Kibum woke up to the sound of rain slowly pattering against the sill that sat above their bed. He reached behind him blindly. Jinki wasn't snuggled up behind him as normal: there were no fingers lying spread in the soft hair below his waist, his breath wasn't tickling at the back of Kibum's neck. With the rain, it's less surprising that his boyfriend wasn't there; slow rain always made Jinki twist and turn. In bed, it's rolling over and over; when he's awake, he has to wander as though he could follow the water trails on the roof. His paths meander from the front door to the back, bare feet sliding along the ground.