"aiyoo, it's raining again."
tearing his seemingly shocked stare away from the crowd of fans and fansites surrounding the newly-arrived group, yuta stepped out of the van and looked out in attempt to look at the said sight of the heavens silently sobbing, but as his eyes ran over and saw the sight of sicheng stopping in his tracks and standing with his head up and his eyes on the sky, he almost forgot that he was still breathing and existing in the middle of a sea of a million people.
he was staring at the said boy with so much intent that it took him a whole second to realize that sicheng was already staring back at him and was already talking to him.
"what?" was all he could mutter.
"do you have an umbrella with you?" sicheng repeated with emphasis, as if he was weirded out by how yuta didn't hear it at his first attempt when they were merely a few centimeters away from each other.
"an umbrella? oh, an umbrella. oh, i do," yuta blurted out, taking out the umbrella that he had been holding and opening it, then handing it over to sicheng.
"wait, hyung," sicheng said as he held yuta's hand before he could let go of the umbrella. "walk with me, or you will get wet."
the way sicheng was looking at him and telling him to walk with him shot an arrow through yuta's chest. the thing is, though, he couldn't tell whether the arrow was shot by cupid or pain.
as they walked, all sicheng did was look around them and wave and smile whenever he saw someone do it to him, while all yuta did was look at him and nothing nor no one else.
yuta knew fully that he wasn't being subtle about his feelings for sicheng through this stupid move, but he couldn't care less. his cute chinese baby boy was leaving korea, more importantly, him, for months, and he couldn't help but make the most of the time he have left with him.
unfortunately, he didn't know that he had been doing it in a wrong way.
