Night Rain (Fly Me To The Moon)
Rated: M Warning(s): Softcore smut
Description: Thanks to conflicting schedules, Jinsung hasn't seen his boyfriend Doyum in nearly a month, and his yearning is enough to make even the sun start to cry. A dream and a sudden ribbon of nightly rainshowers hail Doyum's return, and with every drop on their bedroom window, their love is reaffirmed—and blossoms into something new amid the downpour.
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Jinsung wakes up to the sound of rain on his window. He blearily lifts his head to check the time on the clock at his bedside table: 10:45. He huffs out a sigh, burying his head back in his soft, welcoming pillows. He would have let the rain lull him right back to sleep if the sheets behind him didn’t stir, a hand gently wrapping around his waist and pulling him close against a warm chest.
“Good morning,” a familiar voice murmurs, still rough with sleep. Jinsung’s heart does a funny little flip in his chest, and suddenly he’s wide awake.
“Doyum?” Jinsung croaks. “Thought you wouldn’t be back until this afternoon.” He cranes his head to look at him even though his eyes are still half crusted over.
Jinsung’s beloved boyfriend merely shrugs in response, the motion jostling him a little. “Work was slow enough yesterday that I could leave early, and I didn’t see any reason to wait,”
“Why didn’t you wake me up? I missed you…” Jinsung rolls over to face Doyum as he speaks, hoping the rustling of the sheets will drown out his last three words—which were muttered barely over a whisper. Doyum pulls him back into arms as soon as he settles back down, his face barely a centimeter from his.
“I’m sorry, I just figured you could use some rest. Besides, you looked like you were having a wonderful dream.” Doyum cups his cheek oh-so-gently, completely unfazed by Jinsung’s bare, sleep-swollen face. “You can go back to sleep if you want, I’m just going to make breakfast.”
“No way, I want food.” Contrary to his words, Jinsung flings an arm and a leg around Doyum’s body, pulling him in close enough to bury his face in his chest. He takes a deep breath, taking in Doyum’s sweet scent.
“I’ll gladly make you some, but I can’t really do that if you won’t let me out of bed,” Doyum chuckles. Jinsung only grunts in response, burying himself in even deeper—partly out of spite and partly out of possessiveness. He had been left with residual traces of his boyfriend for nearly a month thanks to exams and work schedules while other people in some dance class on a whole other college campus got to be up close and personal with the source, so Jinsung has every right to indulge!
He’s jostled out of his thoughts by Doyum’s soft laughter, reverberating through his body and stirring up a fresh swarm of butterflies—and a loud growl—in Jinsung’s stomach.
“Come on, your stomach doesn’t lie. Let me up and we can both eat.” Doyum nudges Jinsung until he finally looks up. Jinsung glares when he sees Doyum’s lips tightly pursed to prevent him from laughing, and for a split second he’s torn on whether to kiss him or kill him. He decides on the former, but Doyum is quick to block him, pushing him away and making his escape with a final “Nope, no kisses until you brush your teeth!” called over his shoulder. Defeated, Jinsung slumps back down on the bed. Well, his bed now, considering how Doyum decided to abandon him.
“This is boyfriend mistreatment!” Jinsung shouts as the bathroom tap turns on.
“Terms and conditions aren’t mistreatment, I need to train you properly!” Doyum shouts back, muffled around a toothbrush. Jinsung pouts at the ceiling, pretending it’s Doyum.
“You’re pretending some inanimate object is me and giving it angry puppy eyes again, aren’t you?”
“...”
One minute and a thrashing of blankets later, Jinsung joins Doyum at the bathroom sink. He goes about his usual morning routine somewhat on autopilot, too distracted watching his boyfriend doing his million-year skincare routine to really focus on anything else.
“I can tell you’re staring,” Doyum teases, his eyes shut tight as he applies yet another something-or-other that Jinsung keeps forgetting the use of.
“No I’m not,” Jinsung deflects, “your eyes are closed, there’s no way you can tell.” He petulantly tears his gaze away from Doyum, finally making eye contact with himself in the mirror for the first time in about fifteen minutes.
“We’ve been together long enough that I can just tell. Am I really that pretty?” Doyum teases. Jinsung’s “Yes.” tumbles from his mouth before he can even think to hesitate. Doyum’s face lighting up with the compliment is worth Jinsung’s embarrassment though, especially when Doyum finishes patting on his last whatever-it-is and leans up to kiss him on the cheek.
“I’m honored to hear it, especially coming from you,” Doyum murmurs. He drapes his hands on Jinsung’s shoulder, leaning on him ever so slightly while he admires them both in the mirror. Jinsung follows his gaze to the two of them in the mirror, both in their pajamas, and Doyum, looking like he just walked straight out of a kdrama with just slightly tousled hair next to Jinsung—hair a rat’s nest, sleepies still clinging to his eyes, and his face a puffy mess of drool and toothpaste. Even in his messy state, his heart still soars like he’s on the top of the world (while brushing his teeth, because being in love is like that sometimes).
“I’m going to make breakfast, you take your time.” Doyum leaves him with a pat on the shoulder, and he can’t help but notice how cold it is in his absence. He hurries through the rest of his routine, and if Doyum hears his sharp curse when he splashes cold water all over himself, no he didn’t. He strips off his shirt and blindly tosses it into the hamper as he makes his way back into the bedroom, contemplating what to wear.
He’s right about to decide on a shirt when faint music starts drifting through the thin apartment walls accompanied by Doyum singing, soft and alluring like a siren. Shirt be damned, he wanders into the kitchen, faintly aware that he would die if he were a pirate. Then again, what pirate would be able to resist that voice?
“Oh boy, you're so 위험 위험 위험, 이미 난 네 아름다움에 눈멀었네~”
He finds Doyum at the stove, his back turned to him as he works on breakfast. He doesn’t flinch when Jinsung drapes himself over his back, leaning into his embrace with a smile instead.
“Bit of a horny song for eleven in the morning, isn’t it?” Jinsung teases, nuzzling Doyum’s ear. Doyum only giggles and guides Jinsung’s arms to wrap around his waist.
“Bit of a horny outfit for eleven in the morning. Or lack of an outfit, I should say.” Doyum cheekily nudges his hips against Jinsung’s, and he seriously considers skipping breakfast in favor of eating something else for a second. He decides against it for now, if only because he’s hungry.
“Don’t tempt me before I’ve eaten.” Jinsung punctuates his words with a gentle bite to Doyum’s shoulder. “Besides, I wanna set up those LEDs we got last month, I wanna see how they help the mood. Plus I haven’t even told you about the dream I had.”
“Okay, okay. Tell me after breakfast, I’m hungry.” Jinsung nods, and they fall into a comfortable silence for their usual routine.
“So, my dream was honestly a little weird at first,” Jinsung starts, half an hour and a makeout session at the kitchen sink later. “It was like, I was watching the sun? Or I was the sun maybe, I don’t know. But I had this feeling, like I was lonely even though I had all this light and warmth shining out all around me, but no one was there.” He unwinds the string of lights as he speaks, occasionally glancing over to Doyum. He’s busy clearing out anything that could be knocked over or broken by their little decoration project, but he still looks over at Jinsung at every chance he gets so he knows he’s listening.
“Go on, I can hear you,” Doyum calls from just outside the door, where a little pile of stuff from on top of their dresser is starting to build up.
“I kept calling out and sending out like, solar flares and stuff just to see if anyone would come, but no one did, and eventually it just got so heavy that I started crying.”
“Oh, babe—”
“—Well, sort of, but at that point it didn’t really feel like me, if that makes sense? Like, I was there experiencing it, but it wasn’t… me , if that makes sense?” Jinsung is quick to dispel Doyum’s concern, though his boyfriend’s compassion does warm his heart.
“Mm, I get what you mean. You were saying?”
“Yeah yeah, and I know this is totally impossible for the sun to create water or anything, but I saw ‘my’ teardrops flowing down and they turned into this like, river, almost, and as I kept crying, it like. Crystallized? I don’t know how it happened, but eventually the tears turned into the moon.” Jinsung bites his lip, suddenly self-conscious to continue. “I don’t know, I told you it was kinda weird.”
“I don’t think it’s weird. Your subconscious created all that, I think it’s beautiful, hearing a little bit of how your mind works.” Doyum crosses the room to kiss him on the cheek. “If you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay, too.”
“No no, I want to, it’s just…” Jinsung doesn’t meet Doyum’s eyes, a light blush slowly creeping over his face as he replays the dream in his mind. “It gets a little sticky.” Doyum raises an eyebrow. “Er—not sticky, sappy.” Jinsung bites his tongue, internally screaming. It’s not that he doesn’t want Doyum to know that he dreams about him, and neither of them are strangers to sticky (both in a pleasant and unpleasant context). This dream though, this one had felt a little different, like Jinsung’s subconscious had opened the door to a new level of their relationship, and all he had to do was step through.
“I don’t mind sappy.” Doyum’s voice cuts through Jinsung’s thoughts, and he’s guided to look at him by a soft hand on his cheek. “I love you, and that includes anything that your subconscious mind can make you dream of.”
Jinsung melts into Doyum’s touch, perhaps a little more so than he would before. Then again, who wouldn’t after hearing those three special words for the first time?
“I love you, too.” He finally meets Doyum’s eyes, and he swears he sees the galaxy light up in their depths when his words reach him. “I think this dream is what made me realize it.”
Doyum doesn’t give Jinsung any time to get flustered again, swooping down to kiss him. Jinsung hates cliches, but the only way he could describe this feeling is like falling—except there’s no fear, just a rush that he dives into head-on.
Jinsung is a little dazed when Doyum pulls away for air, though he’s still coherent enough to remember he hasn't done his retelling to the boy he loves (he can finally say it with confidence!).
“Y’know how it made me realize?” Jinsung asks, his hand coming up to hold Doyum’s in place on his cheek.
“How?”
“After the moon was formed, I—the sun—was still crying, but then… I don’t really remember how exactly it happened, but it shimmered, sort of, and then it was you. I don’t think I saw you in the dream, not really, but I knew the moon was supposed to be you.” Jinsung feels like he's drowning under the weight of Doyum's eyes on him, but this time he refuses to escape the tide. “I don’t think either of us said anything, but I remember you came orbiting over—and I know there’s no such thing as ‘over’ or ‘under’ in space—but you came to lie over me and I remember you were above me and I calmed down instantly, it just…. It felt right . And then you kissed me, and—”
Jinsung’s mouth clicks shut and he flushes red. He isn’t shy about his desires with Doyum, but to admit that he’d dreamed about this on the same night that he realized he truly loves him seems a little shallow.
“And? Then what?” Doyum asks, pretty eyes shining with curiosity and concern. Jinsung scrambles internally for a moment, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere.
“I—I’ll tell you once we finish setting these up, they’ll set the right mood.”
Doyum raises an eyebrow, but the sparkle still doesn’t leave his eyes. Precious , Jinsung thinks. It takes him back to earlier in the kitchen, hearing Baekhyun’s Bambi flowing from Doyum’s lips. Jinsung bites his lip, mischievous. He has the full intention to be open and sincere, but he still wants to play.
“... I’ll show you, actually—” Doyum lights up. “—but only if it rains later tonight. I’ll show you then.”
“Tease. You’d better show me every rainy night for this whole week if it does.”
“Deal.” Jinsung had always loved the sun, but when the clouds gave them some quiet time to set up their lights, he only wanted it to pour.
The universe must be in on their little game, since at precisely nine o’clock that night, there’s a telltale tapping on the bedroom window—right as Doyum is stepping in. Just the sight of him in the doorway, softly illuminated by the streetlights outside filtering through their cheap curtains, has Jinsung’s heart racing in anticipation.
“So, you were going to show me what the best part of your dream was like?” Doyum asks.
“Yeah, just give me one second…” Jinsung fiddles with the LED remote in his hands, something that Doyum is sure to pick up on as he makes his way to the bed.
Doyum doesn’t look at all surprised when the room is suddenly bathed in a sultry red and Jinsung drags him down onto his lap.
“Is this okay?” Jinsung asks, his lips hovering just above Doyum’s neck. He can feel the way Doyum’s breath hitches before he swallows, the way Doyum’s hands are already sliding up his shirt, but he still waits for a verbal confirmation.
“I’ve been missing you too long to be anything but okay,” Doyum murmurs, and that’s all Jinsung needs.
That’s how the first night starts, Doyum’s body over Jinsung so he can be taken apart and pieced back together long into the night. Jinsung had never thought that Doyum’s pretty, pale neck would look so good like this, marred with red bites and bruises that fade to purple in the morning.
He reminds Doyum of it through the entire day, perhaps a little more than he would have before—then again, he hadn’t truly known what it’s like to explore the body of someone he truly loves before. Doyum swats at him and acts flustered every time he does, but by the way Doyum’s hands will subconsciously wander to his throat and trace over the marks with a sort of reverence, Jinsung can tell that he feels the same.
The second night starts more gradually, warm rain drip-dripping down their windows at the same pace as Doyum’s hands wandering over Jinsung’s body, first his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his torso—until he’s soaked in desire and whimpering Doyum’s name. This night leaves no marks, but Jinsung still feels Doyum’s fingerprints well into the next day.
The third night brings a storm like no other, wind and rain battering their apartment so hard that the walls rattle ever so slightly. Doyum nearly cowers away this time, but the sight of Jinsung looking down at him like he hung the moon, lit up by flashes of lightning, is enough to keep him in the mood. He apologizes profusely for the scratches he ends up leaving on Jinsung’s back the next morning, but Jinsung admires them instead, shivering not in pain when Doyum touches them.
They change their sheets before the fourth night. One might argue that the drizzle that accompanies their languid kisses isn’t enough rain to count for their game, but being young and in love negates that argument. Perhaps Jinsung is a little rougher than the weather calls for tonight, but neither of them really mind—especially not when Doyum’s hands are gripping his hips and digging in until he bruises. Jinsung’s legs are still a little shaky the next morning, a fact that he proudly flaunts despite Doyum’s concern.
On the fifth night, it doesn’t rain until they’ve both fallen deeply asleep. Still, their desire seeps into both their dreams, driving them to blindly seek each other’s embrace, unconsciously rocking against each other until they wake, sticky and tangled together. Doyum is too flustered to look Jinsung in the eye until it’s past noon no matter how Jinsung tries to reassure him, which he finds impossibly endearing.
The sixth night progresses much like the first, heavy clouds gathering about during the day and pouring out their accumulated drops right as Doyum presses a deep kiss to Jinsung’s lips. He’s more playful tonight, sucking dark marks into Jinsung’s chest in a heart shape right above where the organ pounds. Jinsung teases him for being sentimental, but Doyum is quick to flip it right back, sinking into him and giving no release until Jinsung is spilling his heart out before him. Jinsung means every word, repeating them to Doyum the next day every time he gets a chance to.
By the last night of their bet, Jinsung can feel Doyum in his veins. There are no longer any flashing sparks or life-changing revelations when they touch, but a soft calm instead, like the past week’s rain has formed a deep pool of love that he can dive into whenever Doyum is nearby. He can stir the waters up if he wants to, and Doyum will react accordingly, rising to meet him or oh-so-gently pulling him down until he’s calm. This, Jinsung realizes, is what it means to settle down—something that once terrified him. How ridiculous, he thinks, to have been scared of something as wonderful as this.
Doyum is the first to make a move tonight, one hand slipping under Jinsung’s shirt as that routine pitter-patter starts up on their window. Just that alone is enough to set off a buzz under Jinsung’s skin, though he sees no need to rush into anything tonight. He’s content with kissing Doyum until he’s pliant underneath him until Doyum gives him a certain look, one that he’s powerless to resist. Despite Doyum’s insatiability, the night is gentle, soft sighs amid gentle creaking from the worn bedsprings. Anything louder would cast a stone onto their gentle ripples and break the mood. They linger in each other’s embrace even after they’re both spent, exchanging soft kisses and sweet nothings until they both fall asleep.
Even though their game is over by the next morning, their new feelings are far from it. It must be obvious, if the texts from their friends have anything to say about it.
Junseo
@Doyum Hey where are u Yongha-hyung wants to know if you and Jinsung are coming out tonight
Sungwon
@Jinsung where are you and Doyum-hyung? did you guys have a fight? Junseo-hyung says you guys didn’t show up last night
Taekhyeon
@Doyum @Jinsung did u guys like die or something Yongha
We would know if they were dead. Let them have some space, you know how much they've missed each other
Seunghwan
Ah, young love 😩
Taewoo
If they’re not dead then where are they??
Taekhyeon
lol what if they got married
Sungwon
GASP
Junseo
They totally could have, why else would they disappear the instant they get to see each other again?
Yongha
I highly doubt they would move that fast
Taekhyeon
u never know hyung! it could be possible!
Yechan
@Doyum @Jinsung Congrats on your pre-marriage lol
Sungwon
if you guys break up after this I will cry 🥺
Jinsung sighs fondly at his stupid friends before gently setting down his phone, careful not to wake Doyum. His mind swirls around the image that they put in his mind as he goes back to sleep. While marriage is still definitely far away for them, now that he thinks of it… He can’t see any future for himself without Doyum by his side.
He’ll look for a promise ring tomorrow.
