It Shouldn't Be Raining Today.

"I hate the rain... and you still went out to play in it," Hansol's voice finally broke the silence-low, quiet, and tight with something Seungkwan couldn't quite name.

Seungkwan blinked, caught off guard.

"If I told you I hated him too..." Hansol continued, "Would you still go near him?"

Seungkwan froze. The meaning behind Hansol's words hit harder than the cold, soaked uniform clinging to his skin. It wasn't teasing. It wasn't playful. It was real.

And for once, the ever-talkative Boo Seungkwan couldn't find a single word to say.