>>lost<< Yoonmin

VI

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I wake up on the couch, my living room swarming with shadows. I sit straight up and my eyes scan the room, my memory slowly surfacing. A passing car throws lights over the walls and ceiling before I'm submerged in darkness again. I consider making my way to my bed but as I stand up I realize I am far from tired and sleep seems distant and unfamiliar.
I remember that I'm falling behind in work, I've got a deadline in a few days and I haven't filled my photo portfolio yet. I throw on a hoodie and grab my camera bag, moving to the door to pull on my shoes. I shove out into the hallway quietly, down the flight of stairs at the end, and slip out the lobby door into the cool air.
As I meander down the quiet, barren sidewalk I can't help but think of my boss and the small company I work for. My boss is an aspiring photographer, who went from taking photos as a hobby to doing it professionally. She recruited people over time and now considers our group a small company. We may not be big or well-know , but she definitely believes that one day we will be.
For now, while business is slow, she gives us monthly themes and puts what she determines are the best for the theme on the company social media she runs. It helps draw customers in and gives interested people a peek at what we can do and what we specialize in.
This months theme is simply winter life. She decided with the bitter cold recently that we need some green and a reminder that there is still beauty and life in a cold landscape.
My gaze lazily sweeps over the landscape as I search for anything that pertains to the theme. The rain has stopped falling, but the temperature has dropped again and some of the lingering droplets have frozen in place, the dark world glistening at any hint of light.
The air still smells of rain and my mind wonders to earlier today, my second encounter with Park Jimin, my rain. I remember his soaked face as he gazed at me with those puddles of eyes he has. He must have been cold, I realize. Standing there in the rain with me instead of inside where it is warm. I can't help but wonder if he came out solely because he noticed me. The thought makes my heart flutter and I shake my head, a small grin spreading across my lips.
I refocus on my surroundings and realize I have walked a few more blocks. I recall that there is a small park nearby and turn, walking to where I remember it being. As I continue my journey I contemplate the theme and hope I can find something beautiful at the park that hasn't been waterlogged by the rain. As I am mentally making a list of what to look for, and what I would ideally photograph for this theme, Jimin's face returns to my mind. Wet, trembling, but still smiling at me. He would be beautiful for this theme. The thought floats like water through my mind, lapping gently over my other thoughts until they have been washed flat like sand under waves. Jimin, in that moment, was proof that there are still beautiful things that bloom in the cold. I smile again, wishing I really could have caught that moment in a photo, and stroll down the remainder of the sidewalk before the park spreads out before me.

[Sorry for the delay, writers block is rough! I hope you all enjoy the story and continue reading!]