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The rain is always falling.
Always straight towards you.
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As werewolves change into beings of wild violence on moon-filled nights, so too did Kim Namjoon turn into a being of fragility and weakness on that rain-filled day.
This is what being without Min Yoongi did to him, he missed him so much.
He sat in his seat, leg splayed out provocatively and a hardback book open, pretending to be deep in thought and not just staring at the drops of water covering the window.
Kim Namjoon traced the ring of his reading light as the yellow color got deeper and deeper.
He took a traditional comb and rhythmically passed it through his hair, thinking about how Min Yoongi's hair would fall across his forehead onto the slender frame of his glasses, making him look so mature.
Right then, that was all he wanted.
Min Yoongi squinting at him, wrapped up in a woolen blanket.
Kim Namjoon had intended to head off to bed without incident, but after a splash of wine, he ended up sleeping on the floor, stroking his big hands along the outside of a blanket as if it were Min Yoongi.
Following an elegant use of a foot to turn off the lamp, time stopped within the room, entering a state of pure darkness.
Kim Namjoon sensed Min Yoongi and pulled the blanket up to cover his face, bringing with it warmth, and he blushed slightly as he stroked his way up the Min Yoongi blanket.
"Did the noise wake you up?"
Min Yoongi knew he was a light sleeper and his voice floated across the room to Kim Namjoon like a warm hug to his soft, gentle heart.
Min Yoongi didn't get an answer in words, he was just buried against a chest and held in place.
As if he was talking in his sleep, Min Yoongi muttered a sentence that would usually only come from obsessed fans: "I'll always be here."
But after Kim Namjoon got up to meet Min Yoongi, he got very cold, so Min Yoongi held him and softly stroked his back, like you might to soothe a small child.
"I'll always be here."
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The rain is always falling.
But this time, you have someone to help hold your umbrella.