Rain [yoonmin]

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JIMIN’S POV

Paper boats reminded me of my childhood. It reminded me how Yoongi and I used to make many of them using our origami sheets and release them in the puddles in our garden. 

The rain that used to make me feel alive once, the rain that used to make me ecstatic,just feels boring now. It feels suffocating and blue. 

But the children on the streets seemed like they were enjoying it way too much. Playing with paper boats, skipping over puddles, dancing in the rain.

I envy them. 

Have you ever seen sparrows enjoying the rain? I wonder how they are never afraid of those big drops of rain hitting their small bodies. They always make me wonder. Sparrows are wonderful creatures. Mindless and carefree, they chirp all day, flying from here to there without a break. 

I envy them too. 

Things happen and they make us resent something. Something we never wanted to resent. Things that we always want to keep close to us. For me that thing was the rain. 

In my life, I barely have any certainty. I am always worried. Mostly about my parents. The rain just makes me even more worried. It makes me nervous and reminds me of things I don’t want to be reminded of.

Thankfully, I had Yoongi, the only certainty in my life. The only real person in my life.

We both have the best friends and at a glance our life would seem perfect. But at the end of the day we are both exhausted. But at least we have each other. At least when we are together the white noise ebs away and everything else feels stupid and it’s just us. 

My empty room was filled with the sound of my sighs and the noise of the rain. 

I was missing Yoongi. We were out cycling a while back. Cycling with him was one of my muses. We would go around in circles going past the flower shops and the lake. It was pretty. Yoongi’s laughter, his voice, spending even the littlest of time with him was something that gave me immense happiness. 

Yoongi promised me that he will make me fall in love with the rain, one day. And I knew he would. 

But then my mom called and he came home with me, dropped me here, kissed me goodbye and went back. To his place. Which is our home. 

Why did mom have to call me when she would only be busy with work? 

To ask me to forgive dad? To give him another chance? I wonder how many second chances a person needs.Only, the second chance doesn’t remain a second chance anymore, it becomes a third and a fourth and a fifth and they keep making the same mistakes again and again. 

My hands were aching from all the writing in my journal so I put it away. 

All of these thoughts just made my head hurt. So I lay my head on my window sill and closed my eyes. The rain fell on my face but I didn’t mind it. 

I thought about our ride. It was pleasant, we had a good time in Jin Hyung and Namjoon’s cafe. Yoongi and I were just happy around each other. But we also shared each other’s pain. That’s just who we were. 

Two extremely ordinary boys with big dreams, just in love with each other. 

YOONGI’S POV 

I loved the rain. And I loved the boy who made me fall in love with the rain. Park Jimin, my surrealistic  boyfriend. He’s beautiful and he’s warm and he makes me, me. 

By the time I reached home, I was drenched. And I was missing him. 

I guess when the universe tries to mess with you, you just need to mess with it as well.