Something In The Rain

Perfect

"Soni come on, live a little, your 20 years old for crying out loud."
My bestfriend Anne, trying to convince me to go out with her and some of our co-workers.
" Sorry Anne, my mom's back in town and she wants to see me, and Hoseok." I tried to plaster a smile while mentioning my soon-to-be husband. I and Hoseok were to be married in a year, and I have barely gotten to know anything about him in the 4 years we have been in this "relationship". On the other hand, I was surprisingly excited to see her. She went on a trip to the US for a while to accompany my dad in the expansion of the business. 

"Wow Soni, for a second I almost believed you were madly in love." Anne teased. I roll my eyes as I rummage through my purse.
"I really wish I could come and dance to awful techno music with a bunch of sweaty strangers." Anne snorts as I stand and place a couple of bills on the table. I put my coat on and hug Anne. "See you tomorrow," I say as we part. As I walk to my mother's apartment, I enjoy the fresh night breeze and enjoy this time I have to myself. I do the same thing every day, work, hang out with Anne or Hosoek, and go home. Sometimes it's boring but I have to remember what I'm doing this for. Make my parents happy, I'm an only child, and my parents were hard on me. What other people thought mattered because my Dad is the CEO of Lee's Television. Our family is in the public's eye. I have to be the polished, successful, and most of all obedient daughter, with a successful and handsome husband. My parents very much approved of Hoseok, who wouldn't?
Running his family business, with his bestfriend, with a smile that could light the world, and was a family man. Has his priorities in order and knows what he wants, and yet I can't find it in myself to love him. He's serious about his business, and his only idea of fun is occasional drinking. My parent's idea of the perfect ideal man, and I guess mine too because that's all I have ever been exposed to, Anne is the closest thing I get to spontaneous and wild. I was told to be nothing less than perfection, anything for my parents.
"Yes, Mom?" It was weird she was calling, due to the fact that I was on my way to her.
"I'm not going to be able to meet you tonight. Your father has a faculty party at the offices, so swoonsome higher-ups to work with us, and it turns out I need to be there."
I sigh into the phone, looks like I'm walking home.
" Okay, just-

And she hung up. I let out another loud sigh and turn around to make my way to my home. I could call it a cab but I like walking. I least I did until I felt tiny bulbs of water hitting my skin. It's raining. I look up to loud laughing and cheering. There's a group of people, around my age, running around, seeming to enjoy the rain. I haven't done that since I was about six years old, and my mother scolded me for tracking mud all over the house. 
As I watch them, one of the boys stands out to me. His smile is wide and boxy, his dark hair wet and sticking to his forehead. As if he feels me staring, he stops dancing and turns slightly...

Taehyung's POV(the same night)
"Jungkook seriously, you gotta lay off the alcohol." I chuckle as I lay my very intoxicated best friend and roommate on the couch. As soon as he hits the cushions he falls sound asleep. As I walk to the kitchen I hear our roommate Namjoon shut the front door and watch him and the girl he met at the club make their way upstairs, whispering sweet nothings the whole way. I lightly laugh while grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. I've known both of them since we were in high school. Jungkook and I were both on the basketball team. My dad always pushed me to be good, so I could get a scholarship to a good college and have more and better chances at life than he ever did. I come from a broken home, cancer took my mom when I was eleven. When she left, she took a piece of my dad with her. After losing their mom he was never the same, got drunk and hung out with his Cocaine buddies, and used me as his personal punching bag.
I had to toughen up and take care of myself so I could get the hell out of there, so that's what I did.
I made my way up the stairs to my room, changed my clothes, sat at my desk, and started drawing. I think drawing is what kept me sane. I got bored with that and decide to strum a random tune on my guitar. Trying to ignore the moaning coming from Joon's room. An hour later Jk comes up the steps and flops down on my bed. Jungkook is like a little brother to me. He was a foster child, grew up with a bunch of different people, and has seen a lot of bad things. Bounced around from house to house until he was eight-teen. Then we worked our asses off so we can get our place. From there we did everything together. As we sat in silence for a while we heard raindrops hitting the window.
The rain has always been calming to me and made me feel safe. We turn and looked out the window. Jungkook jumped up, grabbed my speaker, and made his way to the stairs, "Come on!" He called out to me over his shoulder as he banged on Joon's room door. "Joon, you and your girly friend put some clothes on, it's raining!" Why Jungkook wanted to go outside while it was raining, I don't know. But, regardless I jumped up, threw a hoodie on, grabbed my guitar, and followed Jk downstairs. He plays some songs, and I sit on the steps and play my guitar to match the melody. Namjoon and his girly friend come out and she sits down next to me on the steps while Joon chases Jk around for interrupting his time with her.

The girl watches them, "You guys are close huh?" I look up from my guitar, at the boys. Jungkook somehow managed to jump on Joons back, "Basically bothers." I look at her with a soft smile. " Well, let's go help your brother." She stands, grabs my hand, and pulls me up. The next song plays and we're screaming the lyrics, standing in the middle of the street like idiots. I feel eyes on me, I assume it is one of our neighbors trying to figure out the hell we're doing. Turn my head, only to find a girl around our age, staring at me. As soon as we lock eyes, she turns her head away from me. She is extremely pretty, her short hair, swaying heavily from the rain. Big doe eyes. She walks up the street and turns the corner without looking back