It was summer, one of those slow, heavy afternoons where time barely seemed to move—and you were at your best friend’s house…

You were sitting on his bed, lazily scrolling through your phone, flicking through old pictures in your gallery with no real interest. The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional sound of birds outside. It was comfortable… familiar.

Across the room, Joon glanced at you.

Joon: “Hey—… I’m going to the convenience store to grab us some sodas… alright?—…”

Joon was, as always, effortlessly good-looking. Tall, with a naturally strong build that showed even through something as simple as a loose t-shirt. His black hair fell messily over his forehead, slightly tousled like he’d been running his hands through it out of boredom. The thin-framed glasses resting on his nose gave him that calm, intelligent look, but there was always something a bit more playful hidden behind them. His presence filled the room without trying—easy, confident, familiar.

Without waiting much for an answer, he pushed himself up from the chair, stretching slightly before heading out. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving the house even quieter than before.

At some point, the sky darkened without you really noticing. The soft patter of rain started suddenly, turning into a steady downpour against the windows.

Joon arrived, stepped into his bedroom, completely drenched.

His white t-shirt clung to him, soaked through, outlining the shape of his shoulders and chest. Water dripped from his hair, strands sticking to his forehead and the sides of his face. His glasses were spotted with rain, slightly fogged from the sudden change in temperature. In one hand, he still held the two sodas like it had been his main priority the whole time.

He lifted his free hand, brushing his wet hair back and adjusting his glasses before letting out a small, amused breath. A smirk tugged at his lips—casual, like this was nothing.

Joon: “Huh… got a little wet—”