Dancing in the Rain

The drizzle began just as you stepped off the bus. You tugged your jacket tighter around you, silently cursing your decision to leave your umbrella at home. Your best friend had texted you in a frenzy, claiming she desperately needed you to pick up the notebook she had forgotten at a café near her office. And you, being the ever-reliable friend, agreed without hesitation.

The café was a cozy spot tucked into a quiet corner of the neighborhood. Its warm yellow lights spilled out into the rainy street, welcoming you in. Shaking off the rain, you stepped inside, only to find the place buzzing with soft chatter and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

As you moved toward the counter, your eyes landed on a figure in front of you. Dressed in a plain black hoodie and faded jeans, he looked casual, almost blending into the crowd. But something about him—his posture, the way his hands moved as he fiddled with his phone—felt familiar.

And then you saw them. The intricate tattoos snaking up his right hand and peeking out from his sleeve. Your breath caught in your throat. It couldn’t be…

“Next, please,” the barista called, breaking your reverie.

The man turned slightly, his face partially obscured by the brim of a black cap. Your suspicions were confirmed when he flashed a polite smile. It was him. Jeon Jungkook.

"Go ahead," he said, stepping aside with a soft nod. His voice was smooth, yet it carried a quiet warmth that made your cheeks flush.

"Thank you," you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady as you placed your order.

After grabbing your drink, you found a seat by the window, stealing quick glances at him as he waited for his coffee. To your surprise, he chose the table right next to yours.

The rain outside grew heavier, drumming against the glass like a gentle symphony. Jungkook pulled out his phone but quickly set it aside, glancing at you.

"Nice weather for a walk, huh?" he joked, tilting his head toward the storm outside.

You laughed softly. "If you like getting soaked, sure."

He chuckled, the sound rich and infectious. "Sometimes, it’s worth it. Makes you feel alive, you know?"

Before you could respond, the lights flickered and went out, plunging the café into darkness. Gasps rippled through the patrons, followed by murmurs as the staff scrambled to light candles. The warm flicker of the flames transformed the café into a cozy haven, and you felt a strange sense of calm.

"Well, this just got interesting," Jungkook said, leaning back in his chair. "Do you mind if I join you? Talking to myself might be awkward."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Not at all."

He slid into the chair across from you, and just like that, the conversation began. You talked about everything and nothing—his love for photography, your favorite books, the little things that made life special. He listened intently, his gaze warm and focused, as if every word you said mattered.

The storm outside raged on, but inside, time felt suspended.

When the rain finally eased, Jungkook stood, extending his hand toward you. "Wanna take that walk now? I promise it’ll be fun."

You hesitated for a moment, your logical side warring with the sheer excitement coursing through you. But the way he looked at you, his expression equal parts hopeful and mischievous, made it impossible to say no.

His hand was warm as it enveloped yours, and together, you stepped out into the damp streets. The world outside was alive—rain-soaked pavement shimmering under the glow of streetlights, the air crisp and cool against your skin.

Without warning, Jungkook twirled you around, catching you completely off guard. You stumbled, laughing, as he grinned at you.

"Come on," he said, his voice teasing. "Don’t tell me you’ve never danced in the rain before."

"I haven’t!" you protested, though your laughter betrayed you.

"Then it’s time to fix that."

He pulled you close, spinning you again as you both dissolved into laughter. The world around you faded—the cars, the occasional pedestrians, the rain. It was just the two of you, moving to an unspoken rhythm.

Time seemed to blur as the rain softened into a mist. Jungkook eventually slowed, his hands lingering on yours.

"You’re pretty good at this," he said, his voice low and playful.

"Maybe I had a good partner," you replied, meeting his gaze.

The moment hung between you, charged with an unspoken connection.

As you reached your doorstep, the magic of the evening lingered in the air. Jungkook released your hand, stepping back with a soft smile.

"Thanks for tonight," he said. "It’s been a while since I felt this…free."

You smiled, your heart full. "Me too."

He hesitated for a moment, as if wanting to say more, but then he nodded and turned to leave.

You watched him disappear into the night, the rain lightly falling around you. And though the evening had ended, you knew this wasn’t just a fleeting memory—it was the beginning of something unforgettable.

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