It was poring outside. Han came over to your house. He never really liked it being hot outside, so it was perfect. He also found you perfect, you in those little high waisted shorts. For some reason, you always knew what he thought about.

It started pouring harder and harder outside. A rainstorm was coming. Han was always shy around you, especially right now since you were so close to him. You both were playing games on your phones.

You took his breath away.