Opening my door for me, Namjoon extends his hand, a teasing smile on his lips.

"I feel like your personal chauffeur," he laughs, shallowly bowing and winking. He brings his umbrella over our heads, shielding me from the rain. 

Looking around, I have no idea where we are. It's just a small building, one you'd pay no attention to when you drove past. He walks to the door, intertwining our hands as he opens the door. Once inside, it's like entering a new world.

He's brought me to a studio of sorts, only about the size of my apartment. It's much cleaner than my place, though, with everything organized and put together. There are small art pieces lining the empty surfaces and paintings hanging on the wall. There's a few stuffed animals as well, even one sitting on the main chair.

"I call it. . ." Namjoon pauses dramatically, a wide smile on his face. "Mon Studio!" He announces proudly, throwing his arms out to the side before getting embarrassed. 

Mon Studio. It fits, weirdly. There's something about the laidback, yet modern, studio that reminds me of Namjoon. 

He sits, pulling up a file on his desktop. Looking over at me, he gestures toward the chair next to him. I sit, watching as he finds a track on his files. Namjoon leans back, eyes darting between me and the computer.

"So," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I wrote this song. I think the day we went to the library together? When I read your mom's journal." Namjoon flexes his fingers, looking down at them before glancing up at me. "It's called 'Forever Rain". Do you want to hear it?"

I nod, biting the inside of my cheek nervously. I don't know what to expect, but I trust him.

He presses play, and a quiet piano track plays over the gentle sound of rain. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and listen.