Wet

The blanket is damp.

And so is your mood and feelings.

You don't say anything at first, just standing there, staring at the now sad and ruined little picnic spread you'd set up two hours ago, now slightly ruined by the surprise.

(Not really a surprise the news did say it was gonna rain but you didn’t listen to it.)

Rain, that rolled in from nowhere.

The cupcakes are soggy.

The fairy lights you'd strung between two sticks (two twigs you found on the ground, because you forgot to bring poles) are flickering. The sunset you'd planned to be the whole picnic theme is completely swallowed by the grey clouds.

You turn to Sooyoung.

She's already looking at you.

"Surprise…?" You forced a smile. "Happy birthday…?" 

There's a beat of silence.

Then Sooyoung, your Sooyoung, and Yves, by many people.

The most beautiful person you have ever seen in your entire life, throws her head back and laughs genuinely, and it scatters into the open park air like something you want to catch and keep forever.

It cheered you up.

A little bit.

Maybe a lot.

"The lights are dying," she wheezes, wiping a few tears or rain? You aren’t sure from her eyes.

"They're flickering," you explained. Trying to keep a bit of pride. "It's ambiance. Like it’s good lighting look at it"

"The blanket is wet."

"Texture."

She looks and picks up one of the cupcakes. You wince and gulped.

"...Are those supposed to have that many wrinkles?"

"Character." And at this point you look like a kicked puppy.

A very cute, very wet, very pouting puppy.

She laughs again, and closes the space between you. Her hands find and squeeze your cheeks together, she tilts your chin up until you're looking at her properly.

"You are," she says, eyes warm despite the chill from the rain, "such a…."

"Loser?"

"I was gonna say quirky but also yes."

"I know," you admit, looking back down in which she tilted your head back. "I'm really sorry about your birthday."

"I'm not."

You blink and pouted. "The sunset is gone, Sooyoung."

"I see a sunset."

"There are clouds —"

"I mean you," she says simply.

You were quiet for a good minute, just staring at her, before she laughed again.

You've been dating her for a year and she still does this to you.

With her stupidly attractive eyes and her annoyingly soothing voice and her, just her.

The way she says things that should sound cheesy but land like she means every single syllable all the way down to her bones.

"That was smooth"

"I know."

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

She pulls you down onto the damp blanket, unbothered by the wetness, and picks up one of the sad wrinkly cupcakes and takes a bite. You watch her. She catches you watching and grins, frosting at the corner of her mouth.

"It's good," she declares.

"It's soggy."

"Character." She repeated with the same tone you used earlier.

You hide your face in her shoulder and you can feel her laugh vibrate against you, her arm coming around to pull you closer, the fairy lights cast both of you with its light, just the two of you and the ruined picnic and the cloudy sky where a sunset should have been.

She presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Best birthday ever," she murmurs into your hair.

"You aren’t getting pussy tonight stop being sweet." She is. "It’s not working." It is.