Rainy Days - Haerin x Danielle

17, Sweet night

Danielle's POV:

Gradually, I realized that in the things we like, there will always be such a corresponding fear. It's like the rain. The more I like the rain, the more I'm afraid of thunder.

My father died on a thunderous night. He had a heart attack and died right before my eyes when it was still raining heavily and the lightning bolts in the sky kept screaming unannouncedly. Since then, those similar nights with thunders and lightnings have kept me from sleeping, either falling asleep and waking up from nightmares, or continuing to do so. I still haven't found a solution to this phobia...

It was raining heavily outside. The sound of rain on the window makes me feel relaxed and comfortable...

As usual, after returning from the gym and facials, I went to bed. The difference is that this time, it came. I was suddenly startled by the sound of thunder. It reminds me of that day. It always comes suddenly without warning. It caused my fears to pile up in waves.

I curled up in the blanket, wanting to stop myself from hearing any more of the noise. Sweat began to pour out from my forehead, but the chills just kept coming. My heart sank, it was beating fast as if it wanted to stop. I'm scared.

I wish Kang Haerin was here. Today is Friday, and Haerin must be busy with work on set and won't be here tonight. Or it's simply very late now, it's 2 a.m., and there's no way for Haerin to come over to my house.

I power off my phone. The thought that lightning out there would hit my phone — even if it seemed impossible — made me go back to fear of my childhood.

I tried to close my eyes, tried to sleep, tried not to hear thunder. And then I fell asleep.

I'm dreaming. In my dream, I was driving a car that lost control. Despite all my efforts, the car went straight to the brink.

I woke up, seeing the details of every object in my room. But I couldn't move. I don't know if I'm awake or dreaming. I fell asleep again and continued to dream that dream. It went on and on, continuously, three or four times, and I couldn't get out, or wake up. I regret that I went to sleep to get caught up in this scary dream like that. I wish someone woke me up when my tired body didn't have any strength to escape it.

There was a sudden noise in the room. A pleasant scent makes me feel a little more comfortable. I feel safe.

Someone shook me up. That hand was cold, elongated, soft so familiar.

Opening my eyes, I saw Kang Haerin. Her hair was wet, her hoodie stained with rain, and she was frowning at me with concern and a hint of urgency. Maybe I finally got rid of the constantly recurring chain of nightmares and entered a more pleasant dream. 

Her soft but cold lips, already wet with those raindrops, rested on mine, gently as if to take away some of the warmth. 

At half a minute, the figure left. I didn't want this dream to end, so I did everything I could to hold her back.

She has stopped, is this dream real?

Because I used my strength to pull so hard, I also became more alert. But the silhouette didn't go away.

Looking at the clock, it was 2:30. The aches and pains gradually disappeared, and I gradually felt that I was in control of my body and free of the worst things going on in my mind.

That figure is still here.

I called her name, and my voice choked.

"Kang Haerin..."

I hugged her, afraid that whether I was dreaming or real, I didn't want to be alone, like that night, when there was only me in that large house, crying and screaming for help but no one heard. 

Crashing against her neck, I felt the raindrops still lingering, and her hair was already wet. The whole shirt is the same, everywhere is the rain.

"Wait a minute; I'll go change my clothes a bit."

I lie still on the bed, watching the warm light shining in the bathroom. About 5 minutes later, Haerin came out, put on my long-sleeved shirt and a pair of short pants, looking remorseful to hug.

"I'm sorry it's a little late," Haerin slipped into the blanket, hugging my body.

"The rain is all over you, and it's late now, it's dangerous."

"I'm sorry, Danielle. It wasn't until I was writing the script that I remembered that 2 years ago in a live session, you said you were afraid of thunder."

At that moment, lying safely in Haerin's arms, I realized I had found a solution. There was finally a night when there was thunder outside, so I could feel safe and sleep.

The shirt Haerin was wearing was very thin, making it easy for me to feel her heat and flesh. Hearing steady breathing, I gradually fell asleep. Sometimes I even feel a hand gently resting on my ear, preventing me from hearing the scary sounds out there. That body warmth seemed to make up for the bad, lonely things I had experienced over the years. I silently thanked, as well as complained:

"Haerin, why didn't you come earlier?"

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This makes me want to write about the type of pure love, combined and inspired by all the greatest things about love. I mean there's not only romantic love. Love exists in every form, everything ever existed.

Bro I'm emotional again 😶‍🌫️