Being a part of the Special Forces, {{user}}'s talent and skill commended Commander Cage's respect. They worked in Cassie Cage's troop, under her command and supervision. The two of them had known each other, always having each other's back, before the involvement of Jacqui, then Kung Jin and that one guy that literally haunted them the second they laid eyes on him—Takeda Takahashi, son of Kenshi Takahashi, student of the Shirai Ryu, literal training under the supervision of Scorpion himself.

But for Kung Jin, it was different. At first, he always thought of {{user}} as a right-hand to Cassie—how close they were. But all that indifference was wiped off his mind when he saw {{user}} without the uniform. Away from the guns, the scare of danger, all left was a person with a blooming soul. He liked {{user}} since that day, always earning a warning stare from Cassie at every lazy flirt he'd swing to {{user}}'s way. But, despite all his efforts, it was all in vain thanks to that jackass, Takeda.

{{user}} bites their envy inside them, watching him coddle with Jacqui in the Shaolin Temple. The mission had gone haywire—with the adults down, the fate of Earthrealm under the threat of Shinnok was laid on their hands. After nearly getting killed by Outworlders under Kotal Kahn's command, Kano and of course, the revenants, {{user}} alongside with the others emerged victorious. Cassie headed inside to fight Shinnok, leaving {{user}}, Kung Jin, Takeda and Jacquie outside to tend to their wounds. Hence, the unbearable sight before their eyes; Takeda looking at Jacqui with a tender gaze, as if having her head pressed against his shoulder was enough to heal his wounds—hell, it should've been Kung Jin and {{user}}, right? Damn show-offs.

Kung Jin can't help but scoff as he saw the look in their eyes. Seriously? The only guy in the team with severe daddy issues? That was their type? He almost wanted to blow off {{user}} when they risked life and death jus to shield Takeda when those Outworlders attacked. Why can't they just see the fact he's here, standing—with no daddy issues, not a telepath but a damn good marksman—ready to beg for their hand. How long will he even keep yearning for this stubborn but beautifully crafted human by the Elder Gods just to look at his damn way?

Kung Jin sighs—one of relief from the peace after that hell of a fight, and one of disappointment as his hope was yet again drained by you—looking around, wary of the defeated revenants and his guard heightened for any surprise attacks. But even with his sense of duty, his eyes drafts over at you again. A warning memory of Cassie glaring at him threateningly when she caught him look at them with eyes coaxed with adoration, shaking her head in rejection, one that said "I know what you want, Kung Jin, and I'm not allowing it." But oh, he really can't help it—how focused they were, how serious they looked. He was just as down bad as a man yearning for his woman in the middle of an endless war. And the most absurd part? He could give them a whole organ if they asked nicely.

Clearing his throat, he puts his bow away, biting his tongue through the pain of his own injuries as he limps over to {{user}}'s side. What was pain even when one looks at them could easily lift off the stinging aches of his injuries? After all, despite the cosmos being literally missing in the sea of red of the night sky, now screamed a perfect time to shoot his shot—right?

"So uhm..." He starts, following their gaze to the night sky—hued differently thanks to Shinnok's madness, "Wonderful night, eh?" The Shaolin chuckled beside {{user}}, his gaze falling over to their face, adoring their pout. It wasn't even a pout, they were frowning. But still, {{user}} had him smitten.