For who do we lie? [Jimin]

Pitter.... Patter.... Pitter.... Patter....

The sound of the rain hitting the pavement echoed in the quiet neighborhood. In the distance a womanly figure can be seen running in a rush.

Claire Salud was frazzled from work and surprised from the sudden downpour of rain.

Her head looked side to side as she ran looking for somewhere to take cover while she squeezed her bag under her armpit hoping that the important documents will be safe from the rain.

After running for a while she finally saw a closed coffee shop that has a roof cover. She immediately scurried towards there.

When she arrived she saw a manly figure wearing a hoodie and a mask.

He was wet, but not like her who was entirely wet from head to toe. She nodded towards the figure and smiled uneasily when the man looked at her way.

She went to the farthest distance that she could possibly have in this small place. Claire immediately checked inside her bag and see if the documents were safe. She released a relieved sigh when she saw that the papers were safe. She can't have those things destroyed after all the chief will kill her if she did, especially right now cause the chief seemed to be out for her blood this week and kept scolding her for the lack of good news or scoop.

For a journalist like her, papers, news and articles were her lifeblood, she was fortunate that she was able to have a job here in korea were you will surely have a news everyday because of it booming showbusiness industry, but unfortunately for her this kind of work is very competitive, lots of journalist are bound to release the same article which made it a competition to have good sources, connection and who's faster to release the news.

Claire placed her hand inside her bag and tried searching for her handkerchief, but her hand had scoured the entire bag and she still cant seem to find what she was looking for.

The man beside her noticed the predicament of the woman. When the woman gave up in searching something and tried to squeeze the rain out of her hair, the man felt pity.

He took the handkerchief from his pocket and offered it towards the woman.

"This might not be much, but it can dry your face at least."

Claire was startled and looked up and saw the man offering his handkerchief, she was a little bit hesitant but took it anyway.

"Thank you....."

She softly whispered. The man smiled behind the mask and nodded his head.

Claire dab the handkerchief gently on her face and blushed a little when she smelled the manly perfume or cologne in the piece of cloth, she hid her face and hoped that the man didnt see.

The atmosphere was quiet, aside from the dripping rain no other sound was heard when suddenly the man's phone rang. The man took his phone from his pocket and brought it to his ear.

"Hyung where are you?! They are looking for you, you really need to come back here right now got it?!!!"

Claire heard an anxious voice from the phone before the call was suddenly cut off.

Claire shivered from the cold when a breeze passed by. The man was looking at his phone and sighed when he noticed the woman beside him shivering.

As a gentelmen he removed his hood and offered it at the woman.

"You should use this."

"No... its alright i can manage."

Claire was surprised and refused it politely. The man frowned at her refusal and offered it to her again.

"You should use it, i insist!... you're drenched and might caught a cold. Besides i need to go and the place is just around the corner and the rain is not that strong anymore..."

The man tried to convince Claire and placed the hoodie in her hands, when he was about to run outside the cover Claire's hand caught the sleeve of his shirt.

"Can i please have your contact no? At least i should return your things, you already let me use your handkerchief and now your hoodie."

The man saw Claire's determined gaze. The man nodded. Claire took out her phone and passed it towards the man.

The man dialed some numbers and returned the phone to Claire.

"Well i gotta go now, it was nice meeting you miss."

The man bid farewell and ran through the rain. Claire stared as the man disappeared in the distance. She looked at her phone and saw the name of the person.

"Mr. Chimchim huh? what a cute name..."

She softly whispered with a smile, she placed her phone inside the bag and decided to wear the hoodie.

The hoodie's smell was the same with the handkerchief.

"What a really good smell..."

She can't help but breath deeply cause the smell was totally pleasing, her face burned once more as she felt like a pervert.

After a few more minutes the rain cleared out and claire finally headed out towards home with a mental note to text Mr. Chimchim later and say thank you once again.