Life - haobin

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People have mixed opinions on rain. Some like it, some hate it, and some just don't care for it.

Hao hated it. Hao hated it because it was distracting while he wrote

Hanbin loved it. Hanbin loved it because it was so distracting while he painted

As they stood in the same room, each doing their own thing, Hanbin let himself look outside through the half-broken window, eyes gliding through the drops of water that escaped the hold of the window's glass. He smiled lightly. He loved things that he hated.

Hao, on the other hand, had his hands covering his ears, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to think. He hated distractions. He hated the way that it would come so suddenly, and catch him off-guard and off-thoughts.

Hanbin glanced at the boy who stood under the dim light of the lightbulb on the ceiling, frowning as he looked down at his half-empty paper

"Can't concentrate?" Hanbin asked. Hao looked up, taking his hands off of his ears, and nodded. Hanbin hummed and looked out the window again

"It's not going to stop anytime soon," he says, watching as the drops of water become more aggressive and start hitting against the outside walls of the closed-off stuffy room that they bide in.

Hao huffed at Hanbin's words, but the other boy just smiled again

"Let's go outside" he stated. Hao looked up, eyebrows furrowing even further

"Outside? It's raining like the heavens just opened..."

"Exactly" Hanbin took off towards the door, not bothering to look if Haoa was following him. He opened the door and stood there as Hao passed by him, leaving the cramped space before him.

Hanbin rushed behind him, walking quickly down a creaky flight of stairs before he opened the exit door, feeling the water instantly claw at him. His hair was already fully wet, and his clothes beginning to stick against his body.

He turned around to look at Hao, who was just in the same state as he was, the bottom points of his hair providing droplets of water, shining against the moon's light just like the crystals that they had seen a few days back at the lake. The boy's dark eyes shone, and his skin was tainted in a light color of pink from the warmth back inside the small apartment where they stood to make art. Hanbin wanted to paint what he saw. It looked ethereal... Hao looked ethereal.

Hanbin loved it

"I hate the rain"