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when petals fall | bangchan

bang chan x original female character

ch. warnings: mention of family death

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ch. 10 ~ when the rain stops

The dorm was quiet. Each kid was tucked away and asleep. Chan, as per usual, was the only one still awake. He had kept his promise to his fellow Aussie, coming home with the rest of them as soon as their schedule for the day had ended. He had taken a long, warm shower and spent a number of hours playing games with the kids before they all retired for the night. Now, he laid in bed with his closed laptop next to him and his phone next to his head.

He would have settled for an early sleep had it not been for the way his phone vibrated as soon as his eyes began to shut. The man turned to the screen, wondering who would be contacting him at that hour. Familiar smiling honey eyes stared back at him as her name flashed across the device, causing his face to lift in a tired grin.

“Petal,” Chan cooed happily as he answered the call. “To what do I owe the pleasure of an after-hours phone call from you?”

“…Chan?”

He froze. It took nothing more than his name on her tongue for Chan to know that something was wrong. It was the tone of her voice. The shake in her breath. The twist of her letters. His heart clenched in his chest as he lifted himself into a seated position on his bed, the sheet falling away from his bare chest.

“Sakura. What’s wrong?” He waited for her reply, growing more anxious with every second of silence that passed.

“Are you busy? I don’t want to bother you,” she finally said, no emotion to her words.

Chan was tumbling out of bed before she reached the end of her sentence, his free hand feeling around violently for the nearest sweater. With his phone tucked between his shoulder and ear, he rushed to throw on clothes.

“No, not busy at all. What do you need, petal?”

“Can I see you?” He heard it. Barely there, but loud as the rolling thunder. The crack in her voice when she asked for him. A hiccup followed shortly after.

“Where are you? The river?”

“Namhansanseong Fortress.”

Chan cursed under his breath. “Petal, what are you doing there?”

“Can I see you?” she pleaded a second time, not knowing that the male was already out the front door.

“Stay where you are. I’m on my way.”

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It wasn’t long before the cab pulled up at the familiar wall, the air cold and damp as if expecting rain. As if the sky would cry too. Chan hurried out of the car, not waiting to see it leave before taking off towards her location. His eyes searched for her, worried pants raking his chest. Chan felt his heart lurch beneath his ribs. He found her, a few feet off the ground walking along the top of the jagged fortress wall. She had both arms stretched out at her sides, and her lips pulled tight with utter focus. A breeze pushed the hair from her face, bringing his attention to the red rings around her eyes and the tint to her cheeks and nose. Her body tilted before fixing itself, arms tipping at each side of her frame.

“Sakura!”

The man ran towards her, watching as she spun towards the sound of his voice. All he could hear was the blood thumping violently in his ears as he rushed towards the her. Chan was only some meters away now. Her smile widened at the sight of him while one foot slipped forward on the stone. But before she could fall, Chan reached the wall, securing both arms around her waist before pulling her into his chest.

“Hi, Nemo,” Sakura giggled. Chan ignored the squeeze beneath his sternum at the sound of her laughter, focusing on the slur in her steps and the weight of her unsteady figure. Holding onto her upper arms, he let his gaze speed over her for any signs of a drunken fall, or any other pain.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” The girl shook her head frantically before another round of laughter bubbled up. Chan sighed.

"You're drunk, petal."

"And you, Christopher, are annoyingly sober," she shot back, a tilted smile gracing the span of her face. "Why is that?"

With a tired huff, he let go of her, walking towards the walk and sitting on its edge to catch his breath. He raked a hand through his hair, pushing the hood off his head in the process. "I don’t drink much, not the biggest fan of alcohol. Plus, people make the worst decisions when they're drunk."

"I’d beg to differ. I have never once made a bad drunk decision," she tells him proudly, a lopsided grin etched into her face.

Chan snorted. "There's no way that’s true."

She feigned a serious expression, hands firmly on her hips. "I'm telling the truth,” she shot back through pouting lips. A hand raised to her heart. "Scouts honour."

"You're telling me that you make no stupid choices when you’re drunk? That the only thing a lack of sobriety makes you do is dance clumsily?" His comment earned him a flash of her pink tongue, followed by a small shrug of her shoulders. "Were you drunk that night too? When we met?"

Sakura shook her head. "Nope."

She clumsily hopped up onto the wall besides him. "Do you want to know what I think?" Chan responded with a tilt of his head, eager to hear her answer. Her heart stopped at the sight. She forced herself to shake off the feeling. "I think that people truly make the worst decisions when they're happy. When they feel like nothing could possibly break them. No amount of water can sober up a mind drunk on pure joy. And that, Christopher, is what gets us. Not alcohol, but happiness."

“Why are you drunk, Sakura?”

“Because, Christopher,” she said. “I am living through something that is too painful to experience sober.”

Chan looked at her, waiting patiently for Sakura to explain.

“The last two years weren’t the best for me. I lost my uncle, and then my grandmother. A few months later I said goodbye to another uncle…and then otōsan got really sick. It was unexpected. I thought it would pass. That he would come back from the hospital when he said he would. But he never did. 19 days and h-he was gone too. I-I haven’t exactly been handling the grief that well. My brother was never home, and my sister shut down. And okaasan…I had to be strong for her. For both of them. I buried myself in my studies until the feelings were so deep down that it could be easily ignored. But sometimes…sometimes it comes back.”

“Sakura,” he said in a sorrowful voice. She hated the tone. It made her skin itch, and her eyes sting. She hated the way her throat closed up at the sympathy laced into his tone.

“Don’t,” she hissed. “Don’t say it like that.”

Chan brushed off the aggression and continued, “You’ve been through all that in just one year? How are you even managing?”

Sakura shrugged, a drunk giggle slipping from between her poison tinted lips.

“I don’t know, really. Physically, I feel fine. Great even. Mentally, I’m managing. And emotionally-well, I’ll cross that rickety old bridge when it begins to crumble beneath my feet, I guess.”

“Sakura,” he said again, his voice just above a whisper.

The sound of her name caused her to look at him, a smile still on her face, red from the alcohol running through her blood. A minute hiccup was heard, her head tilting to one side.

“You’re not okay, are you, petal?”

The accusation hit her like a wave of Arctic waters, her high spirits crashing down and disappearing with the foam. It was enough to sober her up, just enough that a crack formed in her façade. And Chan watched in silence as her entire being began to fracture right in front of him.

The first change was seen in her eyes. Bright beads of unpolished amber in the darkness, unable to meet his gaze. They fluttered around, trying to grasp onto anything in sight that could draw her attention away from the dreaded question. But her thoughts beat her to it, digging its talons into her mind and not letting go. And suddenly it was all she could think about. Her eyes misted over, and all she could do to stop the tears from forming was look up. At the stars. To where she knew he was. Then came her smile. The once vibrant bend straightened out, curving downwards as they began to quake. Her bottom lip was tugged between her teeth, leaving indents behind when released. Her throat bobbed as she choked down the noises she wanted to make, the cries she wanted to let out. Like every time before, she forced it down.

But Chan saw it all; knew that she was hurting so badly that she didn’t want to feel or think. That she didn’t want to breathe.

She reached down out of habit, her fingers curling around her own wrist tightly. “I don’t think I am, Chan.” And with a smile of cracks and whimpers, she let out a truthful answer. “It hurts. So much.”

“All this time, have you let anyone comfort you?” Ashamed, she shook her head, and Chan felt a large piece of his heart chip away.

Without warning, he took the remaining steps towards her and gathered Sakura up in his arms in one swift movement. His arms wrapped tightly around her body, as if he hoped to squeeze all the broken pieces of her soul back into one. One hand slid up into the hair at the back of her head, allowing her face to be hidden from sight. Protected from judgement. From the embarrassment she may feel from him seeing her cry. His cheek pressed against the side of her head, and all it took was one whisper for her walls to come crashing down around her.

“I’m here now, petal,” he whispered to the girl in his arms. “You can let go.”

The build-up was slow, but soon he could feel the tremors running through her body; could hear the sobs that tore from her lips.

“Why do they keep leaving me?” She sobbed into his chest, her words shredded by hiccups and pained cries. Each sound ripped through his heart. He tried to hold her tighter, to keep her closer. Chan wanted to give her every happy thought and precious memory and pray that it makes the hurt in her heart a little less. He wanted to beg before every celestial being until they took the pain from her life and rid the world of it entirely. He prayed on each tear that she shed. A prayer for better days and healed pasts. He wanted her to be okay.

But she wasn’t, and that was the reality he had to live. So, in that moment, he hugged her a little tighter and wished for her pain to morph into peace.

“You know,” she said in between tears, “there was this cat in our neighbourhood that my sister and I absolutely adored. He wasn’t a stray, he wore a collar, but he was always roaming around visiting the different houses. We started playing with him whenever he came by, and soon he started coming by daily. Otōsan hated it, didn’t want the cat around at all. But after a while, he started warming up to the small thing. He ended up loving the cat like it was our own.” The smile that had started to form on her face faltered. “According to my sister, the cat went missing recently.”

Chan wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tugging the girl as close to his body as possible. She nuzzled further into his side, hands clenching at her sides.

“Maybe I’m just cursed to lose everyone that I start to love.”

It took him less than a second to take her chin into his grasp and force her to look up at him. Her eyes were glossy, but they didn’t once waver while staring up at him. Honey covered in the clearest layer of ice. The arm that had been around her dropped, hand resting just above her hip instead. Sakura could feel the way the hand pressed to her side shook. However, when she looked at him, only calm was seen. No furrowed eyebrows. No clenched jaw. Just the same kind eyes and half smile that she had become so familiar with.

“You are not cursed,” he told her. They were simple words, but Sakura found believing them to be the real challenge. She had lost too many to think those words were true.

“Everyone I love has left me, Chan. What other explanation is there?”

“The stars are testing you. You just have to push through until the test is over.”

Sakura scoffed. “I’d rather be cursed.”

“Then I shall call you Rika.”

“What?”

He laughed gently, reveling in the look of confusing that had traded places with the sadness in her eyes. How I wish you knew, petal.

“At the end of the day, test or no test, cursed or not cursed, you still have your okaasan. Your siblings. Your friends.” Chan leaned in closer. His lips stopped a breath away from her own. “You still have me, petal.”

With that, he leaned up and pressed the gentlest kiss to her forehead. And like timid waves over stick strokes on the shore, Sakura felt the panic fade away. With his gentle hands still cradling her damp face, she felt the pad of his thumb glide over her cheek.

And when one corner of her lips finally twitched up in a hint of a smile, he couldn’t help but feel his heart swell in his chest.

“There’s my girl.”

“Do you remember when we met?” Sakura began. “You told me that I looked unbothered by the world, that my freedom enticed you so much that you couldn’t help but approach. This past year, being here in Seoul, was meant to be a time where I could find myself again. I was so lost after he died. I just gave up. The things I once loved became poison; I couldn’t go near a paintbrush for months. And that night was the first time in a year that I knew what I wanted to do with my near future.” She turned towards him, admiring the way his eyes stayed on her no matter how she shifted. She was all he saw. Only her. “That day, I submit an application to do a one-year postgraduate course at this university in Africa, and sending it in alone gave me such a rush. I laughed. There was nothing funny in sight but I just laughed. For once I was excited for my return home. For once I wasn’t worried about anything or anyone else. I was happy.”

“That’s why you were dancing?”

Sakura nodded, her head falling to lay on Chan’s shoulder.

“Would things have gone the way it did if you weren’t happy that night?” he asked, referring to himself and all of their interactions since that one night.

“I think I would have walked away. Or I may not have even been out there that night. But I was happy, and I was there, and so our paths crossed.”

“I’m glad it did,” he whispered honestly.

Her mouth opened to respond, but she stopped when Sakura felt a wet drop on her cheek. She had long stopped crying, her breathing slowly regaining its normal rhythm. The drop was too cold to be her own. Then she felt another, and it dawned on her. The clouds had thickened, the temperature dropping as the sky prepared to let go. And as she started to tell Chan her predictions, it started. Light, but quickly falling heavier on their heads.

“My car is this way,” she yelled over the rain, dragging him up and towards the parking lot nearby. They continued running, even as his hand slipped out of her own.

Slowly, his steps lost momentum until he was standing still in the downpour, staring after her. He watched as Sakura turned to look for him, surprise covering her face when she noticed the distance between them now. Her mouth moved, but her words fell mute to the sound of the heavy droplets falling around them. Chan didn’t know why, but he couldn’t look away. They were both near drenched and cold. Sakura’s hair was flattened against her head, curls of dark hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead. Her clothing clung to her frame. She looked a mess. And yet, he couldn’t look away. In that moment, Chan felt himself wishing. He watched as the rain fell and kissed her in a way that he yearned to. Hard. Continuously. Without an end in sight. He found himself longing for her the way a desert traveler craved for the water of an oasis; so close to the eyes, but so far from touch.

“Chan, let’s go!” He heard her voice through the rain, pulling him back to reality.

They reached the car, Sakura handing Chan her keys before getting into the passenger side. While the cold rain had aided in sobering her mind, she didn’t trust herself to drive. Luckily, the male didn’t seem to mind, pulling out of the lot as soon as the car was warm enough to keep their chills at bay for the period of the drive.

It was a quiet drive, and once they reached her building, Chan followed her up. He refused to leave without seeing that she was safely in her apartment. Praying that she hadn’t left the rooms in a state, Sakura punched in her code and entered.

He had already started to take a step away when Chan felt her grab onto his forearm, stopping him from leaving.

“You’ll get sick. Stay for a while. Just until you’re dry, or at least until your driver gets here,” she tried to convince him, nervous that the cold would cause him to fall sick during such a busy time.

Chan looked down at her, observing her. The way her eyes stayed on the area where she held onto him, fingers curling slightly in the wet material of his sleeve. And when her gaze lifted to meet his, he knew that there was no way he would ever be able to say no to her. Fuck, those eyes. He was nodding before the action even registered in his brain, caving at the first sight of her victorious smile.

“We don’t have a working drier right now, but I’ll grab you a towel in the meantime.”

So, he let her drag him back into the depths of her apartment until he found himself in the living room area. A long white couch covered the length of the wall to his left, an array of abstract paintings hanging above it. Chan could just make out the golden ‘S’ in the bottom corner of the largest piece, recognising it from the canvases scattered around Sakura’s art class. A horizontal cabinet of equal colour to the couch sat along the opposite wall. Photo frames and the rare succulent littered its top, a television seated at the very centre.

In his blind admiration of the room, Chan hadn’t noticed that Sakura had disappeared for a moment, only to reappear with a fluffy blue towel big enough to wrap around his shoulders. The girl lazily tossed it over his head before retreating to her room to change. Chan huffed, pulling the towel off his head with a boyish pout. He attempted to dry his pants first. When it was as dry as he could get it to be with the towel alone, Chan moved on to his sweatshirt.

A door opened, and Chan looked up to see Sakura exiting a room wearing lilac hoodie and matching sweatpants; a green clip keeping her damp hair in place at the back of her head. In her hands sat a bundle of black.

“Here, it’s clean.”

Upon closer inspection, Chan recognized it as his own hoodie. The one he had given her when they were on the company rooftop.

“Is this-“

But she had already turned away, promising not to look as she headed towards the small kitchen on the other side of the open space. There, she busied herself with the few dishes that had been left to dry besides the sink after that morning’s breakfast. Sakura kept her eyes on the glass bowl in her hands, focusing on returning every item of cutlery and crockery to its respective homes. Focusing on wiping down the granite countertops until they were spotless. Definitely not focusing on the fact that the boy that made her heart burn was potentially shirtless right behind her. She dropped the rag in her hands, reaching up in an attempt to cool her slowly heating face.

An awkward cough was heard behind her, some vague signal that it was all clear. Sakura let out a breath. Safe at last.

When the last of the misplaced items had been stashed away, Sakura turned her attention back to the lounge, only to spot her guest sitting on the ground on the farthest side of the room. Chan had the towel laid out beneath him, back against the extended bit of wall as he stared out at the mourning sky.

“You’re on the floor,” she stated, grabbing her own towel off a nearby chair.

Chan looked up at her innocently, eyes wide and honest. “I was afraid the water would ruin your couch.”

“Your hair is still dripping, Nemo,” Sakura teased, watching as panic flashed through his eyes. He rushed to push the damp hair out of his face, stray droplets flying as he pulled his hood up and over his head with a quick apology.

“Don’t do that, you’ll-Forget it, come here.” The boy’s movements paused, eyes lifting to meet hers. She back tracked to the kitchen table, knowing he would refuse any instruction to sit on the couch. So again, she looked at him, calling him over until she saw him stand hesitantly.

“Sit,” she instructed, eyes flickering down to the open seat.

And he listened. Chan let himself sink down into the seat, hands tucked away in the pocket of his hoodie as he stared up at her waiting. Tense. It was only when Sakura placed her own towel over his head that he seemed to acknowledge what she was doing and relaxed. With careful hands, she patted the water out of his hair in slow motions, trying her best not to accidentally tug too hard.

“I feel like a little kid,” she heard him mumble from beneath the towel, a laugh following his words.

“You look like a little kid,” Sakura responded, yelping when she felt a pinch at her waist.

So, in a true mature response, she pulled on his hair. Hard. Only he didn’t react in the way she had expected. No pinch or shout or taunt. No. Chan’s head fell back, the towel flapping open and exposing his face to her gaze. Her stared up at her, eyes wide and lips parted, shock written all over his face. Shock – and something else? Sakura felt her body heat up at the thought. Her hand was still locked in his hair, tangled in the web of dark curls that stuck to her digits. She was lost. And when she felt his hands creep up to rest on the curves of her hips, she knew there was no hope in finding a way back from where they were.

Sakura blinked, breaking all eye contact and tension to say, “Your hair is all curly.”

He chuckled; hands still firmly pressed against her sides, thumbing her waist through the material of the soft hoodie that she wore. “It gets like that when its wet.”

Chan pulled her closer so that she stood between his knees. She didn’t stop him. Instead, Sakura curled a lock of his hair around her index finger. “I like it.”

I like you.

“Yeah?” Sakura nodded, watching the locks bounce back into place as she soaked up more water. Once it was no longer dripping, Sakura gave him the okay, but the man went right back to his spot on the floor. She rolled her eyes, but followed him, lowering herself until she was seated on the floor opposite him. His focus stayed on the rain outside. Sakura rests her chin on her raised knees, wrapping both arms around her legs. She stares at him, eyes shining with curiosity in the dim light.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours, Nemo?”

Chan sat silently; eyes cast to the outside world as he wondered. He found himself thinking back to the night she had come to his aid, cradling his face in her small hands as he trembled. She had been there for him. Give me the weight of your sky, she had said. Please, she had pleaded. He snuck a glance at the girl sitting opposite him, waiting patiently for his response. One look into her eyes, and suddenly, he was passing a cloud-covered sky into her outstretched palms.

“You were right,” he admitted, immediately feeling the weight lift from his chest. He inhaled with ease, eyes finding the cars passing below them. “I need to learn to allow the kids to help me. I know what they do in secret, how they disguise their help by asking me for help, because they know well that I would never turn them down.”

“Hyung, I know you’re busy, but that I’m at the company gym and I really need your help. None of the instructors are here to spot me and lord knows Seungmin’s arms would snap if he even tried to help with this amount of weight on the bar. Think you could come down and help me out, just for an hour?”

“Hyung, would you help me make dinner tonight? Felix really wants brisket and I need an extra set of hands that I know won’t get in the way of my mastery.”

“Chan-hyung, would you mind sitting still for a little longer? I want to practice drawing people, and the others keep moving around when I try. Please, hyung? I won’t take too long. Just this once? Thank you!”

“But it’s not just the kids, everyone else looks to me for strength too. I do those weekly lives for them, so that our Stays, or anyone really, have one hour of peace to look forward to at the end of every chaotic week. They have something safe to be excited about, a reason to make it to Sunday,” he told her. Chan leaned his temple against the glass, closing his eyes.

As he spoke, Sakura listened intently with an open mind, and content heart. After helping so many, he was allowing someone to help him.

“There’s this constant pressure of being who they think I am. This perfect, smiling leader who they can rely on to always be there. And that’s what I want to be, don’t get me wrong. But,” he pauses. “But I’m human too. I fall and I break and I have days when getting out of bed seems impossible, and sometimes even I need the Chan that they depend on so wholly.”

He let out a tired sigh. “It’s hard being human, when the person they believe me to be…isn’t.”

“Me saying this is in no way meant to invalidate what you’re feeling,” Sakura started, wanting to get her thoughts across clearly. “But I can assure you that they know you’re human. They may know it more than you yourself do, Chan. Why do you think they – we – pester you about getting enough sleep? Why at least once every live, someone asks if you’ve eaten, or how you are? Your life is a double-edged sword. I know it’s not ideal to have your life’s events be as public as yours are, but because of this your fans have seen you go through all of your phases. Good and bad. Every victory and failure, every loss and gain, every smile and tear. They know that you laugh and cry and tire out like every other person. They know this, and yet they are still there every week. You may do those lives for them, Chan, but they join those lives for you.” Chan let her words sink in, his heart overflowing with love for his fans. They were the reason he was where he was, doing what he loved with the people he loved. His family, the one he got to choose. His home away from home. But with the joy came another cloud of doubt, and then he was frowning once more.

“What makes me so special? I’m just another kid with some stories to tell. There are hundreds – thousands – of others who could do what I do. What makes me so deserving of their love and time and blind dedication?”

“Because you have earned their loyalty. You put in the time to be there for them, to remind them how precious and loved they are when the world around them made them feel like nothing. The world sees their differences as defects and flaws, but you see them as stars and gold. Love isn’t something you need to work for or earn, it just happens, but loyalty? If you have that, they’ll be there. Throughout every little hiccup in life.”

Chan stared back at her. “How do you always know exactly what to say?”

“Giving advice is easy, like loving. Its receiving and taking advice that is difficult. And like being loved, it gets harder the more you’ve been hurt.” Sakura pulled at the sleeves of her sweatshirt, so much so that the cuffs hung loosely over her fingertips.

“Can I ask you something?” Sakura looked over at him, taking in the sight of his flushed face and dark eyes.

“Anything,” she responded honestly.

“Why Korea?” Chan asked her. “When you decided to leave home, what made you choose Korea? I’m sure you could have gone anywhere.”

She thought for a moment. “Seoul is familiar. It’s not home, but its close enough to home that returning would be easy. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to travel. There’s just so much that I want to see, and so many places I want to explore, that I don’t think I would have wanted to go back home after seeing it all.”

Interested, Chan leaned forward, resting his arms on his knees. “What things would you want to see? If you had no restrictions and no boundaries – no limit – what would you want to see?”

“I want to see the Northern Light,” she said with a pensive gaze focused on something outside. The left corner of her mouth pulled up as her head tilted to lean against the cool glass. “The Acropolis of Athens. Mont-Saint-Michel. The Great Barrier Reef. Lake Como. I want to see Cappadocia from a hot air balloon so colourful it hurts my eyes, and hike in forests straight out of a fantasy film. Oh, and I have to see a real sunfish, and…”

In the rush of her dreams, Sakura failed to notice the besotted look on the man’s face as he stared at her. He took in every word, absorbing every syllable, drinking in every sound that fell from her mouth like a man dying of thirst. And he remembered his own dreams. How the 13-year-old trainee would dream of his debut. Of winning his first award, for an album he put his entire soul into. Of performing on a stage so big that it made their group of eight look tiny. Of a dark sea lit up by lights like the night sky at back home. His dreams accumulated over those seven years, growing bolder even after his debut. And one day, he realized that he had almost reached the end of his once infinite list of dreams. But Sakura had yet to accomplish all of her dreams. And Chan couldn’t help but feel excited for her to fulfil them, whenever it may be.

“I hope all of your dreams come true, petal.”

She smiled back at him and said, “Thank you, Chan. But in the end, I’m okay even if they don’t. Sometimes it’s nice to just have the dream, something to give you hope. In the reality of things, some dreams just don’t come true.” The contentment in her eyes began to waver. Chan frowned at the sudden dip in her mood.

“Your sky seems a little heavy,” He stated, thinking back to that night in his room. With his head tilted to one side, and without looking away, he opened his arms widely. “Will you let me hold you?”

The girl arched an eyebrow. “Was that one of your pick-up lines?”

Chan shrugged. “I modified it to fit the conversation.”

“I think you mean ‘will you let me hold it’.”

“I know what I said, Sakura.”

Sakura wanted to say no. She wanted to stay where she was, where she could see every flicker of emotion in his brown eyes. At a safe enough distance to help him, but not too close that she could be pulled deeper into his warmth. It was too risky, too dangerous. But maybe…maybe that’s what she wanted. Just for one night. For them to just be a girl and a boy, comforted by each other’s embrace.

So, on shaky limbs, she crawled over to him. When she was close enough to his long stretched out legs, she turned around. Two arms found their way around her waist almost instantly, wasting no time in tugging her back until she was seated between his legs with her back resting flush against his chest. Sakura couldn’t help the content smile that formed on her face. He smelled like rain. Sakura loved the rain. She could feel the heat from his body seeping into her skin right through her clothing, into her bloodstream and straight to her frenzied heart. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink into his warmth.

And he received her with an open heart. One hand lifted to carefully shift her head into the nook beneath his chin, and he immediately felt her body curl into his own. His arms tightened around her protectively.

“Just until the rain stops,” Sakura whispered, a yawn chasing her words.

“Of course, petal. Just until the rain stops.”

And for the first time, Chan prayed that the storm would never end.

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