>>lost<< Yoonmin

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(Sorry for not updating in so long!)

Jimin and I eat happily, chatting quietly about my deadline this month and the weather. Jimin finishes his meal quickly, setting down his fork and leans back in his seat. A small smile plays across his lips and I gaze at him for a moment, turning my eyes back to my meal when he catches my gaze. Jimin chuckles softly and I can't help but smile as he leans forward and sips from his drink. I finish my own meal shortly after, followed by a short argument about who is going to handle the bill. Jimin finally forces me to concede, saying I already did enough for him and lays some money on the table. The waitress collects the cash and we head out, the sky a dreary shade of steel blue. The clouds roam thick and low, the promise of rain hanging in the humid air. Jimin and I walk slowly through the crowd, shoulders brushing as we slip through the stream of people. The crowd seems to have picked up on the approaching drizzle and slowly disperses, thinning gradually. Before we know it, small drops of water fall from the sky slowly, one after another. Jimin peers up at the sky and I look at him questioningly. After a moment he lowers his gaze and our eyes meet, his eyes sparkling a beautiful cobalt. His lips curve into a smile, followed by mine as a droplet hits his nose. I giggle quietly, eliciting a chuckle from him. We stand there for a moment as the rain begins falling faster and the tiny droplets turned into bigger raindrops. It isn't long before Jimin's hair is wet and streaks of water trail over his face and neck, and the rain begins thundering against the sidewalk and rooftops. Jimin's smile remains as he reaches over and brushes a wet strand of hair from my forehead.
"Spring showers, right?"
He inquires quietly, encouraging my mind to stray from the thought of water running over the elegant features of his face. I nod slowly as he looks around.
"What do you want pictures of than?"
He asks, returning his gaze to me. My gaze flutters over his features, then to his eyes.
You.
Is the first word that comes to mind, but I suppress the thought and purse my lips, peering around. He seems to have caught on though, and chuckles quietly.
"Perhaps we should keep the series going."
He teases and I realize he is referencing the photo of him that won last month. I nod slowly, a small smile playing across my lips. He grins and continues to inquire,
"What should I do?"
"What do you like to do?"
He shrugged at the question and again turned his face to the sky, closing his eyes as water splashed over his face.
"Don't move."
I order quickly, retrieving my camera.
"Hope its waterproof,"
He hums, a natural smile curving his mouth upward. I position myself, and lift the Caremark to my eye. I find him quickly in my lens, focusing on his tilted face and exposed neck.
Click.
I move to the side a bit, finding a good angle and a gain focus on his face, the world beyond him blurring.
Click.
I flip through the pictures quickly, nodding to myself as he peers at them over my shoulder. A water drop splashed over the screen, urging me to continue.
"Seriously Jimin, what do you do in your free time?"
I ask again and am answered with another shrug, but this time his cheeks become flushed with a light red. I smile and poke at his ribs, startling him.
"Cmon, what?"
I insist, studying him as he averts his eyes.