#fl3drabble

You don’t even have a hood.

How the hell can this day get any worse?

Shutting your eyes in defeat, you choke back a sob because you’re going to be late for your next class if you end up going home first to change or fetch an umbrella.

Did the forecast even have rain today? Why is Life throwing everything at you today of all days? Can’t she be kinder for once and keep any failed exams that you have in mind?

Dashing beneath the large trees in front of you, the courtyard is already starting to resemble a thin lake as your shoes soak up as much rainwater as they can hold. Your backpack takes the brunt of the showers above your head as you make your way across, but your tear-stained cheeks aren’t quite shielded from the oncoming pour.

Nothing like trekking through the cold and rain after failing an exam. Absolutely nothing tops that. Nothing tops the little rivers on your face, a mix of natural and saltwater.

Yoongi. You just need Yoongi right now.

You remember the time you ran into him in this same exact expanse of grass. Ironically, it happened during a storm just like this one. If only he was here once again; even just for a moment would turn this dismal day around.

“Babe?”

Oh, god.

Your body reacts before your mind does, more hot tears springing into your eyes and burning them impossibly hot at their corners.

Jolting your head up, you see the exact person you need rushing over to you, concerned expression almost shrouded by a hood that you don’t have. Your face twists in a mixture of relief and sadness, hating that you’re probably scaring the crap out of him right now.

When he closes the space between you, rain pings all around you as you say his name, over and over as his hands grab your shoulders, your face, brushing hair from your forehead.

“Hey. Doll. Talk to me.”

“I failed,” you choke out, eyelashes dotting with droplets.

“Your exam?”

You can only nod, lip quivering and bones shivering. Every sentence comes out in hiccups as you cannot bring yourself together, “I think so. I’m scared. I wanna go home but I can’t. But I really, really just wanna go ho—”

Your words slam back into your mouth as Yoongi crashes his lips onto yours, one of his hands gripping the back of your drenched head and angling you to deepen his sentiments. He gives you no time to protest as he pins your body to his, wrapping his sleeved arms around your clothes and not giving a shit about the rain.

And you respond with a fire of your own, pushing yourself into the kiss and tasting your tears on his tongue.

All of your worries, your stresses, your fears. Each and every one is being taken from you—at least, for this moment—and you’re so relieved that he’s here that a sob wracks your chest. Maybe you can’t go back to the comfort of your walls, but at least your heart can take temporary rest right here. Right in his arms with no roof in sight.

Yoongi releases you after what feels like an eternity, planting another kiss on your forehead before guiding you to shelter. “Gimme your keys.”

You turn right before you’re led under the nearest tree. “What?”

“I can get your umbrella, and clothes. Just lemme know where to find them.”

“Yoongi,” you whisper, swallowing another lump in your throat. “Weren’t you on your way somewhere?”

“Umm.” He brings a hand up to rub his nose, sniffling and completely wet head to shoes. “I took a break, so… I was just gonna see you after your thing.”

Damn it. Damn it, damn him for making you cry even more than you needed to. Just when you needed him most, Yoongi showed up in ways that you couldn’t even imagine. And the idiot didn’t even bring an umbrella of his own.

“I love you,” you sniffle, emotions clogging your throat so much that they start to leak out of your eyes drop by drop. “Geez, I hate crying this much, but. These are happy tears now.”

Yoongi smiles. “Good. I can deal with those.” Unpocketing a hand, he slides it to you. “Keys.”

After you hand him what he asks for, you tell him that you have to book it to class but you’ll text him after you get there. When he nods, you pull him in for one more kiss that communicates how grateful you are, hoping he gets the point.

“See you later?”

Yoongi bobs his head again, and you completely forgot it was still raining until he turns to the misty courtyard. Once his eyes are on you again, he proclaims, “You get me the rest of the night. Fuck that exam.”

Laughs escape your stung cheeks before you shake your head, and Yoongi simply grins in response.

“Now go,” you playfully joke. “Or you’ll make me late.”

It’s his turn to laugh. “You make me late all the time, doll.” He brings you in before burying his head beside your ear, and his low, parting words don’t leave your brain for the rest of your day.

“Love you, too. I’m sure you did fine.”

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