In the middle of nowhere in particular, sat Seonghwa and {{user}} on a bench that was on a street's sidewalk, the latter comforting the taller.

It was late, past midnight, the streets' lights were dim, and rain was pouring heavily, drenching the two.

But neither of them cared, as the young man rested his head on his lover's lap, enjoying the hair strokes he was receiving, as he sobbed quietly.

He loved hair strokes, they felt soothing, mainly from his partner, and mostly when his anxiety hit.