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25. SVT Jeonghan - Downpour

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Title: downpour

Member: jeonghan

Genre: angst - post-break up // good ending

Word Count: 1903

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What exactly is 'love'?

The definition varies for everyone, really; someone's definition of 'love' could be a warm blanket and food, another's a tub of ice cream and kitten cuddles.

Yours was...

Yoon Jeonghan.

He was sunshine and rainbows, the moon to your stars, the smile on your face.

Was.

He's now the rain to your clouds, the tears strolling down your face and the headache that just won't go away.

His legs are no longer tangled with yours, his eyes are no longer on you and his hand isn't perfectly fitting in yours.

He's a faint memory of heavy rain, thunderous clouds and wet footsteps.

You're jolted out of your state of self-loathing by a clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning that illuminates the dimly lit library. You run a hand through your hair and let out a tired sigh, because the document in front of you remains blank, and there's an X over the wifi connection.

"You can't be serious, hyung - you're studying when we could be, I don't know, playing video games back at the house?"

"You're kidding, right Gyu? Did you come to university to graduate, or be put on probation?"

The two voices begin to spit insults at each other, and it would be a lot more helpful if you were writing a paper on why boys were stupid, but you aren't.

You shut your laptop, not like you were going to get anything done, anyway, because with the storm brewing outside, it's bringing back memories you shouldn't remember.

You recognize the fraternity symbol embroidered onto the back of the arguing males' backs, a diamond with cursive reading 'SVT' below it, and the lump in your throat grows larger, your heartbeat quicker.

You do your best to not draw attention as you fling your belongings into your backpack and jerk your laptop charger out of its outlet.

You're almost home-free when you realize it's pouring rain, and you're umbrella-less.

"Hey, are you al- " You turn at the voice, taking a few steps back from the male who unconsciously smiles, expression softening at your all-too familiar eyes and lips, breath hitching in his throat, struggling to finish his sentence, "-right... Are you... Um, gonna be okay out there?"

An ache settles into your chest when you meet his eyes, so you quickly avert them and turn away, towards the heavy wooden doors. "Yeah. I will."

"You don't sound too sure. Wait here, I'll lend you my umbrella."

He doesn't wait for a response, and you can hear his footsteps grow quieter as he walks away.

You're not going to let him do this for you, because you don't need false hope to mend your aching heart, so you push the heavy door open, ignoring the call after you, and immediately walk out into the quad, rain drenching you from head to toe.

The heavy door that shut seconds before swings open again, wet footsteps ensuing.

"I know you hate me but it isn't a reason for you to get sick." You continue walking, not trusting yourself to reply, because it takes everything within you to refrain from crashing into his arms, sobbing.