BTSxReader - Short story compilation.

♔ Fermata♔ - J

Pairing: JinxReader

Genre: Angst;Fluff

The sustaining of a note, chord, or rest for a duration longer than the indicated time value, with the length of the extension at the performer's discretion.

Prequel to

A/N: If there are any weird expressions in this story, I'm sorry. I wrote this in the middle of the night, and I honestly don't know if anything makes sense (I hope it does).

Word count: 1.9k

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The cold mist of darkness, biting at the naked parts of your ankles. A plastic white shopping bag, containing your futuristic dinner, for the fifth time this week. Your coat is too thin for this evening, feeling the minus degrees burn at your cheeks. Frozen fingers, threatening to turn blue. Remembering the way home, as the back of your own hand. A trip to the grocery store, buying your dinner because cooking food, seemed like a drag every time. It didn't matter how many times you tried, nothing tasted like his. A huge modern building coming to view at the end of the street, feeling the familiar scent embrace, the moment you turned the key.

"I'm home" No response, as usual. The dark hallway leading to the parted living room, with only a kitchen counter separating a household from a college dorm. Cars, bikes and neighbours replacing the lonely corners. New days, new people, and the same apartment. Whenever Jin wasn't home, you didn't see the light he bought with him, all the time. The aura of comfort and love, that always went unnoticed.

Your hair untied from the high pony tail, your boss ordered you to have. The thin coat placed along the empty bar chair, and shoes scattered messily across the hallway. It didn't matter anymore, of how neat everything had to be. Because, there wasn't anyone to show. Jin have had extra schedules, practicing, studying and tours.

When you proposed a 'yes' to his undying confession, you knew what it bought. Lonely nights in front of the TV, to see his smile and wink flash across. Sometimes, you wished his significant hand-gestured-kiss, was only for your eyes. Your lips peppering him with courage and assurance, whenever you had the opportunity. Another beautiful idol, standing beside him like friends. Her beautiful orange-red hair, embracing her features and red lip stick. She was famous, for her confident and sexy image, and it only worried you, that this, is what guys wanted. Confidence. Something, you always have struggled with. The way your body was made, your hair, face, movements and mind. You were always this scared cat, that was afraid to leave the bubble of comfort. You never understood, how Jin began to develop feelings for you. The way his eyes shined with stars and dreams, compared to the many beautiful idols, that shares the same. Almost a year together, and the only thing that you could never give him, is your innocence and freedom. The way your hips rocked against his thigh, not getting enough courage to move further, letting you be stuck between the clothes of boundaries. Will you forever keep him waiting? It's to no one's surprise, that Jin's needs is like anyone else's. They have urges, that keeps them awake. Hearing him through the thin walls, touching himself under the shower, because he knows you aren't ready. Your half-covered body, pressed against his limbs, pushing him further to despair. Jin, didn't deserve this treatment. But your feelings of being hurt and the unthinkable, is what kept you from doing, what he needed. It was a moment of disclosure and fear, making your fingers shake against the phone screen. Imagining the sound of his voice breaking, when you tell him 'I can't do this'. The sting of depression, feeling your eyes dwell. You didn't want to do this, but you had to.

"Hey babe, what's up?" He was practicing, the sound of the other boy's laughter, booming in the background. His airy exhausted breath, scratching against the microphone. Is this the right time?