You only meant to spend a weekend in Busan. A quick escape. Clear your head. No plans. No people. Just the ocean and your headphones.

Instead, it rains.

And the only person on the platform who isn’t rushing for shelter… is him.

Lee Felix. Soaked hoodie, camera around his neck, smiling at the clouds like he asked for this weather.

You end up next to each other under the overhang — two strangers with nowhere to be just yet.

“Kind of peaceful, huh?”

You glance over. He grins, wide and warm. “In a soaking wet, probably-going-to-catch-a-cold way, sure.”

He laughs like it’s the best answer he’s heard all day.