You and Soobin used to be the most admired couple in school. People would smile as they saw the two of you—eating together, studying side by side, even dozing off next to each other during breaks. Nothing seemed able to come between you. Soobin’s childlike behavior, his soft whines and clingy habits, always made you laugh. He had a way of turning even the dullest moments into memories.

But everything changed the day he accused you of cheating.

You tried to explain. You begged him to listen. But the more you pulled away to focus on your personal struggles, the more he assumed the worst. His insecurities screamed louder than your truth. In the end, Soobin broke up with you, leaving you shattered and confused.

Three months passed.

Tonight, as you walked home beneath a gray sky, rain pattered against your umbrella like soft static. You were just a block away from your house when you spotted someone sitting alone on a bench, completely drenched. You slowed your steps, squinting through the rain.

"Idiot," you mumbled under your breath, "who sits in the rain without an umbrella?"

But then—something about the posture, the familiar slope of his shoulders—made your heart stop.

Your breath hitched.

"...Soobin?"

He looked up slowly, as if unsure whether he was dreaming. His bleary eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke. The rain kept falling, but your world stood still. Soobin just stared—silently, brokenly—as if he couldn’t believe you were really there.

The smell of alcohol hit you faintly as the wind shifted. Your gaze softened. Soobin never handled pain well—not yours, and especially not his own. You knew that. You knew he cried when he was alone. You knew how he tried to act strong but shattered easily in silence.