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Since it was almost wintertime, the sky had taken on darker shades of blue, with grey clouds hanging heavily overhead, adding a more depressing air to the already somber day. Muddy puddles dotted the streets, and the grass seemed more like a patchwork of soggy earth than the green it once was.
Jeongin stood in front of his mirror, his eyes scanning his reflection for what felt like the hundredth time. He was trying to calm his nerves, practicing the words he had rehearsed over and over in his head.
What do I even say? he thought, running a hand through his messy hair. Should I apologize first? Or… His thoughts were jumbled, a swirl of doubt and anxiety that made it impossible to focus.
It had been two weeks since the last time they spoke-two weeks of silence that weighed heavily on his chest. After everything that had happened, they’d agreed to meet today, on Saturday, at the park, to finally talk. No more avoiding it. No more pretending. He had to face what was happening between them.
“I’m sorry if you thought of anything more, but I-ugh! No!” Jeongin groaned, pressing his palms to his eyes. Why is this so hard?
He couldn’t find the right words. He had always dreamed of being with Chan, of taking that next step, but now that the chance had arrived, everything seemed far too complicated. His heart raced at the thought of seeing him again-was it a good idea? Was he ready for the reality of whatever might come next? What if it only hurt more in the end?
But the truth was, he couldn’t stop thinking about Chan. No matter how much he tried to push those feelings away, they came rushing back every time he closed his eyes. He missed him. He missed everything about him-the way he smiled, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, the way his presence made everything feel like it could be okay.
With a shaky breath, Jeongin grabbed his jacket, the cold air outside already creeping in through the window. It was time. He couldn’t put it off anymore.
As Jeongin walked toward the park, the wind picked up, carrying a chill that seemed to bite right through his jacket. His shoes sloshed in the mud, the wet ground sinking beneath his steps. He could feel the dampness in the air, a promise of rain that had been lingering for hours.
By the time he reached the park, the first drops began to fall-light at first, then heavier with each passing second. Jeongin pulled his collar up and quickened his pace, his eyes searching the misty landscape for Chan.
And then he saw him- Chan was looking down at his phone, oblivious to the rain already soaking his hair and clothes.
The rain had started off as a light drizzle, but it was quickly picking up, the sky darkening above him. He stepped carefully over muddy puddles, his heart racing as he drew closer. It had been two weeks since they last spoke-two weeks of silence that had only made everything feel more complicated.
“Hyung,” Jeongin called, his voice barely rising above the sound of the rain.
Chan looked up slowly, his eyes catching Jeongin’s for just a second before glancing away. “You made it,” Chan said, but there was something distant in his tone, as though they were already standing miles apart despite being right in front of each other.
Jeongin shuffled his feet, unsure. The air between them was thick with unspoken words, the kind of tension only silence could create. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He wasn’t sure what to say-what could he say?
The rain began to fall harder, and Chan awkwardly pulled an umbrella from his bag. He held it up, but it was too small for the both of them, the thin fabric barely enough to shield them from the downpour.
“Should’ve brought a second one,” Jeongin muttered, an awkward chuckle escaping him.
“Yeah, didn’t think ahead.” Chan’s attempt at a lighthearted reply fell flat, his lips pulling into a tight smile. Neither of them seemed to know what to do with the space between them.
The rain kept pouring, the umbrella too small, their shoulders too close. Chan shifted uncomfortably, his grip on the umbrella tightening, his eyes scanning the wet ground instead of looking at Jeongin.
It was uncomfortable. The silence between them was loud, filled with the weight of everything unsaid. Jeongin couldn’t help but feel the tension, the gnawing unease in his stomach.
“Jeongin, I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have pushed your boundaries, and… I broke a promise. I broke a promise that I shouldn’t have, and now I’m on the verge of losing someone I love so, so much and care for so-“
He was cut off as he felt a weight hit his chest. But he quickly wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller body pressed against his, inhaling the scent of his hair-a scent he had missed so much.
“I’m the one who should be apologizing.” Jeongin cut in, his words tumbling out faster than he intended. “I… I overreacted. I know. There were so many ways we could’ve handled it, but I didn’t know what to do. I was just-“
And then, in a surprising move, Chan closing the gap between them, reached out, pulling Jeongin in by the collar and quickly pressing a soft kiss to his lips.
Jeongin froze for a moment, surprised, before he leaned in again, the kiss deepening, warm and soft against the cold rain. The world outside seemed to fade into the background. For that fleeting moment, nothing else mattered but them.
When they pulled back, their breaths were shaky, and both of them wore matching blushes, but there was a smile on Chan’s face now-genuine, soft, like a weight had been lifted.
“That’s payback for interrupting me earlier,” Chan teased, a playful glint in his eye, trying to lighten the mood, but there was something more in his voice this time-something real.
“Fine, fine. Be romantic, kiss in the rain, whatever…” Jeongin looked at Chan with a soft smile. “But… seriously. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,” Chan said softly, his hand reaching out to gently cup Jeongin’s cheek, his thumb brushing over the soft skin.
Jeongin leaned into the touch, feeling the tension between them begin to melt away. And for the first time in two weeks, the silence between them was comfortable. It wasn’t filled with regret anymore, but with something else-something soft and warm.
As the rain poured down around them, the tiny umbrella no longer seemed like enough to shield them from the storm- or the emotions they’d been holding back for so long. The air between them was thick, the tension palpable, and neither of them wanted to let it linger any longer.
Chan looked at Jeongin, his hand still resting on his collar, but something in his eyes shifted. Without a word, he dropped the umbrella, the small fabric offering no protection as the rain soaked them both.
For a moment, they both stood there, looking at each other in the pouring rain, feeling the cold and the wetness surrounding them. But all Jeongin could see was Chan-his gaze so intense, the weight of everything unspoken now resting between them.Chan’s fingers traced the side of Jeongin’s face before sliding around to the back of his neck, pulling him in close. This time, when their lips met, it wasn’t soft or hesitant. It was hungry, urgent, a release of all the pent-up feelings from the past weeks.
Jeongin’s breath caught in his throat as Chan’s hands moved to his waist, tugging him closer, their bodies pressed together beneath the heavy rain. The coolness of the water seemed to disappear as the heat between them took over. They kissed as if they had been waiting for this moment forever, pouring everything they had into it- everything they had been too scared to say.
When they finally pulled back, both of them were breathing heavily, their faces flushed, their hair sticking to their foreheads. The umbrella had been forgotten completely, the rain now soaking them both through.
Jeongin smiled, a soft, breathless laugh escaping him. “Well, that’s one way to fix things.”
Chan grinned, still holding him close, his thumb gently brushing over Jeongin’s cheek. “I figured if we waited any longer, we’d both drown in this damn storm.”
Jeongin chuckled softly. “Good thing we have each other then.”
“Yeah,” Chan murmured, his voice low and steady. “Good thing.”They stood there, in the rain, wrapped up in each other, letting the world around them fade away. It wasn’t perfect-it was messy, chaotic, and filled with mistakes-but it felt right.
And for the first time in weeks, Jeongin felt like he was home.
Chan reached out, running his knuckles gently along Jeongin’s soft jaw.
“I really hope I get blessed each and every morning… to see this face next to me.”
“My face?” Jeongin chuckled,raising an eyebrow.
Chan sighed, “Yes, your face, Jeongin. Who else’s? I’m trying to be all romantic, and you have to ruin it!”
Jeongin blushed and chuckled but rolled his eyes before looping his arms around Chan’s neck.
“…Am I romantic if I ask you to be my boyfriend?”
The question caught Jeongin off guard, his cheeks flushing,a deeper shade.
“…I’d say you were,” he answered.
“But would you say yes?” Chan asked, looking at him intently.
“Yeah… I would say yes,” the younger replied confidently, the flush on his cheeks still there, but with a soft, genuine smile on his face.
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“Hyung…”
“Hm…?”
“Am I old enough now?”
“Yeah… You’re old enough now, Innie.”
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And with that this was the last chapter of
“Old enough”
Writting this was definetly difficult since it is my first published book,but none the less it was fun.I really hope that everyone reading this liked this book atleast a bit,and for the ones that were there since the begging,thank you so so so much♡
If you want more stories like this,stay tuned,because i do plan on writting more fanficts.
Love you,and i hope you bave a good day/night ♡♡♡♡
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