“The earth has music for those who listen.”
Jimin had been stretched out in the grass, sunbathing in the central park during some of his precious free time. Certainly he had been aware that there were other people around, but Jimin also didn’t want to go bothering anyone; not everybody was as extroverted as he was. That was fine. He knew how to keep himself occupied and entertained. He was more than a little surprised when someone sitting nearby had opted to go ahead and talk to him, or think out loud, or something.
Just as the other boy said it, a fresh breeze gusted for a moment through the trees around them. Up rose the rustling music of leaves scraping together, the singing sound of millions of blades of grass. He could see exactly what the stranger had meant when he said it. The timing was so perfect that Jimin couldn’t help but wonder if the other was a demigod with power over wind or luck or something because the moment was just too perfect.
“How did you do that?” he asked, rolling over to look at what Jimin hoped would soon be a new friend.