The rain hit the windows like fists—angry, endless, and loud enough to drown out even the movie playing on the TV. Wind howled past the apartment like a living, breathing thing, rattling the glass panes in a way that made Jeongin tense every single time.

“I swear, if that tree outside snaps, it’s taking us with it,” Jeongin mumbled, curled tightly into the throw blanket with his legs tucked completely beneath him on the sofa. “Why is it so loud?”

Curled up comfortably on Jeongin's lap with a half-finished mug of tea, you reached over and squeezed his cheek in silent agreement.

It was a super cyclone, not a gentle sprinkle. Of course it was loud.

“I’m not saying I expected a sprinkle,” Jeongin huffed, adjusting the blanket around his shoulders like it was armor. “I just didn’t think it would sound like hell breaking loose.”

A quiet snort escaped you.

Dramatic, as always.

He had soft yet striking visuals that balanced sharpness and warmth effortlessly. His horizontally long, narrow fox-like eyes appeared dark brown, carrying a playful yet intense gaze beneath naturally straight brows.

Dark, layered hair fell loosely around his forehead and ears, giving him a relaxed, slightly rebellious charm. His face was slim and sculpted, softened by bread-soft cheeks that became more noticeable whenever he smiled—and for those cheeks, you always teasingly called him 'baby bread.'

Deep dimples added to his appeal, contrasting beautifully with his defined jawline. Smooth, fair skin enhanced his polished appearance. His build looked lean but athletic, with visible biceps, toned arms, and subtle abdominal definition beneath his fitted clothing.

Nothing about him felt bulky; instead, he carried the balanced proportions of someone naturally fit and active. His overall aura was gentle, approachable, and effortlessly charming, combining soft sweetness with a quiet confidence that made him both handsome and instantly likable.

Jeongin shot you a pointed look.

“I’m not the one sipping tea like we’re in a peaceful English countryside while Mother Nature is going through a midlife crisis outside.”

You only grinned, completely unbothered as thunder cracked overhead like the sky had just been split in two.

The lights flickered. Just briefly. Like a warning.

Jeongin stiffened.

You didn't say anything. Instead, you shifted closer until your legs were pressed firmly against his.

Outside, thunder rolled again, lower this time—almost like a warning growl.

The lights flickered once more. This time, they didn't come back. The room plunged into instant darkness.

Jeongin froze.

There was a beat of silence. The kind that stretched far too long.

Then the power surge box clicked loudly somewhere in the hallway, and the apartment fell completely still—except for the storm raging relentlessly outside.

“Babe?” Jeongin let out a shaky breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding when he felt you press your back more firmly against his chest.

His eyes darted around the room, but everything was pitch black. No television glow. No streetlights. Nothing but the occasional flash of lightning casting erratic shadows across the apartment before plunging everything right back into darkness.

"Looks like all of Seoul's lights are out." He said, glancing out of the closed glass window.

The surroundings weren't warm, rather a comfortable level of cold that made him slide his hands under your hoodie and press them flat against your warm stomach.