Epilogue

The sun was streaming down through the window, lighting the figure on the bed, cocooned in a piece of blanket with hair in disarray across the pillow. His face can be the epitome of peacefulness in this state, really. But well, seems like the alarm hates him so much though, that it dared to wake him up from his deep deep sleep. Cursing under his breath he slams the clock in such force and nearly proceeds to throw it to the nearest wall when he finally noticed the hour hand lays on top of the number eight.

“HOLYSH- MOM YOU SHOULD’VE WAKE ME UP!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO YOUR SON, TELL ME!!! OH FOR THE LOVE OF-”

Another streams of curses are flying through his mouth as he tries to do his bathroom duties as fast as possible. Now where in the damn hell is that jeans!?

“I’ve knocked on your door half an hour ago, your loss.” A faint voice replied as he runs down the stairs and nearly tripping on the last three steps.

“Eat your breakfast first-“

“NO TIME! BYE MOM! DAD!”

The raven-haired male runs to the nearest bus stop and catches a taxi in haste. There’s no way he can make it in time by bus or train. He shouldn’t have gone to the midnight cinema last night, damn. Shouldn’t even say yes to that damn motherer sonofa-

“Where to?”

“Oh? Oh, um. Seoul Uni, art building.”

After he paid the driver in a rush and scans his student pass on the entrance, he sprints to room E06 while trying to make himself looks at least presentable. He opens the door with a loud bang and-

Damn I’m gonna be so doomed, so late so so so so so damn late-

“Choi Junhong, fancy seeing you again. Late, as usual, I presume?”

He looks up to the voice and there, in all glory, a devil with its protruding horns.

“I’m sorry maam, but-“

“Two strikes this week, if my absent list is right. Do I have to explain it again to you of how punctuality is important in the society?”

The look the devil-slash-lecturer sends him makes him gulps down and his brain is reeling for a decent reply.

“No, maam, no. Completely my fault. I’m sorry.”

She pointed him a look and he swears if looks can kill he will die in a painful heart-wrenching death in three seconds flat.

“Then I don’t have to tell you again that one-“

“one more strike then I’m out, I know. It won’t happen again, I swear.”

A frown.

“Cross my heart.”

A hand on his heart for a dramatic effect.

And, of course, his best aegyo face he can muster without degrading himself down before his classmates.

“… Fine. Take your seat.”

A mental victory punch.

“And an essay for the topic we discuss today, twice in length, on my desk in two days. Now where was I…”

Damn.

--

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

“No really. I hate you.”

“Junhong, really.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m the hyung.”

“Sod off.”

“That’s not how you treat your boyfriend, Choi Junhong.”

“And me almost kicked out of the class because your stupid midnight cinema idea is a justifiable reason for treating you like an . Now move it, Dae hyung is waiting.”

Jongup sighs and shakes his head in amusement. His boyfriend spent too much time with his hyung for the bratty side to rub on him. He blames this on Himchan. His pseudo mother loves to have the younger around to the point it is a common thing for Junhong to have dinner with the make-up family twice a week, and sometimes more. (Not that he complains, he spends more time with him. That’s a plus.) But he knows that Junhong is still that fragile and soft-hearted child that he fell in love all those years ago, who seeks for company to keep his mind off from thinking back to the blonde on the hospital bed by the window. It’s been years ago, yet the pain never leaves.

He gives a helmet to the taller male and zips up his biker jacket, then puts on his own helmet and starts his motorcycle up.

“Ready?”

“Just move it hyung.”

--

Daehyun chuckles silently. The ever-so-cuddly dongsaengs of him are still fighting like two hormonal angsty teenagers. It’s always a relaxing thing to see, strangely, despite the profanities Junhong fires at his brother. (He admits he contributes to almost half of it; Junhong has always been an agile student.)

“There there, hold the lovers spat on. Eat your lunch, or I’ll make you two pay for today.”

“But hyung~” Junhong throws him a frown. A cute one. He’s instantly reminded of a growling puppy he saw on a pet shop near his workplace, “I have to take that class again and now she hates me. Hates me. How in the world am I supposed to-“

“Hyung can’t you see that I’m not the wrong one here? Like he can always say no to the plan or something or anything. I didn’t know he has that damn class at nine-“

He raises his eyebrow and points his fork at two of them. “Eat,” he nudges the plates, “or pay.”

And that (as always) shuts them up.

“And finish this problem up. I don’t know, kiss and cuddle or something. Jae won’t like it if he hears you curse in front of him.”

Junhong’s fork stops twirling around the white pasta for a split second and Jongup glances back and forth from the man beside him to his hyung. A small smile appears on the taller and the brunette’s shoulder loosens.

“Yeah, he won’t. He’ll probably throw us a horrified look,” he chuckles as he lifts the pasta up to his mouth level. “That and he will throw us his sketchbook.”

“Sounds like Youngjae alright,”  Daehyun laughs and eats his ravioli.

“But speaking of sketchbook,” Jongup makes a face to his hyung, “you never let me see what’s inside hyung.”

“It’s for my exclusive eyes only, peasants are not allowed.”

“As if you’re a royal,” Jongup rolls his eyes and stabs his lasagna.

“But he is a royal,” Junhong grins, “royal pain in the .”

The two maknae high fives and laughs at the mock-offended look on Daehyun’s face.

“You bonded over my misery. Jae will hunt you to your graves,” he growls playfully and laughs along.

“It will be a looong long time,” Junhong grins, “but it will be great though, to see hyung again.”

“We’re going to see him soon right Daehyun hyung? I think Guk hyung clears the next weekend off so we can go to the beach and go back on Monday.”

“Really? I wanna join t- wait it’s her class again on Monday,” Junhong groans in misery, “she hates me. I swear.”

“Hang on Jello, two more years to go,” Daehyun sips his lemon tea with more time than usual. Just because.

“And I can’t wait to torture you hyung. You’ve promised me an internship at your workplace. I’ll bug you off so you can never write songs anymore,” Junhong laughs.

“Hey I pay your meals with the money I got from it, don’t you dare. Besides my songs are loved, therefore your arguments are invalid.” Daehyun retorts.

“Yes your royal highness codename ‘raindsound’ Jung Daehyun,” Jongup scoffed.

“That name is perfection okay, shut up.”

“Yes hyungnim.”

After they finished their meal Daehyun got up to the cashier counter to pay for the meals. As he opened his signature canvas bag to take his wallet he fingers brushed over a slightly hard surface. He glances down to see a medium sized brown book with hand-drawn rain droplets as the cover. He caresses the small visible black cursive ‘J’ on the corner of it before he takes his wallet out.

He pays. He puts the wallet back inside. He closes the bag.

It’s raining outside.

He smiles.

--

Hey Jae. Oh that rhymes, haha.

So. Um. Did you listen to the song well? I hope you do. I hope you realize the things I experience ever since I met you. I mean the things I said. All of them. You are the warrior. You make me feel like a weakling damsel in distress sometimes you know? You’re fighting. Hard. Alone. And I’m sorry I can’t give you anything in return for everything you’ve given me. I can’t even take the pain from you, I won’t ever know how it feels. But I’m sure you’re okay now. The pain will be gone soon, you’ll be okay soon. And… well. Um.

Jae, I know people say that patients in coma can hear it if people talk to them, so listen up okay?

Thank you for everything. Really. You’re the rain in my draught. You bring me life. They say I bring you to life too. Does it mean we’re match made in heaven? Haha. If it is true then let’s meet there again. Okay?

No I won’t make this long. I’m not those ers that say a mile long speech with ugly sobbing tears saying ‘please don’t go’ and ‘ich liebe dich’ and all. I won’t say it. I wanna say it to you, to your eyes. To your smiling face. To you. Not like this. So if you want to hear it, you have to wait for me. I’m a bossy bastard, you know it. So I demand you to wait for me and by that time I hope I can hear you saying my name and say it to me too.

Just… Be happy there okay? I’ll be okay. Junhong will be okay. Your mom and dad will be okay. Not now. But we will be. Just go there and wait for us okay?

So… Yeah. Thanks for making the rain seems so serene and thanks for showing me that like in every fairytale, there’s something we learn and cherish and keep with us till the end. For me it’s you.

Bye Jae. See you soon.

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IT'S FINIIIIISHED ;A; 

it's been a hard time finishing this to be honest. this story's always bugging in my mind, with chopped up scenes and so many scenarios. but i've decided to write this ending for the story. i hope it satisfy your taste :')

and yes you can kill me for not revealing what's there in jae's sketchbook. but for me, it's personal. jae to dae. let it be their special thing together kays?

so.... thank you for being with me till the end! you guys are the reason why my days are brighter hehehe. and as alwaysss DO COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU GUYS THINK OKAYS!? i don't mind an essay, just tell me what you guys think of the story, the epilogue, the overall, and give me somekinduva marks lol

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