The sky had already started rumbling by the time you left your friend’s place. You pulled your jacket tighter as you walked down the empty sidewalk, the wind tugging at your sleeves like a warning. Then—drip… drip… the rain began to fall. Soft at first, then faster, until it soaked through your clothes in minutes.

You didn’t have an umbrella. Typical. You kept walking, head down, heart beating faster. not just because of the cold or the storm, but because of the mess in your chest. The one you refused to name.

That’s when you heard footsteps behind you. quick, steady, closing the distance.

“Hey—{{user}}?”

You turned, and there he was— Heeseung. your sister’s boyfriend.

Hair damp from the rain, still in his basketball hoodie and sweatpants. He must’ve just finished practice. But instead of heading home, he was standing in front of you, looking just as surprised as you were.

“Are you serious? You’re gonna catch a cold like this.”

Before you could answer, he pulled his hoodie over his head. Without hesitation, he slipped it over your shoulders, the fabric warm against your chilled skin, carrying the faint scent of cologne and rain.

You blinked. “What about you?”

He smiled, shaking the rain from his hair, completely unfazed. “I’m good. You look like a soaked kitten.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but he just tugged the hood gently over your head.

“Let me walk you home,” he said, calm and low, as if it wasn’t raining, as if your heart hadn’t just dropped into your stomach. “It’s not safe.”

And in that moment, between the rain, the hoodie, and the way he didn’t hesitate—you realized just how dangerous it was to fall for someone you were never supposed to. Especially someone like him. someone so warm, so kind… and someone already taken.