Keuraeyo nan nan kkumi isseoyo

Welcome to kdrabbles! On this tumblr you will be able to read drabbles/scenarios consisting of you and your bias, as well as one shot or multi part stories that we will like to write. Feel free to drop a request in our ask box, with the name of your bias, and or/a plot you want to see realized ;) It is as simple as that ! We hope you will enjoy reading our stories ! Please have fun ~

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Can you do a ukiss eli scenario??? i would love it... i read the Dream Boy 1; Someone met by chance, and i cant wait for the rest!!! fighting *.*

Thank you so much for your message and your support!! That means a lot to us. We are really considering stopping this kind of weird hiatus this blog has been on since a long time now...

So we will be definitely happy to fullfill your request as soon as we can ! ^___^

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Why do you ship Kyumin? What's so great about shipping two korean guys and thinking that they're real? Which they aren't... what's the fun in that? Don't you have better things to do with yourself. Are you really their fan? Do you think they like being shipped together? Why would you make your bias gay for his friend? Would you like it if someone shipped you with your friend? If you don't then you're a liar. It's sad how people waste their talents in fics and fanart. It's really sad. I pity you.

Ok, just came back and saw this lovely message in our askbox :)

I was thinking since long not to put pairings in this tumblr, and the other admin agreed, that is why I deleted that Kyumin prologue I wrote long ago. Yet, it is not because I fear, or because I’m hurt by what you said.

I am sorry but let me be clear to you:

Why do you think you can judge me like this? I wrote only a prologue and nothing was made, and I am sorry if it depleases you to see pairings. You don’t know me at all, so you must think I am a desillusional shipper, but people around me would say and underline that I am someone who likes the friendship between members, and I DO NOT BELIEVE in any romance amongst members, from Super Junior or others. Why would I ? I do not think they are real, FAR FAR from that, so why would you just come and insult me?

So, since you asked me so many questions, trying to make me feel pitiful, because, as you said, you pity me, let me ask some questions too:

What gives you the right to judge me? Why are you so afraid to come off anon? I am sorry, but is being “fantasized” gay something that awful? I mean, does it hurt their reputation? They are fantasized with a hundred, a ton of fangirls, but this is dirty and pitiful because it is between guys?

I mean, the whole goal of this blog is to allow us to write, because we want to write some plots, but sometimes do not have ideas, or motivation enough to write by ourselves. So we considered to open this tumblr to have demands, and therefore get inspired and hyped up to develop a talent we like, writing.

So, I don’t think this is wasting (take it more like a training of our "talent").

You, on the contrary, writing this hateful comment trying to bring someone down and make one ashamed of writing plots, is a waste of time.

I thank you though, for the interest in our tumblr, since you came from the kyumin tag just to come here and send this hateful comment, I am sure it brightened your day :)

You know, I pity you too.

(PS: Seeing the speed of this tumblr update, I’m pretty sure that is what you call “ruining talents in fics”. I mean, look, we’re definitely spending our time doing that. Definitely.)

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Dream Boy 1; Someone met by chance

Finally, you could be there.

You had dreamt for a long time of standing on this ground, of being able to walk in these streets. Finally you were able to be in Seoul, and to have a walk in the city like you wanted to do so much. For today, there were no kpop stars, you did not wanted to think about them. Of course, you were on the same country, on the same city, but right now, you were too happy about being in Seoul, a city you've always wanted to go to, to spazz about kpop.

And it felt good.

Today, you had a meeting with a Korean friend of yours, a Korean boy with which you had exchanged e-mails, then mails, and made a strong friendship. You had been talking for months now, in prevision of your trip to South Korea, and you had built strong bonds, while you were talking about your country, and he talked about his. He was funny and a bit weird at times, sending you some random stuff that made him laugh. Yet, he was very busy, so you sometimes had no answer for weeks. He would come back sending an e-mail apologizing and telling you he was busy with university. And of course, you would believe him, because you were informed enough about Korean education system to know that universities were really hard on students.

In the other hand, you had not talked about your interest into Kpop because you knew that it was not that common to still be interested in kpop at your age. You just had told him that you liked Korean entertainment and music, all styles, which was true, and that's all. He had asked you what was your favorite band, and you had answered « SHINee » and he had agreed on the quality of the band. That was all.

Before you came to South Korea, he had sent you a long e-mail filled up with typical korean expressions to be able to communicate with people while he was not there to meet you, even if you had basic knowledge in the language – and that is why you searched for a Korean penpal at first. That is what you were holding in your hands, the subway map in the other, trying to find your way to the place you had agreed to meet.

When you entered the subway, taking the right line to go straight to the café where the meeting was, you felt a bit of excitement. But you were scared. You never saw a picture of him, because he said that he was not good on pictures, so you just had described the clothes you would be wearing. What if you didn't recognize each other? What if you went off in the wrong subway station? And what if you were not as friends as you were in e-mails?

You tried to brush off all these doubts while coming out of the subway. You looked at your map again.

« It should be here, it should be.... just.... YES I found it! » you mumbled in your maternal language, looking up to the café sign showing in latin letters the name your friend had talked about.

It was a really nice place. Really. A least, he had good tastes in term of place. It seemed really cozy and warm, and in a way, it made you feel more at ease. In your mind, there was always this tiny thought that was warning you against this friend. Because he never showed you a picture of him. Because it was weird that you would even meet him without knowing what he looks like, after only talking together for months through the internet. You had not told your mother about that meeting because what she did not know could not harm her – especially when she would have just yelled at you for your imprudence, but her constant warnings were still there, somewhere in your mind.

But when you entered the cozy place, you forgot about your tiny fear about who you were about to meet. Seeing a couple of people in the coffee place actually soothed you, and made you feel even warmer. He could not be a bad boy if he wanted to meet in such a place.

The air was filled with the smell of hot coffee and hot chocolate, of tea flavors and even cakes freshly taken out of the oven. You sat at a table for two person, and started waiting, looking at the menu with delighted eyes. But when the waitress came to ask you what you wanted to order, you just used your basic Korean to make her understand that you were waiting for someone.

Ten minutes went by like this, and after you had finally chose what you wanted to drink, there was not much to do. Especially when the fact that he was not there yet made you feel a bit scared. Were you late? Did you come on the wrong day? Did you mistake the coffee shop with another one? All kind of questions passed through your mind while you were still waiting for him. Another waitress came to your table to ask if you wanted to order now, since no one had arrived, and you were about to shake your head negatively when a voice answered for you in Korean.

“Sorry for the wait _____. I’m here, so we can order.”

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A four days trip with Seyong. 1; Tokyo Tower

You were finally on holidays: after all this time spent working hard on your studies, you finally had time to rest. You wanted to travel around the world for quite a long time now, and since you were studying abroad -in China-, you thought it was the perfect timing to do it. Spending your holidays visiting Japan really felt like the best thing to do then.

It's because of all of this that you ended up showing your face on Tokyo's streets on this cold Monday of April.

You were just getting out of your hotel as you had put your luggage in your room and was ready to hunt down the streets of the world city. You had only taken a few things that you had shoved into your bag, things such as your cellphone, your camera, a map, some money, a bottle of water; well, the perfect outfit for a tourist visiting a new city. You walked proudly, heading to the Tokyo Tower; as you always dreamed of, when...

“Ano... Sumimasen?” (Uuuh... Excuse me?)

You turned around in order to see the caramel-haired boy who just talked to you. You blinked a few times, realizing that this guy was actually really handsome before stuttering a shy “Hai?”, slightly tilting your head to the right, curious. Somehow, you were sure you had already seen his face somewhere, but you couldn't quite remember where. It was really frustrating.

He began to speak again in Japanese, leaving you speechless as you didn't understand a thing to what he had just said. Your Japanese was actually really really really poor.

“Tokyo Tower wa doko desu ka? (Where is the Tokyo Tower?)” he repeated in a simpler way, even though it still took you time to process that he was actually looking for the Tokyo Tower as a part of you was thinking that he was really -maybe as much as your Japanese was poor- handsome and cool. You examined the merest details of his face, from his messy hair to his sweet smile, sharp nose, gracious chin, rather big ears, and caring eyes.

At your obvious lack of answer he just bowed and spoke up, saying something such as “Ii yo. Arigatou gozaimashita. (That's ok. Thank you very much)” before leaving you. You shouted after him a “Chotto matte (Wait)”, and you really tried to make sense when you added “Watashi mo soko ni ikimasu (I'm going there too)”. You didn't even know if it was right, but the most important thing, at that time, was that you knew he understood when a smile lightened his face, making your heart jump in your chest.

“Isshou ni ikou~ ! (Let's go together!) ” he exclaimed then gleefully, his eyes shining in excitement.

You just nodded, not sure of what to do and unable to put it in words, you just showed him where you were heading, silently asking him to follow you. He chuckled a bit before doing so diligently.

- - - - - - - - - - -

When you two finally reached the Tokyo Tower, you felt your breath quickly die in your throat as the queue which was facing you was so huge you couldn't see where it really started. You still knew though, and you wasn't ready to wait that long for just a monument, as impressive as it was.

You sighed, experiencing a lot of emotions at that time: such as disappointment, frustration and also anger against yourself because you should have known that it was being to be crowded as hell and that you should have gone there earlier. It was too late now.

You glanced back at the caramel-haired boy at your right side, to see that he was apparently in the same state of mind as yours, and when he caught you staring at him, he gave you a weak smile before sighing and walking away slowly. This time, it was you who followed him in silence.

You sat on the same bench as him, the same depressed expression written on your face. You didn't exchange a word for a long time, and anyway you couldn't really communicate as your languages were different right? It didn't really surprised you when you saw him stand up and leave you behind without a goodbye as you didn't move from your seat, though it still saddened you a bit. You didn't really know why, because it wasn't as if you had planned to do something together more than you showing him the way to the Tokyo Tower or if you had known yourselves for years or anything -just anything that could explain him spending more time with you. You didn't know, it wasn't as if you were expecting anything from him right? It wasn't not as if you had followed him for a purpose. Even though you felt bitter, him walking away from you was surely the best thing to do, you thought. You wouldn't have stayed much longer either, as the wind was blowing on you and you was starting to shake slightly.

Therefore you were taken aback when he came back to you with what seemed to be two really hot coffees in his hands and a gentle smile on his face. You looked at him for a moment, not knowing what to say or what to do, astounded, and he chuckled a little at your face, before giving you one of the coffee. You shyly thanked him with a bow, smiling oh-so-happily to him as you started sipping the drink. You heard him cough beside you as he just burnt his tongue with the dark liquid and you couldn't help but laugh out loud at that, earning a light glare from him that you completely ignored. You felt really warm at that time and you didn't quite know where it was coming from -was it the drink or his presence- but you felt glad and all the disappointment and frustration from earlier just seemed to have faded away.

You looked at him in his eyes one more time, making sure to ask him his name -in broken Japanese, you guess-, which he responded by “Kim Seyong”.

And you were sure you also already heard this name somewhere; but you couldn't manage to remember. 

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Forbidden Love

" I can't break away from those eyes that I've been drawn into,

I'm almost drowning in them now, but I don't want to be set free.

As we are now, I'm going to hold you tight and close my eyes.

This is Forbidden Love. "

You didn't know why you were coming again or why you accepted to come over to his house. He had said it was to clear things over, to say goodbye, once for all and had insisted so much that you had finally given in. When you arrived at the doorstep of his flat, you breathed loudly, trying to calm down the fast throbbing of your heart. You were already feeling anxiety. Why had you accepted this? You had promised yourself not to fall for his traps anymore. But yet, you did tonight. You were certain about it because you could already feel it.

This relationship had always been something that was supposed to have no tomorrow.

When you had first met Kiseop, he was a random attractive guy who was at a friend's party. You got along very well with him, and alcohol helping you both, you had spent the night together, one of the best night you ever had.

He was caring, but not too much and knew when to be rough when it was necessary. You just wanted to have a good time with someone in order to forget your previous boyfriend, and it had become a silent agreement that your relationship was nothing else but a one night stand.

But that one night stand had occurred again once, twice... a numerous couple of times. Everything was perfect for you, he was the best lover you ever had, without all the flaws and arguments the official relationships could involve. When you wanted to see him, you just called him, and he was doing the same.

You were aware that he had a girlfriend, but as you didn't know her, and he never talked about her, so she was a concept that seemed far away, so far away. You were aware that you needed to protect yourself from taking it too at heart, but without realizing it, that purely carnal relationship had slowly transformed into an affectionate relationship. When you were not with him, you missed the warm embrace of his, the passionate yet tender kisses you shared and his sharp eyes in which you loved to drown yourself staring at you for hours.

A simple punctual forbidden relationship had become a forbidden love.

You tried to gather your thoughts and breathed deeply before ringing the doorbell. You heard the noises Kiseop made inside after the ringing, and the door opened really quickly, too fast for you to be able to run away before this fatal moment.

Because you knew that when you would look into his eyes, there would be no point of return.

You looked up to the guy who had opened the door, this face which was haunting every single sleepless night you spent, and you felt your heart sinking, your breath going faster as his only presence was already making your body go crazy.

He looked back at you, you felt like drowning in his eyes, and all of the things you promised yourself earlier were almost vanished. You were not sure if you wanted to be set free from his stare and his hold on your whole mind and heart.

Kiseop moved to the side to let you enter the flat, and you silently did, feeling as if you were already a zombie, with no thoughts. When you entered the calm living room, you did not put your coat away, but sat awkwardly on the couch, your arms keeping your clothes tight against your skin while you were vainly trying to get your thoughts together.

You should not give in again. No. This forbidden and destructive relationship should not carry on the way it was doing since a couple of months already now. Trying to persuade yourself to fight against your own feeling, you repeated to yourself that you were the only one having feelings and that Kiseop was just playing with you anyway. “He loves her, you're nothing to him, just a friend with benefits...” you whispered to yourself when Kiseop came back in the living room after staying a short while in the entrance.

He did not sit and stayed up, looking at you, without saying a word. You were starting to feel uneasy and did not hold his stare. You looked away and started getting even more nervous, as if you were realizing what you were actually doing, that what you were about to do was the biggest mistake of your life.

It stroke you suddenly, and made you stand up again, still looking away. “If you don't have anything to tell me, I'd better be going.”

You turned your back at him and headed towards the entrance door, hoping for him not to reach you before you left. But, in a sense, very deeply, you wished he did so.

And he did.

You felt his hand grasping your arm, and you suddenly felt your body becoming all numb. The effect he had on you was not natural. You body became really tensed, and you just stopped in your way of reaching the entrance door, without moving a inch. He forced you to turn again. His face was so near to yours, you could actually feel his heavy breath against your skin. You shivered. He looked at you, you were both tensed, and you drowned in his humid eyes, once again. He was looking so sad, so desperate, a look you never saw on him. He had always had this haughty air, this despicable way of looking down on others.

Kiseop was breathing more heavily than he ever did. He never showed any sign of weakness before, he was always the one leading, but right now, you could read in his eyes the fear of not controlling the situation. It was slipping out of his hands, and he was panicking, looking lost, like you never saw him before.

“I... I lied.” he stated in a whisper.

“I don't want you to leave, I cannot let you go, it's not possible to me, I cannot do this... Don't leave me ____.... I... I beg you.”

His eyes didn't quit yours, as your breath became erratic.

“Are... you going to leave her?” you still managed to ask.

Your voice cracked up as you were not quitting her eyes. Even saying “her” was painful as you wanted to be that “her” so badly.

You saw Kiseop's eyes get progressively wet, his hold on your arm not getting loose. He looked away for a second before whispering again.

“I can't... I want but I can't. My father asked me to marry her...”

You felt like you wanted to throw up.

“And... I will. I have no choice.”

He swept the tear that was rolling down his cheek, and you stayed there, startled to the highest point. You were not ready for something like this to strike you. You were not prepared to this. And you didn't react until he embraced you, holding you tightly against his chest.

Snapping back to your right mind, you started struggling, but just couldn't overcome his skinny yet firm strength. Your strengths were totally abandoning you as you were crying, trying to get rid of his hold. When he crushed his lips on yours though, you felt like everything was fading away. This pain, this will of leaving, this will of breaking free from him, everything was vanished, and you only had this impulse to kiss him back, harder than ever, more desperately than ever.

Kiseop, kissing you senseless, pushed you against the wall that was just behind you. You felt the rough shock of your body against it and slightly moaned of pain in the kiss. But as your lover was slowly pressing his body against yours, his hands going under your shirt to caress your nude skin, the moan of pain transformed into a louder moan of pleasure.

The heat provoked by the proximity of your two bodies was clearly telling you that you could not turn back tonight. So you gave in and abandoned yourself, only thinking about having at least, his arms around you, his skin against yours, his lips sealed with yours.

You bit his lips, wanting more than only him stroking your skin, and it was his turn to moan, louder than you did before, and you felt a new wave of heat invading your body. In a hurried way, he freed you from your diverse clothes, throwing them in parts of the flat, without caring where they were arriving. You were doing the same, unbuttoning his pants and throwing his clothes everywhere, panting because you wanted to be complete with him again.

He bent a bit to grab you under your naked thighs and you rolled your arms around his neck, crushing your lips against his beautiful mouth again, your tongues dancing together, making your breath more an more erratic with every minute. Your naked bodies one against each other were more and more hot, and you rolled your legs around his waist, waiting for nothing else but him. He kissed you in the neck, playing with your skin as he bit slightly and sucked it, leaving a reddish trace that meant you were his property.

And you were totally agreeing : You were his, and only his.

When you felt the hard proof of his excitement against your thighs, you bit your lower lip, arching your body in a moment of delicious pleasure, scattered with impatience. You kissed him, biting his lips against, your lips and tongues making a new ballet.

When he broke the passionate kiss, the more passionate you ever had until today – maybe it was the feeling of despair that emphasized every little move – you groaned. You wanted his lips back. But he didn't come back. He looked at you instead, panting like you, not knowing how to hide his lust from you anymore. Then, he pressed his hot body against yours and just whispered to your ear : “You're the one I love. You're the only one, never leave me please...”

You did not answer, all of the feelings you were hiding and protecting deep in your heart just wanting to break free as a sob started forming in your throat. You did not answer because you didn't know what to say, you didn't know if you could promise this or even utter a word. So you just kissed him again, passionately, letting him know that you loved him too.

When you only made one with him later that night though, you realized something.

Whatever was happening, you could not lie to yourself anymore. You were too weak to leave him, and even if it was a forbidden love, you could not make up your mind about forgetting it. Because in times like these, the only thing that had importance was that he was there with you.

In these moments, you could almost forget that it was a forbidden love.

Because in these moments, he was only yours.

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Running Out of Time 1 was beautiful *.* I... wow! The ending is making me jump in anticipation for the next part <3 ^-^

Oooh, thank youu ~ <3 I'm happy you loved it :D <3 I'm a little busy right now so it might take a little time before I post the next part, but look forward to it please, I'm going to do my best ~ <3 

- Admin V.

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can i requesta Woohyuns scenarios? thank you

Of course :) I'm going to add him to the list :D 

- Admin V.

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Running out of Time. 1; As clear as the sky

In a way, you always knew that your time together would be short. He always knew that you were running out of time and that you will eventually drift apart. You always knew, since the first time your eyes had caught the sight of his beautiful face, that something was off. Something was off like just now. Because there you are, sitting on this white chair, looking faintly through the clean window, ignoring the weak whispers around you, gazing away, wondering if the blue sky and bright sun would ever reflect your heart again like it used to be. You sigh, you close your eyes and allow yourself to remember a little, giving yourself the rest you deserve before you're running out of time again.

His name's Myungsoo, you knew it before you even met. The thing is, he was this kind of guy, a bit quiet and cold, icy prince-like, that everyone in your school knew about. He had short raven hair, black locks slightly covering his deep freezing eyes, a milky soft skin rarely uncovered and thin cherry lips which, from time to time, seemed to curve into a smirk. He didn't have a lot of friends, didn't talk much, but whenever he was walking, he was spreading this strange aura all around him, attracting a lot of attention. He was well-known in your school for this and many girls thought he was beautiful. However, it wasn't like in these over-exaggerated stories, where the hero get hundreds of chocolates on Valentine's day or thousands of presents during the year, or even ten confessions per day -because who is willing to get rejected by the same guy many times anyway?- no, it wasn't. He was just the fantasy of many girls and the source of a lot of discussions, but actually, no one except for his friends, really knew about him. And that's what made you a little different, only because you were curious. You wasn't because you wanted him as your boyfriend or anything, you were just curious as to know who he really was despite his icy-prince image. You were interested in why he seemed so distant to people, interested in what kind of emotion was hidden behind the cold stare of his deep brown eyes, what was behind the laugh he let out with his friends when no one else was looking, and above all, interested in why you always sensed this faint feeling of a concealed weakness in his sweet broken smile.

Indeed, since the beginning, you knew. You sensed that something was definitely off in his smile.

Most of the time, when you looked at him, it felt as if he was about to shatter right there, and you always felt your heart painfully clench in your chest at this sight. You just wanted to run to him, ask him if he was alright and hug him, embracing him tightly in your arms as to patch up the pieces of his soul again.

But you didn't. You didn't because it seemed you were the only one to notice; and from time to time, you wondered if you weren't just imagining it. So, you only watched him from a distance, unable to do a thing, curious about who he was, and often, you wondered how long it would take before he really broke right ahead of your eyes.

You never talked to him before -you weren't in the same class-, it wasn't as if you were going to talk to someone who barely even recognized your face -if he did- anytime soon. No matter how much you wanted to.

Fortunately -is it really fortunate, you ask yourself-,you had the chance to meet him one day, and it wasn't even your doing. It was on a Friday, your last class just ended and because you were waiting for a friend, you thought it would be alright for you to sneak in what was the closest thing to a practice room in your school. You slowly opened the door, and sighed in relief when you saw that there was no one there. They probably all went home since it was the end of the week, you thought. You turned on the light even though the faint sunshine was still filtering through the window; and sat on the nearest chair. You cautiously took out your guitar of it case. You had time since you had to wait during an hour at least for your friend. You then took out some sheets of your bag and started to play some simple chords first, then harder ones. You stopped after a moment when you were reading the song you wanted to do, because you couldn't quite remember where your fingers should be and you only wrote the name of the chords. You were so upset you didn't even notice that you had started to speak out loud.

“ Ah, what was it again? This? Or like this?, the chords sounded really bad and out of tune. Ah! So frustrating! - Isn't it like this?”

You abruptly turned around, literally jumping at the sound of the soft voice who just spoke to you. Your breath sped up and your heart skipped a beat when you saw who it belonged to: Myungsoo.

“Ex-excuse me... w-what? You managed to stutter. - Isn't it like this?”

He showed you the chord with his own guitar -since when was he here, by the way?- and he looked at you with his deep gaze.

“I just thought I'd be helpful if I told you, my name is Kim Myungsoo.”

You didn't think it was useful to tell him you already knew this. You chuckled a little nervously.

"Ah, haha. Yes, thanks. My name is ________ , nice to meet you.”

You saw him smiling a little at you and you find out that breathing was strangely a hard thing to do at this time. Not knowing what to add, you just played the chord just like he showed you a moment ago. He sat on the chair next to you and for an unknown reason, he simply looked at you while you were playing and singing really low because you were somehow ashamed of your voice.

When the end of the period rang, he stood up and was ready to leave but you kept him from doing so.

“Wait. Sorry..., you hesitated a little, could you help me with the guitar from now on, then?”

You bit your lip. You didn't know where and when you built the guts to ask him such a thing but now that it was all gone, you could swear you just wanted to find the nearest hole, bush, carpet or anything, and hide really well. It was even more frightening that Myungsoo was currently frowning at your face, while he was probably thinking about your proposition quite intensively. He suddenly gave you what looked like a sad glance, before opening his mouth.

“It's not that I don't want to, it's just that... - I know! I'm sorry! Forget it, it was silly of - - Wait.”

He sighed, looking a bit lost, broken and quite guilty, and you sensed this feeling again. However, he spoke his mind before you could even do a thing.

“I'm ok with this, but you have to promise me something...”

You only nodded and looked at him, waiting for what he was going to say.

“Don't fall for me or don't make me fall for you, alright? Or else it will certainly end up hurting the both of us.”

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An Unexpected Encounter

It happened on a rainy day. Actually, it was probably the most typical October rainy day ever. The clouds were dark and threatening, the thunder was rumbling not so far away from you, and the heavy tears of the sky were beating down the ground in a loud snarl. It couldn't have been more morose, you thought.

“ What are you doing?” you asked, frowning at his face.

He looked at you for a moment, visibly not even knowing what to answer, utterly surprised. His eyes were shining in astonishment, as if he didn't know you were there in the first place even if he was currently tugging tightly at your coat.

It wasn't as if, on the other hand, you didn't notice him before. After all, he was the only one who didn't bring an umbrella under this pouring rain and he didn't even seem to mind. He was simply running gleefully, obviously catching the eyes of everybody on the street. However you were still startled when he had suddenly grabbed your clothes and put his head against your back, sending you shivers at the contact of the wet hair.

“ What are you doing?” you repeated as you still didn't got an answer.

You struggled, trying to loosen his hold on you. Noticing it, he quickly let go and when he eventually did , he gave you a shy smile as if he was apologizing. He slightly bowed his head before looking back at you once again, this time showing you a more genuine grin on his pretty lips. Somehow, you felt a kind of ting in your heart, but you decided to ignore it.

“Ah ~ I'm sorry. I didn't mean to use you as an umbrella or even use yours.”

He cleared his somewhat hoarse voice, before adding.

“ It's just that I wanted to hide behind you. Actually, I just ran away and someone is probably trying to find me at the time I'm speaking.”

With this told, he turned his head to the right then to the left, checking out the surroundings and slightly biting his bottom lip as if he was afraid that what he had just said might become true. When he visibly didn't notice any strange behavior, he let out a sigh of relief. He then gave you his hand for you to shake it.

“ My name is Sungyeol, and you?”

You hesitated for a moment, a little reluctant at first, but you easily gave in when you saw how all his sincerity showed on his face and how you could sense a hint of amusement concealed in his sweet expression. You spoke softly to him, raising your head, allowing yourself to look right through his gentle yet playful eyes. His smile seemed to get even wider when he heard your small reply.

“ Ah, that's really a pre- WAAAAAAAAAAAH! RUN!”

He grabbed your wrist and started running away again, screaming loudly in your ears. The only difference, this time, was that he was dragging you away along with him, not even caring to ask you if you were agreeing with this or not. You didn't try to struggle, though: you just followed him as he was dragging you away, only trying to catch your breath as you found it hard for the oxygen to fill your lungs. You were thinking that your brain shouldn't work really well: after all you didn't even know who he was, and you just found this whole thing crazy. Why were you even going along with him? This simply didn't make sense. However, when you gazed at his back and when you felt the hand which was holding yours firmly tightening his grip, a part of you told you that you just didn't care.

Suddenly, you felt him lose his balance as he slipped on the wet grass of the park and you fell along with him in the nearby pond, sending water all around in great splashes. You coughed a lot, eyes closed in pain and before you could even say something, you felt his hand on your mouth, preventing you from cursing. He whispered softly in your ear, telling you to be quiet for a moment as an older man was walking not so far away from both of you, shouting Sungyeol's name. You thought it was a miracle that he didn't notice you since you weren't really what you could say “well hidden”, and discretion has never been your strong point. Nonetheless, he still didn't see you and when he finally left the little park, Sungyeol let you go.

You looked at him without saying anything -you didn't really know if you should get mad at him or not-, and except for the sound of the driving rain crushing on the water of the small lake where you were still sitting in, there was nothing else around than silence. You could sense the tension between you growing as time passed by and as his eyes were filled with quiet apologies. He was probably about to put them into words but he was interrupted when a duck slightly tugged at your clothes, making you jump and yelp in horror at the same time.

Sungyeol threw an incredulous look at the frightened you and the now frightened duck before bursting into laughter right then, right there.

 -“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!, he said loudly, trying to catch his breath, I don't mean to make fun at you, and I probably owe you one but... I can't help it!  - Hey!” you replied with an annoyed tone.

He just kept on laughing, ignoring your weak attempts to make him stop. Knowing it was useless, you quickly stopped and gazed at him instead. You heard your breath soften and felt your anger along with your heart melt as you were looking at him. Because you were thinking that when his eyes were sparkling with such sincerity and tenderness, slightly closing at times, you couldn't ever get mad at him. Because you were thinking that when he was smiling like this, so wide and bright under the heavy freezing rain, slowly warming you, you couldn't help finding him terribly endearing. And above all, because you were thinking that when he was laughing so openly and wholeheartedly despite the fact that he was soaked to the bone, that goosebumps were visible all over his fair skin and that wet locks were sticking to his forehead, letting the light sound of his laugh ring in your ears, you couldn't help starting to laugh along with him.

And then maybe, it wasn't as a morose day as you thought it would be. 

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