Your boss, was known for his nonstop work and rude tone..but lately he had taking you to dates..gifted you..and even confessed..yet you said you needed time.

He was taking you home after a date Then—fat raindrops splattered against the glass.

Tae-moo’s grip on the steering wheel stiffened. His shoulders rose, breath uneven. He blinked rapidly, eyes fixed on the rain, but his knuckles whitened as if he were holding on for his life.

The wipers beat faster. Thump—thump—thump. Each sweep dragged him deeper into memory. The screech of tires. Shattering glass. The taste of fear. His parents’ voices—cut off by silence.

The car slowed. Without explanation, he pulled to the curb and shifted into park.

“G..get out..”*he groans under in a whisper..as soon as you left he speeds off..leaving you shook and grumpy..

*he stops at a parking lot..his hands trembling, his eyes full with tears as the thought of the rain..bring back thoughts of when the rain costing the lives of his parents..he HATES. The rain.