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1. Thunderstorms in summer

Jimin

I was beginning to worry by habit. The grey devouring us from the skies always caused the blue to spread on the inside. I was studying blood brain barrier, which played a major role in protecting the most important organ in the body. It was intriguing to know what lay behind the protective skull, soft, gelly matter, but so vital.

I was immersed, not realizing that the clouds had turned furiously black with a tinge of furious yellow. When the thunder roared, I knew a riot was coming. The anxiety delved deeper, spreading its long nail-clad paws, spreading like a vine from the base of my spine to all over my body. As I opened one of the two doors of my bedroom which overlooked my backyard, I flickered at the blue towel that I'd put out for drying, all dripping wet now.

I closed the door again, not wanting to hear the noisy dins, but I couldn't stop the vibrations coming from thunderstorms, shaking my chest. The night is here. I shouldn't sleep tonight.

I sighed, looking at my bed. A mafia novel, two journals, two pens, two phones, two chargers, and my physiology book was covering the vast majority of the mattress. Straightening my spine as I stretched, inhaling deeply and then relaxing while exhaling, I grabbed all the objects one by one, placing them on a table.

I changed the sheets and pillow covers before putting books and journals back beside the pillows. I was acutely aware that I needed to cook something. After eating a heavy breakfast, I didn't feel the need for lunch, and now I doubted any place would deliver food.

I strode to the attached bathroom inside my room, the glass window on the wall filtering an eerie darkness inside, quickly replaced by the white light as I turned on the switch. I heard a piercing noise, unlike thunder.

I maneuvered my way out, my legs quickly taking me back to the door overlooking the backyard. There was a sliding mesh door behind the brown varnished one, through which I squinted outside. When the lightning lit up the sky and the grounds, I caught a peek at him.

There was a man in black clothes, his eyes so dark, they blended with the night, or perhaps it was an illusion as his face was covered behind a mask and the hood of his cap. What I noticed instantly was the dark ink appearing from his wrist and running all the way up, disappearing behind the folded sleeve of his right arm. His skin looked beautiful in contrast.

"Who are you?!" I raised my voice so he could hear me over the rain.

"My car skidded and there was a little accident," he spoke, the tenor of his voice high, but soft on ears. Then he started walking towards the sliding door. "I tried your neighbors, but no one would help me." He laughed at his own situation. He must be the carefree sort, unlike me, who got anxious just by looking at the color of the sky.

I hesitated, but his eyes were crinkling with shine in what I believed to be an attempt to smile lustrously. I couldn't see his whole face, but I was sure he found the situation amusing.

"What makes you think I'll help you?" I asked, relaxing a bit now, the familiarity growing between us.

"I have dessert," he raised his leather bag.

I smiled tentatively, my lips stretching wider at the absurdity of the situation. No, Jimin-ie. Don't take candy from strangers. If he turned out to be a kidnapper and a psychopath, I'll have fallen for the oldest trick in the book.

I slid the door open and before I had the chance to stride back to allow him in, he stepped his foot inside, his dripping, mid-knee boots squelching in the water now all over my floor.

"Oops, sorry about this," he noted the direction my gaze was pointed in. The fragrance swirled into my senses, something akin to wilderness and Freesia. He smelled freshly of Freesia. It had me tongue-tied for a moment. Then I slid the door close and beckoned him wordlessly.