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EXO- XIUMIN FANFICTION (ONE-SHOT)

Singing in the Rain

It was a cloudy day. The sky gave him plenty of hints of a torrential downpour. He looked up; everything was so dark. He felt that it somehow complemented his own existence by every inch. He was rejected again, rejected by the very thing he loved. Singing was his love and the thing he could do best. Yet every time he would take a step in turning his passion into his profession, he failed. It was the third time. He just couldn’t take it anymore. His eyes reflected the dark sky in a way that it was almost impossible to tell apart where those clouds formed outside or within himself.

He suddenly noticed some school boys bullying a puppy few steps away from where he seated himself. “Leave the poor thing alone you naughty kids,” he heard those words coming from a distance. He found the girl advancing towards them while the two school boys ran away. She looked furious at the beginning but then kneeled down before the puppy gently brushing and cuddling it. He stared blankly at her, her plaid shirt, her white jeans, her fair falling inevitably on her face, her dark brown eyes which showed no regrets, her smile overruling the dark clouds in his eyes; he just couldn’t help but stare, stare blankly at her.

He was so lost that he didn’t realise the rain drops hit the earth. The puppy quickly ran away and the girl was on her way as well when she noticed this person still sitting on the grass showing no sign of moving. He saw her running towards him but found it difficult to look away.

“Mister, aren’t you leaving? You’ll get drenched? Are you listening?” she said to him.

“Ah, yes,” he nodded as if almost waking up from a dream.

They rushed to the nearest shelter. While she dabbed her hands with a handkerchief, she asked,”  Why were you sitting there like you had no intention of moving?”

“I thought the rain could cover me better,” he replied almost unknowingly, his eyes following the rain drops.

She didn’t reply. He continued after a pause,” Singing, the thing I like to do best, the thing I can do best, I don’t know why I keep failing then,” his voice began to break. She knew he was crying; she thought it better not to look at him. “ Once, twice and thrice, I failed... I’m so tired now, just too tired,” he sobbed quietly letting his tears run down his weary cheeks. She was quiet all this while but now she felt she should say something. “ Once, twice... when you didn’t give up then why now?” She turned to him. “It doesn’t matter how many times you fail, as long as you can stand up back on your feet and start all over again, some day  you are going to live that dream of yours, no matter what.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him along with herself in the rain. “ You were right. The rain can cover you better. Then what are you you waiting for? Let it all out. Come on, brush it off your shoulders. All right, I won’t look....Now? go for it, trust me it helps.”

Seconds later she heard him sobbing and sniffing and then crying, crying out loud. She kept quiet. He cried his heart out, as loud as he could. He probably felt better. When he had finally calmed down, he heared her voice reaching out for his. She was....singing, singing in the rain. The sound, the melody, the feel, he was taken aback by all of it. He almost forgot himself; he was so deeply and comfortably lost in her. He no more had command over himself; he seemed to be all possessed by her voice. He couldn’t help but accompany her. She smiled and a few moments later, she stopped. “ There’s something wrong,” she looked thoughtful. He stopped as well, his eyes nervously waiting on hers for an answer. “Something’s off,” she continued,” Your words, tune, scale, all seem to be right on track, then why?” she thought harder.

She suddenly changed her tone,” Well have you ever tried singing?” Thinking she was joking, he lifted his eyebrows. She didn’t wait for his reply,” Ahh you see, I’m talking about that singing where you don’t care if you are getting the notes right, that singing where your words pave the way for what’s in your heart, that singing where you don’t care whether anyone’s listening, that singing where you close your eyes and travel to the world you created, that singing where your only motive is to able to stand up to own expectations, to quench your own thirst? Did you? Did you ever try singing?

He knew that she wasn’t waiting for a reply but for an answer. He closed his eyes and began. It came out rather wierd. He stopped. He felt the presence of another hand on top of his. Taking a deep breath, he started, all over again. When he had finished , she clapped with delight,” See, I told you, I knew you could do it.” He didn’t open his eyes, he wanted to enjoy that moment in the world he created. “ You’ve worked hard. I’m glad you found your way. It’s time for you to shine now. You waited for it, didn’t you. Now go and live it. Congrats, ...all the best.” He heard those words as he realised the voice gradually fading away, until it was heard no more.

He quickly opened his eyes. Breathless, he looked around himself. The grass fields were gone; she was too. He found himself sitting in a couch, a book in one hand. He looked at it closely. “ No way,” his eyes widened as he noticed the title that read ‘Singing in the Rain...’ The girl on the cover ,her face wasn’t clear. He took a deep breath. “Mr. Kim Minseok. I guess you are awake now. You’re up next. Are you ready?” he heard a staff calling him from behind. He went up on the stage and unknowingly, unintentionally, he closed his eyes. When he had finished, he opened them only to find out thousands of people shouting his name- clapping and cheering for him.

Late that night, on his way home, he heard someone calling him from behind,” Mister, can I have your autograph? Please.” He turned to see. That plaid shirt, that same white jeans, those dark brown eyes, that smile and that... that same person. “ No way.”