Rain On My Window

Jimin sat impatiently in the driver's seat of his luxury car. He was stuck in the middle of the road in the middle of the night. The traffic was always horrendous at this time on a Friday night.

He tapped his finger on the wheel in front of him as his car kept running, unable to move more than a foot every minute because of the slow cars ahead of him.

Now crossing his arms, he bit his lower lip in irritation and sadness. Jimin was obviously in deep thought about something.

Rain poured down hard on his car window. More drops of rain covered his window as soon as the windshield wipers swept the previous drops away. It was a never-ending hindrance to his vision of the surroundings outside of his car.

This was a perfect depiction of Jimin in this moment. His eyes filled with tears, and he would wipe them away. However, as soon as he'd wipe his vision clear of tears, new tears would form to make his vision blurry. All he could see was his tears and rain- his problems.

Jimin thought to himself, “She wasn't who I thought she was. She doesn't care about me at all.” That evening, Jimin took time out of his day to go visit his girlfriend at her house. It was her birthday, so he wanted to surprise her. All he found was a note that she had moved to the United States for 3 months to learn English. She didn't tell him anything about this. He had bought her flowers and everything, and he wanted to make her happy on her birthday. Jimin was truly hurt that she would be gone for this long. His girlfriend hadn't texted him since a few weeks ago. Yes, they were both busy, but he didn't understand why she would do this to him. Did she want to be away from him? Did she not love him anymore?

Jimin let out a big sigh, and a tear rolled down the side of his nose. He looked at his blurry reflection through the rearview mirror. His cheeks were warm and flushed, like they always were when he got frustrated or sad. Out of habit, he ran his fingers through his messy hair. As he looked at himself, he mumbled something out loud, “Who am I kidding. She would never want this ugly man. Jungkook-ah would be a better boyfriend to her.”

The traffic began to move, breaking his state of deep thought. Jimin slowly edged his car along behind the cars in front of him until the traffic accelerated to the normal speed limit. The rain continued to pour, and the windshield wipers continued to slide the rain off his window.

Out of nowhere, a woman ran in front of his car and screamed his name, “JIMIN!” He slammed on the brakes. Luckily, the person behind him was quick enough to stop without hitting the back of his car. Jimin rubbed his eyes in disbelief and frowned. She looked a lot like his… his girl? Jimin flew out of his car and ran to the woman who stood in front of his car. She was sobbing, and the hood of her soaked, grey hoodie shaded her face. The cars behind his parked car started honking, but he didn't care.

Without hesitation, Jimin took her hood down. It wasn't her. It was his RM’s sister. Neither of them had anything to say. They embraced tightly, but Jimin was slightly disappointed. Jimin grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the passenger's side of his car. He jumped into the driver's side, and they both shut their doors quickly. This was too much for him to process. So many questions ran through his mind. Was Leader-nim okay? Was there an accident? All Jimin said to her was “Tell me what happened,” and he started to drive her back to the safe shelter of his apartment. The rain cleared, and so did his tears. His vision is totally different now that Namjoon hyung's sister was with him. He needed to be a stable big brother now.