âWell, I was going to go, but then water soaked through my shoes and got my socks wet so fuck that.â
⤠RAINY DAY STARTERS !
a humble laugh merely circuits passed his reddening lips, jin was merely interested in this conversation purely for the amusement of how one could expresses their features in such hilarity. the male rolled his shoulder in an attempt to crack some of his muscles, letting his grey singlet that clings hopelessly around his frail body to shifted along with it. having finally finishing his art project, and thereâs the solitude of permanent black stain still running along his wrist as a living proof. his other thumb tracing the sinewy wrist almost absent-mindedly, except that jinâs all ears, with the sound of the rain pitter-patter, the incoherent cusses that elicits out from the famous idol in front, and perhaps an eerie voice, echoing his own name begging for his perception on the sideline of their conversation; but jin tries to take no interests at it, instead stretching his arms out to the rainfall, trying his goddamn hardest to get rid of this annoying stain to finally be washed off.
"maybe faith is telling you something.â he paused, averting his sight away from the idol. that thing is getting incredibly closer, and itâs destroying his concentration to even mumble a word. âperhaps, youâre just having an unlucky day today. youâll thank your wet shoes later.âÂ
