Some people feel the rain, others just get wet.

Jongin leaned even closer to the brunette, half lidded eyes staring at the pale male’s pink plush lips. Yixing could feel the other’s hot breath on his lips; heart beating fast and shivers running down his spine. This was it, the moment he was oh so desperately waiting for, this was what he wanted, not Jongin’s heart but his body and pouty delicious looking lips. He didn't care if the younger male was in love with someone else—he didn't care if Jongin only wanted to use him, because let’s face it that was exactly what Yixing wanted himself.

But then again was that really what the brunette wanted?

“Stop! I—I can’t do this, we can’t…” Jongin shifted his gaze from the paler male’s lips to his earthy brown eyes.

“You don’t want to kiss me anymore? Didn’t you say that I was yours earlier and that you wanted me?” Yixing gulped; hand awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

"Look, it's—"

"What?"

“I just don’t want to be used anymore…”

“I see, you like using people but you don’t like to be used right?” Yixing narrowed his eyes at that.

“What? What made you say that? When did I ever use you?” The tanned male let out a hollow laugh; eyes back to the star filled sky. 

“Never mind.”

“No! Jongin what did you mean by that?”

“You’ve been…just…never mind.” Jongin huffed; clearly annoyed by being rejected. Yes Yixing wanted Jongin before—when the younger was that unbelievably beautiful male god with the stunning brown eyes, he wanted Jongin because who the hell wouldn’t? But that was when Yixing had no idea the younger was already so deeply in love with someone else. He wanted him because Jongin was so good looking and naïve but sadly he couldn’t come between two lovers. At first he was the one that wanted to use the younger but as it seems Jongin has his own plans of using him as well.

The dark night got even colder; bright moon mocking both boys’ low moods. Yixing secretly eyed Jongin for a while; the younger was wearing the same red sweater from the day they tried to burn the Wu Magazine down. He looked extremely drained for a nineteen year old kid. The younger also had dark circles under his eyes, probably from lack of sleep or working himself too hard.

“Tell me about Kyungsoo.” Jongin looked more than startled by the brunette’s weird request.

“Kyungsoo hyung?”

“No, not that one the other one. Are you kidding me right now how many Kyungsoos do you happen to know?” Yixing teased and Jongin rolled his eyes.

“What do you want to know?”

“Does he love you back?” The younger was clearly taken aback by the question.

“He—I’m not sure…but he does love me I’m just not sure if he loves me the same way I do.” Yixing hummed; eyes on his entwined slender fingers.

“Why did you fall for him?” Jongin wasn’t quite sure why he was answering the noisy brunette’s questions, but he did nevertheless. It felt kind of good talking about his feelings to someone other than Sehun, who never seems to stop making fun of him for it.

“Because he’s my everything.” As simple as that; Kyungsoo was always there for him and he’ll always be. An anchor to his mess of a boat.

“How cheesy Jongin-ah. Why is Kyungsoo your everything?” The brunette was pushing himself slowly on the swing; fringe almost covering his eyes. Jongin felt an unusual desire to push the stray hair off the elder’s forehead but quickly shook the bizarre thought away.

“Why are you asking me though?”

“Don’t answer a question with another one Jongin-ah, that's not how it works.” Yixing winked at him making the younger snort; a small smile gracing his gorgeous face.

“Because it’s hard not to fall for Kyungsoo hyung.”

“So basically what you’re saying is that your Kyungsoo hyung is a trap, right?” Jongin couldn’t help but chuckle; the sound so rich and contagious to the brunette’s ears. Yixing couldn't help but smile back.

The younger’s chuckle soon turned into a fit of laughter; so loud and carefree under the star-filled cold night. Yixing smiled along, dimples pronounced proudly on his pale cheeks. For some unknown reason it felt really good making the younger male laugh.

“Kyungsoo hyung doesn’t have dimples though.” Yixing blinked at the tanned male who was staring at his face with sparkling crescent eyes.

“Guess he’s not that perfect after all.” Jongin chuckled once more; feet pushing his body on the swing.

It was now once again Yixing’s turn to stare shamelessly at the younger. The brunette had his fair share of men and women in his life, and because he was the son of a very rich and powerful man, he has only been with people from the same upper class as him. People who changed their clothes five times a day just because—people who did not lift a finger because they had other people doing things for them instead.

Yixing was used to being spoiled, his maids spoiled him too much because he rarely got the chance to see his own parents, and because he loved being spoiled he stopped dating girls and switched to men as a substitute. He enjoyed it when men bought him stuff and worried about him all the time. He loved being cared for because it felt really good. It worked as a replacement for his mother’s lack of affection and his father’s constant disappearance.

Jongin on the other hand was entirely different from anyone else he ever had eyes on, because for the first time in his life Jongin made him feel an odd need of taking care of him, to take care of the younger rather than what he’s used to. To spoil the beaten down looking younger, to buy him new clothes that would fit him perfectly instead of the only old looking red sweater he seemed to have. To make him laugh and forget about life's unfair rhythm.

“Kyungsoo hyung once told me that everyone on this earth have a soulmate somewhere, it’s only a matter of time until you find yours.” Yixing blinked in daze at the younger’s sudden blurt out.

The brunette didn’t answer; because what the hell was he supposed to say anyway? He doesn’t even understand why Jongin is telling him this, obviously he never asked about what Jongin’s Kyungsoo hyung says or thinks.

“Kyungsoo hyung also said that when you love someone you must be faithful to them, you must only have eyes for that someone…” Jongin bit his lower lip; lean body still moving on the swing. "I'm clearly not as faithful as I thought I was..."

"Is was all my fault Jongin. Don't beat yourself up about it." Jongin simply hummed as a response, clearly not convinced. 

The sky was getting darker, the moon no longer in sight. Cold wind biting the two males’ sensitive skins. The brunette brought out a cigarette and his turquoise lighter out of his pocket.

“You smoke?” Jongin raised a brow.

“Want one?” The younger shook his head no; chilly wind messing up his already messed up curly dark locks.

“I used to smoke too, but Kyungsoo hyung found out—actually Sehun told him and he got mad at me…so I quit. You should too, it’s bad for your health.” Yixing smirked; droopy eyes glistening with mischievousness.

“I really don’t care if your Kyungsoo hyung gets mad at me so why should I?” The brunette was getting a bit irritated by how many times the younger mentioned Kyungsoo till now, it was getting ridiculous really. Kyungsoo this, kyungsoo that, kyungsoo said, kyungsoo did. It was like Jongin was possessed by his elder.

"It's not up to anyone but yourself if you want to quit or not."

"Well, I don't think I want to."

“I can help you if you want...” Yixing snorted at how foolish the younger sounded.

“With what?”

“To quit smoking I mean, I can help you. Trust me it’s not that hard.” Jongin’s eyes lingered on a spot near the brunette’s neck, Yixing couldn’t help but blush at how intense the younger’s eyes were on his exposed skin.

“No thanks, I love smoking. It’s art you won’t get it.” Jongin was still staring at his neck; orbs coated with something the brunette couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“Killing yourself by your own hands is art for you? That’s just absurd, hyung.” A raindrop that came from nowhere met with Yixing’s bare pale skin; making him shiver at the cold sensation.

“Hyung?” Jongin’s eyes swiftly went wide at realizing the mistake he did.

“It’ll rain. Do you have your car with you?” The brunette could tell Jongin was trying to avoid the embarrassment even though his cheeks were already turning into various shades of red. 

“Nope, I came with a friend and he left me here. But I’ll manage don’t worry.” Yixing beamed; his deep dimples distracting the younger for a moment.

“It’s late Yixing, I’ll take you.” It wasn’t an offer. Jongin stood up waiting for the older to follow.

The rain fell at a steady rate; the brunette closed his eyes ignoring the younger in front of him completely. He pushed himself on the swing, feeling the freezing drops on his ice like cold skin. It felt refreshing in a way, cigarette somewhere forgotten on the ground and mind blank with only his heartbeat as a background sound.

“Push me, Jongin.” Jongin stared at the elder with an expression that screamed ‘Are you out of your mind’ for a few seconds; but sadly for him the brunette had his eyes closed. Yixing was still pushing himself on the rusty swing, waiting for Jongin to do as he was told.

Eventually the younger complied—a loud chuckle escaping his mouth. They spent hours under the rain, laughing and trying all kind of kids’ games in that playground. From slides to see-saws, the brunette felt a freedom he haven’