Minseok could sense your uneasiness at the afterparty. Paparazzi was criticizing you particularly harsh tonight. Taking Minseok’s hand, he snuck you out. During the hopeless search for your hotel, it began pouring rain. He pulled you under a bus stop canopy. You slipped out of your heels and lifted your long dress up in one hand. Stepping out into the rain, you leaned your head back to feel the water roll down your face. It felt like a relief, like it was washing away your worries.

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Minseok calls over the rain. 

You opened your eyes to smile over at him, “Come on!” You waved him over before you took off running down the sidewalk, following the signs to the park. His arms wrapped around you as your feet met the mushy grass. He pulled you close to him, making you giggle from the playful kiss on your neck.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He laughed and let go of your waist.

You dropped your shoes and turned your hands up to the sky twirling around in the steady drizzle. “I know.” You grinned to yourself. He watched as you danced across the park, the hem of your dress kissing the grass. “Dance with me.” You held out a hand which he took with an embarrassed smile. His hands rested on your hips. 

“But there’s no music.” He said quietly.

“Then sing me something.” You tilted your head slightly.

The words of a beautiful love song cut through the sound