It was always the rain. Every time something monumental happened in his life it always happened in the rain. He met you when it was raining on the playground on a cold summer day in 3rd grade when you moved into town the first time. He also left you crying in the rain when he left the town to peruse his training in Seoul. Throwing his jacket about his head, he ran into a nearby coffee shop. Partially drenched and frowning, Jimin wondered if this is what he got for coming back home to visit family. Shaking out his jacket, he glanced around the shop wondering where he ended up and his breath caught. Eyes locked on you for the first time in years and his heart raced, a crooked grin instinctively forming on his lips.