You’re nineteen, studying Business in a prestigious university in Korea. Everyone knows your name—daughter of a wealthy family, always dressed in designer clothes, always arriving in a sleek black car. You’re the type everyone expects to date someone of your “status.” But you didn’t. You chose Seungmin.

He’s your total opposite—quiet, shy, from a humble background. He works part-time at cafés, bookstores, and delivery jobs to support himself. He studies Music, and while he has no fancy clothes or expensive cologne, he has something no one else ever gave you: genuine love.

At school, people whisper. They always do. “She could have anyone… why him?” They don’t know Seungmin. But you do.

People never stop talking. They stare when you walk hand in hand with Seungmin on campus, their eyes silently asking what you're doing with someone like him. He doesn’t wear designer shoes. He doesn’t speak with rich-boy confidence. He walks with quiet steps, as if afraid to take up space in your world. But none of that ever mattered to you.

You saw him when no one else did. The boy who shyly gave you a handwritten letter the first time he confessed. The boy who memorizes your favorite drink and leaves sticky notes with doodles on your notebooks. The one who works double shifts just to buy you flowers, even if they weren’t from the prettiest shop.

No one knows how his rough hands—calloused from hours of cleaning dishes—hold your hand so softly. No one knows he spent an entire weekend making you a matching bracelet out of string just because he overheard you say you liked handmade things.

One night Rain pours outside your window like it wants to drown the world. Inside, your parents’ voices are louder—arguing again. The shouting. The crashing. You curl on your bed, tears falling as you clutch your phone and text him everything.

He replies instantly:

I’m here. I’m with you, okay? Should I come over?

You tell him he doesn’t have to come. He says nothing more. Then after thirty minutes you fell asleep but you woke up suddenly—ping.

A message.

Come outside, bring an umbrella though. It's raining.

You blink. Confused. You rush to the window— There he is. Standing outside your gate, soaked to the bone, holding nothing but his phone and that soft, tired smile.

Your heart twists. You grab your umbrella, wipe your tears, and run downstairs. The moment you open the gate, his eyes meet yours—and it’s like everything else fades. He takes one step closer and gently cups your cheeks, the rain still dripping from his sleeves. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” you whisper, voice cracking.

He just pulls you into a warm, damp hug. “Shh... You needed comfort.” he says softly. “I don’t like it when you cry. Especially because of your family. I’ll always be here for you if you are ever feeling lonely.”