No. No. No.

It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. Tornadoes don't ever happen, they have never happened in this area. They can't happen, tornadoes only occur in other places, not in real life. Not here. Not now.

Despite those jumble of words running through Yoongi's head, his heart didn't slow down and his body wasn't listening to his commands.

The only thing Yoongi was certain of is that Jimin is in danger.

Whether it is the flood that ruins his house or a tornado that may or may not happen, Jimin is most certainly in danger.

And Yoongi doesn't know what to do.

He could drive through the everfalling rain that he can't see in, which would not only be putting his life in danger but Jimin's and whoever else would happen to be on the road.

He isn't even sure if Jimin would be okay with getting in his car. Where exactly would he even go? Back to this dirty motel?

Yoongi didn't want to do that.

Yet, he still grabbed his phone and keys and walked out of the motel room, straight into the rain, not helping his already drenched clothes.

If he was in any other situation, he would have taken precautionary measures and covered his car seats in plastic to keep them from getting wet.

But this is not like any other situation. So instead he hurriedly hops in the car, turning on the engine, and pulling out of the parking lot.

Yoongi doesn't believe in god, but all he could do right now is pray that Jimin is safe.

Not even him. Just, as long as Jimin is safe, Yoongi will be okay. He will be more than okay, in fact.

He couldn't see the road ahead of him with all of the rain drop splashes on his windshield. He wasn't even trying to see, his vision completely taken over by Jimin.

Jimin with the giggle that could possibly rid the world of bad. Jimin with the smile so bright, it could rival the sun and win. Jimin. The innocent, lovable, impossibly beautiful boy that had taken Yoongi's heart and ran with it.

But it isn't the right time to think about that now, because if Yoongi's instincts are current, the meadow should be right there.

He found out he was correct when he parked his car and got out.

Yoongi doesn't run. Especially in a suit. Especially in the pouring rain. Especially through puddles and dips of mud that could swallow him whole.

But Yoongi found himself doing a lot of things he normally doesn't do.

His feet took him directly to the door of the house.

He could have barged in, opened the door, or at least give a futile attempt at knocking. But he just stood there, his heart pounding and his chest heaving, the rain no longer a worry (as if it ever was). He just stared at the wooden door, absolutely clueless on what he is supposed to do.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees a flickering light.

The window.

Curiosity leads him away from the door, back into the mud (not even caring that his shoes will be encased in dirt and his pants will have to be thrown away).

He was freezing cold, soaked to the bone, and filled with worry. But somewhere inside him was where a warmth started growing. This little feeling, like hot chocolate on a winter evening, or arriving to a bakery and finding your favorite sweet fresh out of the oven, or talking to Jimin after so long. It seems cheesy to Yoongi, but maybe that's because it is.

Standing outside of Jimin's window, just watching him dance among the flickering candles spread throughout his room, absolutely engulfed in everything and nothing at the same time, might have been the reason why Yoongi was feeling so warm, yet, so cold.

Thunder struck somewhere close, and that is what got Yoongi out of his daze. Jimin, however, didn't flinch, didn't even seem to notice that there was a fucking flood in the making right outside of his house.

Yoongi didn't mind the rain that is now dripping like a waterfall off his chin, and stepped back up to the door, his hand knocking as hard as possible in it's numb state.

When Jimin opened the door, his face was filled to the brim with fear and worry, but Yoongi felt so very warm at the sight of his face that looked so peaceful seconds before.

Everything just came back to him.

His dad, his mom, the group he is going to ruin, everything.

Maybe it was only rain covering his face, and Yoongi, he knows he will be in denial later, but with the rain, came drops of tears. Tears in the rain that will be washed away and covered up, but they were still there and they were still happening.

Yoongi was crying in the rain, cold and drenched.

But maybe, it wasn't so bad because Jimin is right there and the warmness inside of him is only growing bigger with every second that passes, and maybe, it will take the cold away.