w is for weather

It has been raining for days on end now and Seulgi is standing in front of the glass windows, pouting; she doesn't like rain. Sehun is neutral about it but he listens to her rant about how cold it is and how she misses enjoying a peaceful stroll outside even if the last time she went walking outdoors was just three days ago. She continues her spiel and he has to fight the urge to chuckle at how ridiculously passionate she is at discussing something minor like the inclement climate but then again, she’s Kang Seulgi and she always felt so strongly about things.

"And then the plants outside! They've had nothing but water, water, water, it's not—" then she is suddenly cut off because Sehun has embraced her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, his arms around her.

They listen to the gentle sound of the raindrops and the whish whosh of the breeze outside. 

"Better?" Sehun whispered.

Seulgi snuggles up against him and draws a long exhale. "Hmm."

~O~