Finest Jin

Storm

I was pacing Jins' apartment. 3 laps in, I took off the sparkly heels. I walked the length of the living room, 12 paces long, turn, 12 paces back. I looked out the window at the cityscape outside. It was stunning. Sparkling lights, bustling with life. Vehicles were crawling along the roads, funny little creatures sliding along the ribbons of asphalt. 

I checked the time. It had been an hour. I texted Jin again.

"I am here at your apartment, as you asked. Are you okay?"

No answer. 

In the bathroom, I caught sight of my own reflection. The dress was beautiful. I had never looked so glamorous. I thought of the evening and smiled. It had been like a dream. Cinderella, who never belonged in the palace, brushing shoulders with royalty...except I hadn't lost a shoe. I had lost my prince. I replayed my conversation with the dashing Minho. Had I been flirtatious? I was certain I hadn't. Was my crime speaking to him? Or was it his crime for being good looking and friendly? Or was the crime Jins' for leaving me here alone, pacing, waiting for him and guessing at the fire in his eyes. 

The jewelry was so exquisite. I took up my cell and snapped a souvenir selca. I had hoped to do so with Jin at my side but he was absent. I smiled for the camera. A ruse. I pondered a moment, then texted Namjoon.

"Is Jin up there with you guys?"The little tying bubble was instantaneous.

"He is." I felt a twinge in my tummy. Relief? Disappointment?

"Is he coming down soon?"

This time the response was a few minutes in coming. 

"I don't think so, Noona. Did you want a car to take you home?" My stomach fell. Now what?

"No. He asked me to wait here. I will wait." 

There was no response. I found the box for the jewels and took them off, carefully placing them back in the box. With some acrobatic stretching, I was able to get my dress zipper down and changed into yoga pants and a tank top. I hung the dress in Jins' closet, smelling the clothes that bore his scent. I missed him.

I texted Jin again.

"Please come talk to me. I miss you. I love you."

Nothing.

Back to Namjoon.

"Is Jin angry at me?" 

"He is new to relationships, Noona. He has a lot to work out." 

Ugh. So yes, then.

"Please tell him that I love him." He had to know this. But I knew how good emotions can be burned away in a rage. The phone pinged.

"He may not be down at all tonight. He is upset."

I responded immediately.

"I am heading down to the gym. I am here whenever he wants to talk."

"OK." 

I stood there a moment. There was nothing else to do until Jin either came to me or sent me away. I pulled on socks and my gym shoes, frowning at the couple ring on my hand as I tied the laces. This was all a misunderstanding. I had no intentions of pursuing anything with anyone else, and if he didn't want me talking to anyone, then I should have just stayed home. I huffed out my frustrations and headed down to burn the rest off in a sweat. 

I lost track of time on the treadmill, running until I had a stitch in my side that had to be walked off. I moved to the machines and worked each muscle until exhaustion. Heading to the water fountain to refill my water bottle, I heard my phone ping. It was Namjoon.