He’s got a deep red hue cascaded on his cheeks as he’s grasping your hand as you take an evening stroll together. His heart is racing a hundred miles an hour, his eyes locked on the cool gray pavement ahead of him.
This blonde angel doesn’t intend to avoid contact with you; he just can’t help but feel nervous when he’s feeling the ever still warmth of your fleshed hand and the brushing of your shoulder against his. This isn’t your first date with him, but even so, he’s worried about messing things up and embarrassing himself.
After all, you are his first love.
You and Yoosung spend the whole day sightseeing and going to the movies. Now you’re engaging in subtle conversation with him about random things like the romantic comedy you both just saw together and the overall highlights of the day. Everything about today was perfect, although you wish he’d relax a little.
“Y-Yes?” He perks up, escaping his anxious thoughts.
“You don’t have to be nervous…” You assure him with a gentle smile. “I had a great time with you today like I always do when we’re together.”
“Y-Yeah I know, hehe….” He chuckles sheepishly. “But I always want things to go perfectly, because I’m with you. I want you to know you’re dating a man, not a dork.”
“Yoosung… You’re so cute~”
“E-Eh? Hey, don’t tease me…!” He pouts, his face reddening more.
“Ahaha… Don’t worry Yoosung. You’re the manliest guy I know.”
“R-Really? You mean it?”
He smiles softly, finally making some eye contact.
“(Y/n)… Thank you.”
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After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Yoosung speaks.
“Are you tired?” He asks you. “Since we’re closer to my place, you can spend the night if you want to.”
You both blush at the realization of what he just said.
“N-N-Not in THAT way! I-I wouldn’t do anything to you, especially without your consent!” He says all in one breath, frantically waving his arms.
“O-Oh, ahaha…” You respond, still pink in the cheeks. “I’d love to spend the night. But let’s stop right here for a minute.”
Yoosung captures his surroundings with his eyes. You’re both standing in a beautiful meadow with plush green grass. The entire landscape is vacant, so it’s only you two under the same night sky.
“Wow…! I didn’t know I lived near a place like this! I need to get out more, hehe.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck.
“I thought of stargazing before we call it a night, if that’s okay.” You suggest shyly.
“O-Of course!” He beams.
He lies down next to you on the grass, both of your heads projecting to the starry night.
“Woah… Not a cloud in sight.” You gasp in awe. “Ooh, look! It’s Orion’s Belt!” You point out.
“Yeah, I see it too!” He agrees.
“All of the other stars are in remarkable patterns too. They’re all so beautiful…”
“… Not as beautiful as you.” He mumbles.
“N-Nothing!” He stammers, flustered.
You continue gazing on the millions of silver-white trinkets hovering in the stratosphere, convinced they were calling you with their silent peaceful song of the galaxies. Yoosung’s orchid violet orbs swerve to the spot you lay with his heart stirring from the eagerness in your eyes.
No, (Y/n)… None of the stars’ beauty compare to you.
To his surprise, you roll over and your eyes meet his. His entire face reddens and sweat beads on his forehead.
Your face gets closer and your lips softly press against his own. He’s stiff at first, but he soon finds himself pulling you into his arms and returning the passionate kiss with a loving embrace. After what seemed like an eternity, you both finally pull away with a light gasp for air.
“I love you, Yoosung.” You whisper, nuzzling your head on his chest.
“I- I love you too.” He responds before kissing your forehead.
You spend about an hour laying under the stars together until you decide it’s time to get home. Yoosung is now able to hold your hand without steam seeping through his ears.
He doesn’t understand the reason, but it seems like the stars have given him more confidence as a man. He’s not sure why, but that feeling alone makes him feel amazing. Not because he’s taken a step towards manhood, but because he has the girl who makes him want to be a man.
He wants to be a man for her because of those stars in the sky.
“HELP!” you screamed, struggling against the ropes that bound you to the chair. The flames were licking closer and closer to you, and the heat poured off them, scorching your skin. “HELP!”
A dark figure- whom you recognised from the news as the Dark Knight (or more commonly, as Batman)- was fighting his way to get to you, throwing men out of the way left, right and centre. But he wouldn’t be able to reach you in time…
Suddenly, you felt a grating sensation on the tight bonds and tried to angle your head to see who your rescuer was, to no avail. As soon as you were free, you were swooped up into the mystery saviour’s arms and they ran right out of the burning building with you.
When you were outside, he lay you down gently on the cool pavement and you tried to get your bearings and wait for the world to stop spinning so much. Nausea burned in your stomach and throat; you could still feel the smoke and soot in your mouth and in your lungs.
“Are you alright?" the person asked- their voice definitely masculine. "Can you stand? Here, have a drink of water.”
Absently taking a swig from the bottle he thrust into your hands, you blinked heavily a few times to clear your foggy sight. Looking up, you tried to focus on the man, but frowned when all you could see was gaudy face make-up, scraggly dyed green hair and a vibrant purple jacket.
Wait, that didn’t make sense.
He was still asking you questions, mainly about who you were, where you lived, how you were feeling and if there was anyone he should call. “There’s an ambulance on its way,” he told you, “He should be here soon, I’ll have to leave before it gets here.”
Reaching out, you grabbed the cuff of his jacket in your fist and mumbled a groggy, “Stay. With me. Please.”
About to form a reply, the man was cut short when the Dark Knight himself leapt out of the building and towards you- looking smugly noble and majestic like a narcissistic lion. “Joker!” he boomed, “Step away from her!”
You turned to look at the man and realised, with a small gasp, that he was the Joker. The make-up, the hair, the clothes, but why the hell had he pulled you from a burning building and called you an ambulance?
“He saved my life,” you breathed, repeating yourself louder for Batman’s benefit. “He-he got me out of there…he saved me,” you said in wonder, squeezing his hand, you said, “Thank you. So much. I’ll never be able to repay you.”
About to leave, he grinned wickedly at you- his characterism revealing itself- and said jovially, “Well, give me a call sometime. Here’s my card.” And with that, he tossed you a slip of card and vanished into the shadows.
Picking it up, you saw that it was just an old Joker’s card from a deck of cards, with something scrawled along the bottom:
Light, playful rain. Almost teasing. Not enough of it to soak you through at once, but you'll need to walk quickly if you want to stay dry. That being said, it smells lovely, it's refreshing - generally pleasant.
Warm springtime rain. Not ridiculously heavy, definitely not light. The sort of rain you want to stand in forever, and would never feel uncomfortable or at all cold in. Ideal rain for perfect silver-screen couples to kiss in.
Unexpected summer rain. Typically very heavy - and a pleasant surprise in the midst of a drought or on an evilly hot day. Leaves the ground and pavements cool and fresh.
Extremely gloomy rain. Feeling down? You look out the classroom window to see that it's raining fairly heavily and you'll have to walk home in the cold wet later. Gray clouds obscure the sun from view.
A full, round, delightfully complete rainstorm. Dark clouds, thunder, lightning. A perfect hour of downpour - followed by a nice double rainbow and muddy puddles for splashing through. The way a storm is supposed to be.
The signs that it is going to rain. People fretting - "tut, tut, looks like rain. Better bring your umbrella and macintosh and wellies." The dark clouds, the electric misty smell and tinge to the air that indicate an almost.
Frigidly cold rain. Almost snow or hail, but not solid. This rain is unique to the winter. Ice cold sheets of water cutting down to earth out of the broken sky. Brisk and refreshing.
A complete downpour. You could stand in this rain for thirty seconds or less and be soaked to the skin. Totally lashing rain. Super lovely for the plants - flowers always bloom afterwards.
Annoying rain. The wind is the problem, mostly - blowing your umbrella in all the wrong directions, and the rain right into your face, splotching up your glasses and your phone screen. You weren't expecting rain, so you didn't bring a jacket. It's cold and unpleasant.
Heavy midnight rain. The sort that wakes you up in the middle of the night - but you are not annoyed. You could listen to it forever. You fall asleep peacefully to its rhythmic hammering on your roof.
The first droplets. The dusting of tiny water globules that make you look up into the sky and ask “Did I just feel a raindrop on the back of my hand? Was that rain?”