Title: Love Rain 

Short Fic (PG-13) 

Couple: KhunWoo 

Writer: talingping 

The sheet of paper on the table had been empty for several hours, and Jang Wooyoung thought that it would remain in that state for a long time.

He became so nervous that he saw zeros floating all over the page. Even though he didn't want it, he had to keep in mind at least ninety-nine point nine-nine percent that he might get a zero grade from Teacher Park Jin Young's required subjects.

Wooyoung let out a long sigh as he stretched his arms on the table in the coffee shop. The tip of his chin was pressed against the cold glass tabletop. His hand was still tracing letters with a double B pencil on a piece of paper and drawing circles around the tasks he needed to complete before next week's visit.

love song

Never had he despised this word as much as today. I don't know because it's too difficult for someone like him who is good at dancing. Or is it because I haven't tried hard enough? The young boy sat angrily, trying to bring out what he assumed was a feeling called love. But until then, Wooyoung couldn't succeed.

“You could try writing a song based on your own experiences.”

Wooyoung pressed his mouth against the poor paper, forcing the pencil to make the word "love" blacker and darker, almost penetrating the paper. Thinking of Kim Junsu's advice Third-year senior majoring in music If it were that easy, he wouldn't have to worry like this.

From high school until entering university He has never had a lover, never had a girlfriend, other than the love of his parents. Little sister and friends He didn't know any other type of love.

“How difficult is it? If you don't have a boyfriend, just find one. How would you know? What is love like?"

Here's another one...

If finding a girlfriend was as easy as Lee Jun Ho suggests, He must have had a girlfriend for a long time. You don't have to put the word 'single' on your forehead and carry it everywhere like you do today.

Wooyoung sighed heavily. The work isn't progressing and I still have to worry about nonsense that shouldn't be an issue in my life right now. Like, who would like a guy with a face as bland as stuffed tofu like him? His face wasn't handsome, his figure wasn't good, no matter how much he ate, his belly grew and gathered in his cheeks. Studies are average, sports are not outstanding.

The family situation was not rich. Plus, he doesn't like to hang out with anyone, so he doesn't have many friends. Anyone who wants to date him is crazy. If Jang Wooyoung was like Nichkhun's sunbae, that's what he would say.

Two hundred meters...

Wooyoung's head shot up when the sunbae he was thinking of suddenly appeared at twelve o'clock. Narrow eyes stared at the tall, slender figure walking through the rain from the library on the other side of the street. Wooyoung subconsciously moved his chair closer to the shop window. His eyes widened to see clearly that the man was the same man he was thinking of.

And that's exactly what he thought...

Wooyoung placed his right arm on the table before resting his round face on his palm and tilting his head to look outside the shop. Pretending to look at the raindrops falling all over the campus He pretended to glance at the many students who held up umbrellas and walked out of the library in pairs. But a few minutes later, the indifferent attitude and act of not caring about the young man who had attracted him from the first time was shattered.

A hundred meters...

Wooyoung had to admit to himself that he couldn't take his eyes off Nichkhun, who was walking with his head down in the rain down the hallway from the library. Still staring even though he couldn't see his handsome face worthy of being the star of a university musical because it was hidden by a hat and a dark blue robe.

I didn't see the sharp, dark eyebrows that matched the sweet, watery eyes that were mesmerizing. You can't even see the warm lips that are pleasant to the touch. He wanted to see those eyes, those innocent, bright eyes, but powerful enough to attract many people to be fascinated and frightened by the power of that man to the point of being easily defeated.

“Brother, you might be a devil in disguise.”

Lee Junho once said to him like that. But he never believed Junho's imaginary words. Even though sometimes he was frightened by those eyes. But he didn't ring the bell so much that he was so frightened that he had to back away. Nichkhun is like the sun to him. The sun that shines brightly even when the rain falls in spring

Fifty meters...

A new cup of coffee had been served in front of me several minutes ago. If Wooyoung didn't pay enough attention to the money he spent. The sweet smell of coffee didn't wake his mind back to his body. Ignoring the whispers from his subconscious that he should finish his unfinished business before the rain came. Wooyoung hesitated and pretended not to care.

Because seniors running through the rain are more interesting than anything.

Wooyoung never liked the gloomy atmosphere of the rainy season. He doesn't like the wetness that covers the carpet everywhere he steps. I don't like it even though the raindrops bring life on this planet to grow and live. But then his thoughts changed. Because Wooyoung knows that the guy that every girl in the university has a crush on loves the rainy season.

He knows that Nichkhun isn't afraid of getting wet in the rain. Not afraid that his clothes would be soaked with water droplets that no one else or even he would want to come close to. Even though Wooyoung doesn't like the rainy season. I don't like the raindrops that fall without knowing the time. But he liked to look at the picture of Nichkhun walking through the rain with a relaxed attitude.

It's like walking under the sun. He watched Nichkhun's every move under the afternoon rain with spellbound eyes.

Every time he saw the rain falling He would always think about what happened that day. The day he met Nichkhun caught in the rain at the faculty building when he was a freshman. And it was he who invited Nichkhun to walk out with the same yellow umbrella. He still remembers his own nervousness. He also remembers the events of that day clearly and always remembers them.

But he wasn't sure if Nichkhun would still remember those things.

After the events of that day, he was even more unsure that Nichkhun would remember him. Because even though we met again, Nichkhun's attitude made Wooyoung think that The small events that were his greatest memories had all faded from Nichkhun's memory.

Wooyoung glanced at the yellow umbrella he had put in the bucket in front of the store with longing eyes. It wasn't the same umbrella that we used to walk through the rain back to the school building with. But he chooses to buy the same color every time an old one breaks and becomes unusable. Nichkhun has forgotten and that's okay. At least he still remembers that.

Ten meters...

Wooyoung looked at Nichkhun, who was looking down at the ground as he jogged along the path. He watched as the pair of long legs jumped over the puddle of water before running down the curve that sloped downwards. Wooyoung was slightly worried when the clothes his senior was wearing couldn't protect his muscular muscles from the rain. He sat in anticipation, like watching an Olympic athlete run through the rain that was beginning to fall thicker.

The young man sat and smiled, watching as the pair of long legs took turns taking turns, one at a time. Look at the backpack bouncing on the back. Look at the long-sleeved shirt soaked with raindrops. If he had to sit and look at Nichkhun like this every day, he would never get bored.

As the distance between him and his senior became shorter, everything could be clearly seen. Wooyoung looked at the trotting footsteps. Through the narrow curve and towards the faculty coffee shop, where Wooyoung had occupied a table along the glass wall next to the sidewalk, he had been staying all morning.

Three meters...

As the distance became shorter, Nichkhun could clearly see him running through the rain. Wooyoung quickly grabbed a new, unblemished piece of paper and placed it in front of him, holding a double-B black pencil as if he was diligently working on the blank piece of paper in front of him. Trying to keep your eyes from looking at the tall, slender figure stomping through puddles on the street in the same old, worn out Converse shoes that the senior always wore.

Try not to look at the hand holding the strap of your red backpack firmly. Not looking at a white t-shirt with a red pattern in the center under a rain-soaked cloak that clung to the body. He tried to stop his heart from beating faster when Nichkhun stopped and gasped in front of the mirror where he was sitting.

But it's already too late...

Wooyoung's cheeks were red as Nichkhun raised his head. Those eyes met his gaze through the glass curtain.

Jang Wooyoung was helpless. Besides looking at those eyes for a long time...

Suddenly, in that short second

Jang Wooyoung realized that he loved Nichkhun.

I have always loved you...

The rain fell harder as Nichkhun ran out of the library along the path to make it to his appointment with senior Kim Junsu. The young man raised his hand to wipe away the raindrops on his forehead. He thought he might be able to run to the Faculty of Music before the heavy rain started. But at this point he was completely hopeless. Even after running to the faculty coffee shop, which was only two buildings away from the senior class building.

Rainwater flows continuously through the roof of the shop. He jumped under the roof to prevent himself from getting any more wet. The young man bent over and panted slowly. He took off the cap of his cloak that was filled with water mist. Using his right hand, he vigorously ruffled his light brown hair. For an instant, he felt someone staring at him.

The young man raised his head and locked eyes with Jang Wooyoung.

We met again...

Nichkhun smiles brightly. But I have to keep a calm face and let the emotions that I'm feeling calm down a bit. What's so exciting? It was just a coincidence that I met Junsu hyung's junior. A brother from another group that he both loved and respected. It's not the first time we've met and I think it won't be the last time we'll meet Wooyoung's sweet, girly face.

As long as we are still students at the same university As long as he continued to look at that child's round face, he thought of this and Nichkhun pushed open the door and entered the shop, not caring whether he was soaked like a puppy in the water or not.

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?”

The young man spoke in a soft, unique voice. But his voice trailed off in an irritated tone as he stopped in front of a figure slightly smaller than him. He reached out his hand and touched the owner's shoulder. He thought of a topic to start the conversation with before continuing.

“What, that chair over there? Are you free?”

Nichkhun pointed to the chair across from the young man who now had a large white backpack occupying the space.

The person who was keeping his head still was startled. and looked up and looked at the witness in shock. Nichkhun raised his eyebrows. His index finger tapped the ceramic cup holding the hot cappuccino he had patiently bought off the counter.

The young boy relieved his panic. He looked at the older man speculatively. We meet each other's eyes. Until Nichkhun coughed loudly, causing Wooyoung to flinch. Nichkhun looked at that expression with a mixture of amusement and affection. Waiting patiently for the answer He didn't know why he had to do that. If you go ask for another table to sit at. Nichkhun is confident that no woman at the table in this restaurant would refuse him. But he didn't do it.

“Are the other tables not available?” Wooyoung asked nervously.

“So, if you have free time, will you ask us?”

and did not wait for the other party to invite Nichkhun picked up the bag that was lying motionless on the chair and handed it to the seat owner who gasped. He sat down on the chair before the other party shouted in denial. He took off his rain-soaked cloak and hung it on the railing of his chair, picked up the book he had left off reading from the library and continued reading without paying attention.

The eyes of the person sitting across from him widened.

“What are you doing here?” Nichkhun asked casually.

“Doing work for Professor Jinyoung,” the young man lowered his head and answered as he mentioned the name of Professor Gorilla, who was known for being harsh in giving grades to students in the academic department. Nichkhun is grateful that his life does not have to be in a crisis like the students in Jinyoung's faculty.

The young man looked at the blank piece of paper and laughed softly, watching as Wooyoung lowered his head and pulled his cap to hide his white face and round cheeks. I don't know if Wooyoung was annoyed with him or embarrassed. But I saw it...it's cute.

Normally, a senior like him isn't an irritating Tarantino. Everyone knows that Nichkhun's good nature will die. Gentle, considerate, loves children, and is sweet to all juniors. Except for Jang Wooyoung, he sees it and makes him want to tease, want to flirt, but if he had a little more courage, He wouldn't let Wooyoung be single until his second year of school.

Yes, he likes Wooyoung.

I've liked it for a long time.

which he never knew And I don't know when I'll know.

The rain shows no signs of stopping. And he was almost fifteen minutes past his appointment with Kim Junsu. Nichkhun is normally a punctual person and never makes anyone wait. He had already sent a message to the seniors that he would be running half an hour late. Giving a short, simple reason that he was stuck in the rain, he didn't care how much Kim Junsu was yelling. That matter was not something he should be interested in at the moment.

Because there are more interesting things than seniors who like to shout out loud things.

“Are there classes in the afternoon? So how do you go?”

“Walk away”

“It's raining like this. You'll catch a cold soon." Nichkhun made a small stern sound. He wanted to add at the end of the sentence, "I'm worried," but he was afraid that wouldn't be appropriate. And then I'm afraid that I'll be told not to come back.

“Wait for the rain to subside and then go,” Nichkhun ordered.

Wooyoung was silent before he said in a hoarse voice,

“I have an umbrella.”

“Come with me then.”

“What do you say?”

“I have a date with Junsu-senpai,” Nichkhun leaned closer and explained briefly, but it made the listener so startled that he had to move back.

Wooyoung pursed his lips and was silent for a moment. All around you could only hear the sound of rain and the voices of people in the store. The sound of glasses and the occasional sound of spoons clinking together.

“Okay.” Nichkhun lowered his head and continued reading, ignoring the questioning look in his junior's eyes. and raised a hot coffee cup to sip to relieve the cold without seeming distressed at all

“When the rain clears up, we will walk to the team together. But if you want to stay here, that's fine. Didn't I hear that Master Jinyoung's class was not even one minute late?"

As soon as Nichkhun pushed open the shop door, The young man reached out and pulled out the umbrella that Wooyoung had taken out of the umbrella bucket in front of the store and opened it himself. The young man tilted his head and looked in surprise, standing awkwardly, refusing to come into the shade. Acting as if he was about to be lured into something bad by his seniors.

Nichkhun looked at the young man carefully. His cheeks were so red that Nichkhun couldn't help but tremble when he saw them. He looked at Wooyoung standing there biting his lip and wished he could have his teeth pressed against his pretty, thin lips. I want to be the tip of your tongue that licks over dry, thin lips. He wanted to even hug Wooyoung to cool him down. But Nichkhun can't do it.

He couldn't do anything but hold up an umbrella for this junior.

Nichkhun closed his eyes and sighed weakly at his situation. When Wooyoung refused to move closer, he was the one who rushed towards him. What did he hope that he would do such a thing as meddling in the personal matters of a child who was nothing to him other than the younger brother of a close senior?

Nichkhun loosened his grip on the umbrella handle as we neared the end of the walk and wished that Junsu's school building was a few buildings away. He thanked the rain for allowing him to meet Wooyoung. If it weren't for the rain, he might not have met Wooyoung. He looked for the opportunity to meet Wooyoung at the group several times, but couldn't find one.

I tried asking Junsu, but he was indifferent and refused to tell me.

He doesn't have time to sit and watch over Wooyoung even though he wants to see him several times a day because he has school, work, and other group activities. The only luck that was able to save him was when Kim Junsu called him to the faculty with something nonsensical that he thought would be something like inviting him out to drink.

“You don't come as you please. I think I'll invite Wooyoung along.”

The opportunity has arrived, or will he let it slip away?

He straightened up and shook back a stray strand of hair that had fallen on his forehead. The young man's eyes squinted at the youth walking together under a small yellow umbrella. A clean light blue shirt and fitted white jeans that Wooyoung wore. There began to be a circle of wet water droplets. When the rain fell again a few minutes later, Wooyoung's shoulders were wet from the rain.

Nichkhun offered his umbrella to Wooyoung and let himself get wet from the rain instead. Wooyoung shyly said for the first time in a long time that he was silent.

“Move closer.”

No need to wait for Wooyoung to repeat himself. Nichkhun moved towards us until our shoulders began to touch while the rain of love was falling down.

Young man loves the rain

And I love Wooyoung too.

Wooyoung had once extended a small act of kindness by allowing him to shelter from the rain under the same umbrella while walking to the school building when Wooyoung was still a freshman. It was a first impression that he has never forgotten until this day. But Nichkhun didn't know if Wooyoung had forgotten that little incident or not.

The young man watched the young man walking with him step by step. No one had ever made him feel like this before. Feeling refreshed, lively, and full of energy. He didn't know how Wooyoung felt. I don't dare to ask. Nichkhun wishes that the destination was a little longer. I want tomorrow or the next day.

There's a coincidence like today. He wanted to walk with Wooyoung every day, in every place, to spend those times together. It doesn't matter if it rains or shines that day. But will it ever come true? Would Jang Wooyoung be willing to walk beside him everywhere? He's so curious.

“If you like Wooyoung, hurry up and flirt. Because if you don't flirt, I will flirt myself.”

He didn't like Junsu's death threats at all. But if the senior hadn't threatened me...

The afternoon atmosphere on the small road leading to the quaint white building is quite quiet. The cool, moist wind of the rain blew onto my face and body, giving me a strangely refreshing feeling. He raised his head and took in a deep breath. He secretly inhaled the gentle scent of his younger sibling without realizing it. Listen to the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella and the sound of your own heart pounding with the rhythm of your walk.

Nichkhun glanced at Wooyoung, who had been silently walking beside him the whole way, if it didn't seem too selfish. Wooyoung himself seemed happy to walk along with him like this.

"thank you"

Nichkhun leans his face closer and speaks in a soft, sincere voice to the younger man who doesn't say anything except a slight nod. Wooyoung extends his hand to ask for the umbrella back. But Nichkhun held on to that umbrella. Until Wooyoung didn't dare say anything and lowered his hand. But instead, Nichkhun grabbed that wrist and held it.

“Until I finish talking with Junsu. It might rain again. Would you like to borrow Wooyoung's umbrella first?"

Wooyoung pursed his lips tightly. His round cheeks were so red that streaks of rosy blood could be seen. Nichkhun smiled. He stood and scratched the back of his neck to relieve his embarrassment when Wooyoung looked at him. Those eyes were shaken and filled with questions. But Nichkhun chose not to answer. But he said another sentence that made Wooyoung feel so embarrassed that Nichkhun wanted to reach up and kiss him on the cheek.

“What if Wooyoung finishes studying this afternoon? We'll go back together. I'll send you off."

He may not need a helper like Kim Junsu after all. Maybe there was no need to wait for the rain or to accidentally meet Wooyoung somewhere. He didn't know if there would be another opportunity like today. And if there isn't any, what will he do?

“Nah..”

"Yes...I will wait.."

The End