for kmlo2. it's so short and i am so sorry but i thought of this and just had to write it. i hope it's cute enough to make up for the length O3O

Jongup watched Himchan from the window of the building they were filming in. He watched the dark clouds rolling across the city’s horizon and pondered what the elder was doing outside on his own. Jongup knew Himchan had been feeling homesick no matter how much he enjoyed America. It wasn’t his fault though. Everyone knew felt it. But no matter how many times Himchan was assured it was all okay, he’d just mumble and walk off to get a drink. Jongup hated how to see him hurt.

He sighed looking from Himchan’s dark hair to the reflection of his feet in the glass pane. He didn’t miss home at all. Jongup was the only one who really could stay there. He knew he’d miss his parents and friends but he could always go back to visit. He would miss the fans though. That he was sure of.

Jongup looked worriedly at the sky again, jumping back when droplets began to hit the window. He glanced at the door and grabbed the umbrella he’d brought with him that morning. He was beyond relieved to have it as he hurried down the two flights of stairs and out the front door of the lobby. When he got to the curb, Himchan was standing with his hands at his hips and blank expression that mirrored the lonely grey of the street. Jongup popped open the umbrella and held it above their heads.

Himchan’s eyes flickered to the younger without turning his head. Jongup was comfortable, even though the cool air bit at his ankles, and simply stood without speaking. He didn’t know if Himchan appreciated it or not but Jongup felt better knowing that he could help. Even if it was just once, even if it was just a little.

The small and sudden warmth of his hand being taken up was pleasant to Jongup. He didn’t need to look down to see how his fingers would be curled around Himchan’s hand, how their palms would be flat together and how he’d give the elder’s hand a gentle squeeze. They could feel the electricity of each other’s touch just saying that they were there, together, and that they always would be.

“Jongup-ah?” The younger hummed. “I’m cold, let’s go inside.”