Jennie and Chaeyoung, falling in love at coffee shops and fucking on trains in public. #LivingTheirBestLives
Rating: Explicit
POV: Chaeyoung
D/S: Topsè/Switch
Content: Smut, Fluff, Banter
Word Count: 10,400
Original: It's Raining Gay (Hallelujah) by DreamsAreMyWords, TheSSClexa
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Rain is the worst.
At least, that's what Chaeyoung's sticking with. Every time it rains it inevitably sours her mood and draws complaints from her. It's not exactly the rain that's the problem, it's the people. A gunmetal grey sky and gloomy surroundings? That's fine. It's more its unerring tendency to always make people late, always rendering them unable to navigate the same route to work, misplace items, or any other number of ridiculous minor inconveniences. Chaeyoung can't understand it, especially with the accuracy of weather forecasting in this day and age. She simply ensures utmost preparedness; equips herself with a pair of waterproof boots, raincoat, and umbrella before braving the buckets falling out of the sky lately.
Rain in itself is a lovely thing; Chaeyoung's quite fond of the acoustics. The pitter-patter against roofs, the swooshing of cars through puddles, and if she's lucky, the low rumble of thunder in the distance. It's soothing. If she focuses on that rather than the way people typically rush about on a rainy day during her morning commute to work, her day will go fine.
Except today, apparently. That quickly becomes evident when Chaeyoung steps off the train and is greeted by a large handwritten sign.
FLOODED (sorry!) CLOSED
As a coffee connoisseur, the sky's recent deluge has flooded Chaeyoung's favorite coffee shop. The sudden rise in the water level left the underground-situated shop walls seeping and several inches of stagnant water on the floor. Wonderful. Chaeyoung gazes at the sign plastered on the window for another moment, wistful already at the thought of her usual coffee waiting just beyond the locked door. A low dose of annoyance and disappointment circulate her veins. Since her move to Arkadia City, it had taken a few weeks for the baristas at this coffee shop to recognize her and memorize her drink, making for easier mornings. This is her coffee place and she's not one to deviate from her normal routine. Maybe she doesn't have to go anywhere else; maybe she could survive one day without any coffee.
