Seungri likes it when it rains. He likes watching the droplets falling from the sky. Moreover, he likes it the best when the droplets are showering him. It isn’t something new to his group of friends and definitely not something new to him either. It’s already his thing.

His addiction to rainy days is not a big problem. Except for his friends who think it’s a problem. Yongbae had told him once that he acts as if he’s the loneliest person on earth when he acts like that. Seungri can’t agree more. Because apparently, he is.

Seungri considers himself as a lonely person. He likes living his life that way. He likes living in a small simple apartment in suburb area. And he likes writing nonsense things on anything (papers, his notepad, anything, really) accompanied by his goldfish and a cup of coffee. He also enjoys late night train rides, enjoys walking down to his apartment at two in the morning. It’s not a bad thing.

To the things above, Jiyong and Yongbae had tried to convince him to come with them to the bar. They think that he should really start making schedules so at least he has the time to interact with his friends. They think that Seungri being all alone by himself like almost most of the time has really crossed the line. (And Seungri hates it when people see him as if he needs help—he doesn’t). But until now, no schedule is made and Seungri never even joined his friends’ Saturday ritual.

One peculiar day, he meets the florist next door.

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a/n: save me from what i have become. this will hopefully be a one shot so i hope you dont mind waiting. title from fall out boy - jet pack blues