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6

Let's go jump out in a puddle, we have nothing to lose right?

— jm —

I stared at myself in the mirror as I pulled up the zipper to my rain coat.

I then pulled on the hood and exited the room, making my way down the hall. As I entered the living room I was met with the questioning face of one Min Yoongi.

"What? Is there something wrong with my hair?" I asked as he shook his head, wide-eyed.

"You're just cute, I guess, I dunno." He replied before looking away.

I smiled as I pulled on my rain boots and huffed. "Well, I'm going to go splash around for a while, you can come along if you wish."

He nodded before I headed out. I noticed a great big puddle right on the sidewalk and I began to run toward it.

I giggled as I splashed it in, I then grabbed some small pebbles and lined it, making it look artsy.

"I knew you'd be here."

I looked up and smiled, "Hi Tae."

"Hi Jiminie."

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"No way, that's like; so juicy." He mumbled before taking a sip from his glass.

We were making lunch.

"Mmhm, and turns out," I paused, moving closer to the latter. "He used to be an underground rapper with Namjoon."

Taehyung pursed his lips. "Do you have any gossip on Jungkook or am I just wasting my life away pining for him?"

"Who knows with that one." I sighed. Taehyung frowned as he looked at his phone screen.

"Boo, I forgot to pay my phone bill. It's due in 20 minutes I gotta dash." He mumbled.

I chuckled, Taehyung always had, had terrible memory.

"Bye~" he hummed as he made his way out.

"Bye!" I replied before the kitchen was silent again. The timer than rang. "Oh, the lamb skewers are done!"

— yg —

I watched as he zipped up his jacket, he was going back outside.

"You're going back out?" I asked curiously as he nodded proudly.

Fuck. That was cute.

"You can come too, if you want." He said with a smile before quickly bouncing out the door.

I watched out the window as he jumped in a puddle and laughed.

That was cute too.

I stood up and adjusted my hoodie before pulling the hood over my head. I then slipped on my slides and slowly opened the front door.

I made my way down the sidewalk before Jimin turned. A bright smiling playing his face. "Yoongi!"

I smiled softly.

He jumped and giggled. I then did the same. Pulling myself closer to him as we watched each other.

"How are you not cold?" I asked him as he shrugged. I had to admit, it was pretty chilly.

I felt his arms around me. He was like half an inch shorter than me so when he looked up we were face to face, inches apart.

My arms found their way to his body in return, pulling him even closer. "Yoongi." He breathed. I found myself getting warm, the chill disappearing from my bones.

I studied his face but my eyes got stuck on one particular part. I knew he was stuck, too.

We were so close. So close, that the cold air hurried back in as soon as he backed away. "Yeah you're right," he paused. "We should be getting back in."

— jm —

I held the mug between my hands as I sat on the couch and watched it continue to rain from the living room window.

"I thought you'd be here." A voice hummed, my stomach began to fill with butterflies.

I was nervous. Was it because of the fact that before he was looking at me like I was dinner? Yes.

He took a seat next to me on the couch.

"You really like the rain huh?" He asked, I nodded.

"Namjoon liked it too, he would always drag me outside when it would be like this so we could jump in puddles. Now I do it because it's a piece of him, even more so."

Yoongi nodded silently.

"I don't think I was that close with him looking back to it. You seem to have all these memories with him and all I have are our times of complete idiocy."

"That, Namjoon was." I laughed in response before leaning my head on his shoulder. "What do you think he had wanted for us?"

"What do you mean?" He asked as I sighed.

"Well, he told you to move into our house. What do you think he wanted us to gain from that?"

"I think he knew we would both be alone. So he wanted us to be happy and to have someone."

"But what if you leave?" I asked, he hummed.

"How so?"

"What if you find someone else, like a girlfriend?"

"I'm very much gay, I'll tell you that much and also, I don't think Namjoon would let me leave you." He chuckled before sighing. "You're not last place in my book anyway." He mumbled the last part to himself.

"Huh?"

"Oh, nothing."

"No." I trailed. "What did you say?"

I sat up to face him.

Our knees were touching each other as we both sat with our legs crossed.

"All I said was I'm gay."

"No, you mumbled something."

He took the mug from my hands and placed it on the coffee table before turning back to face me and placing his hands on my thighs.

"You are so much better than what I could've imagined." He whispered, looking back to before he knew me. I got the message.

I felt warmth creep up my face before he rocked my world.

He leaned forward and rested his lips on mine. They were soft yet they had the potential to be so aggressive when need be. They also tasted like honey.

I placed my hands on his face, telling him not to let the cold air between us yet. I liked being warm next to him.

He moved his hands from my thighs to my back as he laid me down. He then played with my locks of hair as I explored this new side of Min Yoongi.

Things were heating up.

I felt something hard atop my thigh where Yoongi's crotch was.

It made me smile. Was I going to lose my v-card now?

Nope. Too late.

Yoongi got up and mumbled incoherent curse words as I crossed my arms frustratedly.

Someone had knocked on the door and ruined our makeout.

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