Pairing: Choi Young Do x Cha Eun Sang
Choi Young Do was always quite fond of the rain, it never failed to provide him the opportunity of staying indoors and a much needed reprieve from Myung Soo’s lectures about how, “A social life is a happy life.” He wasn't sure when he started feeling this way, or why he felt such a strong affinity for what was arguably the world shedding it's heavy tears down on itself, but he felt an undeniable kinship with the rain. The harder the clouds cried the safer he felt. As if they cried in his stead for all the tears he could never bear to let escape.
So when the sound of someone's knuckles battering against his door bounced off the walls of his room Young Do couldn’t help but to scowl at the door. Myung Soo was sure to be standing on the other side, as always. Clicking his tongue Young Do stared intently at his door, hoping Myung Soo would simply accept the lack of a reply and scurry away. Unfortunately for Young Do, light tentative knocks against his door echoed into the hotel room just when he'd begun to relax back into his recliner. Although he half considered it, Young Do couldn't, in good conscience, leave Myung Soo sitting out in the hall forever, no matter how vexing his sprightly personality proved to be at times. Bracing himself for what was to come, he stalked towards the door, letting a sigh escape from between his lips as he pulled the door open. "I'm not going to a club with you Myu-..." Young Do's friends, mainly Myung Soo, occasionally deluded themselves into believing they could coax him out of his sanctuary on a rainy day with promises of noodles and a good time. It never worked. It never even piqued his interest. But what stood before him had his undivided attention.
"Hi..." A very drenched and very cautious Cha Eun Sang said to him as she squirmed under his gaze.
Quickly regaining composure, Young Do leaned in to reduce the distance between them. "After all those refusals, you've come to be a flower now, have you?" Referencing her last visit to his hotel room. But instead of Eun Sang's usual biting retort, her response was a slight shake of the head. Just why did Cha Eun Sang who looked as though she were drowning in her uniform come knocking on his door? What was proper protocol in such a situation? Was he supposed to ask her why she was here? Quickly pull her into his room and cocoon her in all the available towels? Confess his undying one sided love only for it to be taken as a joke again? No. Definitely not that one, maybe later once she'd dried off and warmed up. "Okay, come in." His tone came across as demanding rather than welcoming, Young Do took note to kick himself for it later. Turning his back to her, he retreated further into his room with a mission at hand. Towels. Lots and lots of towels. He heard the click of the door closing and hoped she hadn't left in the short while he was spending to retrieve fresh towels off the shelves of his bathroom. Why was she here? He hadn't sent her any threatening texts nor had he left her any haunting voicemails. Why was the girl he dreamt of, the girl who despised and feared him, the girl who was very much in love with his ex-best friend, knocking on his door drenched and looking like a kicked puppy?
Eun Sang stood absentmindedly in the middle of the living area while her cold pale fingers fiddled with the hem of her sweater. Young Do all but shoved the staggering amount of towels he'd collected into Eun Sang's arms. Startled and caught off guard she failed to gather them all as a few pooled onto the floor by her feet. "Just one would have sufficed..." She mumbled. "Don't kid yourself, you look like you soaked up half of the Han River." "I forgot to bring an umbrella with me." Clearly, he thought.
They stood in silence for what felt like eternity, both tentatively stealing glances of the other person in a poor attempt to gauge their current predicament. Young Do made the mistake of making eye contact at one point, Eun Sang kept her head bowed down ever since. It’d felt like hours since she arrived until a soft mumble broke the silence.
"It’s raining pretty heavily outside..."
