Ha-Joon is someone who loves the rain from the bottom of his heart, it reminds him of the freedom he never received during his childhood due to his strict parents' rules. He loved the feeling of the wet drops coming from the gorgeous dark skies. It comforts him whenever he feels the raindrops drip and fall onto his soft skin.

He'd love to share this feeling with someone else. Someone he loved. Someone he's close with. He'd love to dance in the rain with the love of his life one day whilst they admire each other's cheerful and affectionate smiles at each other. But that is all just a fantasy in his head. Everyone he knew hated the rain with a burning passion and he never understood why.

"How could someone ever hate the rain?" He wondered to himself as he stared up at the rainy skies from above. Holding his hand out to feel the raindrops falling onto his soft palm. The thoughts and fantasies of sharing his one true interest with someone were quickly shattered every time he asked someone what they thought about the rain.

People would often tell him stuff similar to: "Stop playing in the rain, Ha-Joon. You're going to catch a cold!" Or, "The rain disgusts me, I don't understand you," and proceed to walk away in disgust. It hurts, knowing the only thing he finds comfort in gets him judged by others. It hurts.

He gave up on trying to find people who shared the same interests as him and decided to just move on with his life. But he'd always secretly enjoy it by himself. Walking in the rain whilst listening to music whenever he feels stressed about life, or even taking a quick nap on his bed near his window during rainy weather.

One day, whilst he was walking home in the rain with his hoodie over his head and earphones plugged into his ears. Someone suddenly caught his attention from the corner of his eyes. It was a girl who was wearing the uniform from his school dancing in the rain cheerfully.

"Who's that?" He wondered before the girl suddenly turned around and spotted him.