bright after rain
bright after rain
summary: inspired by our own hopeless romantic leader’s poetic post on the fancafe
very slight medical au.
the mug of tea, hot with its lazy tendrils of steam drifting in the air, left an imprint on your windowsill, already peeling with age and splatters of paint that you could never quite scrub off. it was late afternoon yet your bedroom was dark, sunlight grayed by the storm clouds doing little to brighten up these four walls, nor your mood. a hand reached out to trace the trail of the raindrops beaded on the windows, the thick glass cold against your fingertips, while the other supported your heavy head, elbow rested on your drawn-up knees hidden underneath the fraying blanket that you’ve kept since you first moved out for college all those years ago.
it was too early to be in bed, but it was also too late for lunch and like the hours, your hunger had passed. you knew that nothing was guaranteed with seungcheol, but he was an unsaid promise and you had forgotten the meaning of uncertainty. when you had first started dating, you were surprised at how easy it was for him to be honest, for him to let you read his thoughts like pages as your fingers smoothed through raven hair, or for him to sing his love like a prayer before bed. no wonder the department named him as the next chief resident, his peers in their white coats clapping with decorum but everyone had expected it, there was no one else who would’ve even come close. you had hovered with a small bouquet of yellow flowers near the exit of the auditorium as he wrapped you in a hug, all gummy grins and rosy cheeks, slightly embarrassed yet beaming bright.
you felt like a child throwing a fit, wanting his afternoons when you had his mornings and his nights. your eyes outlined the tall apartment buildings outside your windows, the tops blunted and obscured by the mist. the sounds of tires racing through water and streams tapping on concrete, the melody of rainfall harmonizing with the city that you had come to love, soothed you enough to make you realize that this wasn’t a big deal, that you would see him soon anyway, that you should go back to studying instead of idling over one missed lunch. your gaze wandered to the bright hospital a couple of blocks away, and you instead hoped that seungcheol brought an umbrella, or wore an extra layer, or had eaten his lunch instead of skipping it like you, worry replacing your listlessness.
you heard the door unlock and your heart leaped into your throat, the low shout of “i’m home!” propelling you out of bed to take tentative, barefoot steps into the kitchen. it’s funny how, even after years of living together, and growing together, you still felt like a lovestruck teenager. the tiles felt cold against your feet as your eyes lit up when you saw him placing take out containers on the counter, his dress shirt wet and slightly transparent against his back, the strands of his black hair dripping onto the floor. you plodded towards him and wrapped tired arms around his waist, your cheek pressing into the curve of his spine, the cold and wetness seeping into the front of your pajamas but with the contrasting warmth of joy bubbling in your chest.
“sorry i’m late,” he said, stepping away just enough to turn around in your arms and to wrap his own around your frame. he pressed soft lips against your forehead, heart beating a pacifying lullaby in your ear. “nice pj’s,” he remarked, and you laughed as he gave you a playful tap against your hip. “i can’t stay for long, but i didn’t want my baby to starve.”
you peered up at him, the light in his brown eyes, the hollows of his cheeks, the slope of his lips, the laughter lines etched deep in the corners of eyes, a map that led you to the safest home that you’ve ever come to know.
“what’s wrong?” he asked, and you knew then that you couldn’t answer, you had no words to, ‘i love you’ not capturing the intensity or depth of emotion that occupied your entire being. maybe one day, you’ll be able to describe it. today, you just pulled him into the bathroom, towel-drying his hair before telling him to change.
before he left, he pulled you close, fingers tracing patterns across the backs of your hands, lips like rays of sun breaking through receding storm clouds to warm the drenched streets. nothing was guaranteed, but you knew that it was a technicality, that he always somehow honored the vows that he whispered against your skin.
you knew that seungcheol would always be the brightness after rain.