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• Rainy Day : B-Joo •

The heavy pitter patter of raindrops dropping onto the sidewalk and puddles of water that had collected near the curbs sounded throughout the cold midday air. Once in a while a car driving by, tires zooming over the wet concrete.

Of course the day you desired to walk to your favorite café, it had started to pour. Even worse, you were wearing a white t-shirt, and there was no umbrella in your possession to protect yourself from the chill, needle like droplets. You counted down the numbers on the traffic light, putting a little pep in your step as the time on it was coming to an end and you'd have to wait until the white walking sign popped up again.

Sadly, you didn't make it, pouting at your poor timing. The speed of the car driving past the curb caused dirty water to splash upwards and onto the cotton shirt. Your fists balled up, and you stomped your foot and groaned in frustration. "You can stand under my umbrella if you'd like," a stranger offered.

Looking over at him, your eyes became transfixed on his stunning features. "Uh, sure. Thanks." You slowly stepped beside him and below the black umbrella. "My name is Byungjoo," he smiled.
"(y/n)." He stared at his feet for a moment before making eye contact again, speaking. "So where are you headed?"

"I was walking over to this café. Right down there," you told him, pointing towards the direction it was in. "May I join you?" It was odd for a complete stranger to ask such a question, but there weren't any warning bells going off in your head to tell you it was unsafe to be around Byungjoo. You felt surprisingly comfortable around him. "Sure," you agreed.

"Here, hold this," Byungjoo said, handing you the umbrella. He removed his jacket, taking the umbrella back, and holding it out for you to take. "Why are you-" you trailed off, noticing him glancing at your chest and clearing his throat. You looked down, able to see your black bra through the damp shirt.

You grumbled, throwing on the jacket, zipping it. "Thanks...again." "You're welcome," he chuckled. You gave him a side smile. The light had finally flashed, indicating it was okay to cross the street.

Time Skip

Byungjoo was actually a very interesting and kind person. You were learning a lot about him as the two of you sat inside the cozy café, sipping on your coffees. "I've been in this group ever since 2013. It brings me lots of joy to make music I love and to see all the people who support us cheering, but this job can also be quite difficult at times.

For example, living in a dorm room with 10 other guys can have its many ups and it can also have its many, many downs. Now don't get me wrong, I enjoy my fellow members company and they're like brothers to me, but at times I just wish to be alone and be able to breathe. Some peace and quiet, you know?"

You nodded your head as he continued on the entertainment business portion of his spiel. "Sometimes I feel like a puppet. Like I can't be myself half the time. The nonstop "do this" and "do thats". This industry has starved me, deprived me of sleep and love, and put so much stress on me over the past four years.

But even so, I'll never give it up. I love being apart of Topp Dogg, and making my fans happy with the music we create." He took another drink of his coffee before sighing. "Sorry about that. Guess I really just needed to get all of that off my chest, and you happened to be the one to hear it." "It's fine. I thought your rant was kinda cute," you grinned.

Byungjoo's cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as he bit his lower lip to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. You heard a phone ringing, and thought it was yours until Byungjoo reached into his pocket, answering the call. "Alright, I'm on my way, hyung."

Turning towards you, he gave an apologetic smile. "Looks like I gotta get back to the practice room." "Well it was great meeting you, Byungjoo. I had a nice time talking." You held your hand out for him to shake, which he didn't hesitate to do. Making it to the door, he sharply turned back towards where you sat.

"Are you free Saturday?" he asked. Your heart raced with the thoughts of what he could say next. "Yes." "Good, because I'd like to take you out to dinner. Does six o'clock sound fine?" "That's fine with me," you nodded, holding back squeaks of excitement. You hurriedly grabbed a pen from your purse, jotting down your phone number on a napkin. He took the thin paper with both hands, grinning from ear to ear. "Alright. See you then." And with that, he was out the door, walking down the street.

A breathe that was being held captive in your lungs finally broke free as you giggled in happiness. Saturday was now one of the most anticipated days of your life.

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