Raindrops; Sumin&Sehun
Sky swathed in a cotton blanket of clouds, long eyelashes blinked away the stray droplets lazily drizzling away. The bag on his shoulder growing heavier with every passing minute, water clinging to the fabric and adding weight as his head hung low, mane of hair flopping in front of his eyes as the rain picked up. Frigid hands shoved into pockets, the soles of his shoes click clacked against the wet pavement, eyes trained on the speckled patterns left on cement.
Sehun liked the weather like this, the almost delirious showers peppering his skin was refreshing, clean; as if nature was brushing away all the grime of his being with her delicate fingers. Gentle, cooling pitter patter against his face caused the corners of his mouth to ghost upwards in a faint whisper of a smile.
An impermeable wave of warmth washed over his arm as he attempted to bypass another pedestrian, raising a red flag in his mind. Slowing his pace, his head turned and he took in the sight of flushed skin, heaving puffs of breath, and glossy gaze. “Are you alright?” The question stumbled from his lips as a soft murmur, hesitant to disrupt the girl's seemingly wavering focus.