raining - k.dh x m.sn

raining

"Run! I swear, make a run for it, Dahyunie!"

Sana rushes to say, holding hands with Dahyun (and with Dahyun exerting extra effort to keep up with the older), trying their best to run from the never-ending, heavily pouring rain.

Seconds later (luckily), they make it to a barely standing shade made of logs basically nailed down together—barely holding up (looks like one strong zephyr would take it down in an instant). Panting to catch their breath after what felt like a mile run, The Japanese bends to breathe and holds onto her knees, and exhales breathily. Though, she wasn't blind to the younger's actions whilst her tiredness (she's always paid close enough attention). As Dahyun runs her hair through her fingers to brush the hair from her face, she shivers. Feeling cold, Sana takes her jacket off to offer it to her; "I won't even ask why you wore that kind of fabric, Dahyunie." (Sana thought she was perfect; it was only unfortunate weather and unpleasant timing for her to have worn a thin piece of cloth).

As the pale-skinned woman reaches out to grab the jacket, Sana retracts her arm, "Only if we can share it—wouldn't you want extra body warmth?" Dahyun sighs, looks at the ground, then back to the older. She shook her head but said nothing and went closer anyway. Feeling comfort in Sana's embrace, Dahyun holds her hand—the hand holding her waist in a secure manner. As Sana was still smirking internally at the victory of Dahyun allowing her to embrace the younger, she suddenly stiffens and feels nervous (she hopes the smaller woman was oblivious to the heart that wants to make its way out of her chest if it beats loud and strong enough).

Seconds that felt like forever later, Dahyun calls her and turns to her in their embrace. Sana then looks back into her eyes (searching for answers about Dahyun feeling the same), "Why are you this close to me? You're going to kill me from the inside.", Dahyun later also stares into the Japanese's brown orbs, ignoring the loud downpour and the strong gush of the wind blowing through her's hair, and for a second, looks at her lips. The raven-haired woman could only breathe out and think to herself, "Satang has no idea how beautiful she is; about time I let her know."

"Do I have something on my face? what's wrong, Dahy-"

Dahyun shuts her eyes, pulls Sana closer, and kisses her fervently—the Japanese widen her eyes, still wrapping her head around what was happening, the pale-skinned girl tilts her head and deepens the kiss. Sana felt herself melting. Struggling to stay standing, she tightens her embrace around the Korean. Dahyun felt this, so she held onto Sana, breaking the kiss right after.

"I like you, Sana, and I don't know if it's just that or more than that, but I can't hold it in anymore. I'm sorry if I kissed you like th-" And just like that, the jacket they've been using to keep each other warm is on the ground because Sana let go of their embrace, cups Dahyun's face, closes her eyes and kisses her. As Sana moves her lips, Dahyun was inching closer to insanity—"She's kissing me. SHE'S KISSING ME! I can't think, but think I'm going to lose it."

"I have had feelings for you ever since we met. What happened to Momo?" Taking time to reply, sighing after the kiss as she looked into the taller one's eyes, "Momo has always been around to hear me talk about you—she loves to hear all of what I say, I guess." Sana could only smile at her; "She's such a sweetheart."

Author's Note:

I missed writing—it's been such a long time, I'm happy I got back here again. I'm really tired, but I wanted to pay some mind to my readers. Thank you all so much again for the support. Hope you guys are doing great, and as always, see you when I see you.

Will be back soon,

- Z