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In The Rain | Corbyn Besson

5:30 pm:

Y/n is all snuggled up in 3 soft and warm blankets on the couch in the Why Don't We household, binge watching Insatiable on Netflix. Her long term boyfriend, Corbyn Besson, and his band mates have been at the studio all day recording for their upcoming album. About an hour after they left, it started pouring with rain.

So now, y/n is just chilling on the couch watching Netflix while the sound of the rain hovers in the background as she waits for Corbyn to get back. She looks up when she hears loud chatter and a few squeals from outside, then all the boys walk in absolutely soaked.

"Hey boys" she says, pausing the show. They all look up and shake around their hair getting water everywhere, including on y/n. "Okay you're not dogs, calm down" she says, going to the cupboard and getting out 5 towels. She hands them to the boys and sits back down on the couch. "Go and get changed out of your wet clothes. A towel isn't going to dry them." Y/n says, continuing to watch the show.

A few minutes later Corbyn sits down on the couch next to y/n, snuggling into her side as she runs her fingers through his hair. "How was your day?" She whispers, kissing the top of his head. "Good, but we're all super tired. We got a good amount done today." He replies, tiredly looking up at her.

"Take a nap if you're tired, baby. If you're not awake by dinner I'll wake you up." Y/n suggests. He lazily nods and closes his eyes, cuddled up to y/n who's lightly scratching his head.

2 hours later
7:30 pm:

"Baby, dinner's ready." Y/n gently whispers to Corbyn, softly caressing his cheek. The chatter of the other boys at the dining table drifts into the living room, causing Corbyn to stir. He mumbles a few incoherent words before getting up and walking to the table.

After eating dinner, all the boys thank y/n for cooking them dinner and go back upstairs to their rooms while her and Corbyn sit back down on the couch. They sit in silence for a few minutes before y/n looks out the window, an idea popping into her head.

"Can we go outside?" She blurts, catching Corbyn's attention. He tilts his head and looks at her confusingly, "it's raining, princess. Why would you want to go outside?" He asks.

"I want to dance and play in the rain" she states blatantly, causing Corbyn to let out a laugh. "Come onnn" she whines, standing up and taking his hand, pulling him out the front door. They step outside, y/n only in one of Corbyn's shirts and some shorts, not even bothered by the cold. She lets go of his hand when she spots a puddle and runs over to it, lightly jumping in it.

Corbyn watches her in awe with a wide smile on his face, shaking his head at her childishness. Y/n looks up and they make eye contact, making grabby hands so he'll go to her. He runs up to her and picks her up, lifting her over his shoulder and walking further down the empty street.

"Put me dowwwnnn" she laughs, lightly hitting his back. He gives in and puts her back on the ground, but immediately starts to tickle her sides. She squirms around as he keeps a hold of her in his grip. 'Stooppp" y/n laughs again. "Make me" Corbyn teases, before being cut off by y/n's lips softly crashing on his.

It works though, as Corbyn stops tickling her sides and pulls her in by her waist as their lips move in sync. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer and slightly deepening the kiss.

Corbyn rubs small circles on her lower back, before they both break apart for air. Y/n hides her face in his neck and they stand in each other's arms as the rain continues to pour down on them.

"We should do this more often" he whispers, lightly kissing y/n on her head. "We should" she mumbles.

Rainy days are the best days.