❝i like the sad eyes, bad guys, mouth full of white lies❞
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''it's raining again'', jinyoung groans into what he had thought was the empty space of his room.
''it's always raining, jinyoung-ah'', he hears a familiar voice he recognizes to be mark's. he also hears a slight amusement in the tone in which mark speaks, and he feels himself involuntarily rolling his eyes (it's become a natural reflex) before turning around to face mark.
''good morning, hyung''.
jinyoung puts on the best smile he can to seem the least bit interested in what mark wants to say, even though they both know, he really couldn't give a flying fuck.
''good morning'', mark answers back, he's smiling back at jinyoung, but the amusement is no longer there. jinyoung takes notice of this.
mark's tone is soft and quiet, but loud and harsh enough to hit jinyoung like a hammer.
''we- you- jinyoung-ah, this needs to stop'', he hears mark mutter, and he doesn't need to ask what. he already knows what mark means.
mark sighs when jinyoung dismisses his words with a huff, turning back to the window, chewing nervously on his lower lip, a habit he had seemed to pick up from him. it was one of the rare things he had left jinyoung.
''jinyoung i'm serious'', mark speaks again, his voice is still soft and comforting, but jinyoung really, really doesn't care.
''i never said you weren't, hyung''.
''then please, please for the love of god stop this, we're worried about you'', whining in a defeated, pleading tone, mark feels his eyes slowly water.
''i'm fine. and don't you start crying on me, i don't need any more rain than there already is'', jinyoung scoffs.
he feels lost when mark wraps his arms around him, but he doesn't say anything. the silence is nice, jinyoung just wishes there wasn't that annoying sound outside.
drip, drop, drip, drop, is the only thing jinyoung hears as he's enveloped in mark's warmth. he wishes it wasn't. even the boys' annoying pleas are less frustrating than that horrid sound.
''we're going out for lunch. are you coming with?'', mark whispers after a few seconds, and jinyoung moves from him a bit, looking at him, confused.
''in this rain?'', he looks at mark like his answer is obvious, and he shouldn't even ask.
well, he probably shouldn't have, knowing jinyoung would say no, but okay.
''yeah. there isn't really an unrainy day here, jinyoung-ah. and umbrellas do exist...'', mark trailed off, knowing jinyoung, again, really didn't care for his explanation.
''yeah, yeah. have fun, i'm not going'', jinyoung sighed, rubbing his left eye slightly. he still felt pretty sleepy, and the goddamn rain outside really wasn't helping.
mark gives up, walking out with an exhausted sigh to see four boys staring at him, pity in their eyes.
''i would've stopped trying a long time ago'', jackson speaks, earning a glare from mark, but no reply. ''jackson-hyung has a point'', a small voice speaks, mark identifying it immediatly as youngjae's, but still, he doesn't answer anything. he just doesn't feel the need to.
''ah, he isn't listening, let him be'', jackson scoffs, shaking his head, ''let's go''. he pulls youngjae and mark with him, bambam and yugyeom following the three, smiling softly. they'll get through it.
back in his room, jinyoung layed on the bed, staring through the window on his right, a very cliche move if you ask him, but he didn't care. he watched his friends laugh as they exited the building, and he couldn't help but still feel rather fond.
he may not show it, but he's thankful for them. so, so thankful, he doesn't know how he'd live to this day without them.
what he isn't thankful for, is most definetly the rain outside. he can't stress this enough.
park jinyoung hates the rain.
except, in this world, rain never stops.
it's sunny outside, yet it rains. cloudy, it rains. through the small snowflakes, rain drops pass and make that awful sound. drip, drop.
they all know why jinyoung hates the rain. no one dares to mention it to him.
''i'm like the rain. i fall over and over, for you, jinyoung-ah''.
the words flash in his mind and he suddenly wants to die. ''leave my mind'', he groans into the air, rolling away from the window. he doesn't feel like staring at the object of his hate much longer.
park jinyoung isn't sad, per say. he isn't unhappy, either. park jinyoung just has a lot of regrets, some bigger than others.
he groans once more, the almost empty room echoing just slightly. jinyoung didn't want to bring anything his to the room, anything except what had already been there when he packed up and left for good. it would ruin the emptiness jinyoung felt inside him.
jinyoung hates the rain for a lot of reasons, because it never stops. but mainly, park jinyoung hates the rain because it really, really brings back memories. memories of him.
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oh my that was,,, oghey
i hope yall like itttt
ilysm it's short but
that's bc there's no
plot currently i'm
just bringing yall
into the world of serein.
where the rain never stops falling.
