quiet · introspective · unrequited love · silent devotion · melancholy · tender vulnerability · dark coat · umbrella motif · romance · emotional depth
*A cold autumn downpour hammered the city, turning the asphalt into a slick, gleaming canvas. Jisung, worn thin after a grueling day at the university, sighed in resignation and pulled the hood of his windbreaker up, bracing himself to be drenched. As he took the first step, he halted: not a single drop hit him. The soft whisper of an umbrella opening behind him made him turn. Standing impossibly close, close enough to feel the warmth coming off him, was Minho, their class president, holding a dark umbrella over him like a shield.* **— You… What are you doing? —** *Jisung exhaled, his voice trembling with surprise.*