The sun was just about to set, yet the sky grew so dark that you would have thought it was the middle of the night. At first, the only sound outside was the humidity. The air somehow as comforting as the blankets and pillows you were wrapped in. However, when the sky began darkening, all you had to do was head to your kitchen to get a glass of water and crawl back in bed, which was just about the size of your room, before a heavy wind settled. As the thickness of the storm grew so did your anxiety.
Your room was literally just big enough to fit your twin-sized bed and your desk just a few steps away, you could have reached it from where you were laying. All that was in the room besides that was a window just next to you, a small pathway to the door which led to the rest of your apartment, not much larger than your bedroom itself, and your cat Mochi. He was hiding under the desk. You beckoned him to curl up next to you, but he knew all of your tricks and fell for none of them. “Scaredy cat,” you retorted, rolling over and turning your back to him as you silently pouted.
You had tried to hide yourself in under your blankets and ignore the imminent storm. Immediately, rain started pouring. At first the sound was gentle, so you allowed it to lull you asleep. But then it quickly became overpowering, making it so you couldn’t see anything but rain and the collision it made with the pavement outside. You winced when you could sense flashes of light, making you feel anxious because you knew that you would hear thunder just as intense as the brightness of the lightning.
As much as you didn’t want to admit it, the rumbling of the thunder scared you. You could feel it vibrate your house it was so powerful. Mochi scattered out of the room, as you had left the door cracked open, to find a less exposing hiding spot.
Though your bed was only meant for one, and occasionally the addition of your cat, you could feel an absence as heavy as the rainfall outside. You felt like this when you became anxious on stormy nights or wistful during light rainfalls. You picked up your phone as you were under the covers and called the only person who could fill that gap and make you feel at ease, “Jin..”
“Wae..?” He answered drowsily, “What is it?” The smoothness in his voice was absent, but you found that the grogginess comforted you. You felt you were conversing with a Jin that only he allowed himself to reveal in front of you that way.
Another sound of thunder erupted. You were only wearing a tank top but that’s not why you shivered.
It had been a few hours since the storm started, and it was now really late. “I’m sorry I woke you..” Though this type of weather made you afraid to be alone, it was the first time you were calling Jin because of it. You wanted to at least hear his voice, feel some part of his presence, so that he could ease your anxiousness. “It’s just that I can’t sleep.”
You sat up on the edge of your bed, your blanket wrapped around you but your bare feet exposed and touching the floor.
He must have sensed there was something wrong with your voice, sense some part of your uneasiness. He didn’t sound sleepy any more. But the grogginess was still there. After a pause, he answered, “It’s okay. I’ll stay with you on the phone until you can."
"Okay."
"Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
Jin’s voice, or just his presence, must had soothed you so much that when the next sound of thunder approached you practically jumped. You heard muffled sounds coming from your phone, but in a split second a bright flash of lightning illuminated your whole room so you braced yourself by diving back onto your bed, making sure your face was buried in your pillow. You must have chucked your phone across the room in the process, because you noticed it lying on the floor.
You grew enough courage to escape from the safety of your bed and bend down to pick it up. The screen was cracked and it was turned off, permanently. You silently cursed.
However, you didn’t have much time to freak over your broken phone before the power went out. You had your desk lamp on, hating the idea of only having the illumination of frequent lightning strikes. You checked the lights in your apartment hall, reluctantly, just to verify that it was a blackout. It was.
You sighed, more out of uneasiness than disbelief. You rushed back to your bedroom as you heard more thunder, the kind that made you feel it could shake the entire building. You jumped back in your covers, grabbing a flashlight from under your bed.
Then you heard a knock at your door. It surprised you, so you just laid in bed, registering it for a moment. The only thing you could think of was that it was Jin, concerned about the disconnection. His dorm was only a few blocks away after all.
You dismissed the idea, just as the knocking continued. Extremely reluctantly, you inched your way out into the more open space of your living area and then the front door.
You answered, probably looking ridiculous due to lack of sleep, a blanket wrapped over your head, and a flashlight in one hand with your other on the doorknob, just staring at your neighbor, who had knocked on your door, slightly wildly but more paranoid about nothing in particular.
Namjoon lived right across the hall from you, “Hey, can I borrow a flashlight? I keep tripping over things just trying to find mine.” He didn’t seem phased by your appearance, just physically in pain. He winced as he rubbed his forehead, “It was kind of a challenge to get over here.”
You looked at him as if you were concerned, for his tendencies towards mayhem that was. "Yeah, sure." Namjoon was usually always asked you for odd favors, usually to borrow or fix something, even though you kept telling him you were as good as fixing things as he was at keeping them fixed.
"Hey, Namjoon, do you have a cell I could borrow? I kind of broke mine."
"I see our roles have reversed," he laughed lightly, then stopped, "I left it in my apartment.. So I'll have to get it and bring it back.."
Uncertain about the idea, you just handed Namjoon the flashlight you had in your hand instead of searching fifteen minutes to find him another one, "You'll need it more than me."
Since your neighbor left, you tried finding yourself another flashlight, taking a moment every two minutes to wrap your blanket in front of your face. You felt ridiculous.
Before you could succeed in your search, you heard another knock at the door, expecting Namjoon but finding a soaking wet- "Jin!"
"Yah, Y/N!" He scolded feebly, eyes wide, sounding more scared than upset. You could tell he had been genuinely worried. "Y-You sounded so scared over the phone, and then the connection was suddenly cut off..” You could also tell he was a bit out of it.
"Sorry!" You exclaimed, feeling how drenched Jin was in his black hoodie. He walked in and closed the door behind him, taking in a breath as if he was exhausted and taking of his hood. The ends of his hair were wet and sticking to his face and back of his neck. "My phone broke.. Or well I broke it.." you stayed as if you were guilty. "Sorry I made you come all the way over here.. I didn't know you would get so worried that you'd.. well, in the pouring rain and.. I mean it's lightning outside, Jin! Why'd you come over?"
He was unzipping his hoodie now, causing you to notice that his inside shirt was a little damp.
Another flash of lightning. You braced yourself this time by squeezing your eyes shut. Jin, who was right in front of you, your forehead inches from his chest, calmly placed his hands over your ears before you had the chance to. Despite his collected demeanor, he shook a little. You couldn't tell if it was him shivering from the cold or because of the thunder.
"I was worried because I know how much you hate thunder.. You just never called me before.. I didn't want you to be alone," he stated quietly. It was a statement Jin made very affectionately, allowing you to feel some sort of assurance that he was trying to take care of you, even though he may not have known what he was trying to say.
You smiled at the floor, his hands still cupped around your ears. Taking both his hands, you placed them back at their sides and quickly ran to your room. You returned with a hoodie he had lent you awhile ago. It was in the bottom drawer of your desk, but you admitted you took it out every once in awhile when you missed Jin the most. Fortunately he had been away to make you feel like that for awhile. There was something about him that always lingered, made you feel looked over and cared after constantly.
You conveniently returned back to your room, continuing your search for your flashlight. You didn't really need it, and you had only used one for some kind of comfort which you didn't really need while Jin was here, but you needed something to do instead of blush and wait for Jin to change his t-shirt. He would have secretly waited for you to be not be paying attention until he did anyway, even if that would have given him only twenty seconds.
Jin was now in his hoodie, sitting at the edge of your bed, as you pulled out the flashlight you really didn't need from under your bed. You had to admit it was more of a challenge than it should have been.
He just looked at you, a little affectionately, a small smiling playing at the edges of his lips, as you tried really hard to keep yourself calm with the thunder. Though you had to admit it was easier with Jin present. You looked at him and noticed the wet ends of his hair and the soft look on his face that never seemed to leave.
You two didn't really have to talk to enjoy each other's company. Especially now when Jin knew all you needed was for him to be there. It was for something actually quite small, a little quirk about you, but it made you appreciate him a lot more.
Suddenly, you heard another knock at the door, a subtle resemblance of the banging thunder outside. It was so startling, you jumped a bit, but Jin almost leapt of the bed in terror.
The knocking continued, and you noticed him lean over on both his hands on the floor, taking in a sigh of relief. You couldn’t help but laugh, placing an extra blanket on him. He wrapped it around himself and sat up, his face distraught. You couldn’t help but take in the moment.
Before you could get the door, he stood up determinedly, “I’ll get it,” he stopped you.
“It’s probably Namjoon, to return my flashlight,” you followed after him.
“Who is Namjoon? And why does he have your flashlight?” He questioned, exasperated. Jin opened the door, to find an apologetic looking Namjoon.
“Oh-“ he was caught off guard, “Hey, Y/N. Thanks for letting me borrow your flashlight, I found mine.”
Jin just shook his head in acknowledgement. “No problem,” you said behind Jin, and he closed the door, seemingly annoyed.
You were confused for a moment, until you realized he was just upset over the fact that Namjoon had scared him.
You thought his pouting was a bit cute, and as he turned to go back to your room, you were about to tease him. You looked at Jin, scrunching up your nose, and he returned a soft look, easing the tenseness in his face. Without warning, a crack of thunder split through the air and you both flinched.
Jin immediately grabbed your hand, yelling a short “woo” as he dashed back to your room and then launched onto your bed. Nervously giggling, you quickly followed and fit yourself in the space between Jin and your desk.
He just wrapped your blanket around you and hugged you. His shoulders were so broad and his embrace so big, you fit perfectly and completely in his arms.
You wrapped your arms around his waist as tightly as you could, and somehow you both ended up like that on your bed, completely wrapped up in each other. The storm still remained steady, but you were completely fine, listening to Jin talk about things like what he was going to for his next EatJin, the misbehaviors of Odeng and Eomuk, or how you really should play with Mochi more so he wasn't so grumpy with you, because of course the cat liked Jin more than you. For awhile you were both facing each other, breathing and laughing over the smallest things Jin said or how you had spontaneously and wistfully (over the idea of being able to actually cook) whispered, "Teach me how to cook," while you were listening to him in the same space.
After awhile, Jin had turned on his back, just staring at the ceiling, while you were right up against him and his right arm was under your head and playing with your hair, his free hand behind his head. The whole time he never ceased to soothe you with the sound of his talking, and you him with your soft laughs, until you both had completely calmed. Eventually you both were sleeping as soundly as children, totally relaxed, hearts light by soaking in the presence of each other.
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A/N: so this is a little bite-sized fluff I wrote a long time ago (like years, ahah). but I like re-reading it when I need something soft (or just jin). it’s perfect for summer-y, rainy nights, so i thought i’d share, enjoy~ ♥♥
