Hani remembered the sunset that night. How it was a brilliant blue with coral clouds contrasting against it. The sun perfectly illuminated the clouds to be that way, it was beautiful.
  The time right before they piled in Jin's truck, the time right before the sun started to set, Hani could feel utter lust. A melancholy memory of the smell of their hoodie, their hand fitting perfectly in hers. She remembered everything, it all coming in bits and pieces. She was trying to grasp onto those memories and find out how far she could dig into them. She didn't want to let them go.
    Once they all piled in Hani could feel the cool breeze of the spring like summer night. She couldn't put her finger on the exact season, but it felt like the utter beginnings of summer. The time was perfect, they had all piled in and she remembered how Jimin offered his warmth to her. How they had been so close due to Jimin feeling lonely. Of course Jungkook and Tae were tied at the hip, so Jimin felt the needing of love. Hani remembered how warm he felt, it was comforting. Very comforting.
   It was perfect, perfect Jimin, perfect sunset, but not a perfect Hani.