Rainy Night

Pairing: Junsu-OC

Genre:  fluff, slight angst

Rating: G

Length:  One-shot, 822 words

Breakups always have to be on rainy days. Nights should be cold and streets must be empty. Umbrellas broken so she won’t see the tears running down his cheeks for a man has got a face to keep. Goodbyes should be quick. Faster than her rolling tears. Faster than the speed of sound… the sound of sighs waiting to be let off.

Stranded in the pouring rain. The wind bending the proudest of trees, shaking them bare of their leaves but under the tin roof was an awkward stillness. Heaven seems to be weeping for me for I refuse to shed a tear. No. Not me. I'll just dry myself. Wait for the storm to pass. I'll be alright. He won’t be coming to pick me up with an umbrella. No. Not tonight. Breakups always have to be on rainy days. Why didn’t I heed that warning?

Emerging from the storm, beside the street lamp, a figure of a man slowly formed. He was coming towards the waiting shed I was taking shelter under. “Hello.” he said to me with smiling eyes and a face glistening. The rainwater looked like tiny diamonds at the ends of his fringe as he swept aside the bangs covering his face. His torn umbrella clumsily falls on the floor and he promptly dives to pick it up.

“It's broken… Aishh... What to do?” his voice was unique… small. Almost like that of a child, this gives him an air of innocence and a feeling of gentleness. Just the two of us under this small waiting shed but his presence made the air a lot less lonely than before. “Let's just wait for the rain to pass.” I smiled at him while holding out a hankie on my hand. I think he did flush a bit, but it was dim so it was really hard to tell. He dries his hair with the towel but left his wet face as it is.

Your mom always tells you not to talk to strangers but you know that its fun, all that excitement and the funny awkward first words. Nobody would know. Nobody else was there that rainy night.

“My name is Junsu. Kim Junsu.” I could see the glint in his eyes through the darkness of the night. "I'm Jiseon." my quick reply. Not that I am at a loss of words, I usually have a lot to say but the rain seem to have washed them away when we shook hands. I gathered all my thoughts and a conversation flowed naturally between us. We talked about music, soccer, food, games and all the nonsense that popped in our raincloud filled heads. He would laugh once in a while, wrinkling his nose and diminishing his eyes to two black lines. We talked about movies, those that we have seen, those that we wish to see, and those that we’ll never want to see again.

“Breakups always have to be on rainy days. When the sky is dark and they walk in the middle of the road you should know that the movie doesn’t have a happy ending. In movies that is the rule.” I told him secretly jesting at my own misfortune that rainy night. He just smiles at me, looks me in the eye. His eyes seem to sparkle more than before. Were those tears reflecting the dim light of the street lamp? Could he be just like me? Or maybe I was thinking too much. Too much indeed. The storm slowly calms.

After the rain subsides, what should I say? He has offered me his coat. Like his impressions it was warm. Should I offer him coffee? The downpour has stopped and the winds have calmed but another storm has come. With one deep breath it felt like the tempest has moved from the outside into my guts. I turn to him, mustering up all the courage I had in me. Would you like to have a cup of coffee with me? It was as simple as that. But the words won’t come out. It’s as if a gust of wind have blown away my voice with the fallen leaves.

"Breakups don’t always happen on rainy days. They happen on the brightest summer day, when the butterflies come dancing over the blooms. It comes like a beautiful cloud covering you from the heat of the sun. It makes you less tired for a moment but then again, yes. It brings the rain in your heart afterwards. I guess the rain is heaven's way of mourning for chances we never take. Raindrops are tears for what will never be and what never was. Goodbye Jiseon-shii." he smiled at me one last time. Leaving only his warm coat behind, I never saw him again.

The storm passed quickly. And as his back view vanished from my horizon the steadfast leaves shed tears for a friendship that never was.

Rainy Night by firemoth_007 or Mayi is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.