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Wreaths and Windows
pairing: Jin x reader
genre: flufffff
warnings: swearing but does anyone actually care? blood (but only a teeny bit)
a/n: I honestly love this concept lol
Why on earth would you want your windows done in the middle of Winter? That was a question you needed to ask your dozens of recent customers. Thankfully, you were now on your way to your last customer of the year. The van trundled over the cobbled street before coming to a stop with a jolt and a slight creak outside a long row pretty terraced house. According to your information this was the residence of a Mr. Kim.
You slammed the van door shut, shivering as a blast of cold air hit you. Snuggling further into your fleece, you walked across the bridge like structure towards the shiny black door with two long windows and a decadent holly wreath.
Ringing the door bell, you listened to the sound echoing within the house. As you waited, puffs of white escaped your lightly chapped lips with every breath, teeth chattering lightly.
After what seemed an age, but was only thirty seconds, the door was opened by a tall, broad shouldered man with plump pink lips curved into an inviting smile. His coffee coloured haired was parted slightly off centre, providing you with more of a view of his smooth, pale skin. Round glasses perched atop his nose paired with a loose cream turtle neck and black jeans completed the ethereal look to the supposed Mr. Kim. You started slightly in suprise, expecting to see a short, rather stout middle aged man with bald patch, but instead being greeted with an extremely attractive young man with no bald patches in sight.
“Uh, hi! Are you Mr. Kim?”
“Yup, but you can call me Seokjin, or just Jin.” Much like the smile that was still affixed on his face, there was something so warm and comforting about him.
“I’m Y/N, I’m here to do your windows,” you attempted to return his smile as you gestured back towards your tacky blue van which proclaimed the slogan “Every Glass is the name, Windows is the game” (you cringed every time you read that slogan).
“Your slogan is shit,” Jin stared at the van, equally disappointed
“Yup, what windows are you needing done?” “All the front ones,”
“Jesus Christ, time of year to do it,” you glanced up at the three storey house and immediately regretted your choice of trade.
You stood on a ladder which was swaying precariously in the violent gale.
“I fucking hate my job,” you muttered for the umpteenth time today. Windows were hard work, even without the bitter cold and high winds. Your fingers were just about frozen off after the second window, and you were wearing gloves! The door clicked open far below you, looking down, you smiled lightly at the welcome sight of Jin holding two steaming mugs of what looked to be hot chocolate with mountains of whipped cream, topped with a ton of tiny white and pink marshmallows. You practically drooled at the sight.
He jerked his head as a notion for you to come down, and you immediately complied.
“I thought you might need a warm up,”
“You thought correctly,” Jin laughed as he passed you a mug. As soon as you took a sip, it tasted like the best thing you had ever drank.
“Must be a really shit job, especially at this time of year,”
“Yeah, I absolutely hate this job,” this elicited another laugh from Jin, his laugh sounded like wind screen wipers but at the same time it sounded strangely nice?
The chat was brief, but definitely lightened your spirits. In about two hours, you were onto the last windows- the door. You rung the door bell yet again, and were greeted with the smiling, albeit confused, Jin, almost like Déjà vu.
“Jin, you need to take off the wreath,”
“Do I have to? It’s pretty,” It was practically impossible to argue with that logic, and that sad pout. But the wreath had to go, for just now at least.
“Jin…”
“Y/N~~”
“No!”
“B-but,” Puppy dog eyes? Really? Did Jin seriously think that doing that would change your mind, as if! Okay maybe. Nope, your gone. You have to be heartless to resist that!
“Okay fine, I’ll try,”
“Yay!” You swear you felt your chest warm up just the slightest bit at his delighted smile, he looked like a kid in a candy store, but that was definitely just the heat from the house.
Apparently it was possible to hate your job more than you previously thought. Trying to fit such small windows with a wreath in the way was a nightmare.
“OW! Shit!” Thick crimson blood oozed out of the fairly large cut on your pointer finger.
“Y/N! Are you ok?” The had been flung open mere seconds after your cry, and now a worried Jin was holding your finger. His brows were pinched together as he examined your finger, looking for any glass that was still stuck in your finger, to his great relief, there was none.
You were quickly ushered inside by Jin who was still holding your finger. He sat you down at his kitchen island before dashing off to find a first aid kit. He came running back, dark green box clutched in his hand.
“Jin! Calm down. It doesn’t even hurt that much,”
“It could be dangerous, it was glass that cut you!”
He gently took you over to the sink and washed out the cut before dabbing lightly at the jagged wound with an antiseptic wipe. You hissed as the wipe touched the sensitive flesh, causing Jin to look up at you even more concerned.
“Are you ok?”
“I’m fine! You don’t need to worry,”
“I can’t help but worry!” You blushed slightly, either from the proximity or his words and you noticed Jin’s cheeks were dusted with pink too.
After Jin wrapped a plaster decorated with fruit around your finger carefully you got up.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to finish your windows,”
“Are you sure you’ll be ok?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine Jin, I’ve only got a tiny bit left to do anyway.”
You completed the last window with a worried Jin watching over you the whole time, fretting that you would only make the wound worse.
“Well, I best be on my way, don’t wanna take up any more of your time,”
“Umm actually I was wondering if you would maybe like to stay for uh dinner? I bought a load of steak cause one of my friends were coming round but they had to cancel and it’s a lot of steak so…”
“I’d like that,” you spared Jin from babbling on more much to the relief of the rather red faced man.
Watching Jin cook was something you just couldn’t get bored of, his pink apron was just a bonus. The look on his face while he made the delicious smelling meal was that of pure joy. And the jokes he cracked all the while, although terrible, warmed your heart.
Just as it had smelt while cooking, the steak was exquisite, as were the potatoes and carrots.
“You’re such a good cook, Jin,”
“Thanks, I learned from my Mum, she’s an amazing cook,”
“So is mine, but I can’t cook to save my life,” the both of you laughed and went back to eating.
At around eleven, after a bottle of red between you, a couple of movies that neither of you had payed attention to, and a lot of talking you were extremely glad you had gotten this job.
You yawned widely, realising the time.
“I should probably go,”
“Yeah, you look really tired,”
“So do you!”
You walked out the door but were stopped by Jin
“Make sure you get home safe, ok?”
“Ok,”
It was at that moment that Jin, being the absolute nut case he was, tripped, and was less than an inch away from you. Your heart was beating out of your chest and you were redder than the holly on Jin’s door, as was he.
To your suprise, Jin leaned forward and captured your lips in a soft kiss, which you immediately melted into. Jin tasted like cinnamon and nutmeg along with other Christmas spices, and just a hint of red wine.
All too soon he pulled away and stepped back
“G'night Y/N,”
“Night Jin,” You walked away and drove off along the cobbles, a smile on your face and butterflies in your stomach. And Jin watched the van until it disappeared into the night, happily walking back into his house, already anticipating your next meeting.
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