Rain | k.ms

viii: 2011

I bite my lip, pacing back and forth. It's almost time for my aunt's burial, and to be honest, I'm not prepared for it at all.

"Sonagi?" I hear someone calling my name, making me jump in surprise.

I smile at the sight of the man standing in front of me. "Minseok." I say, feeling my anxious mood suddenly brighten.    

"Are you ready to go?" Minseok asks me. The anxious knot in my stomach making me unable to speak, I merely nod in response. Minseok takes my hand, and I flinch, almost pulling away in shock.

Realizing his action, Minseok quickly lets go of my hand. "S–sorry." He apologizes, looking away.

I shake my head vigorously, already feeling the absence of his warm hand in mine. "It's okay." I assure him, wishing I hadn't reacted so badly.

Minseok nods, blushing, and we both head out, to the burial of my dead aunt.

...

As someone reads their speech, I stand completely still, desperately hoping not to meet anyone's eyes. After all the speeches finish, I stare at the freshly dug ground, where my aunt lies. My eyes glaze over, as I'm suddenly reminded of a moment when I was a young child.

I'm doing homework, and my small, soft hands show that I'm a young child—most likely around five or six years old. I feel a large hand ruffle the top of my head. I look up—it's my aunt. I feel myself smile widely—one of those innocent, automatic, kid grins.

"Are you doing homework?" She asks, even though the answer is obvious.

I nod. "Yes!" I reply.

My aunt pets my head again. "Good girl." She says. "You're so grown up; I wouldn't have to worry even if I died young."

The corners of my mouth twitch down, turning my smile into a frown; I feel myself do the same in real life.

"Hey Sonagi!" Sehun's voice says, calling me out of my memories.

He makes his way over to me. "Sehun." I say.

"The—um—weather's really nice, isn't it?" Sehun makes an attempt at conversation.

I look up, glancing at the sky. It's a bleak dark grey, and the heavy clouds which fill up the sky indicate that it'll probably rain later. Not exactly the definition of 'nice weather', but I really appreciate his effort. I'm not much older—just twenty one years old—but Sehun's pretty young—only seventeen. I attempt a laugh, but it comes out forced. "Yeah..." My voice trails off. I stare at the ground, thoughtlessly.

"I—um—I'm sorry that she—uh—passed away." Sehun suddenly blurts, making me look up again. I peer at his face, trying to memorize every detail of it. Although we grew up together, we were never very close until I was in my late teens, but by then it was too late as I was already off to college.

Sehun's dark coloured eyes pop out against his pale complexion, drawing away attention from the dark circles under his eyes. His bites at his dry, chapped lips, awaiting my response. He looks really tired. Students really overwork themselves these days. I think, sympathetically.

"Thanks." Feeling an itch, I scratch the tip of my nose. "She was also your aunt, so I'm sorry as well."

Sehun nods. "Thank you, but I wasn't very close with her." He tells me, meaning that I would probably be more affected by her death than he would.

I shake my head. "Neither was I." My eyes drift towards the sky again. Neither was I.

A/N: ik it's been a while (was it five or six months??) and i'm so sorry.
('༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ') i'm not promising that i'm back for good but i just wanted to update so here's the long overdue chap, guys!