“Stop touching me,” he breathed. Hands everywhere, feeling him, sliding up and down and sneaking even into the areas he kept most hidden, it held his own and tickled his feet. He was soaked. He was washed, wringed and hung. He was washed, wringed and hung so much that it was draining him of colour, at least, that's what it felt like.

“Let’s go, hyung.” 

3. A raindrop landing on your cheek is a kiss from someone in heaven who is watching over you.