A dark espresso in a small, clean white ceramic mug was placed on a tea-colored glass table in front of a tall young man who stared blankly out of the clear glass wall until the sound of the glass and saucer clashing. Interested in returning him, he hurriedly gave a small smile. With a soft thank you to the young man who was an employee of the shop who brought hot coffee to serve before looking up to look at the atmosphere outside again.

Masses of black clouds gathered in large lumps that looked heavy and even poured down a lot of rain. It was around five o'clock in the evening like this and he should be able to go home and roll over on the wide bed. But we had to sit and shelter from the rain in a coffee shop along the way.

It wasn't that he didn't have an umbrella to protect him from the rain, it was just that he didn't want the legs of his navy suit pants to get wet with rain stains and sand.

'Lee Seung Hoon' moved his hand to grab a cup of fragrant coffee and took a slow sip. The warmth spread throughout his mouth before slowly... His body temperature warmed up as he gulped down the dark liquid. As the caffeine was stimulated into his bloodstream, Ploi felt somewhat better, even though he had previously been upset because of the water drops from the sky.

But his small eyes widened when he accidentally looked outside again. His heartbeat began to beat faster as his focus at this time caught the image of someone standing at a bus stop sheltering from the rain.

Without waiting, about three blue bills were placed on the small table. The tall figure stood up but didn't forget to grab his bag and the rain umbrella on the chair next to him.

At this moment, he didn't care that his trouser legs were soaked, his face was covered in rainwater. Or the cold air from the sky water will make him catch a cold.

Because his attention was on the bold young man who was standing there sheltering from the rain.

The rain umbrella was opened before he could even begin to raise it to cover his head. The raindrops hit the canvas with a loud noise that made him annoyed. But he was overlooked when he walked across the road with two feet, stopping abruptly before extending his umbrella closer to another person to shield him from the rain, which was what motivated him to walk.

... with concern that if it is exposed to cold water spray for a long time Existing allergy symptoms will worsen...

"Seunghun!"

"Hi... Long time no see, Minho."

Song Min Ho's eyes widened when he saw that it was a young man who was no more than three centimeters taller than him. Slim but with broad shoulders, his body looked large under a fitted suit, but it made him look more dignified. Those small eyes, although almost invisible, radiated a surprising amount of concern, and the thin lips raised the corners slightly, like a smile.

Everything about Seunghoon is still the same. No, it has to be said that Seunghoon looks much better than before.

It had been about five years since Seunghoon had not seen his owner. His dark skin was like sweet honey, his face and sharp eyes made him even more charming. Day by day, Minho's handsomeness has become more and more enhanced until his charm is overflowing. Minho is a sexy man. He is a man that any girl who meets her will fall in love with. Not even him who is a real man.

... Lee Seung Hoon ...

A yellow tank top with a deep slit on the side, revealing a dazzling array of dull-colored tattoos on his side. As time went by, Minho's passion for body art grew more and more green. and various letters That is another thing that creates charm for the man in front of you.

But the clothes that barely covered his body caused a small storm of dissatisfaction within the tall and slender man's chest. All that time 'Song Min Ho is Lee Seung Hoon's treasure' No matter how much time passes, the dark-skinned man's preciousness becomes more and more. More than gold or any other gem in the world.

"Um...that's good."

"What do you mean by that?"

The eyebrows on his face were furrowed together until they almost formed a knot in the center of his forehead. All sorts of doubts wouldn't have arisen if Minho's tone hadn't changed.

A low, sad voice Listening to it makes me feel very lonely and depressed...

As far as I can see, I'm far away. I've been worried about it for the past five or six years. Minho's life was happy, almost completely different from his. Minho was raised like a youngster. His family's work and status were stable and rich enough for the only son of the family to play with bottles of alcohol and nonsense. throughout the entire life, not even matters of the heart, which 'Kim Jin Woo' is the lucky person to have the heart of his only precious possession.

That's right...Minho loves Jinwoo with all his heart without thinking about it and looks up to people like him.

Minho never looked at Seunghoon even out of the corner of his eye, no matter how good he was.

... Since Minho and Jinwoo, Seunghoon has become a bitch...

The gap between him and the dark-skinned young man widened day by day to a frightening degree. The intimacy during their university studies was constantly fluctuating to the point of being on the verge of collapse.

Seunghoon therefore decided to withdraw to settle down and take care of Minho from afar rather than letting this precious sentimental treasure slip away and disappear from his life, despite the pain all the time when he heard the news that the two still loved each other. So good that I had to lick the gaping wound in my own heart.

His eloquent face bowed slightly at the same time as the wind blew cold raindrops onto his face. His hand rose to caress his upper arm, hoping to relieve the coldness. The thin muscle shirt that Minho wore was only intended to make himself uncomfortable in order to get the attention of his lover. He didn't intend to show off his body. Physically or seductively

"It's ... I ... I ..."

“If it's difficult, you don't have to tell me.” The small umbrella that was held in the tall man's hand was extended in front of the other person's face until it was able to block most of the raindrops. Minho's eyes widened. He raised his head to meet a pair of small, meaningless eyes. His white face became smooth and red, probably because Seunghoon's delicate skin had been exposed to the cold air for a long time. Really?"

Even though he didn't understand what Seunghoon was going to do, he was willing to go and pick up the small umbrella and hold it.

The two white hands slowly took off their large navy blue suit and covered the other's shoulders with concern, but it made Minho think that the other's actions were more than he could accept.

... It's not because I don't like it, but because I'm considerate ...

"Your shirt is going to get wet."

"It's okay. That's it, you worry about yourself. What do you think about wearing a thin tank top? Does this come out on a rainy day without listening to the weather forecast?”

"As fierce as an old uncle. I didn't realize it when I got here."

"Is it funny? This is really worrying.” The person who was scolded almost instantly turned into a grumpy dog. The sharp, mischievous look in his eyes disappeared and turned into the same sad look as before. But then he called out Seunghoon's senses that what he had done accidentally was really too much. "I'm... sorry."

"Um... that's okay."

The umbrella was wrestled back into the hands of its true owner, so Minho raised his hands and tightened his large shirt to cover almost every part of his body. The coldness was relieved by the warmth from Seunghoon's body that was still stuck within the fabric. He sniffled because suddenly The snot flowed like turning on a faucet.

Probably because the allergies he already had were taking their toll.

"Let's go home. I'll take you."

"Ah ... um."

Under the same umbrella, the figures of two large young men were walking side by side along the sidewalk. Raindrops continued to hit the canvas, cold water flowing down the white fabric of Seunghun's left shirt sleeve. Minho's body was so wet that almost the entire left side of his body was soaked through the fabric of his genuine leather briefcase, which was dripping with rain, while Minho's legs were only slightly wet from the legs of his bleached jeans.

"Seunghoon, you're all wet."

"I don't mind. You have allergies, I'm more worried about you..."

The conversation stopped as did Minho's legs. A white man under a small umbrella stopped walking. His tall, slender body turned to look at another man who was starting to get wet. He looked down at the dull cement floor and his hair began to droop down against his face. It wasn't long before the man's thick body in the rain began to tremble as his sniffles and sobs began to compete with the sound of falling raindrops.

"Oh, I..." His sharp face lifted up and looked into the eyes of the person in front of him. No matter how dark his skin was, he couldn't hide the red color on his face, and no matter how much cold rain streamed down his face, he couldn't wash away the tears from his big eyes. So, "Why did Jinwoo hyung have to leave me?"

"Minho ..."

The umbrella in his hand was thrown away mercilessly, and it floated on the puddle of water. Pain surged up Seunghoon's heart, those clear tears even though they were washed away by raindrops. But if he still doesn't stop sobbing, the rain will continue to fall until the next day. Unable to completely wash it away, Seunghoon's heart twitched as if it would stop when he saw Minho crying harder until his legs became weak, causing him to squat down and bury his face in the strong forearms of his suit jacket, wet from the rain. That can no longer absorb tears

"Wh...why? What...are we...not good at? Jinwoo ... to leave..."

The voice of his lover was swallowed when he felt the force of pulling hard until he was squatting. That wavering changed to kneeling. Bloodshot eyes widened when his chin suddenly lifted up and rested on someone else's thick shoulder. He felt strong arms hugging him behind him, and the warmth from his high body spread out until he could feel it.

Even though both of their bodies were wet, Minho's body didn't feel the chill from the steam from the sky. At this time, Minho was so shocked that he forgot that he was drowning in regret.

... Seunghoon is hugging him ...

"Sa ... Seunghoon."

"Minho, don't cry because of anyone again."

"From now on...can I let this Lee Seung Hoon take care of you? I may not have good looks like that Kim Jin Woo, but I promise and dare to pledge my heart and life that I will never make you sad or cry like other people have done before giving me a chance. Just once, Song Minho."

His hair, wet from washing, was soaked with a clean white towel until it began to dry. A thick figure in a bright yellow overalls over a thin tank top that he liked to wear regularly and light shorts stood drying his hair while looking. Looking out of the bedroom window on the fifteenth floor of a high-rise apartment building, I could clearly see everything below, including the rain that had not left since that evening, reflecting in the light. So many colors that it became a hazy image throughout the city.

'I've always liked you. I liked you even before that Jinwoo got your heart. Minho, can I be here to take care of you? Can I be the last person in your life?'

The small voice of the tall man that Minho had accidentally met that evening still resonated in his ears. The thick hand stopped wiping the fragrant hair with men's shampoo, which was still stuck on his scalp in his brain. Minho's crazy thinking process didn't quite work out. Minho didn't know what to do next. He still loved Jinwoo even though he had been mercilessly abandoned at this time. The small back slowly faded.

Disappearing from him and another man named 'Kang Seung Yoon' is still stuck in my mind, difficult to erase even if it takes a million tears. And the image of an ordinary young man hugging him in the rain in the evening ran in, overlapping it, pulling Minho's consciousness to know that there was always someone who cared for him.

Both wanted to cry out of pain from the love that had just passed away and both wanted to smile out of embarrassment from the true feelings from the mouth of a former best friend.

Minho let out a laugh from his throat as he lay sprawled out on the thick bed, his hair not yet completely dry. A small towel was tossed onto the marble floor, cold against the air. His head was heavy because he had to think so much at the same time. A dull ache spread from his head to his muscles, making him instantly aware that he was about to have the flu. His thick body curled up and stood up before his long legs stepped forward and grabbed a small round jar filled with white paracetamol tablets and drinking water. Take the medicine before it gets worse.

It was him who had always been stupid because he didn't know how Seunghoon felt even though Seunghoon's actions always told him. What do you think of him? In the concern, good hope, and care before that, it was an expression of love. But it was Minho himself who was foolish and ignorant and chose to love another person according to his own heart. Only Kim Jinwoo, that small, sweet-faced man, could capture the heart of a handsome man like him.

... But he was wrong ...

In the end, good hands came and grabbed Jin-woo's heart to take care of him, and they also grabbed his heart and crushed it and trampled it until it was shattered, not a single piece was left.

Kang Seungyoon is the person who took the little body and heart to take care of. Minho doesn't know what good Seungyoon has, he just knows that another young man who has stepped in to be a thorn in the middle between He and his ex-lover had cut a deep wound into his little heart.

It should have been enough of the regret he received, but Jinwoo continued to aggravate it with his careless words until it became a gaping wound in his whole heart that was difficult to heal.

'Sorry, Minho. In the past, I didn't love you at all. Thank you for the past four or five years. You took good care of me. I'm sorry for always misunderstanding that I love you. Don't worry about me. I believe that Seung Yoon, the person I love and who loves me, will take good care of me. I'm sorry you had to be selfish like this...'

Many times, love makes us stupid. Minho himself is a slave to the stupidity of a disappointed love. He chooses to seek attention, hoping only to get Jinwoo back. On the day the weather forecast said it would rain all day, a stupid thought inside of him begged him to grab a new yellow tank top from the summer collection and wear it to catch the breeze. He wanted to make himself sick so that Jin-woo would come back to take care of him or be concerned about him like every time he was sick, even though it was a childish thought.

The more stubbornly he tried to hold on, the more Jin-woo walked away from him, along with his new lover, and finally, someone he thought was missing from his life came back, carrying his concern. Through the thick suit that was now hanging on the closet door and the small rain umbrella to keep him from getting sick.

Seunghoon always remembered that he had allergies, whether it was air, dust, dog hair, or even rain.

It was funny that Minho suddenly felt like he was a big magnet. Ready to push the person you love farther away and attract people who think they are very different to each other, moving closer to each other every moment.

The stress kept his head thinking so much that he felt like the two paracetamol pills he had just swallowed couldn't stop the pain from the cigarette pack. The lighter and mobile phone were grabbed by a firm hand before the owner was able to take himself out onto the balcony to get some fresh air mixed with the raindrops.

The cigarette was lit before the serrated mouth began to pump nicotine into the lungs. The toxins were burned out into dull gray smoke that floated away into the air. At least it made him stop thinking too much about things for a while.

Sometimes I wonder at myself... Why do people who have been left behind like him not feel sad, sad, or cry like crazy like everyone else? The more it rains, the more the atmosphere makes you want to go out on the roof to dry in the rain, like a soap opera or music video, but... not at all He shed tears only last evening. And after that He no longer longed, mourned, or thought about Jinwoo.

The mobile phone that was carelessly left behind vibrated gently when a message from a famous chat application came in. Surprise arose when he didn't have a lover to talk to, but why was there? Lots of notifications coming in

'Minho'

'If you give me a chance. Tomorrow after work I will wait for you at the same bus stop.'

'No matter how late it is, I will wait for you.'

'But if the clock says midnight'

'I will consider you disgusted with me and I will not bother you again.'

'I will be the one who disappears'

'although ...'

'I will love you no matter how much I love you.'

The mobile phone was still on the head of the bed when Seunghoon mustered up the courage to send Minho a message, even though he didn't know if the person he really wanted to meet would come or not. His body changed his posture from Sprawled out on the bed just moments ago, he stood up to his full height before his long legs traced their feet towards the window. The entire city was still covered in rain.

He never really liked the rainy season. It was cold and made me feel sticky and sticky. Being sick and feeling unwell makes you feel incredibly lonely.

His mouth curled into a smile as his thoughts finally drifted to the other person he had just messaged…

The heartbeat would intensify if Minho came for the appointment tomorrow. It would be a very good thing. The best thing in his life was better than graduating with a first class honors degree as payment for his hard work. and study hard But if Minho doesn't come out to him? He would regret it again and it would be a big regret. Because he himself would have to leave Minho's life.

There isn't even the word 'friend' left.

There isn't even the word 'acquaintance' left.

Pain shot into his heart and he had to suppress it before his brain replaced the negative feelings with the warmth of the little person's embrace.

It's similar to a novel that has a love scene in the rain.

But when he thought of the evening, his mouth opened into a smile filled with happiness. His hands raised to fold over his chest, as if holding on to a warm hug even amidst the cold air of the rain. The heavy feeling of the tip of the chin resting on the slope of the shoulder still hasn't faded, the hair is damp and mixed with the faint scent of shampoo. It still stuck to the tip of his nose. His thick body, but he saw that his small size covered his body with a big suit didn't make him look any bigger than him, which did little to remove the loneliness from Seunghoon's heart.

If Minho really gave him a chance, it would be good...

Tonight he must have stayed up all night praying that the little one would come out to meet him tomorrow.

Ah...that little one?

And why does this damn heart beat so hard?

He probably doesn't have a heart attack...right?

It seems as though people in the sky are having a bit of trouble, so much so that they cry out as the rain pours down non-stop. The bus stop is probably a popular shelter from the rain for city dwellers. When they get off work in the evening like this, people who have worked hard all day want to go back and relax to relieve their fatigue. School-age children want to find a place to travel to make themselves feel refreshed after working hard and concentrating on studying. Ten people, both men and women, small children and children, all gathered together to squeeze their bodies into the narrow bus stop. But the car they wanted to take was parked on the sidewalk and rushed up even though their bodies were soaked from the rain.

Seunghoon continued to stand in the same place sheltering from the rain for an hour in hope.

... The hope that someone will come to him and give him answers, give him a chance ...

Even though his stomach was hungry, even though he was exhausted from working hard, hope still kept him strong. Don't give up and go back to relaxing at home.

Eight o'clock...

9 p.m....

10 p.m. ...

But the closer the clock moves to a new day, the more hope that was once overwhelming slowly fades away. It fell like it had been washed away by the rain.

11 p.m. ...

From being so excited to not being able to work during the daytime, it began to crack like clear, fragile glass, ready to break at any time. At night without stars like this, the body was so tall that it was unable to stay still. He couldn't stand it any longer, his long legs began to move in circles inside the bus stop roof, the rain continued to fall until he was starting to feel tired all over his body. Luckily, on such a dark evening, there was no crazy person waiting for the bus, and there was no one to keep dizzying with him.

Five o'clock, forty-five minutes...

Won't they really come out to each other?

Won't you give each other a chance?

Does Minho really want Seunghoon to disappear from his life?

The young man was so weak that he sat down in a small chair. The heart that used to beat with hope seemed to be broken, the edges of the eyes were hot. Thinking about his own stupidity, if he knew that Minho wouldn't have come out to meet him like this, he wouldn't have put all his effort into sitting and waiting for the little guy for six hours like this.

Warm tears flowed down cheeks white and red from the weather, and the feeling of sadness in the rain made me feel so alone and lonely.

Five past five, five minutes...

Even though he had felt sorry for Minho once before, this time Seunghoon felt more. I can't explain in words how I feel. It hurts all over my heart. Pain all over the chest Stifling pain in my breathing system that made me want to call an ambulance for myself. Disappointment spread throughout my body. His brain kept processing the thought that Minho probably hated him. He shouldn't have waited until he felt cold and pitiful like this.

I wanted to laugh at my own stupidity but I couldn't.

In the end... Seunghoon still loves Minho until he dies from this world. His love for Minho would not die with him.

Five o'clock fifty-eight minutes...

Hope is truly lost when finally the person he has been waiting for all along comes back and destroys his feelings completely... again

His long legs rose to his knees before he buried his face in the hope that his damp black suit pants would absorb the stupid tears. Let it dry up. His body swayed with the force of his sobs, his consciousness trying to control him being shattered until he thought he was a crazy person. In the end, it was Seunghoon himself who pushed himself into the deep abyss of passion until in the end he couldn't. Is there anyone who can help him up?

"Are they homeless that they come to live at this bus stop?"

His voice was low but filled with brightness, causing the small eyes that had always been closed to hold back tears to widen. As soon as Seunghoon looked up at the owner of Tarantino's voice, he was shocked again, the young man he had wanted to meet for hours. This person was standing in front of him. He had a thick body but looked small to him. He was covered with a bright blue raincoat. If it was night again and the rain was falling, the curtains of tears were still wet, making the vision difficult. how much His white hand wiped the tears away casually before he began to gather himself again.

... Song Minho was actually standing in front of him ...

"Mi .. Minhoya"

His tall and slender body rose up before he threw himself into the thick body of another man. His two strong arms pulled the person he missed so close to his body that there was no space for air to pass through and the various torments that kept him bound. The Hun kept it and it disappeared. The soft body that was touched was a sure answer that Minho, the young man whose heart had been yearning to meet the most, had really come to him.

I did not dream or fantasize at all.

"I'm sorry, Seunghoon, for keeping you waiting for so long..." The smaller man's strong arms slid up to embrace the slightly timid man, their bodies so close that he could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat, warmth spreading throughout. Relieving the chill from the low temperature, the humidity of the weather was ignored as if it were a clear night. Minho felt the pressure of the nod on his left shoulder.

The feeling of another person's thick hand caressing his chubby head made his heart almost explode. I kept thinking and repeating to myself how I had overlooked a good person like Seunghoon, how I had left this man as warm as a fireplace on Christmas night, and how I had abandoned a good person to live with someone who didn't have a heart for like long. How can it be five to six years? “Seunghoon...I…”

"We're lovers." Slender eyes widened again at the small voice. He whispered in his ear, even though the raindrops hit the roof and the road, but that didn't wash away the level of sincerity in his soft, sweet voice. "I'm your boyfriend, Minho. I love you. I've always loved you. Please give me the opportunity to be an important person in your life.

I'll be the one to take care of you from now on."

"Ah ... um."

The tears had already been washed away by the raindrops, the bodies between the two of them were separated by lingering, the taller man's white face was red as the hope that had once been shattered once again formed a lump inside. The chest is not pounding. Even though the answer he received was short and vague, if his sharp face framed a wide smile that conveyed sincerity, Seunghoon seemed to receive a clear answer to the point that he couldn't keep his expression down until he accidentally leaned down his face and kissed him softly. The corners of the little one's mouth wavy.

"I love you the most, Minho."

“Even though I was slow to realize it, I also…” If the words Minho would say would speed up his own heartbeat, it would be a true feeling. It is not pity or sympathy for another person. "I love you too, Lee Seunghun."

"How cute?"

Seunghoon laughed happily when he saw the couple's faces, only a few centimeters apart, turn red like a tomato even though the lights were dim. Even if the raindrops fall Even though the atmosphere is not pleasant But just this, the warmth of true love can help erase anything bad. Gradually creating something new and memorable for the two young men.

The big young man's thin mouth pressed into the small man's serrated lips. His slender eyes slowly softened. Closing and accepting a sweet kiss It's a gentle touch. Not invading, but creating a framework for love that is higher and wider until it is difficult to tear it down again...

Lee Seung Hoon used to hate the rainy season.

But today he really likes this wet season...

... Because the rain helps bring back the hearts and people he loves the most...

No matter how long, Song Min Ho will always be Lee Seung Hoon's precious treasure... and forever.

Ahhh~~

It's finished... Sirent has finally finished writing. Haha.

It took us a lot of time to finish writing this story. Three weeks. Because the sirens work back at 11:00 p.m. every day. Plus I have to read a lot of books for exams. Makes this fic take a very long time to write...

This fic is another story where the sirens were inspired by a song.

RAINING

Even though the meaning of the song and the story are not the same at all. But because during this time it rains almost every day. Siren wanted to decorate something to match the atmosphere.

Grey, dull, gloomy, like the heart of a siren. Hehe ~~

I apologize if my language may not be elegant. Some subtitles may not make it as satisfying as it should be. But Sirent really tried ㅠㅠ

After releasing the rain fic Sirent will probably have to stop writing fiction for a long time. Because the word exam is just one word haha ​​~~

But when will the exam be finished? I have a chance to write a fic with Papa Yun and Ma Paew for you to read. I'll try to write a fic that's about 10 chapters long for you all to read. (But as planned There will be a Minhoon couple to enjoy together in the story keke)

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