He didn’t mean to upset you. You guys were arguing, about something stupid, he couldn’t even remember. Jisung was sitting in the kitchen, gnawing on his bottom lip and bouncing his leg as he was looking out the window. The rain was increasing. It had gone from barely any drops, to closer and closer to pouring. You had ran out a couple of minutes ago.. five… maybe ten. Jisung wanted to give you some space for a while, but as the worry and guilt in his chest rose, so did he, rushing to the hall, grabbing two jackets and running out the door.

He ran and ran until he came to the little spot in the nearby park where you liked to go. A secret place of yours, where you had shared many memories. Jisung spotted you sitting on a bench, covering your face with your hands. Your beautiful hair was soaked and so was the gorgeous summer dress you had put on, before it all went down. He carefully stepped closer, your name leaving his lips in a soft whisper.

He gently took a hold of your wrists and pulled you up to your feet, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist and pressing your rain soaked self against him. He cupped your face and kissed you. He poured everything into the kiss. Regret, guilt, sadness, passion. And raw, deep love. He couldn’t care less about the rain falling down on the both of you.