"okay then what's your favorite drink to get?" jin asked me , and opened his palms in front of him , catching small droplets of rain.

i dont know why i ended up here again. i told myself not to return but look at where i am , conversing with a guy who i very much wouldnt want to see.

"i dont know. all the beverages seem to taste the same." i showed the drink i was holding to him "but this captivated my taste buds. i cant seem to let go of it." he laughed at me

"but thats the only drink they provide. the others are just for show , they're out of stock. no one refills them anymore"

"oh" i blushed , a hundred percent embarrassed

"but thank god thats the drink left. the others really tasted like shit." he took a sip on his can and there i saw the small bruise on the corner of his lip.

this man here makes me curious. why is he so talkative? why does he have scars and bruises everywhere on his body? why does he always seem to be enthusiastic of everything when I can see no sincerity in his eyes?

"hey , jin?" my grasp on the can became tighter

he looked at me and raised an eyebrow , "yeah?"

"tell me your reason." suddenly I could feel my heart beating fast , not prepared to hear his story

he looked at me , confused "what reason?"

"the reason behind your tears." there , the words came out my mouth fast , anxious of his reaction

"ahh , yes , if you'd tell yours afterwards?" what choice do i have? , an eye for an eye. i nodded in agreement.

he closed his eyes and sighed "i got a pretty fucked up household. my parents , siblings , everyone is fucked up. they treat me like i had no emotions. i dont blame them because i rarely show anything. i didnt want them to pick on my weakness. i forced myself to think that everything was okay and that silence was the best defense mechanism. but i was wrong.

i have nights in where i really , genuinely felt nothing and it made me so frustrated to the point tears were flowing down my cheeks carelessly and i would hurt myself to snap out of it. there were also times in where my hyung barges into my room to beat the shit out of me because he was on drugs or for entertainment , and i let him. i thought i was helping his mental sanity , but that proved otherwise when he was sent to a ward and forced to wear one of those mental jackets.

i would often find myself getting into fights because i really hated how i looked , so thinking if i get beat up enough , my parents would force to spend money on fixing everything broken and thats what i want , from the start. to fix the broken parts , the broken characteristics." jin stopped and looked down. i placed a hand on his knee and looked at him.

after a long painful silence of just jin staring on the ground and my once warm hand placed on his knee , he looked at me "how about yours?" i noticed how his voice quivered and his breath shaky

i smiled "thats a story to tell for another time, and know its unfair but you're basically dying out here. you're not used to the rain at night arent you?" he laughed at me and how observant i was

"you're sharp. yes , i very much avoid the rain. remember the first time we met? i really didnt expect the sudden downpour that night and i did not want to go back to the madhouse my parents made , so i endured. i myself didnt know how i endured that night , when you came , it suddenly became warm—the cold was bearable." he gave me a small smile and twisted the hem of his shirt , removing the liquid that clung on his clothes

"how about you? you're used to being under the rain."

"i like spending the night outside when it rains. it doesnt make me feel like im alone , that someone is crying with me , that someone feels down , that someone feels broken inside." he nodded and patted my back , and stood up.

he looked at his watch then to me "see you tomorrow."

i nodded and muttered a small "yeah"