He began to come frequently to the hospital for some reasons. One of them was (of course) errands… and well the other reason was a certain blonde by the window who always managed to make him smile even in his grumpy state. Oh and Jongup's tagging along sometimes now, Youngjae's giant friend seems to be too close for comfort with his "brother". Even after Himchan was discarded, he still came to visit every time he can.

And yes sometimes it was raining, but Youngjae seems happier when it did (and he liked a smiling Youngjae more, ehem) so he had no more complaints left. Ok maybe some whines but Youngjae always flashed him an amused smile every time he did and flicked his forehead to make the frown disappear.

Today marked 5the 7th week since he came to the room for the first time. As if celebrating, the rain washed Seoul like a storm, much to Daehyun's annoyance. The sound of the rain's pitter-patter was beginning to get on his nerves and his frown deepened, even after Youngjae flicked his forehead twice already. He then felt a tug on his fingers and he turned to the blonde man, who's holding the sketchbook for him to see.

Stop frowning or I'll punch you in the face to make it leave.

"Sorry Jae. I'll try to punch myself next time."

The younger rolled his eyes at him.

Why do you hate rain so much anyway?

"Do I have to tell? Why should I?"

Youngjae glared at him with a look of pure hatred before scribbling down.

Fine. Be it that way. I don’t care.

"But you do though…”

He smirked at the blonde, who was now pouting and slapped his arm lightly.

Tell me now or I’ll kick your like a warrior I am.

"My is perfectly fine the way it is now thanks."

Then tell me? Like please?

And that puppy eyes look upon Youngjae’s face made Daehyun blurted out his answer before he even realized it.

"Well... It's gloomy. It's cold. It's noisy. It's annoying."

Youngjae looked at him in disbelief.

No it's not. It's calming not gloomy.

"Not for me."

You're hopeless. You're too uptight for your own good mister.

"I'm doing well like this."

No I don't think so.

Before Daehyun can retort back Youngjae slipped out from his blanket and ripped the IV from his hand.

"What the are you d-"

A hand clamped his mouth and muffled his reply. He tried to take it off but Youngjae took the hand instead and mouthed "follow me" before dragging Daehyun down the corridor. Knowing better than to cuss out loud in the hospital he let Youngjae to drag him to God knows where. But wait this path is the only path that will lead to...

"It's raining and you wanna go to the garden? For God's sake are you outta your mind Jae!?"

Youngjae held his hand even tighter until they were out in the garden, with no umbrellas or protection. With no roof above them. Only them, the wet garden, and soaked clothes. Daehyun tried to comprehend the situation, and it dawned on him after a full ten seconds that Youngjae was a patient and he was out without his IV tube and he was soaked to the bone. And he just ran a good meter from where he was standing now.

"Ya Yoo Youngjae! What the f-"

Daehyun strode to face the blonde, but the view he saw caught his voice inside his throat and stopped him in his track. Youngjae was standing an arm length in front of him with his eyes closed, head titled up to welcome the droplets upon his face with a small smile. The blonde hair was wet, sticking to his nape, making it a darker shade of blonde than the normal. Then slowly he opened his eyes and lifted his hand up to catch the raindrops, which slipped down from his open palm to the ground.

Feet rooted to his spot, Daehyun felt the feeling he always trying to deny. Refusing to name it he always tried to shrug off the feeling he got everytime he saw Youngjae. That twists inside his heart that made him feeling pain and joy in the same time. He never felt this kind of thing before. Not even with his previous girlfriends. But why did Youngjae made him feeling this way?

Ever so slowly the blonde man turned his head towards him, head still titled up making the raindrops flowed across his face and down to his chin. His smile was gone and those eyes were as blank as the first time Daehyun saw him in the hospital room. He didn't know what made him do it, but he slowly stepped closer to Youngjae. When he was finally in front of the long haired man he cupped his face and descend his lips towards Youngjae's.

It was cold. And wet. And he didn't like it. It was not sweet like the kisses he shared with his other flings. It was not passionate. It was raining hard. He didn't like it. But when Youngjae grasped his hands with his and kissed him back, he felt... As if nothing matters anymore. As if he's finally complete. As if the only ones left were him and the man in his arms. Then it was over.

Youngjae was still looking at him with that blank stare, but there's something that overtook that emotionless look. Daehyun wasn't sure of it, was it the rain or was it tears, because Youngjae suddenly kissed him again. And the magic returned, filling him with the nameless emotion over and over again.

The rain was still pouring, they were still soaked to the bone, and Daehyun still hated rain. But for the first time in his life he wanted to stay in that moment. To stop the time where the rain was still enveloping him and Youngjae. To be with Youngjae forever. Like this. Just like this.


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