Taehyung's pov 

After sitting on my bed and looking at my phone for what felt like hours, I decided to go grocery shopping if I was going to live here again. With my mother not being here their wasn't any reason to live in that giant forsaken masion-like warehouse. 

Putting my coat back on, I got into my car and drove to the nearest store. I hadn't realized how late it got but it was about 9 pm when I checked the time. I headed inside the store. I picked ip a few foods and before I knew it, I was done. I carried my plastic bag and stepped outside.

Crap.

It was raining. Luckily, this place had a lot of stores so I just sat on a bench outside of one that was covered. I played on my phone and scrolled through social media as I waited for the rain to stop. The soft pitter patter of the rain was the only sound I heard besides the sound of my beating heart. 

No matter what I did, Jimin was always on my mind causing my heartbeat to exhilarate to an unhealthy speed.

Someone sat by me. I didn't look up as I was busy on my phone. "Are you waiting for the rain to stop?" I answered without making eye-contact. "Yeah." They didn't seem to mind as they spoke to me. "Take this." An umbrella was pressed into my hand. I looked up to thank the owner.

"Yoongi hyung?!" I was astounded. 

"Long time no see, huh?" I inspected his look. He too had changed a lot. His hair was still black, but it had a few streaks of murky blue. He had on some black trousers, a black dress-shirt, and a black bucket hat. I assumed he got fashion tips from Hoseok.

[this is what the description was based on]

"Uh, yeah." I didn't really know what to say. Jimin's older brother was looking at me. I probably hurt his brother. What was I supposed to say?

"How long will you be in town?" I didn't really know how to reply. "I'm not sure yet." I say. "Well, just make sure to stop by and say hello to Jimin." He got up to leave. "Thanks for the umbrella!" I shouted as he waved and left. 

Jimin

How was I going to face him? I did the irrelevant. I drove straight to his apartment complex. I didn't stop at the window this time. I knocked on the door.

The door opened and I saw Jimin close-up for the first time in a year. Forget the way I described him before, he looked like he casually fell from heaven. His silver hair, slightly messy and his cheeks tinted pink. He lips plump in a natural pout. 

"Taehyung" he breathed. 

I lost it. Just him saying my name was enough to not be able to hold back any longer. I pulled him in by grabbing his waist and kissed him. His lips softer and sweeter than I imagined. The feeling of his lips on mine made my chest explode in a million shards. It was truly magical. As if I was anticipating this moment since the day I was born. The dampness of his lips wet my chapped ones full of need and desperation. It was as if nothing else in the world even existed. Like the world was created, life was created just so we could meet again. The delicacy and fragility of his lips on mine perceived wholeness. 

Heart beating fast, cheeks warm, I falteringly pulled away, brushing a few silver strands away from his face. 

"Hi"

"Hi"

Extremely short chapter! Sorry!

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5. What's your favorite music genre?

Mine is Pop (in general) and r&b 

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