"Hello, sweetheart." Jimin said, handing you a rose. He was a criminal, you were just a girl he found at the roof a building one night. This had become a routine. "How was your day?" His sweet voice was nothing like his cold appearance. It was raining heavily tonight, you didn't care, both of you drenched in the rain. "Let's dance." Jimin took out his phone, switching on some music, grabbing you by the waist and twirling you around as the both of you laughed. You were happy, so was he. Jimin made you happy, you made Jimin happy.