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saturday rain

PAIRING: xu minghao x reader GENRE: strangers on the park, hurt-comfort WC: 577 WARNING: reader is stressed out

Minghao thinks there's something magical about Saturday's rain. After a long week of work, Saturday feels like the reward, but at the same time the calm before the storm. So when the weather forecast on his phone gives a 100% probability of rain (meaning it already rains when he checked the app, he just wants to make sure that the rain is equal in every part of town), he goes out with his umbrella.

His feet involuntarily make their way to the park. He expected it to be empty, even though he hoped to see little kids running around just enjoying the rain.

He did not, however, expect to see someone sitting on the bench, wearing a yellow raincoat. Getting rained on, alone, yet your face shows no emotion.

You don't seem to notice him and he wishes he could do the same. A thousand thoughts run around his head, a classic mental battle of whether should he approach you or not. he doesn't even know you but he's growing worrisome as minutes pass by and you stay unmoved.

"Care for a company?" he asks, finally approaching you. You try to wipe the water in your face to no extent.

"I don't mean to be rude," you start with a shaky voice. "But I'm completely fine," you look up to him, offering a thin smile. "I guess," you add.

Minghao just nods before walking away from you to the center of the park. At least he asked, right?

Minutes later, he found himself sitting far away from you, watching your back for signs of shaking, or anything. Anything that tells him you still feel something. He knows he will be crossing so many boundaries that he would never want if he's on the receiving end, but he can't. He can't just stand by and watch while you wait for the rain to hit a certain button that will break the dam.

So Minghao sat next to you. He doesn't talk or anything, just holding the umbrella for the both of you. He doesn't mind getting a little soaked in the left part of his body. He doesn't mind it too when you start sobbing uncontrollably. Your cries pierce through his heart, drowning the sound of the rain itself.

When you finally stop crying, the dark clouds have lifted. Only drizzle remains as the skies get clearer.

Hao stood up, offering a handkerchief that somehow ended up in the pocket of his coat, which you gladly take.

"Keep it," Minghao said. He had wanted to tell you to call him if you needed a friend to talk to or a shoulder to cry on so that at least you're not alone. But he couldn't. He shouldn't.

You thanked him quietly, trying to steady your voice. He nodded quickly before leaving you alone once again. Minghao made a mental note to come to visit the park more frequently in the future, waiting for you in your yellow raincoat.

And you, well, you watched as he walked away. A streak of color appeared on the horizon where he was headed. On top of that, you wished that the rules of "there's always rainbows after the rain" would still apply to your life.

When Minghao looked up ahead, a thin smile formed on his face. After all, there's still magic on Saturday's rain, and he prayed that the magic would still be on his side (and yours) until you meet again.

a/n. i love to stay in when it rains on a saturday... also i can cancel on plans because it rains??? why do you want me to be out on a rainy saturday???