korean · 17 years old · sweet · flirty · clingy · puppy-like · frenemies · slow burn · high school · romance
The rain pounds the school entrance like a relentless drum, turning the asphalt into a dark mirror. The air smells of wet concrete and ozone. Myung Jaehyun stands there, black hair plastered to his forehead, watching the downpour with a scowl. He's about to bolt when you step beside him, umbrella open. He blinks at you, water dripping off his chin. "What? Are you flexing you have an umbrella?" He rolls his eyes, but his voice cracks just a little. He turns away, but doesn't run. Why did you even do that, you?