Jungmo's routine to accompany Minhee to sit at the garden bench is interrupted today due to the bad weather. The sky is filled with the dark grey cloud as the heavy rain pouring down.

Jungmo notices the gloomy face of the younger when Minhee hang his hand to feel the cold raindrops that puddle over his small palm.

It is when Jungmo sees the little hill far away across the school field that he gets a crazy idea out of his mind.

"Follow me" Jungmo grabs Minhee's hand into his and drags him out of the school corridor.

Feeling the raindrops heavily trickling down his hair, Minhee couldn't help but to ask, "Jungmo where are you dragging me ?" his voice is barely audible as it was drown in the loud heavy downpour.

"I'll show you my favorite place"

"In this weather ? We will catch a cold"

"Who cares, on the count of three we'll run up the hill to that huge sakura tree, one two three"

Minhee tightly hold on Jungmo's hand and off they go the two boys running across the field. Like two little boys, they run in the rain, smiles and laughter never leaving their face.

It's one of those moment that makes you feel like you're back in time as a kid where everything is perfect with no worries.

As they climb up the steep hill, the two competitive boys decide to race to the peak, and so they run like their life depends on it. They're just a step away from the top when Minhee who has a poor sense of direction trips over Jungmo's feet, causing both of them to roll on the ground.

Their blazers are soaking wet and messily cover in dirt but it doesn't matter, the two boys are laughing out their lung. Jungmo helps Minhee to get up and walk to the giant sakura tree. They lie down on the ground, eyes squinting from the tiny droplet of raindrops that escape the tiny gap between the leaflets.

"Jungmo you're crazy we might fall sick" Minhee scoffs the moment their laughter resides.

"Come on I just want to have some fun"

Minhee fumbles his hand to find Jungmo and that's when he finds the warmth of his hand as Jungmo laces his fingers around his.

"Jungmo, your hand is trembling"

Jungmo swallows before he mumbles, "I'm just a bit cold"

Minhee slowly turns his head to face Jungmo who's just inches away from him. He heaves a sigh for a moment, clearing his mind from the clouded thought and start speaking,

"Jungmo, I'm scared thinking about the operation, what if it fail ?"

Minhee's surgery operation for his eyes transplant is just a week away and despite the fact that he is excited to get a pair of eyes, a part of him doubt the probability for the operation to succeed. He doesn't want to get his hope high then get his dream crushed down from the unsuccessful result.

Jungmo gives a light squeeze over his hand and softly rub the back of Minhee's hand with his thumb.

"What if it succeed"

Minhee smiles at the soft voice that comfort him.

"Then I will able to see you"

"Focus on the good thing, everything will be fine"

Minhee inhales the cold air slowly, letting in the fresh breeze to fill his pair of healthy lung before he mumbles,

"Jungmo, you're the first person I want to see if I regain my sight"

The older boy smiles in delight.

"Then I promise I will be next to you when you did"

Minhee giggles like a little kid and holds up his pinky finger.

"Promise ?"

Jungmo who's already smitten by Minhee's innocent act, chuckles silently. He then hooks his little pinky around Minhee's and put up a hopeful smile.

"Promise"