It rained that day.   Jongkook looked out the dark window and fell in thought. It was around the time that the sound of rain bumping irregularly against the glass window. He felt a little dizzy.   And the doorbell rang.   Now is not the time for anyone to come, and no one has contacted him. The shooting wouldn't be at this time... He looked at the screen with the bell ringing, puzzled in his mind.   An unexpected person appeared on the screen. As with all cameras on the front door, it was a blurry face due to poor image quality, but in the end it was recognizable at a glance. Still, he wondered if he was looking at it wrong.   He thought that whoever came, he should tell the person not to come again at this hour and send the person back. But in the end, he had no choice but to open the door to her familiar appearance.   Perhaps what he saw earlier was not a lie, her face appeared more clearly in front of him. He blinked quickly for a moment.   It was then that he noticed that Jihyo's hair was all wet.   Raindrops dripped from the ends of her long hair, and her thin clothes clinged to her skinny body… It makes him think that she didn't avoid the pouring rain.   Jihyo was standing in front of him.           A moment in the rain           His expression froze as he looked confused. There was no quick judgment on this situation now. He wanted to ask what was going on or how she got hit by a lot of rain, but his lips didn't come off.   “…Can I wash up?”   The end of that voice with hesitation trembled slightly. He knew very well that Jihyo was not the type of person who suddenly came to ask for him, while Jihyo omits the explanation of her circumstances before and after her. But he couldn't refuse her request even more.   “Umm… yes…”   After thinking about the meaning of her words for a moment, Jongkook led Jihyo to the inside. When he looked at her face again, it was then that her eyes seemed to have turned a little red. Did she cry... ? He didn't ask why.   “…The towel is inside,” "…Thank you."   In fact, she didn't even have to tell him where the towels were, and where the other supplies were. Just a few months ago, she was comfortable in and out of his house as if she were coming her own home. No matter how much time passes, she will remember where the toiletries are.   But neither of them brought this out. Jihyo slowly went into the bathroom, and Jongkook turned around without saying a word and headed for the sofa.   The power was released naturally from the body in the end. He slumped down and sat down on the sofa.   'Previously, when Jihyo came to my house to wash up...'   The scene where they had a hot night flashed through Jongkook's mind. Jongkook secretly blushed his face and shook his head even though no one was watching.   'But now…'   Jongkook quietly closed his eyes at the gloomy feeling that came again.   How long has it been since we broke up?   He felt disgusted with himself, who even remembered the date clearly. Almost exactly, about a month has passed.   He was always the one who was informed of the breakup when dat