meraki

pluviophile

pluviophile

(n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.

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chanyeol x reader

enjoy x

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The crowd moves as a wave, unbothered by the droplets spitting from the sky. As the clouds darken, you weave between pillars of people, eager to get to the lake at the edge of the fairground. As you move, others pay no mind to you; only eager to go about their business. Unwilling to let the weather ruin the day.

The speckled surface of water greets you as the throng parts and you stand at the water's edge for a few moments. A rumble surrounds you and you are unsure whether it is the crackling loudspeakers or thunder

You take a deep breath in and your hand instinctively gravitates towards the base of your neck. The necklace sits between your collarbones, a welcome chill to the warmth of your skin. As you stand amidst the bustling that continues around you, your mind wanders to the moment you were gifted this necklace.

He stood before you, hair dripping as he looked up at the second floor window. You had hurried down the stairs, brushing others and uncaring of their sharp looks. Before exiting the building you stopped, unsure of yourself.

Only a threshold stood between him and yourself.

He was beautiful as he gazed up at the sky and you were jostled and pushed around as you watched him. You took a step into the spring air and didn't let yourself stop until you stood in front of him.

Dark oceans met your eyes and his throat moved as he looked down at you.

The heavens opened and you took his hand, both of you laughing as you you took the lead, pulling his towards the alley that led to the park.

The bandstand stood, foreboding and welcoming in the storm. You shoes squelched on the ground. His deep chuckle sent shivers down your spine and you let go of his hand, jumping the concrete steps up onto the elevated platform.

For once you were taller than him. The feeling gave you power and the corner of your lips tilted upwards as you walked backwards, tempting him to join you.

He accepted the invitation and stalked towards you, stopping only a breath from you.

Your heart beat triple time as his face came closer to your.

"Close your eyes," he whispered against your lips before moving away, playing coy. With an eyebrow cocked, you obeyed.

Stars danced in the darkness as you felt the sleeves of his coat brush your ears.

He fumbled around the back of your head and you heard him curse under his breath. Your left eye crept open and you took in the sight of this powerful man struggling with a clasp, his tongue peaking out of the corner of he mouth in concentration.

A giggle erupts from you and his eyes shoot to your face. He gives you a small smile before turning his attention to the accessory he was placing around your neck. While he worked, you watched him; the sooty lengths of his eyelashes moving, his jawline tense in focus.

A satisfied breath escapes him as he finishes fiddling, but instead of removing his arms from around you, they remain at the nape of your neck and play with the baby hairs that refused to be coaxed into a bun this morning.

You were curious, tilting your chin down to see what he placed around your neck although you could feel it. His finger came and tilted your chin up until your eyes met his. At some point your lips met, melting together. You clutched at his coat, still not feeling him close enough.

A touch whispers over your shoulder and you turn, seeing nothing but the central attraction ring and the thousands of people choosing to spend their Sunday in the rain instead of at home. The memory feels distant and you try to hold onto it but it evaporates.

Your phones vibrates in your pocket, no doubt your family wondering where you were. As you move through the ever-thickening crowd, the tannoy comes to life but you pay it little attention.

Walking in the general direction of the funfair to find your sister, you dodge the odd balloon clasped by small, desperate hands.

"We... announcement... apologise... disruption..," the announcer's words flicker in and out of focus over the speakers. A deafening screech fills the air and you chuckle but stop as your name rings out over the speakers. Confusion soaks you like the rain falling from the sky. The tannoy asks you to make your way over to the organisers tent.

Obeying, yet still none the wiser over what the problem was, you changed direction as a million thoughts ran through your mind. You found yourself rubbing the necklace in comfort and your phone attempted to grab your attention once again.

Sighing, you take it out your pocket, one hand on the teardrop-shaped-silver of the pendant and the other moving over the screen. You reply to the message from your mum and ask for her to wait for another five minutes. Stuffing the phone into the breast pocket of your coat, you look up.

Outside the gazebo stands a figure beneath an umbrella. You swallow as the face you pictured every night before dreaming turns away from you.

It has been six months since you last saw Chanyeol.

Spring skipped into summer which ran into autumn.

Chanyeol searches the crowd before he spots you. The change on his face is enough to make you weak at the knees and your heart pick up it's pace. You haven't seen him since he came to your University having snuck out of his hotel room.

Your feet move without instruction. He walks towards you, meeting you halfway.

Rain falls around you while you stay dry under the umbrella with Chanyeol. One more step and then your arms loop around his back, hugging him to you.

His arms move to embrace you and his head drops onto the top of your head. You inhale, breathing him in before pulling back, standing on your tiptoes and planting a quick kiss on his lips. Pulling away, you grin.

Chanyeol chuckles and takes you by surprise as he places an identical kiss onto your own lips. You struggle to hold in your giggle, failing miserably as a laugh erupts from your chest.

The two of you walk in a dream-like state, not a word passing between you.

Not a word is needed.

He's here.