the bustle around you settles into a low roar in your ears as someone seats you in a chair and as the other members file in around you. you vaguely notice the shrieking crowd of fans as you instinctively smile at whatever camera happens to be pointing in your face. you know it's another interview, one of the many you've been involved in since the launch of Bonamana. and to be honest, you've exhausted all means of staying interested in the all-too-familiar questions. you're tired. everyone's tired. you lean back onto the pair of legs behind you, but they don't feel right, and you jerk upright. that's when you remember it's not his legs that are positioned behind you, not his smile, not his anything. and that vice around your heart tightens just a little bit more.

studio lights churn on, and voices are now directed into microphones. you leave most of the answering to Leeteuk, and you look out over the audience. a glimpse of his name plastered all over a fan's signboard makes you wince. we miss you! it screams at you, and you have the urge to scream back, i do too, damnit. but a sudden increase of speech by everyone around you makes you refocus your attention back on the MC. you hear, "...surprise for you guys." and you follow the line of his finger as he points to a spot behind the group. the ELFs scream the house down, but as you lay eyes on the surprise, all you hear is nothing but your heart as it pounds in the silence. positioned against the studio door in a relaxed pose is Kibum, and oh, he looks so beautiful like this. the ground shakes a little as nine other bodies jump up. but you stay where you are, because a few minutes is nothing compared to months. you dully listen to the excited and delighted words of your fellow members as you perch on the edge of your chair, re-reading the words of the signboard in front of you, and you can feel his smile pressing into the back of your palm.

but then a warm hand grabs yours, and the next thing you know, you're outside, in the rain, bundled up in the warmth of all that is Kibum. you search for what is rightfully yours, and you press your lips against them, careful to not cross the boundary into being too needy, but that fails somewhere between his hair tangling up in between your fingers and the pitter-patter of raindrops as they blend in with your tears.

"i remember when you said you wanted me to kiss you in the rain before you stopped believing in love. i just hope i'm in time, Hae."

you breathe in Kibum and his love and you think he's more than just in time.