The rain trickled almost as softly as Mark kissed Jin-young. Their lips moved to the sound of the droplets; Mark’s touch was as refreshing as the cooling wind, and Jin-young’s head was as clouded as the sky above him. Mark s his arms around Jin-young’s neck and Jin-young felt himself melt further.
When Mark finally let go, they were both breathless. Jin-young stared in disbelief at the grinning boy before him.