Jimin was running through heavy rain, holding his hoodie over his head, trying to protect his well cared for blonde hair, failing miserably. He was drenched in the cold water that poured mercilessly since 2 hours ago. He had promised his boyfriend that he'd be home at that time, but it had started to pour right after he had finished the phone call. He hid in the closest coffee shop, trying to wait it out. When he looked up at the sky, he could see the clouds would not give up any time soon. After a while of nervously tapping his foot on the linoleum floor, he ran out the door, sprinting as fast as he could, sneakers squelching every time they touched the pavement, as they filled up with the dirty water. Nobody was outside, it was deserted, nobody dared to step into the freezing rain. Jimin was impatient to get back with the one he loved and that's why he had decided to sprint. He was almost at his destination, when a speeding car passed by him, going straight through the huge puddle of water, splashing the entire blond figure. Jimin skidded to a stop and turned around, running after the car with his fists in the air, cursing the driver. He looked out of his mind as his wet blond locks stuck to his face, covering his brown, hazel eyes. Feeling dejected, he slumped over, not caring anymore about the water that poured down on him. This day could not get any worse. Before the phone call with his boyfriend, his boss had announced that he's firing him, due to financial difficulties in the company. He was afraid to bring the news home, and told himself he'd tell his lover tomorrow. He just wanted to get home and cuddle his red headed bear.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked the rest of the steps to the foot of his apartment. Before walking into the building, the blond tries to squeeze out the water from his sweater. Once he deemed it dry enough he took out the keys from his pocket and slots it into the keyhole and unlocks the door. After closing the door behind himself, he starts removing the cold sweater and the sticky shirt, then walks further inside. A smile had already made it's place on his face, when he thinks about the boy he's about to run to with open arms. Humming a random song to himself, he places his wet clothes in the laundry room. Not seeing his boyfriend on the couch his eyebrows knit together in slight confusion. He couldn't have gone to sleep. Jimin thinks to himself. Hoseok would always fret over the blond boy, waiting on him, no matter how tired he was. Glancing in the kitchen, he didn't catch a glimpse of the red head, so he headed towards the bedroom. He suddenly stopped in his tracks the moment he heard the muffled sounds coming from the slightly ajar door to their bedroom. Running a hand through his still wet hair, Jimin's heart speeds up. Approaching the door slowly, he listens carefully. The muffles sounded like someone was struggling. He quickly pranced at the door, slamming it open. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the boy he loved, laying under a woman. A woman that was in very revealing underwear. Both her and Hoseok faced the door and saw the drenched half naked boy in the doorway. The red head's eyes shot open wide as panic hit him even harder. The girl's eyes were wide as well, as she quickly placed her hands over Hoseok's mouth, before he had a chance to speak up.
"Hi, you must be Jimin!" She exclaims, a fake smile plastered across her face. The blond didn't answer as he stood frozen in place. Not believing what he was seeing. Just yesterday, he and Hoseok had been cuddling on that very bed, talking about their future and how'd they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.
Hoseok had started to struggle against the woman's hold, who was surprisingly strong, despite her petite figure. He looked back at his boyfriend, the panic stronger than ever evident in his face.
Jimin was blinded by the rainwater and the fresh tears that started flowing down his face, not noticing that his boyfriend was actually struggling to free himself from the woman's grasp. A choked 'Why?' had escaped the already broken boy. The moment he saw the red head lift himself up, the blond snapped and grabbed onto the doorway and pulled himself away, giving himself a push forward into a sprint even faster than the one he did outside in the rain not long ago. He crashed through the front door, flew down the stairs, the wind rushing through his hair.
