eyes.
“I’m the one who plays You Send Me on the jukebox. On purpose.”
“What do you mean?” Jin cocks an eyebrow, confused.
“I mean...I play it so I can hear you sing. I like hearing you sing,” you mumble, but he’s able to understand even as you look down at the table.
“Can I tell you something?” It’s your turn to be confused.
“What?”
“I’ve wanted to do this for a really long time.”
Jin leans forward, closing the distance between the two of you. His eyes travel to your lips, cherry colored as always. His hands shakily come up to cup the sides of your face, his breath ghosting over your mouth. Before he can second guess himself, you’ve closed the remaining distance, lips meeting his. Both of you break into matching smiles, laughter breaking the kiss almost as quickly as it had begun.
As Jin settles back into his side of the booth, your laughter continues.
“What? I can’t be that bad at kissing...right?” His eyes go round with worry.
“It’s just...you’ve got something. Right there.” You take a napkin and dab at the corner of his mouth, which has your red lipstick smeared on it.
“I can think of worse things,” he chuckles.
“Careful...people might start to think you’re sweet on me.”
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