Kung Jin x Reader
It was a miracle breakfast didn't splatter across their faces when the monks handed you the woven basket. Agony pooled at the corners of your eyes, face soured like curdled milk. Nostrils voted to take a permanent vacation while your body completely ceased functioning.
"Soooooo…." He drawled, rubbing his hands together. "You want skunk piss or rotten eggs?"
Somehow pupils found a way to slide him a horrified glance before reluctantly seizing the basket on the right.
"Skunk piss it is…" He sighed and retrieved the other basket with a gag.
Teeth gritted upon ascending the uneven stony path towards the back part of the mountains where the waterfalls bled into the river. A welcomed breeze kindly waved away the rancidly sweet odor that dropped animals and withered trees. Silence accompanied the afternoon stroll, exchanged glances became annoyed glares and upturned lips. It was his fault after all that you were trudging up the mountains carrying overfilled baskets of soiled linens. Normally, his witty banter and educated quips would rouse numerous bouts of giddy laughter. Today, his switchblade tongue was quick to lash and flogged the wrong monk one too many times.
As if sensing the building anger, Kung Jin hurdled over a few rocks to walk by your side.
"Hey, my bad for getting you caught up in this..."
Eyes rolled with a curt scoff. "You didn't have to embarrass him like that in front of everyone Jin."
"That's what you say, but he definitely had it coming." Kung Jin countered. "Besides, you of all people should be thankful."
"Thankful? Thankful for what?"
"For me saving your ass from another boring lecture." He straightened his posture then puffed his chest out. One hand folded neatly behind his back, the other pretended to stroke a long imaginary beard.
"Life is like the ocean, always changing..."
Shoulders shoved past the arrogant Shaolin into the open clearing, grateful he didn't see the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.
Upon arrival, a shiver erupted, frigid air nipping the fat of flushed cheeks. Milky billowing mist plumed uptop the makeshift lake before dissipating along the river's edges. Sun-kissed leaves danced with rain soaked flowers to the dulcet tunes of nearby songbirds. Slippers slapped against the sides of the cumbersome hamper that laid slumped in the sweet soil between smoothed rocks. Water lapped at the backs of exposed calves then seeped into the lung collapsing jaundiced fabrics.
"Look," Kung Jin started, rolling his pant legs over his knees. "I said I was sorry, alright?"
"Yeah, but how long before you get us both into trouble again? Remember, the monks are here to help you, not hurt you Jin. So there's no need to lash out when someone makes a suggestion."
Attention diverted for a moment to beat the water from one of the many robes.
"You wouldn't tell Raiden what you told Master Dào would you?"
"I might if he pissed me off." Kung Jin smirked only to meet a playful shove from an open palm. He spun back around with a lighthearted laugh.
"Just being honest."
"Remind me to not stand next to you when that happens."
"Aww, but who doesn't want to stand next to greatness?"
"Alright Kung Lao."
"Hey! You watch that mouth."
"Or what?" Voice challenged, gripping the robe a little tighter. CYou gonna make me?"
Jin guardedly took a few steps backwards.
"Something like that." He replied coolly then darted for the woven hamper and retrieved a long sash. Fabric squealed from the sudden twist of your wrist, legs relaxed into an open stance. Eyes locked, teeth flashed a dangerous smile. Hands poised gracefully. Ready and waiting
The first strike was a warning, the second a bait. Cloth snapped voraciously at embedded feet until opting to go for a taste of your jaw. It whiffed and was met with an immediate response which left Jin standing stiffer than cardboard.
"Tā mā de!¹ " He hissed, consoling his ass. Ears perked, registering the familiar expletive. Hands tauntingly wringed the wet robe back once more.
"Nǐ yào duō ma?² " Lips simpered.
"Gǔn kāi!³ " And the fabric caught the meat of your bare calf. Before a yelp could escape, Jin lunged forward to catch the remaining calf in cruel satisfaction. The swift plunge of his foot brought forth a wall of blurred vision, arm extruded in an attempt to print his crimson signature across your forehead. Fingers latched quickly around the oncoming weapon. One tug and Jin was submerged, ass up. Another tug and he was rendered powerless. The monk scrambled to the basket and crammed as much clothes as he could under one arm. A light dip in the water then they ripped through the air, whistling past in an onslaught of grimy bullets. There was a loud smack and the world appeared in one color.
The next few moments were full of childish delight. Slaps and kicks, laughs and hollers, Jin trying to stuff filthy robes down your throat. Back arched, arms flailed to deflect his advances. Yet, Jin remained on top, looming over while wrists fought frantically to escape his vice grip.
"Yield...loser..." He panted, halting the brief skirmish with a triumphant pin.
"You first!" Was rasped, teeth bared, but abruptly fell to breathy laughter and overall delight. There was something amusing about being with Kung Jin. He could be an ass, sure, but he could be fun and loveable too. Eyes met in a lidded gaze. Jin gradually lowering until his lips softly folded over yours. A dusted rose sprinkled along meshed cheeks, chest swelled with a cyclone of fleeting butterflies. The only moment of respite was to draw in air and admire the charming features of one another.
Fingers idly played with his soaked locks. "We really shouldn't be doing this Jin. What if the monks...or Master Dào…"
Words trailed off at a reassuring kiss.
"No one's here but us...Just me and you…" Jin whispered, rubbing his forehead against yours.
"Besides, there's a reason why I always get us into trouble. How else would we have any privacy?"
The next touch of his lips elicited a feathered moan, body floating upward, numbingly euphoric.