Like two teenage girls, Violet and Sooyeon stand side by side, knees bare and facing the cold. Violet has her arm hooked around the circumference of Sooyeons arm, half to keep her close, half to keep her warm. Raindrops splatter against their shins from the sheer force it falls with. It is relentless, unforgiving, it doesn’t care that they’re not dressed for the weather, Violet however does. Not so much for herself--she’s lucky enough that the weather doesn’t quite affect her like others, but more for Sooyeon who could easily fall ill.                                     ”I’m not complaining that it’s raining, I’m just saying          that I’d like it a lot, more than you think if the sun would come out and sing with me.”     Lips once pursed twist into a girlish smile, as she turns her head slightly to gaze upon the womans features. “You might not be complaining....” she pauses, stepping back, dragging the girl with her to avoid the splash of an oncoming car. “But I will-- what the heck is this, the weatherman predicted a sunny sky and a soft breeze, not a god damn shower” she’s silently thankful for the other holding an umbrella overhead. 

besides, he huffs, it’s not like his body can’t take it. he’s a perfectly functional killing machine, for christ’s sake. “i don’t fall that often, you know!” taeyong rubs his bruised arm, trying not to look too miserable, “i’m good at parkouring. it’s just that i’m not feeling very well today…and i get nervous if you watch me…” he mumbles the last part under his breath, turning his head away in obvious discontent.

[SMS] Give me five minutes to just catch my breath[SMS] How tf did you meet this guy?