I was looking at my reflection in the mirror of the bathroom.

I had a flushed face, slightly chapped lips and wet hair.

I felt warm, not in that sense mind you.

I decided to wrap my hair in the towel and leave the bathroom.

I walked to the living room and found Jimin, sitting on the sofa, with his gaze lost in space.

He really had a nice house.

It was not far from the park, and seeing our state in the rain, the boy had kindly suggested to me that we come over to his house, to give us a dried up, a proposal that I had accepted more than willingly.

But let's get back to us.

The living room was furnished in a modern and classy way, with an expensive but elegantly youthful furniture.

I took a few seconds to admire the environment around me.

An almost imperceptible sob made me bring attention to the landlord.

I looked at him carefully.

He was bent over, illuminated only by the moonlight that came from the large windows of the salon.

His evident jaw was even more emphasized, accentuating the subtle multicultural nature of his features.

His sad expression created a dance with his face, as if it were a picture of the deep ones, asking you to be observed and understood.

I felt hypnotized by all this, but I decided to recompose myself and try to understand what was happening to that boy.

I sat down next to him, sitting partly on one leg, involuntarily putting my sporting thigh in a good sight, badly hidden previously by the long shirt that he had lent me as a change for the rain.

I started sweetly stroking his face.

I didn't even know why I was doing it, after all he was a sort of my superior and this could be compromising, but seeing him reduced like this, it had struck me, despite everything.

He kept his eyes down without even considering me.

- Jimin - I called him gently, continuing to stroke his cheek.

A tear fell on his face, followed by others.

I felt powerless, even though I didn't know anything about this boy.

In a fraction of a second he pounced on me, squeezing me tight and starting to sob even more.

With one hand I softly stroked his back, while with the other I began to slowly touch his hair, trying to calm him down.

It seemed to work.

His sobbing gradually subsided, but he still embraced me.

I felt slightly dazed.

But I didn't want to leave him in this state.