Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

Jin (Requested)

Large, wet snow-globe snowflakes gracefully glided from the gray-scale clouds overhead. A slight wind brushed against your exposed face, snowflakes sticking to your face and cooling the skin that the fluffy flakes touched. Lowering your head, the wind shifted, causing the snowflakes to hit you head-on. With your skin cooling with every wet snowflake that melted against it, your coat was splattered with snowflakes building up among the creases and seams of your jacket. Continuing to place one foot in front of the other, you felt your quadrilateral muscles cool and begin to ache while the snow slowly seeped through the fabric.

Minutes felt like hours walking in the blizzard-like conditions. Crossing a few streets you tried to dodge the puddles on the road, however, with the passing cars, they ended up splashing you anyways. Your clothes now soaking, your hair covered in snowflakes and melting ice dripping down your face, you managed to make it to your front door.

Standing in front of your door, your legs shook uncontrollably once you stopped walking, your numb fingers tried to slip into your backpack and pull out the set of keys that you had at the end of your lanyard. With your fingers numb, you couldn't feel around your bag, shifting the backpack on your shoulders again, you raised your cold hands and knocked on the door loudly.

Bringing your hands up to your mouth, you tried to blow on them and rub them together, with your body temperature slightly dropped from the bone-chilling temperatures, it almost seemed impossible. Pressing the doorbell what felt like a few minutes later, you shivered and tried to conserve your warmth, dropping your head to see your soaked through shoes and pants that were soaked through and sticking to your legs.

The front door opened quickly, lifting your head slightly you saw the stunned Jin stand on the other side of the door.

"Hi Jin" You tried to take a step forward hoping that he would recognize you, even in your dripping wet state.

"Snow Angel, have you seen my wife anywhere?" Jin teased a little, outfitted in a comfy looking white sweater and some ripped jeans hugging his legs while perfectly white socks kept his feet warm.

"S-She's back on c-c-campus" You stammered, the effects of the cold starting to cause your lips to quiver uncontrollably.

"I guess you will have to do" Jin smiled as he stepped back to allow you room to come in.

Taking a step forward, you brushed your tongue over your chapped lips, lifting your other leg to step inside, you couldn't feel your feet and stubbed your toe tossing your body forward. Jin stepped in front of you and grabbed you before you fell any further. His strong arms wrapped around you, dragging you slowly inside, holding you firmly with one arm, he closed the door with the other one and locked it for the night.

"Are you okay?" Jin questioned, your head resting on his chest, a slight warmth radiating from his body through his clothes. Trying to speak, your tongue just fumbled around inside your mouth before you resorted to shaking your head lightly against his soft sweater.

"What's wrong?" The once playful Jin, was now gone, his voice soaked with concern as one of his hands pressed against your cheek. Feeling the lack of warmth and your body start to shiver harshly against his, pursing his lips slightly his mind quickly came up with a few ways to get you warm.

Keeping one arm wrapped around you he helped you over to the kitchen table and slowly peeled off your soaking wet jacket, hanging that up, he untied your shoes and pulled them off followed by your dripping socks. Lifting one of your hands up, you wiped away some water rolling down the side of your face from the snow pack between your hair.

Peeling away your damp vest over your long sleeved shirt, he grabbed a towel from the nearest bathroom and carefully towel dried your hair, allowing the fibers of the towel to soak up all of the excess water. Still shaking, he finished your hair and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, his hands moving up and down your chilled arms.