after sunset | ᴮᵀˢ × ᴶᴴˢ

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It didn't take long until my clothes were completely soaked due to the heavy rain coming from above. The rain was pouring down like a waterfall, and the drops looked like little diamonds falling from the skies above. I knew I should have been looking for shelter, somewhere to hide from the rain, but I couldn't bring my feet to move.

I was looking up to the cloud filled sky, it was grey. The whole city was dull, almost dark, but I knew hidden behind all those clouds was the sunrise. I felt the raindrops on my skin, running down my face until they dropped from my skin onto my soaked clothes. I didn't care that I was soaked, somehow it was soothing. And even though it was dull, it wasn't cold.

I studied the cloud filled sky, searching for a hole to see through and watch the sunrise. There was none. For a while I just looked up, sometimes closing my eyes as the raindrops would fall right into my eyes. And after a few minutes I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the raindrops on my skin. It felt like they were washing away all my worries, like they were trying to get rid of the dullness of the city. It was nice.

And suddenly the rain was gone. No raindrop made its way to my skin anymore. It almost scared me, I didn't want the rain to stop.

When I opened my eyes again, looking up above me I found nothing but the color green. It took me a moment to realize that it was an umbrella and I decided to find out about the reason why it was suddenly there.

I followed the metal wires of the umbrella and when I looked to my right I found the reason for the sudden appearance of the green umbrella. A boy stood right beside me, looking at me with a really unique smile. His eyes turned into crescents while smiling and I found myself wanting to pinch his squishy cheeks. He looked so cute with his hair pushed back and this adorable smile on his face. He was wearing a fluffy grey sweater, and I suddenly wanted to hug the boy.

I wondered who this cute boy was, but I thought it would be wiser to wait for him to start to speak.

"Why are you out here?" he asked me. I liked his voice, it was quiet, but I was able to understand him perfectly fine. I took a glance up at the umbrella before I decided to answer.

"I don't know." I answered truthfully. I didn't know why I was outside in the rain. I didn't even remember how I got outside in the first place, I just was. I just was there, outside, opening my eyes and hoping to find the sunrise greeting me.

The boy studied me, I felt his gaze on me. I turned to look at him again, noticing for the first time that his clothes were soaked too even though he had been under the umbrella for the whole time.

"Your clothes are just as soaked as mine." I suddenly said even though I had had no intention of letting my thoughts get past my lips. He smiled at me again.

"That's because your clothes are soaked as well, hyung." He answered, still wearing this unique smile. I didn't understand the connection between his clothes and mind. I also didn't understand why he called me 'hyung'. Did he know me? Who was I?

"Hyung?" he let out in his quiet tone as I didn't respond. I bent my head slightly to the left, looking at him. He seemed worried and I asked myself: why? I felt a frown on my face as something deep inside me wanted to see him smile. "Hobi hyung?" he added, blinking a few times. I then noticed a slighty pout on his lips.

I brought my right head up to his cheek, caressing it softly as I like his soft skin under my touch. He smiled softly and I suddenly felt content again.

"Hobi hyung?" I repeated. I was aware of the fact that it sounded rather like a question than me just repeating his words. He nodded.

"That's your name, hyung. Well, actually your name is Hoseok." He let out, smiling slight, but suddenly there was worry on his face again. "Don't you remember, hyung?" He asked as he noticed my obvious confusion.

"No, I don't." I answered truthfully, again. He closed his eyes for a few moments, leaning against the touch of my hand on his cheek. He let out a soft sigh before he opened his eyes again, looking straight at me. There were tears in his eyes, but I decided not to question why he was sad.

"Do you remember me?" he then asked. His voice was even quieter than before, but I was still able to make out the waver in his voice and the drop at the end. He looked up at me with those hopeful eyes, and I felt bad for having to disappoint him.

I didn't remember him. Was I supposed to remember him?

"I don't remember you. I'm sorry." I answered. My gaze didn't leave his. I noticed every change in the expression of his face, the different emotions that played over it in the span of seconds.

"I'm Jimin, hyung." He said, and suddenly tears made their way down his cheeks. I couldn't stop myself from comparing them to the raindrops that were falling to the ground around us. However, his tears were so much more beautiful that the raindrops would ever be.

I did feel bad for making him cry, but his tears were beautiful diamonds.

He made a steps towards me, hugging me closely to his chest. I felt his hair slightly tickling the skin at my throat, and I smiled.

He let go of the umbrella, causing it to fall to the ground. For a few moments both of us didn't care as the raindrops were falling upon us again, but soon I crouched down in order to grab the umbrella. As I stood again I was alone. Jimin was gone, just as suddenly as he had been there.

I looked up at the sky, squinting my eyes as I noticed the rain had turned red.

"Did you take him from me?" I asked to the sky even though I knew there was nobody to answer my question.

I felt a shiver running down my spine as the heavy red rain turned into simple drizzle. I was shocked, almost worried that the rain would leave me just as Jimin did. I let my head fall down, my gaze dropping to the ground.

I noticed there was blood dripping down my left forearm. At first I thought it was rain, but it was blood. I raised my arm to take a closer look at the cause of all the blood. I noticed there were three names engraved into my skin. Namjoon, Seokjin and Jimin.

So Jimin didn't leave me after all, but who were Namjoon and Seokjin? Was I supposed to know them?

I wiped the blood away with my right hand, using my shirt as a tissue. I had to smile slightly as I repeated the names over and over in my head.

"Whoever you are, I won't forget about you." I stated, right as the first ray of the sunlight hit my skin. I could finally see the sun.