Yoongi is restless, he just wants to go home and see his family. He’s been apart from them for a long time. A voice sounds from the speaker in the airport waiting area, “We apologize, but all flights leaving in the next hour will be

postponed a few hours until the weather clears up. We apologize for the inconvenience.” Yoongi lets out a sigh. He’s already been waiting for so many hours, a couple more wouldn’t hurt. The rain is heavy outside and thunder rattles the skies. Yoongi loves the rain.

He blocks out everyone talking and lets the sounds of pitter patter blanket his mind. Warmth washes over him. He’s grown accustomed to rain and its become soothing for his messy mind. His room mate a couple years back used to play rain sounds every night, helping him

fall asleep. He heaves a sigh and decides his body needs to wake up, he’s been sitting for hours and his legs have started to lose feeling. He makes his was to the rest room and splashes water on his face, the cool liquid sliding across his clammy skin is refreshing.

He’s just about to leave but stops when he notices a stall door slightly ajar. Soft sounds of sniffing flit to his ears and worry washes over him. “Hello?” He calls out, he can see someone’s shoes peaking out, “Are you okay?” No response.

Yoongi decides, that really it’s none of his business. His bites into his lip, feeling only a little guilty when he starts moving towards the rest room exit. “Duh-don’t go,” a shaky voice says, and Yoongi back tracks. He breathes, “Can I come in?”

“Mhm,” the man says. Yoongi surprised really. He expected an older man, someone that might be missing their family as much as he does or someone that had to say goodbye to the person they love. However, the person he’s looking at is around his age, and his eyes seem

lost, they aren’t the eyes of losing your loved one. They’re vulnerable and scared. Tears are gently rolling off his cheeks. Yoongi thinks it pretty; it reminds him of rain that slides down windows. He has the sudden urge to touch them.

He cups the man’s cheek and swipes his thumb; wiping away the tears. They’re warm, warm like the rain in summer. The man freezes at the touch and Yoongi pulls back his hand, that might have been a little too weird considering he just met the man. He clears his throat.

“Yoongi,” he introduces, his hand held out for the man to shake. “Namjoon,” Yoongi nods and expects the man to let go of his hand. He doesn’t. “Let’s leave this stall hmm?” Yoongi offers, Namjoon’s eyes widen, seemingly forgetting that he’s been sitting on a toilet seat

shaking hands with a stranger. “Ye-yeah,” he stutters. It’s cute. When he stands to his full height, Yoongi is only taken aback slightly, not expecting this man to slightly tower over him. Namjoon makes way to the taps and splashes water on his face;goose bumps layer his arms

And he sighs when he examines the red surrounding his eyes. He must have been crying for a while, Yoongi thinks. “Thanks,” Namjoon smiles at him in the mirror, it’s kind and dimples adorn his his friendly face. “For checking up on me.” “Sure.”

They make their way out of the bathroom, Namjoon opening the door for Yoongi. “I really appreciate that. I might have missed my flight otherwise if I didn’t get out of my head.” Yoongi shrugs, “Glad I could help.” They both smile, it’s awkward but it’s fine really.

They’re about to say their farewells when the sound of thunder roars throughout the airport and Namjoon physically winces. His brows knit together and he bites hard into his lip. He slaps his hands to his ears and inhales and exhales. “You okay?”

Namjoon looks at Yoongi and those eyes are filled with that feeling again; fear. “I’m okay.” “Liar. You look like you’re about to throw up,” Yoongi moves closer to him, he rests the back of his palm to Namjoon’s forehead, “You don’t have a fever though.”

“I-“ Namjoon starts, another sound roars through the airport a few people startle at the sudden sound but continue normally shortly after. However Namjoon’s hands are against his ears again. “Are you scared of thunder?” Yoongi cocks his head. Namjoon smiles wryly and drops

his hands. “It’s pathetic I know.” “It’s not,” Yoongi says simply, “Everyone has their fears.” Namjoon regards him for a moment, his eyes brighten a little and he scratches the back of his head. That’s really cute, Yoongi thinks. “Anyway thanks for—“

Another shot of thunder and Namjoon looks so exhausted, “For fucks sakes,” he curses and rubs at his temples. He swallows hard and it looks really painful to Yoongi. Something swells in his chest and he grabs a hold of Namjoon’s wrist and steers him in the direction of the

airport’s shopping mall. “I know where we can go.” Namjoon’s eyes are curious but he doesn’t ask, just lets Yoongi pull him towards wherever they’re going. For some reason, he trusts Yoongi.

To his surprise, Yoongi leads him to the airport’s music store and doesn’t hesitate to take him to the back where all the head sets are situated. Yoongi eyes them and chooses a set of noise canceling headphones and pays for them at the counter.

Namjoon doesn’t understand what’s going on really; Yoongi is pulling him to sit on a bean bag that lays in the corner of the store. Yoongi rips open the packaging of the head phones and plugs them into his phone. “I should get going soon,” Namjoon says, “My flight is soon.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shrugs, “All the flights have been postponed until later because of the weather.” Namjoon sighs in relief, just imagining boarding that plane in this kind of weather sends chills up his spine. “Thank fuck,” he relaxes into the bean bag. His muscles loosen.

“What music do you listen to?” Namjoon’s caught off guard at the question, but he answers anyway, “Lots really. I love quite a lot of genres, hip hop, R&B, contemporary and sometimes rock.” Yoongi nods, “And what makes you calm usually? Any artist in particular?”

Namjoon claps his hands together and lets out an “Ah! Lana Del Rey, I love her.” Only then does Namjoon notice Yoongi searching through his phone library and clicking on Lana’s ‘Born to Die’ album. “Here,” Yoongi passes him the headphones. “This will block out the thunder.”

Something enters Namjoon’s chest this, it’s like gentle waves of heat poking at his mind. “Uh, that’s okay really I-“ Yoongi looks at him pointedly, “It’ll help, don’t worry about it.” Namjoon really can’t say no to that, can he?

“But what are you going to do while I just... uh? Sit here?” Yoongi takes in a breath, making his cheeks puff out like a cute chipmunk, “I’m going to have a nap.” “Oh okay.” Namjoon smiles to himself and places the head phones on his ears. Yoongi rests his back against the

wall next to the bean bag and closes his eyes. His black hair falling into his face. They stay like that for an hour or so, Yoongi’s head tilting slightly into Namjoon’s side but the younger doesn’t really mind.

He lets out an audible laugh when the Lana album comes to an end and the next song that starts playing is ‘Candy shop’. Seems like Yoongi has a vast taste in music too.

Namjoon enjoys the song, excited to hear what comes next. He love surprises. And listening to Yoongi’s music on shuffle is entertaining; he has no idea what to expect. The next song is, ‘Slow Motion’ by Trey Songz. Then its ‘Birthday sex’ by Jeremih. Based on his music tastes

Namjoon concludes that Yoongi might be a very sexual person. Not that he’s complaining, it’s just odd sitting next to someone he just met that’s using his arm as a head rest, while listening to songs that just scream SEX SEX SEX.