rain showers | c.yj

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  Majority of their limited time together consisted of either Youngjae talking about Anya, Youngjae talking to Anya or Youngjae watching Anya.

  At first, Yuri believed Min Yung's assurance of Youngjae not forgetting her, but, she could see it happening before her very eyes.

  Everything was Anya this, Anya that, none of the 'did you have a good day?' or 'are you okay?'

  Yet with all this talk and obsession over her, Youngjae had yet to properly talk to her.

  Sure they had the odd conversation that concerned more topics to do with school but other than that, Youngjae was playing the shy school girl who was unable to talk to their crush.

  That was until today, in the after school study room, where Youngjae seemed to be in luck.

  "Have you even talked to her?" Youngjae asked with a frustrated tone, disregarding the fact that Yuri was clearly trying to focus on composing.

  Yuri refrained from an outlash. Never before had the timid girl found herself feeling such frustration and annoyance to the extent of shouting, but this really was beginning to push on her limits.

  Not wanting to let known of her anger through tone, Yuri nodded.

  Youngjae sighed with exasperation, running a hand through his soft hair.

  Yuri shared the same stress as the boy. Although they were for completely different matters, tension was running jist as high.

  Unlike the talented boy beside her, who seemed to excell almost uhumanly in music, Yuri was still stuck firmly in the problems of her assignment.

  Composing.

  Being able to read, understand and play music was one thing, actually putting pen to paper and composing a piece was another.

  Her and writing just didn't seem to click. No inspiration came to her, anything she wrote just didn't seem right.

  What's worst is that it had to be handed in next week.

  Thankfully, they had a choice between song writing and writing a piece for their desirable instrument, so Yuri went for the latter.

  She turned to face the boy, watching him stare intently at Anya with adoration in his eyes.

  "Youngjae?" She asked with a deliacte voice, not wanting to seem too pressing.

  "Yes?" His answer was lazily spoken, his attention elsewhere as his eyes followed Anya's movement as she stood up.

  Yuri disregarded it, believing that there was still some connection between the two that he wouldn't shut her down.

  "Ah, well I've been kind of stuck on my composition and I was wondering if you could possibly-"

  Youngjae suddenly stood up in excitement, pushing the desk forward slightly in his whild, frantic rush.

  "Anya!" He smiled, making it way too obvious that he was happy to see the girl.

  Yuri's cheeks puffed slightly as her eyes trailed around aimlessy, not sure what to do in the awkward situation.

  "Sorry if I was interrupting something," Anya politely bowed to Yuri, "but I was wondering Youngjae, if you could possibly help me with the song writing."

  "Sure!" Youngjae replied with enthusiasm.

  It almost felt dagger like, the sharp pain of irony and cruelity stabbed the girl.

  Her hands slowly slid the manuscript with her failing compositions off the desk, awkwardly shoving them into her school bag as her chair scraped abraisvely against the floor.

  "I'll see you later Youngjae." Yuri mumbled, turning around to make her leave.

There was a slight hesitation on her side, hoping that the boy would stop her and apologise for everything, like in all the romantic films and series.

  Yet there wasn't even a slight recognition of the girl's departure as the boy stared puppy eyed at the other girl.

  For this was no fantasy film or a perfect romantic book. No cliche or happy ending came to her, where they reconcile and live life fully together.

  This was reality and unfortunately, reality is unjust.

  So as the female walked away, with dejection swelling inside, another door closed, and the distance between the two grew.

  How did she manage to always get tangled up in knots of problematic situations and relationship issues.

  Yuri was beginning to question why she was even trying.

  She had given up on him once before, why not another; what was holding her back?

  So distracted in her thoughts, she never realised she had exited the building until she felt the familiar cold splashes of rain.

  One thing differed from every other moment she had in the rain - she could feel no happinss or relief.

  She was almost back at square one, returning to the state where rain was the symbolism of sadness and despair.

  "Yuri? Shouldn't you be inside?"

  Yuri jumped at Bambam's voice, too immersed in her thoughts.

  A slight whimper came from the girl, "The rain..."

  She couldn't speak, she couldn't put words to mouth as her mouth lingered open.

  Bambam looked at the girl pitingfully, "Come on Yuri, you should go inside before you get ill."

  Yuri seemed hesitant at first, trying to search for that reliever in the stinging, sharp pain of the rain drops.

  But nothing.

  Bambam gently took hold of the girl and nudged her away, takimg her down the road in his warm embrace.

  Yuri looked up at the sky one last time, only to see dark swelling, grey clouds or sadness.

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  So this originally would've been posted hours ago but wattpad never saved tje chapter and it wasnt in revision history so I had to rewrite it all.
  But its okay, the first version was a thousand times worse than this.