Try asking yourself, who do you think of when it rains...? ☂

☂ Just a rainy day ..  ☂

The sound of thunder sounded even though the air outside was still hot. The sky started to turn dark, a sign that it would soon rain in large volumes. The petite young man had his arms crossed, his face facing out the window. The steam from the glass was so hot that he couldn't help but think that it would be better if it rained now.

Slender eyes looked around until they stopped at the bodies of two people standing on the bright green grass. Mok and Kwan are standing and taking pictures of trees, grass and the sky. Next to it, at the edge of the field, Aoijai's group were sitting and chatting happily. If he guessed correctly This session must have been a free class for class 6/1. Da turned his eyes back to Mok and Kwan and couldn't help but think of someone.

...Where have you disappeared to?

Before long, water droplets began to splash against the clear glass until they gradually increased in intensity until they fell heavily. The group of children in Room 1 have already moved into hiding under the school building. Da took his eyes off Teacher Wilai who was taking some kind of Nirat recitation test and looked back at the window again. A small hand lifted up and touched the glass as if to touch the raindrops.

I like it when it rains. Because it's cool and I don't like hot weather.

I like listening to the sound of the rain. Because it sounds refreshing and sleepy.

I like the smell of rain when it hits the ground. It made him reminisce about old times.

“Shit! It's raining again. It didn't rain in the afternoon. What happened when people were going home?" The little body cursed angrily when he saw that the rain was falling down like the sky was leaking. As for the other tall figure standing behind him, he just laughed softly in his throat.

“Well, it's rainy season. What the fuck are you complaining about? I don't know how to carry an umbrella.”

“On any given day, I carry an umbrella. Mommy's breasts aren't falling out, huh?"

Da quickly turned to argue with the other person who was still standing there laughing before rolling his eyes at him as a sign for the other person to stop laughing. There's nothing funny about it. It's raining but I don't carry an umbrella. The mother mist rushed home first. Otherwise, he might be able to borrow an umbrella from him. If Win didn't pay attention to the other person's behavior.

He opened his bag and reached down to find something. When his large hand touched the steel shaft, he smiled. He picked it up and showed it to the person in front of him.

“This umbrella isn't heavy. Next day, carry some so you don't have to complain.”

“Oh, you perfect guy. But...you're going to give me this umbrella, right? Thank you." He said as he stood up and grabbed his hand, not letting the other person know. If Win is still faster He hurriedly raised the hand holding the dark blue umbrella over his head. Turn to raise your eyebrows at the other person.

“Shit, this is my umbrella, why do I have to lend it to you, you shorty? It's like being P'Som, so to speak."

“Fuck Win, this is my friend -___-”

"So you're a friend? Or do you want to be with me more than a friend?"

"goose! Wherever you go, hurry up. Let the car drive through and water splash on you!” Da shouted at the other party. As for the person who was scolded, he stood and laughed happily. He likes it when Da can't argue with him and likes to yell at him. He looks like a kitten when he's angry... which means it's not scary at all. Win suppressed a smile and looked at the other person who was standing there grunting from being offended for a moment before opening up his umbrella.

“Walking with me is a bit of a squeeze. Mom's umbrella is small and fits right in."

Win said, turning to look when he didn't see that Da had any signs of following him. The small figure still stood there, looking at him with questioning eyes. His eyebrows furrowed until he wanted to walk up and slap it...

“Still...still standing short. Will I go back home? If you don't go with me this hard, I guarantee you'll sleep at school tonight."

Da didn't have to think long and walked quickly into the other person's shade. He agreed that it was this heavy. If I don't return with him, I don't know if I'll find anyone who can borrow an umbrella or not. But there is one thing that people like Oran secretly object to in their hearts.

...I don't stand short. Whether I'm sitting or walking, you'll still scold me for being short. Damn it...

The rain was still falling heavily and there was no sign of it stopping easily. Da's mother persuades Win to stay and have dinner together. Win himself has nothing to deny. He was already fascinated by the taste of this house's food, and when he went home he had to eat alone. It's better to fight and live with Aita. Until we finished eating, the rain still hadn't stopped falling, but it wasn't falling as hard as it had in the evening.

"Oh Win, are you coming back?"

A middle-aged woman asked when she saw her son's close friend pretending to return home.

“Yes, Ma, the rain has eased. Today's food made by Mom was very delicious. Thank you."

“You see us praising you every time we eat. And how do you get back here?”

“Probably a taxi.”

“It's already late. The rain hasn't stopped yet. Why don't you sleep here? Tomorrow I'll go to school with you."

Win looked at the other person alternately with the weather outside. Actually, he didn't really want to go home. A home like that would be all alone. Besides, he was used to sleeping over at Ai Ta's house since he was a child. It's just that the distance from the last time has been too long. Until Win felt strange about coming back to sleep here again. If in the end he decides to sleep over for the reason of his good-humored mother, he can't help but laugh.

“Sleep here. In the morning Win will be able to wake Da up too. I saw you were late for the day.”

“Dad, are you sure this is your outfit? It's not elementary school uniform..."

Win said, sighing. He looked at himself in the mirror and ran a hand through his hair in displeasure. Aida's shirt on his body was short, like a crop top, and it was so small that it looked tight. Luckily the shorts were elastic. Even though the fit was a little tight, it was still better than the elementary school shirt on him. You're already in 4th grade. Don't you think your body will grow up to keep up with your class?

“This is my room and I need my clothes. Do you think it's a mist's shirt?”

“Shit, can I take off my nightshirt?”

"It's up to you. But don't be too stubborn to complain that it's cold."

Da said nonchalantly. We've seen each other since childhood. He wouldn't feel embarrassed about Win taking off his shirt and sleeping on his bed. The small figure was still focused on the computer screen. On his lap was his trusty bright green guitar. Win took off the small shirt and sat next to the other person, looking at him with interest.

“What are you doing?”

“Practice playing chords. Mother couldn't catch it properly."

"Huh, what a waste. Short fingers are just that, so short."

"But I can poke you in the eye and you'll break it. Try this thing."

Da really made a move to turn around and poke the other person's eyes. Win pushed his small hand out of his sight and brought his face closer to the screen.

“This chord, is there no pressure on your fingers?”

Da let out a long breath. As he picked up his beloved guitar and tried to play the chords, "Probably like that, Mom..my finger hurts."

“You try breaking your wrist downwards. Then put your thumb on the back of the guitar neck,” Win suggested, following what his relatives had taught him. Da nodded and tried to do as the other party said. If it's still not correct as Win wanted to convey.

“No, don't put your thumb on the guitar neck. That's a normal chord, damn it."

“I'm practicing now. What the fuck are you complaining about?”

Da argued back. If Win is impatient and doesn't like to wait for anything. So he moved closer to sit behind another person, his left hand raised to hold the small hand that was holding the chord, to place his hand in the correct way. His handsome face bent so close that he could feel the faint scent of the other person's body.

"You have to hold the back of the guitar with your thumb like this..." he said as he grabbed the other person's thumb and held it in place. “...This kind of thing can be called being caught correctly. When you press on your finger, you will have strength and your voice won't be muffled.”

The deep sound floating around his ear couldn't help but make the smaller man feel embarrassed. The large hand still held his fingers along the strings of the guitar, telling him how to hold the correct chords. I swear he was listening. Even though it doesn't quite make sense to me.

You..you don't have to teach me anything close like this.

"As for the finger used to press the string, try to keep the fingertip perpendicular so it doesn't touch the other strings. Do you understand?" Win said, turning to look at the other person. Before he froze when he realized that the tip of his high nose missed the other person's round cheek by just a fraction. Win swallowed slowly when he realized that this position was like he was hugging Ai Da Lai.

Even if the person being hugged doesn't know it yet. But he suddenly felt strangely embarrassed.

...building

Holy shit, what is your heart beating so hard right now?

Win curses himself (in his head). Even he can hear his own heart beating this fast. And that guy who sat with his back pressed against his chest couldn't hear him at all? The atmosphere in the room automatically became quiet. There was no answer from either of them. There was no indication that anyone would move first. The large hand still held the other's hand loosely. Before Win decided to break the uncomfortable atmosphere.

“Why don't you try strumming it? I'll help you catch it again."

The small figure did as the other person said easily. before raising his eyebrows and making his eyes widen with happiness

“Hey, my voice isn't dead anymore! Fucking cool.”

After that, no one talked about what had happened before. Perhaps it was possible that both he and Win had forgotten the incident. Until he sat and thought back to the past. Da smiled softly to himself.

...Where are you going? This year, I'm in sixth grade...

... You're not going to come back to study, Win?

 ☂ Just a rainy day ..  ☂

The next morning, Da was walking to class as usual. Suddenly a familiar voice called out. He recognized the voice of the mist. He then turned to look. Before stopping when he found that the seat next to the mist was not as empty as usual.

...I Win...

I looked at the other person's face. Just like another person who stares back and doesn't look away. The smaller person slowly walked into the other classroom. There are many thoughts and questions in my head. If in the end you could just put down your school bag and look at the other person's face, still. and Win was the one who started first.

“Are you still angry at me?...I'm sorry. With the various things I've done to you."

Win is referring to the incident last year when he was the cause of Toey being slapped by Pee Bee.

“.........Where have you been?”

I just asked back. Asked if I'm angry right now, I'm not. It wouldn't be strange to say that I'm glad to see Win Man come back.

“My father sent me to live abroad.”

“...Are you cold?”

“It's...cold.”

Da nodded in acknowledgment. “I'll come talk to you soon. Let's go get something to eat first.”

If we've been together for a long time, it's not difficult for Mok to see that symptom. He turned around to tell the tall man sitting beside him that he was being pretentious, 'It's pretentious' and he didn't have time to say it. The pretentious person who pretended to go get something to eat turned around and turned around. This time I sat face to face with Win.

“What you said is cold, is it snowing?”

Win and Mok turned to look at each other knowingly. The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch into a smile.

"Well...there are some."

“Where have you been?”

“Go to America, New York.”

“Sassssssssssssssssssss.”

Da exclaimed softly to himself. The previously gloomy atmosphere began to relax when he saw that Da no longer had an irritating attitude towards him. Win couldn't help but smile to himself. At least he didn't make the wrong decision to come back.

"Fuck, it's so hot. I'm going to sleep in the air conditioner at the library. Do you want to go?"

Da asked after finishing playing basketball. The hot weather during the day makes little people feel clingy and tired more easily than usual. And the place that Da likes to stay to escape the heat and secretly nap is not the library. Mok agreed and asked to follow later. He then turned and asked the person next to him who was still sitting quietly. I don't know if he thought of it or not. Since coming back this time Winman seemed calmer, not speaking much and didn't seem as confident as before.

"So, are you...going to sleep with me?"

Da said, pretending to put his face so close that Win had to turn away instead. Win refused and asked to go up to his room. After hiding the bodies of Mok and Ta He let out a sigh of relief.

Just then, Daman stood in front of me.

I couldn't deny that my heart was beating fast again.

...like when teaching guitar that time

Even though the weather is very hot during the day. If it was late in the evening, the rain would come down heavily even though there had been no indication before. And of course, the little guy didn't carry an umbrella today. I could only stand and stare, looking back and forth. When I turned to see the tall figure of my best friend, I couldn't help but smile happily.

“Chiang Win, I'm so glad to see you.”

The taller man raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What the fuck are you happy about?”

“So you always carry an umbrella, right? Today, I'd like to wear an umbrella too..."

“Aida...”

“What is it?”

“...Who said I have an umbrella?”

"I didn't bring an umbrella today."

“Dammit Win! Why don't you tell me to carry an umbrella all the time and it won't be a problem?"

“Sass, it was rainy season at that time. It's just May. Who knew it would rain during this time?”

“Mother, it doesn't matter.”

Da grumbled, lowering himself to sit down and looking at the rain that still refused to stop. Win saw this and decided to sit down next to the other person. Today Class 1 and Class 5 studied together in the main auditorium. But because Da was at band practice, he was late and the teacher was punished by having to collect everyone's homework. By the time he finished, everyone had already left the building.

The rest were only people I didn't know and each of them didn't have an umbrella. We sat and waited for the rain to subside. As for Win, he's not sure why he's still in this building. Two people sit and look at the rain ahead. Sit quietly and listen to the rain.

“I remember that time,” Ta said, “a day when it rained heavily like this.”

“That you came to fight for my umbrella?”

"Well, today I thought I was lucky to see you."

“But I didn't bring an umbrella.”

"Oh, then it's really bad..."

Win burst out laughing. He glanced at the small figure next to him. Droplets of rain cling to his jet-black hair. Win couldn't help but raise his hand and gently rub away the water droplets. Da turned to look at the other person's actions without understanding. If he didn't say anything to stop him or ask anything. Win's hands were big and warm. He liked that touch.

“In these two years, you haven't grown at all, have you?”

“I don't know. But Mom still keeps buying milk for me to eat. I want you to be as tall as bamboo.”

“Then it's not you. My grandfather must be small. Just this one.”

Win said it was funny. I really can't imagine if that guy was as tall as that bamboo guy.

“Since when have I been your grandfather?”

The smaller person said that the noise was noisy. It seems like I'm embarrassed...

“Talking about your mom, I think of your food.”

"Why? Is New York food not to your liking?”

“It's delicious, but eating it every day is greasy. And you...”

"I? Why do I?”

“Do you know how to cook? Is it as delicious as you make it?"

“I don't know, I've never done it. No one has ever tasted it.”

"Make it, I'll eat it myself."

Da turned to look at the other person, not believing his ears. That guy, Win, wants him to cook food for him to eat. I suspect that western food is really as greasy as it says.

"Are you...drunk?"

“What the hell is drunk in school? Can you drink alcohol too?”

"My mother said something strange..."

Win didn't answer, he leaned back and looked at the rain. His other hand stretched out to catch the cool rainwater that splashed in.

“I wonder if it's because of the rain. So I miss old things."

"I didn't think a person like you would have this kind of emotion," Ta said jokingly. Seeing the rain falling made me think of old things. Not suitable for a Casanova like Win. Or maybe Casanova's father has died and has turned into a romantic young man?

"There are some, but I don't know for myself, Fuck Tia."

“Then what the hell are you thinking about? -___-”

“Think about..”

".......The story that day I taught you how to hold chords."

“Did you feel anything that day?”

“That I almost hugged you. Your cheeks are almost kissed by me..."

Da accidentally held his breath. I didn't think Win would suddenly come and talk about this. The small figure didn't reply. I could only sit and look at the eyes of another person who looked at me so sweetly. I felt embarrassed but couldn't take my eyes off it.

“At first I told myself it was nothing and then just forgot about it. But now that I'm close to you Old feelings have returned.”

"...Auntie, if you feel anything like me....just tell me. Don't be quiet."

The tone at the end was weak, like he wasn't sure. He couldn't help but look the other way. What the other party said was no different from a confession of love. Thinking of this, I felt my own face heat up. My heart was pounding so fast that I thought it was really noisy.

“...Aida?”

".....I feel it."

“Huh?”

“I feel like your heart was pounding really hard that day. My back is shaking."

“It's no different from my heart right now. Dancing really hard..."

Finished speaking, he turned away and ran the other way. It's not anything. It's too embarrassing. If it still hadn't escaped the eyes of another person who could see the red streaks on that sweet face. Win smiled at that gesture without thinking of expecting another answer. A large hand rose and gently rubbed his hair.

...This is his way of answering...

Normally, Win doesn't like it when it rains. It's moist and sticky.

But today, except for one day.

He wanted it to keep raining like this...

 ☂ Just a rainy day ..  ☂

 N/A

It's raining today. And then I had free time so I cycled.

short fic

Winta for myself and friends to read.

part

Back in time

I'm still married.___. It must end for sure.

I haven't read it in a long time. Come comment and tell me if the language is still good enough for me to write fiction or not.

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Plenty of sensors. Just a quick fix.