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”Ya! Jaejin I’ll leave you behind if you collapse.” That was a lie but that didn’t stop her from threatening him with a lie just in order to fuel him into keeping up with her. ”This isn’t one of those cheesy melodramatic dramas where a girl would get monstrous strength and carry a guy. And if I were to keep you with me I’d drag your limp body.” A laugh erupted from her mouth at the scene that flashed through her mind, turning her head around to look at him for a split second before looking back and in front of them again where she had finally caught a glimpse of what could be their shelter; a bus stop. 

By the time they had finally reached the bus stop she was out of breath, and so was the other from the looks of it. The hand that was gripping onto his wrist previously was now squeezing her shirt on the edges but knowing that it won’t do much she stopped; instead groaning out at the uncomfortable feeling of her wet shirt clinging to her body. ”I hate rain and—” Her words trailed off as she jumped a bit with a small squeal. Thunder had sounded out again, seemingly even closer than before. ”Storms especially.”

Sitting down on the bench that was under the shelter that the bus stop provided she reached up, pushing damp hair back before leaning back, allowing her back to rest against the glass wall that was behind her, silently telling the other to sit down with a single tap on the empty spot beside her. ”I saved us.” Her overstatement was followed by a laugh erupting from her mouth.

“What, what??” He would open his mouth to object, on ends of ’he was going to die, he was going to die.’  And if he could update his status at any point in time via his brain, he would– currently dying. “I’ll have you know this could easily be a drama. One of us just needs to start crying a little bit, and–”  

He would mumble something incoherent about maybe hypothermia or viral infection after they reached the bus stop, leaning his weight from foot to foot with his nose wrinkled; he could feel the wet slip of his feet inside his shoes, and it was nothing like a waterbed- which he would much prefer at this point in time. He stomped around a bit , hoping to cause enough leakage that somehow he would become completely dry– “This is so stressful. Don’t be surprised if my hair starts falling out.”

–before plopping down next to her, attempting to occupy as little space as possible so as to allow his legs access to the bench also. “Aya-aahh, are there buses coming this way? I’m hopping into the trunk of the next car that passes if not.”