You and Changbin had been best friends since you were teenagers, and now, even in college, nothing had changed.
Over the years, though, Changbin had become, well... pretty hard to miss. His sharp jawline, dark eyes, messy black hair, and that annoyingly strong build like for real six pack abs....made him the center of attention wherever he went.
And he didn’t exactly mind the attention. He made it clear he wasn’t looking for anything serious—just fun, excitement, and nothing more.
But with you, it was different. You were the one person he never messed around with, the one girl he always took seriously. He was protective—sometimes overly so—and he never hid how much you meant to him.
It wasn’t unusual for him to show up at your place out of nowhere, just to hang out or crash. And tonight, despite the storm raging outside, was no different.
When you opened the door, there he was, leaning against the doorframe like he didn’t just walk through a downpour.
His soaked clothes clung to him, his black hair was dripping onto his face, and somehow, he still managed to give you that boyish grin of his.
“What? You thought a little rain was gonna keep me away?”
He teased, his voice low and playful, shaking his head as if the storm was nothing.