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I slow my pace down to a walk after a moment, my lungs unable to breathe properly as I keep on choking back my sobs. I bend over my knees to catch my breath, but I somehow end up on my knees, my fists clenched against the wet asphalt.
The little droplets of water that have been falling from the sky for the past minutes soon turn into a hardcore waterfall. My clothes and hair become soaked as the water rinses out the salty tears on my cheeks.
The loud sound of the rain covers my sobs, which irritates me a bit to be quite fair, so I sit up and roll my head back to holler all the voice left inside of me.
It's probably not the best idea to scream right now, especially not when I have the whole town on my ass, but I can't help it.
It feels too damn good to let it all out.
"Fuck..." my voice, almost inaudible, breaks while I close my eyes as I let the rain consume me entirely.
The sirens wail behind me, and I try so hard to get up on my feet and go, but my mind thinks otherwise. I remain on my knees, head tilted up to the sky and the rain slams down onto my face without mercy. Slowly, I bring my arms out on each side of my body and close my eyes.
I breathe.
The sirens get closer, the rain falls harder,
and I breathe deeper.
"Yuna!" a rauque voice bursts out and I feel a pairs of hands scooping me up violently. My eyes shoot open when I realize I'm being carried in someone's arms.
My gaze darts up to recognize the face and I feel my limbs going numb at the sight.
My arms instinctively wrap around Hoseok's neck and I stare at him in shock, my mind slowly proceeding the fact that he came to my rescue. I peek over his shoulder and I discern Yoongi pushing past some people to catch up to us.
"Where's Jimin?!" Hoseok speaks loudly to cover the blaring sound of the rain and the footsteps he struts while my heart clenches tightly in my chest.
I look down at his collarbone, a few cigarette burns peeking out here and there since his wet shirt moves across his skin. I find myself getting lost on the marks.
