>>lost<< Yoonmin

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Somehow I have ended up here.
The 'somehow' being my persistent councilor and the 'here' being in a hard folding chair, a piece of a circle that has been constructed from them. Surrounding me are more people in chairs. The circle of chairs is almost complete, a small break existing to allow us to escape if we please, but not all the chairs are filled.
We sit and wait, for what, I am not sure, but I wait nonetheless.
The door behind me opens, sending a chilly wave of air over my body as another person enters.
I do not look, but hear them sit heavily next to me. I keep carefully to myself, closing my eyes to block out the harsh, unnatural lighting from above.
It is not long until someone enters from another door. The seem to be in charge, because as I open my eyes the man begins talking, and after a bit tells us to go around the circle and introduce ourselves. So we go around, telling our name and a bit about ourselves.
I pretty much block out what they are saying, until it comes to me.
"Min Yoongi."
I manage to say, but I am suddenly too aware of their eyes, they are watching, examining. Suddenly I am trembling and can't quite think of what I am supposed to say, or who I am really.
"Min Yoongi."
I repeat aloud, although I meant to only tell myself, and I feel their gazes intensify; curious, confused. I hunch my shoulders as if I could hide, block out the stares that say more than their words ever could.
I feel a light touch on my wrist and jerk away, lowering my head even more. Although the touch has gone, my wrist still feels cool, as if that cold touch had never left.
"It's alright. Just keep going."
Says the leaders firm voice. The person who got here late and sat beside me begins to speak, and I know immediately he is the one who touched me. Like his touch, his voice seems to wash over me like cool water. I am drawn in to his voice and realize he is not only water, but rain. He is like a gentle mist, brushing over my skin, and I relax a bit, forgetting the stares.
"I'm Park Jimin."
His voice is a comforting pitter patter against the ground.
"I live alone, and enjoy writing."
He says and the loss of his voice brings me back to the current moment. All too soon he is finished talking and it is back to the droning of lifeless sounds as the circle finishes.
There are more discussions, but I do not say a word the entire time. To my surprise neither does rain beside me.
Not rain.
I remind myself a bit harshly.
Park Jimin.
All too soon it is over and we are walking out as a group. Some talk or laugh quietly, but I only search for him. Rain. He managed to get out faster, but as I spot him, I grab his sleeve. He turns confused and I am left in shock as I meet his eyes. They are deep blue, speckled with teal and grey, and suddenly I am drowning in them.
"Do you need something?"
He looks confused and squirms uncomfortably, so I quickly release his sleeve.
"Sorry."
I stutter, and suddenly my tongue is an obstacle, I am tripping over it and can't seem to form proper words. I've never been good with words. That's why he is not beautiful, or a masterpiece, he is simply rain. Because those words are too large and complex, and I know rain. It is simple.
"Do you like the rain?"
The words come tumbling out, and despite looking like an idiot I am glad I said them at all. Confusion crosses his face.
"Not really. It only makes life difficult, and it's so wet and cold. Troublesome."
He says, and his voice is no longer a gentle pitter patter. It is small and biting, droplets that sting your skin as you run for cover. I bow deeply, shaking again.
"Sorry."
Is all I manage to say as he frowns once more and turns silently, giving only a small wave as he hurries off towards a girl that calls his name. I hadn't noticed her until now. How long had she been calling for him? She seems annoyed as he gets into the car she is driving, and suddenly rain is gone, but the dark, gloomy clouds remain.