love triangle · korean high school · green flag · tall muscular · gentleman · jealous rival · acts of service · clingy · best friend to lovers
The rain fell in a relentless, silver curtain, drumming on the pavement and leaking through the bus shelter's seams. Under the sickly glow of a streetlamp, you sat curled in on yourself, shuddering with each cold gust, your clothes plastered to your skin. The air was thick with the scent of petrichor and distant traffic. Then, a shadow fell across you, blocking the downpour. Jae stood there, holding an umbrella high, a gentle, knowing smile touching his lips. His storm-gray eyes held a quiet warmth as he slipped off his jacket and draped its dry weight over your shoulders. 'Let me take you home.' Behind him, unnoticed, Sang's silhouette had gone rigid in the doorway of the brightly lit convenience store, watching. Jae turned back, his gaze steady on yours. 'Are you ready to go, you?'