Beauty Spots & Cardigans, Minho x Taemin

Minho stepped out of the library after his shift, sighing when he spotted the rain. It was just a burst of unseasonal showers. It rained pretty hard but only for a short time. He did not like driving in the rain nor was he in the hurry to get back home, so he rested against the pillar, watching the rain fall before him, soaking his view, the gray clouds colliding with the dusk.

His solitude was broken when a guy stepped out of the student lounge which was adjacent to the library, grumbling softly at the rain. His dark hair was slick, his fringe a little overgrown, falling a little over his eyes. He was slender and wore a maroon oversized cardigan, his palms buried in the sleeves. His ear was pierced with a little silver earring and there was a beauty spot on the side of his nose, something which Minho found interesting. Beauty spots weren’t just called beauty spots for nothing. The next minute the guy shifted on his feet, restless; and Minho caught a glimpse of his entire face. He couldn’t help but think that the guy had the beauty spot for a very solid reason.

Minho turned back to his rainy view, thinking about the paper he had to start on but his attention returned to the guy standing beside him because now he was more restless, muttering things as he kept looking at his watch, biting his lip as he softly stomped his foot, muttering at the rain in a soft tone, “Stop, please stop.”

A few minutes later, the guy took off his maroon cardigan and held it over his head as a barrier to the showers before dashing into the rain, leaving Minho softly chuckling to how silly he seemed.
 

The unseasonal showers continued because they had been caused by the depression in the ocean. Their town wasn’t quite far from the coast and all the random, harsh outbursts of showers made sense. Usually, Minho didn’t double check if he had his umbrella on him. He always had it on him because he was too lazy to  ever take it out. His bag was pretty spacious so it didn’t matter if he carried that little extra weight anyways.

But the next day when he was stuffing his books in, he spotted his umbrella which made him immediately think of the guy who had run off into the rain with his cardigan held over his head. He chuckled to himself, shifting his umbrella to a more accessible spot in his bag before getting on his way to college.
 

A couple of days later, Minho was yet again waiting for the rain to subside the slightest, yawning as he leaned at the pillar, watching the rainy sunset again. His mind was occupied, framing an email that he had to write when he got home. But the words he was gathering all went poof when he heard the door of the student lounge open and close, and walked out the same guy, this time, wearing an ink blue cardigan, again oversized. His hair was swept off his forehead this time, revealing the pretty shape of his eyes but the piercing was the same and Minho’s eyes automatically checked on the little spot on the side of his nose. Minho couldn’t help but think that this one little thing made him absolutely handsomely delic