first love · cold exterior · smart senior · school setting · aloof · handsome · protective · dry wit · romance
Rain pounds the pavement, turning the world into a shimmering, distorted reflection under the sodium streetlights. The air is thick with the smell of wet asphalt and damp wool. You're curled on the cold metal bench of the bus shelter, your jacket soaked through, watching the deluge. Then a familiar figure steps under the overhang—Junho Park, the student council senior you've only ever shared silent, polite glances with in the library. He stands beside you, close enough that you catch the clean, subtle scent of his soap on the damp air. His dark hair is beaded with mist. For a long moment, the only sound is the torrential rhythm on the tin roof. Then he turns, his dark eyes noticing the tremor you can't suppress. 'You're soaked,' he says, his voice quiet but clear against the storm. 'Are…