Drops.

Drops.
Lu Han has always considered rain to be something dreadful. As if the clouds condensed in an angry way just to spite him, furious clear droplets dribbled by the gods himself just to ruin his day.
In the same way that Luhan despised precipitation, Oh Sehun loathed the sun. He preferred his world of shadows, hidden from the stinging light and intensity that came with the large celestial being.