Yixing is in his living room house, sitting on the couch with warm comfortable blanket hugging his waist, his legs, and his feet. It is raining outside but the sound of dropping raindrops on his windowsill and roof is very relaxing. It is so serene and the warm chocolate milk on his hands makes it even better. The street outside his window is empty but Yixing does not feel lonely. He does not feel as if he is somewhat isolated from the rain outside or outside in general.    It is a rainy Sunday morning and Yixing just wants to stay under his warm blankets, on his couch. Lu Han called him earlier that day to hang out but he decline saying: "Call your boy friend if your bored. I am going to lazy around in my house today."    He just finished a couple of songs for a Korean singing duo, Beak & Kyung. planning on making it the Chinese Market. He worked with them before and he is very happy that the two liked his composition and so they trusted him with their Chinese debut album.    He needs his rest after all the work and pressure that came with the project. He needs relaxation; thus, he does not want to leave his safe, pressure free, and serene home. But he needs to.   He needs to leave his comfortable position because outside on the street, a young man around his age is swaying to and fro before completely falling on the cold, hard sidewalk.    Yixing saw this but remain immobile because maybe the young man outside in the rain will get up. However, after some moments or so, the young man remain laying on the cold ground, rain soaking him more than he already is.    Yixing needs to get up. He needs to help the young man. And so he does get up.    He hurries outside, not bothering to get an umbrella. He crouches down and shakes the young man.    No answer, the rain continue to pour and Yixing again tries to wake the young man.    The sound of the rain colliding with the cold ground, and shivering bodies are the only thing that can be heard. And of course some distant buzzing of the city sounds in the background.    Yixing lifts the young man bridal style and walks in his house. He set the young man on the dinning room table because if he set him on the couch, well that is just stupid; the young man is wet after all.   Yixing runs to the hallway and open a closet. He takes five towels out an walks back to the dinning room. The young man still lies on the table, shivering and hugging himself yet unconscious.    Yixing takes off the young man's white dress shirt but then realizes that the dining room window is open. Yixing walks to the window and close the blinds; what if people see him undressing the young man on his table, now that is just weird and somewhat inappropriate even though he is helping the stranger.    Yixing continue to undress the young man but stop when the stranger only has his red-black-white-gray plaid boxers on. Yixing begins to wipe the cold rain off the stranger's body.    Walking to the laundry room, Yixing put the stranger's clothes and towels in the washer. He opens the closet door in the hallway again, this time taking out a very thick yet comfortable blanket.    He wraps the young man with the blanket like a burrito and carries him the the living room, setting him down on the couch he occupied earlier.    Yixing looks at the young man for a brief moment before satisfyingly smiling at his good deed.    Yixing walks in his room, dries himself, and change clothes. He goes back to the living room and turns on his stereo, playing soothing instrumentals and classical pieces before relaxing again on a seat across the couch where the young man lies.   Minutes passes, the washer yells for his attention and Yixing walks in the laundry room and put the laundry in the dryer.    Minutes passes and the dryer calls for attention. He folds the towels and the young man's clothes. He puts the towels back in the closet and walks to the living room with the young man's clothes.   Yixing stops on his track when he meets the young man's now open eyes. Tired eyes looks at Yixing's warm ones, before Yixing continue in his track with a small smile in his face.    "Here is your clothes." Yixing says as he hands the sitting young man his clothes.    "Thank you." The young man says softly or maybe it was tiredly.    "Do you want hot chocolate milk?" Yixing asks and the young man does not hesitant to answer with a nod.    Yixing walks in the kitchen to make the young man his drink while the young man gets dress.    His boxer is cold but at least it is not wet anymore.    "Thank you." The young man thanks Yixing again as he receives the hot drink.    "You are welcome." Yixing smiles and sits down on the seat across the couch. "Why are you out in the rain anyway?" Yixing cannot help it. Yes, the rain was and still is beautiful, but it is also winter; it is cold outside. Therefore walking outside during a cold rain and an even colder wind is careless or maybe even mindless.    The young man looks out the window to the still pouting rain and smiles. "I like the rain." He says and Yixing remain silent because, come on that cannot be the only reason. That is stupid. Yixing likes the rain but you do not see him walking outside. "I was being chased too, so maybe that's why." The young man smiles slightly and sort o