Imagine -
You were sitting in a taxi. The vast city and it's bright light are slowly fading away as the driver takes you to your apartment, located in a quiet neighborhood. Along the way this song plays ' the truth untold ' and immediately your eyes rest on the soft rain outside, watching the tiny drops slide down the window, watching your own reflection. The green light turns red. The taxi stops. You see a blurry figure. You look closer. Jimin. He stands on the sidewalk alone, soaked. Without thinking you quickly opened the door and make eye contact with him. His brown eyes meet yours and it stays there, locked. Time becomes an illusion. Everything around you doesn't move. Suddenly there's a honking form behind and that's when you realized the light has turned green. The taxi driver turns around to look at you, curious as to why you've opened the door. You quickly hand the man whatever money you have and run out to the sidewalk where Jimin is supposed to be.
However he's gone.
You feel tricked. You feel stupid. You hate yourself for falling for him because it's only his ghost. Every time it rains at nights with this song playing he pays you a visit. If it wasn't for you he'd still be around, still be smiling by your side. It's all because of that accident seven years ago when you called to him as you saw him standing alone soaked on the sidewalk. You remember him spinning around when he heard your voice, him smiling and running towards you. You were sitting inside the taxi while propping the door open for him to get it but it was raining hard and cars were moving left and right. He never made it across. His last words still haunt you :
" I'm coming, my love. "
