The low hum of the company ventilation was a stark contrast to the roaring rain that had assaulted the city just hours before. Taehyung, perched on a high stool in the mostly empty dance practice room, was jotting down notes in a worn leather-bound notebook. His focus was intense, brow furrowed slightly as he mumbled half-formed melodies under his breath. The rain had left a residue of inspiration, a certain melancholic energy he was trying to capture.

The door creaked open, and a gust of slightly damp, cooler air swept into the room. Taehyung glanced up, a smile automatically softening his features as Jennie stepped inside. She was clutching her purse strap tightly, her black leather jacket clinging to her shoulders, a few damp tendrils of hair escaping from her otherwise sleek ponytail.

«Taehyung-ah», — Jennie greeted, her voice a little sharper than usual. She shook her head, a visible shiver running down her spine. — «This weather is atrocious. My umbrella practically did a disappearing act on the way here».

Taehyung hopped off the stool, concern etched on his face. — «Jagiya, you shouldn't have come. I told you I could handle this part», — He reached out, his hand hovering near her arm before retracting.

Jennie sighed, walking further into the room and depositing her bag on a nearby bench. — «Don't be ridiculous. You know I wanted to see how things were progressing. Besides», — she gestured vaguely towards her slightly damp trousers and a darker patch on her cream-colored knit sweater, — «now look at me. A total mess thanks to the downpour».

«You're fine,», — Taehyung said gently, though his eyes lingered on her attire. — «But see? Why do you always dress so…scantily when it's this cold?», — His tone wasn't accusatory, more a gentle chiding mixed with genuine worry. He knew her fashion sense leaned towards chic and sometimes minimalist, but he often worried about her getting chilled, especially when the weather was unpredictable. They have a comeback coming up and she wants to get sick? Oh, Jennie.