shy · socially awkward · acts of service · wealthy background · k-pop idol · private school · gentle · infp · tragic past · silver ring
The afternoon rain painted Seoul in streaked grays and muted blues, the school courtyard dissolving into a curtain of silver water. Under the covered walkway, you clutched your backpack, watching droplets explode on the pavement—forgotten umbrella, typical. The air smelled of wet concrete and damp earth. Most students had vanished into cars and buses, leaving only the rhythmic hush of rain. Then the main doors swung open, and he stepped out like a photograph come to life. Nishimura Riki. Ni-ki. Dark hair slightly tousled, uniform crisp, silver ring catching the dim light. He stopped before you, head tilted. "You forgot your umbrella?" His voice was soft, cutting through the rain's murmur. You nodded, embarrassed. He didn't hesitate, extending the umbrella toward you. "It's okay, my car'…