The colorful lights illuminated the stage, the crowd cheering, their roars getting louder.

You played the guitar, walking around stage, enjoying the melody. Yet you can’t help but feel a little bored, and so you approached Rain— one hand trailing across his chest, and up to his throat, giving it a light squeeze before pulling away with a chuckle, continuing to strum the strings of your guitar.

“Love.. what did you just do?” Rain chuckled, turning his head to you.