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#heโ€™s now part of hanbins plushie collection โ€‹๐Ÿงธ
lgchanie ยท 5 months
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๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’•๐’‚๐’๐’Œ โ€”
written for ๐›๐š๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฃ๐ข๐งย (ย @lgcsojiย )ย โ™ก
On a rainy day in Seoul, the city's energy subdued beneath a blanket of gray clouds, droplets cascade down like teardrops from a luxurious apartment's panoramic windows, tracing intricate patterns against the glass. His eyes keep jumping between raindrops, watching them slide down casting a wet haze over the spacious room and bed he was lying in. Amidst the pitter-patter of rain, the city's skyline blurred, so he rolled over to his side, "You know... There's a word for the smell of after rain?"
Inside the apartment, the atmosphere is one of cozy embrace, with the occasional flicker of a candle illuminating the room in a warm, amber glow. Hanbin softly grasped Sojin's hand to briefly lift theirs together in the air, comparing sizes. "Petrichor. It's old Greek, and I like to believe rain for them back then was the gods crying."
The sound of rain tapping against the windowpane created a soothing melody, and he could almost smell that earthy scent he was talking about. "I think that's one my favorite parts about rainy days, stepping outside once the sky clears, and you feel a freshness on your skin, your lips..." Searching Sojin's eyes, he tried to find the right word for how he felt about him. He crinkled his nose playfully and scooted over closer to Sojin like he was a big teddy bear. "We didn't do much unpacking today, did we, Big?"
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