𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒. 𝐩𝐣𝐦

seven.

——— seven|with you ———

Jimin was losing his patience.

He sat on the nearby bench as he waited for Jungkook to wrap up his filming, eyes squinted at the dark and cloudy sky as he made out shapes to keep him busy. It was his first time for the past three weeks to wake up early and head to the university rather staying in his favorite convenient store, yet Jungkook had dragged him along to whatever he was doing so he could have company.

Jeon Jungkook was the son of his mom's high school friend, two years younger than him nonetheless still a friend of his. They weren't that close even if they tried before, finding silence in between their short and shallow conversations that it just ruined the potential of a friendship. He hadn't seen him for two years after serving his time in the military, and boy was he surprised when he came home. He's unsure how, but Jungkook grew too damn well. It was like a truck of puberty hit him, probably ran over him a few times, because it was that big of a change.

Though, they were still awkward with one another.

Not until their topic jumped into filmmaking, with the younger talking about it nonstop with no brake. Jimin listened in, finding it interesting and proposed why not take the same course as a joke. Though their moms thought otherwise.

And so they left Busan together, attending the same university with the same major. He was glad he managed to talk to their mother about separate apartments, because he's so sure he'll lose his mind having to see Jungkook every single day, every minute, every millisecond.

He's stuck in the park with the younger across him who was sitting by the swing and filming his point of view, enjoying the short video he took for whatever reason. He closed his eyes as he waited for this to be over, sensing the pitter patter of rain that hit his face softly. He cracked his eyes open, slumping his shoulders once he realized the weather had turned sour and bad.

He hated the rain.

He doesn't like it whenever the smell of petrichor enveloped the world, how small dirty puddles ruin his shoes, how the rain limit the activities he can do. He hated how it can change the atmosphere with just its own tears; crying along with people who held on too long and finally let everything out.

The rain is an epitome of sadness, and he hated it.

Jimin stood up as he shielded his eyes from the expected shower, calling out to his friend who was rushing to keep his camera safe and ran towards a bus stop they can stay on until the rain cease. He leaned forward and looked up, seeing how dark the sky had become and had covered the sun that was just peeking hours ago. He could only sigh as he turned back to Jungkook, "the rain won't stop."