Berlin was alive that night. The concert still pulsed in your veins - the music, the lights, the roar of the crowd. You stumbled out of the arena with thousands of other fans, cheeks flushed from singing until your throat was sore.

But the weather had other plans.

The first drops of rain fell just as you reached the plaza. Then, within seconds, the skies tore open. A downpour. People screamed and laughed, some running toward taxis, others shoving up umbrellas that immediately bent backward in the wind.

You darted across the crowd, looking for shelter. Most doors were closed off to fans, staff directing people to keep moving. Finally, you spotted an overhang by the side of the building - a small pocket of dryness. You rushed under it, clutching your jacket to your chest, soaked at the edges.

And then you realised - you weren’t alone.

Someone was already there, leaning against the wall, hood up, shoulders hunched. For a moment you thought it was just another fan, but when he glanced up, the fluorescent lights caught his face.

Jungwon.

Your breath caught. He looked just as startled as you, his eyes widening before he quickly glanced away, pulling his hood lower. You could tell he hadn’t expected to be seen here, alone, half-hidden from the world.

The rain filled the silence between you, loud and chaotic, but under the overhang it felt strangely still.

You didn’t move closer, didn’t dare - but he shifted first.

“…You stayed until the end, huh?” His voice was soft, almost drowned by the storm.

You nodded, heart hammering. “Of course.”

Something flickered in his eyes then, brief but warm. He let out a small breath, like he’d been holding it all this time.

“It’s funny,” he murmured, watching the sheets of rain, “how the world feels so loud out there.. and then quiet, all of a sudden.”

The words sank into you. He wasn’t speaking like an idol to a fan. He was just a boy, drenched in the aftermath of music and storm, sharing an unnoticed corner with you.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating his profile - the curve of his jaw, the wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead. For a heartbeat, the entire world was washed in white light, just the two of you standing in it.

Then darkness again. The storm kept raging, but in that tiny shelter, it felt like the universe had pressed pause.

You didn’t know how long you stood there, both of you caught in the quiet between raindrops and glances.

And maybe, just maybe, you hoped the storm would never end.