Summa: Sheltered at home during a thunderstorm, the trio reflect, encounter their fears, and treasure the warm touch they all provide.
Word Count: 694
Alarum: Fluffy cuddles and innermost thoughts. Fear of lighting, light trauma. All characters are in their twenties. Minors skedaddle!
Author's Note: This is the first of two parts that will later be released. Petrichor is the smell before the rain. The more you know. The song used is Rain by BTS. Well worth the listen and I'd highly suggest, reading the translation also.
Hitoshi's arms held them both to his chest, both on each side of him. He couldn't sleep. At this point, neither of them could. They'd quit trying after the first grumblings of the storm. He was the first to smell it arriving. He knew their night would be long. It was a smell he'd come to love as a boy. It made the walls of his house all the sweeter in the dreary weather.
Other kids, they'd call him weird. Why would he like it when the sun was gone? It stopped their playing and showing off their quirks. He could breathe when the rain came. He didn't have to be afraid of accidentally manipulating someone just by words he carelessly spoke. It allowed him to think.
Hitoshi held his little partners closer to himself, pressing a kiss to both of their heads—lingering a while. Sleepless as he was, he was warm. Just as he was those days in his youth all alone.
Crack.
Denki thought it was impossible. How do you smell rain coming? Hitoshi had tried to describe the aroma to him and for the longest time he thought that his own nose was broken or his boyfriend had another quirk that he wasn't telling him about. Earthy, he described it. But anytime he thought of earthy smells was when he'd played in mud years ago, making mud cakes for his Pops. Nonetheless, Denki and {Y/N} found themselves countless times dependent on the nose of their very tired boyfriend. Hitoshi often times was always able to tell the certainty of rain better than the meteorologist on the TV.
Drip drop drip.
Denki's golden eyes stared through the window with a bulgy pout. Rain. It rendered him useless. Each flash of light that illuminated their faces, disrupting the erratic pattern of rain, made him hold his breath. It burned in his lungs, made his nerves crackle and pop. Denki shifts around and tucks his face into the crook of Hitoshi's neck as his heart silently races in his chest. Even if his partners couldn't hear it, he sang the one song that rain often reminded him of.
"Rain, in this rain, in this rain..."
Drip drop crack drip.
{Y/N} stared at their entangled limbs and wondered to herself how exactly they fit together as they did. She took turns tracing the lines on their palms and compared their sizes. She traced both of her palms, her own touch tickled her skin—small and soft, almost mistaken for a baby's.
She traced Denki's palm lines and grazed over the feathering marks of electricity speckled on all around his fingers. They adorned his slender and long fingers with their fern-like patterns, spreading round and round. {Y/N} pressed her palm against his and watched Denki close his hand around hers, giving her a small squeeze. He was so warm.
Once her blond boyfriend began to snore, she pries her hand from his and fights the sleep weighing down on her eyelids. She blinks slowly and traces the lines on Hitoshi's palm. So calloused and large, it could easily swallow both of their hands all together. And yet, she felt safer than ever with his eyes looking down at her. Distracting herself like this was just what she needed.
Silence.
Could it—would this rain shower be the last or the first of many?
On and on, it came day after day. None of their ears could catch on to any rhyme or rhythm of the raindrops. It came heavy, it came light. At times the couple wanted to do nothing but sing together under the sweet shower of rain as it kissed their skin in more ways than their lips ever could. Thunder cracked his whip and shook their apartment.
The one thing about the insufferable thunderstorm was the cold it brought; bringing them closer together.
Crack.
The sound roared, but none of them jolted at the sound. It wasn't something that they had grown out of at a young age, to brave the mean ol’ storm that ruined the beauty of the day and her sunshine. It wasn't just that. They were one another’s peace.
Forgot to say it here but the release of my Rain fan MV is planned for December 4th, midnight KST (what time is it for me?) (you might guess why I chose that date.) So I’ll see you then! I’ll try to coordinate everything well so if you’re interested, you should be able to find it here when the time comes.
I hope some of you are excited!
Ah here it is, the drawing I was talking about… I though it’s most suitable because the part I chose to wrote in calligraphy was Namjoon’s lyrics and in this picture he is holding an umbrella and looking up in the sky in though so I guess it was the closest to what I was going for haha
I mean I know it doesn’t really look like him but I guess in this drawing I was focusing more on the whole concept rather than on making it look just like him… and I was really running out of time, so much even that I didn’t finish the calligraphy which was the purpose of this whole task in the first place 😅 And yeah I'm not too happy with it Lacks proportion and all When did I do this? November 2015... A year ago? Why his legs so skinny? (Ok in all fairness his legs were quote skinny in the pic. Still I could have made it more accurate Practice makes perfect I guess
Anyhow… not like anyone reads these little messages of mine 😂
