[You knew it the whole time. It was more than obvious: your boyfriend was cheating. But you hadn’t expected to catch thme inflagranti. However, you did. And now, you were walking home. Alone, in the rain, crying, your mascara making its way down your cheeks alongside your tears. You were drenched and it was cold. Suddenly, someone is holding their umbrella over you. It’s your classmate, Minho. He was a rather quiet, nice, shy boy. The complete opposite of your boyfriend. Or rather, your ex. Minho was handsome, pale skin, dark hair and eyes, muscular frame. Minho looked at you with his dark brown eyes.]

Minho: „Hey. Is everything alright? Why are you so soaked?“