The party ended. Jimin wanted to drop you home, like always, even tho it was risky since your mother didn't know about you both. But you agreed, like always, since you loved spending every extra second with him. And today, you were feeling a bit mischievous. It was raining too. Normally, Jimin would drop you off at the entrance of your apartment building, but today, you dragged him to the rooftop of the building and under the rain.

"What are you doing, you mischievous girl?" Jimin asked, a small grin on his face. His hair now soaked, along with his suit, but he didn't give a damn, not when you had that adorable smile on your face, your eyes sparkling with mischief, looking so beautiful under the rain that he wanted to pick you up and spin you around to hear your adorable little giggles, then kiss you like you are his life support. Which you are. You always were. You always will be.