In The Rain | Hyunjae (TheBoyz Imagine)
In which Hyunjae loves dancing in the rain, and Y/N juet has to follow along.
Genre: Fluff and skme soft angst but I swear its all vanilla.
She turns just in time to barrel out of Hyunjae's way, who trips over his feet and barely manages to catch himself before breaking his chin onto the floor.
"That's a whole new level of klutz right there," she tells him matter-of-factly. But he's too excited to nip back at her like he usually does. Instead, his eyes are shining like a little boy's filled with naked excitement reminiscent of that of a young child.
Uh oh. She knows that look all too well.
"It's raining!" He makes a grab for her arm, "come on! Let's go!"
"What?" She places the last dish onto the drying rack as he keeps pulling at her insistently, "go where?"
"Go out," he jerks so hard in his bout of excitement that she cries out in pain, "sorry, sorry. But come on!"
Y/N has no other choice other than to follow him out of their apartment into the deserted road beneath, watching as the man leaps in excitement before running around in circles and shouting like a mad man.
"Woooh! This is amazing!" Hyunjae shouts at the top of his lungs, so loud that she wants to cover her face in embarassment. But his hands suddenly shoot out to pull her into the rain and she screeches in shock as the water soaks through her clothes in a mere five seconds.
"Hyunjae!" Y/N can't help but shout with spite, causing the said man to laugh before pulling her closer. His hands found her waist and he twirls her around, ignoring her protests that they're going to get sick or worse, into an accident.
"Oh relax, Y/N. Doesn't this feel amazing?!" He cries, spinning her around until she feels dizzy.
She clings onto him for dear life while yelling back, "can you remind me why I'm going out with you again?!"
"Because I'm handsome, smart, perfect, and just about anything you could ask for in a man."
"You forgot the part where all that is just a lie and you're just full of yourself. Oh, and that you're a complete dickhead."
"Woah, you hurt me Y/N," he gasps mockingly, although there'a definitely a smile playing onto his lips. He has slowed down now, only twirling as though they're a couple slow-dancing to one of their favourite romantic songs and if not for the rain blinding her eyes, she might be swayed into thinking that this is somewhat romantic.
But she can't help but feel like a wet dog, what with her hair flattened onto her face and all. Surely Hyunjae doesn't find that attractive?
She hasn't realized that one of her hands have come up to push at her wet strands uneasily, until Hyunjae's fingers close around hers, halting her actions.
"What are you doing?" He asks. She's surprised that she can hear him so easily through the rain pounding around them like drums.
She shrugs, "trying to make myself a little less like an ugly duck."
She's aware that he dislikes it whenever she says these things. But it's hard not to feel self-conscious when her partner looks like his face has been carved from the dos themselves. With his pretty boy looks and his perfect body proportions, Y/N had initially thought him to be self-centered and pompous.
And how right she had been.
But Hyunjae isn't just his looks nor his body. He isn't just the beautiful doe eyes that shine and the perfect nose and the idealistic image that every girl dreams of in a boyfriend. He's also kind and awkward and has such a big heart even though he brushes it off behind a facade of confidence. He'a fragile, just as much as she is, and that's exactly why she loves him so much.
Presently though, his pretty features are twisted into a scowl.
"Don't," his fingers close around her wrist and tug them away. He slowly interlaces his fingers with hers, his other hand slipping underneath her shirt as he presses her to his chest.
Knowing exactly what's going on in his mind at that exact moment, Y/N averts her gaze and finds a sudden interest in the creases of his now-soaked through white shirt. It's not that hard, considering the toned muscles underneath.
"Why do you," he takes in a shaky breath, closes his eyes for a moment to regain his calm, before gazing down at her, "why do you always say these things?"
Her teeth find her lower lip, gnawing on them self-consciously, "it's easy for you to say--"
"Y/N," he talks over her words before she can get any further. Before she knows it, his thumb tilts her chin upwards so that she has no toher choice but gaze into his mahogany eyes swimming with emotion so intense it makes her breath catch, "we're not talking about this again. What did I say before?"
She takes a moment. The rain keeps falling around them, a cloud of white noise dribbling onto the pavement.
She swallows thickly, "that the next time you hear me say those kinds of things, you'll toss me out of the window?"
Confusion flashes through his features for a few seconds, "what?"
"You're the one who said it."
"Okay okay, I did but that's--that's not the only thing I said," his says, eyes softening slightly, "look, I know we talked about this before. Stop putting yourself down like this, Y/N."
Then, his hand softly moves up to cup her cheek, face all serious with an intensity in his eyes that she can't quite look away from, "I think you're beautiful and amazing and just so bloody imperfect in all the ways that I am, and that's why I love you so much."
His sudden confession has her heart squeezing with delight, filling with so much tenderness that she can't help the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, the scratchy sob bubbling up her throat.
"Ew," she tries to joke despite how touched she feels. One of her hands come up to wipe at her tears, only for Hyunjae to beat her to it, "that's corny."
He huffs, "be honoured, I do it for your sake."
Smiling, she willingly allows him to pull her into a soft hug, warmth spreading through her tummy, a total contrast to the icy bite of the rain pouring around them.
At that particular moment though, she doesn't care.
"I love you too," she murmurs softly.
Hyunjae pulls back ever so slightly so that the tips of their noses touch, a fond smile on his face. Then, he dips his head down and claims her mouth with his.
Her heart races, butterflies exploding through her chest as the young man proceeds to kiss her next breath away. His hands have an iron grip on her waist and on her cheek, trailing to the back if her neck and kissing her even deeper when her mouth parts for him with a soft gasp.
She doesn't know how long they stand there, kissing in the rain and enjoying the warmth they bring to each other. And she realizes that at this moment, there's no one luckier than her, to have him by her side.
