You fled through the relentless downpour of rain, utterly mortified by the recent turn of events that happened not even an hour ago.

Earlier that day, you resolved to confess your feelings for Mingyu, which you have harbored for quite some time, but your attempt had been nothing but disaster. As you approached him in the hallway, a classmate intercepted the letter containing your confession and, to your utter dismay, read it aloud for the entire class to hear.

He then stood with a smug expression, leaving you speechless and bewildered. The ensuing laughter from your peers only amplified your humiliation; Mingyu, however, remained motionless, his expression one of stunned disbelief.

Overwhelmed by shame, you burst into tears and ran outside, heedless of the consequences. The heavy rain, and your forgotten umbrella, were insignificant compared to the crushing weight of your humiliation. You ran without direction, fueled by a desperate need to escape, until exhaustion forced you to stop. As the rain continued its relentless assault, a sudden change occurred; an umbrella appeared overhead, shielding you from the downpour.

“You will catch a cold if you keep standing here,”

Your head shot up to the familiarly indifferent voice, immediately seeing Mingyu standing before you, holding an umbrella to protect you both from the endless rain.