"rain was teardrops for the angels"
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"You still wanna go ziplining?" Chan chuckled as he watched the raindrops race each other down the glass.
Jeongin tried to laugh, he really did, but it came out as more of a strangled cough.
"No, I'll throw up," he groaned, clutching his stomach. His fever had died down drastically, the only thing still in pain was his stomach and throat. Jeongin couldn't move too fast, but you best believe he could make it to the fridge without complaining.
"I wanna go outside though," the sick boy sighed, for once not scared to go outside during a thunderstorm but unable too. "I'll never look outside and want to be in the rain after you leave, but I can't," He whined, a cute pout forming on his chapped lips.
"Who says you can't?" Chan asked with a smile.
"Uh, common sense," Jeongin deadpanned, letting his body flop onto the couch, which sent another painful spark to his head.
"Well common sense can go screw itself," Chan replied, standing up like he was some type of leader. He held out his hands and Jeongin grabbed them, letting Chan drag him to his feet slowly. His stomach felt like it was constricting itself, as well as his throat, which turned his words raspy.
"Go put shoes on," Chan spoke, pecking Jeongin's lips before the boy had a chance to react and sprinting away. Jeongin just shook his head, a soft smile on his face, and hobbled his way to his Vans. Chan came back with piles of coats in his arms that he placed into Jeongin, one by one, protecting him from the cold and the rain. He himself wasn't wearing any, and Jeongin was a bit concerned for the man.
"Channie, you'll get sick like me," Jeongin complained, trying to pull a hoodie onto Chan, who shrugged him off.
"I'll get sick anyway from kissing you," Chan reasoned, watching Jeongin's face heat up, and not from the warm coats.
"C'mon, baby, it'll be fun," Chan assured Jeongin, who was biting his lip with worry as he stared at the rain outside. Jeongin nodded cautiously and intertwined their hands for comfort.
Rain pattered against the top of Jeongin's coat as they arrived at the road in front of his apartment. The streets were nearly empty due to the remote location of the complex and the fact that the work hour rush had just ended. Chan stood in the rain like it was sunny outside, arms up and head tilted towards the sky. The rain soaked his shirt yet again, plastering his hair to his forehead and landing on his tongue as he stuck it out. Jeongin giggled at his childish antics and risked a peek up at the dark clouds.
They had a gloomy and depressive aura, one that made Jeongin want to run back into the apartment and hide under his blankets. But before he could even move an inch, Chan was there. His eyes alight and lips pulled into a breathtaking, dimple showing smile. He grabbed Jeongin's hands and placed it on his shoulder, not telling the boy what he was doing.
"Channie, what are you doing?" Jeongin asked curiously. Chan just smiled wider, letting no information escape his smile. Chan's own hands rested on Jeongin's waist, feeling the raincoat underneath his fingers.
"Dance with me," he whispered as he pressed their foreheads together, his hair dripping water onto the tip of Jeongin's nose.
"I don't know how," Jeongin mumbled sheepishly. Chan gave his waist a light reassuring tap.
"I'll teach you, just follow me."
Jeongin nodded and looked down, watching Chan's feet and trying to keep up. Once Chan thought he mastered the basics, he forced Jeongin's head up with his hand.
"Baby, look at me, I'm better than the ground," Chan said, staring into Jeongin's eyes like he could see the world in them.
"I love you, everything about you. Your giggles and your smiles, your sarcasm and your tears. I love your big hoodies and how soft your lips feel against mine. Yang Jeongin, you're the love of my life, my world. The world isn't even big enough to describe how much I care about you. I'd give the whole world to you if you asked for it. I'd let you take a piece of my heart to fix yours and smile when you give it away because at least you're happy."
Jeongin's tears were flowing down his cheeks like a river, mixing with the rain that was already there.
"I love you too," was all he could say back between the crying and the soreness.
And so, Chan held him closer, whispered sweet nothings in his ear, as they danced in the rain.
