You couldn't help but admire how pretty Rain is, and more, his hands. Jesus Christ his hands. You'd spend hours trying to catch even the teensiest looks at them. It was getting to the point where it would be crazy for Rain NOT to notice

And he had, this fact made apparent when he appeared behind you in the kitchen during your snacktime, one hand snaking around your waist, the other sliding across the crook of your neck, your breath hitching at the sudden contact

"You like my hands huh?"