Gray: it's raining :c
Yoon: i know c:
Hobi: I thought you liked rain baby?
Gray: i dooo but
Gray: my feet are wet :c
Gray: n i forgot my umbrella
Hobi: oh no!
Gray: n :c
Gray: m cold an sad
Jk: why didn't you tell me we could have shared my umbrella :c
Gray: i didn't want you to wait for me baby
Gray: can - can anyone give me a ride?
Jin: I'm sorry baby but I can't leave work for a while.
Jin: Can anybody else? I can send a car if not-
Tae: I'm still in class
Joon: I can come get you babe
Jk: ...uh
Tae: hyung
Jin: Namjoon. We talked about this
Joon: oh my god fuck off. Jimin's little he's not doing it I'll drive his car
Hobi: no way hyung
Gray: ?
Joon: don't listen to them
Yoon: he doesn't have a license
Gray: !!
Joon: I HAVE A LICENSE
Joon: I just. Can't find it.
Gray: so like...we won't die?
Joon: do you want to walk home in the rain or what
Gray: please come get me T^T
- Namjoon rolled up in Jimin's car and you dashed through the rain and jumped into the passenger seat.
"Hey baby," he greeted, smiling and flashing those dimples at you.
You grinned and leaned across to kiss one of them.
"Hi thank you," you replied.
"No problem. You look cold," he chuckled as you turned the heat on in the car and pointed the vents at yourself.
"I am," you pouted.
"Let's go get a hot drink," he said.
So he took you to a little cafe nearby and got a table by the windows so you could watch the rain because although you didn't like to get caught in it when you didn't have a coat or water proof shoes you did love rain. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and he smiled, saying he'd order you coffee. You hummed lightly as you went down the hall and into the bathroom, took care of things and then washed your hands, checking your hair in the mirror after you dried them and frowning because it was still a little damp.
Then you turned to go back out to him, opening the door to the restroom. You jumped a little when there was someone right outside of it, but then your eyes focused on the person and your mouth went dry, the breath knocked out of you.
"I thought that was you," that smooth voice from your nightmares said.
Your gaze slid up his muscular form to his face and you swallowed painfully. He was just as handsome as ever, just as edgy, just as striking. His dark hair was buzzed short on the sides and fell over his forehead in a tasteful mess. He had high sharp cheekbones and small, pretty, dark eyes, his nose straight and studded with a piercing on one side. You could see the black ink of a tattoo crawling up the side of his neck and memories of nights spent tracing it with your tongue flashed into your head.
