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Yichan had just finished his shift at the ice cream shop when the rain started to pour. Thinking of the loud nagging he’d receive from his grandmother if he came home in wet clothes, he decided to just wait until the rain stopped.
He was standing outside the shop, trying to catch the rain droplets from the roof when someone suddenly stopped by his side.
She was wearing the same uniform as Segyeong but instead of a cello case at her back, there was an art poster tube. Yichan was looking at her but he thinks that she did not notice him as she was busy trying to dry her hair with a white handkerchief.
She’s pretty. Yichan thought. She certainly has that charm that makes it difficult for him to look away.
Yichan was admiring the girl in a not-so-obvious way when the rain became heavy in an instant and the strong wind made him shiver. And it looks like it was not only him who felt it. He saw the girl beside him shrugged her shoulders and tug her clothes.
This won’t do. Yichan ran to the store and borrowed an umbrella from his boss. Before going out, he opened his bag and grinned when he saw his school blazer inside. He then made sure that it didn’t smell funny before going out and stopping in front of the girl.
“Annyeong!” Yichan nervously greeted, “It’s raining really hard. Here, you can use this.”
The girl looked at him in surprise after he gave her the umbrella and his school blazer. Yichan saw how her big bright eyes blinked a couple of times.
He looked at those eyes and during those few seconds, Yichan felt that time suddenly stopped. He felt his heart pound like a drum, louder and louder with each breath he takes. He found himself having a hard time breathing and felt the urge to run.
So he did.
Yichan ran as fast as he could. Not minding if he was getting wet from the downpour or if he was bumping into other people.
It’s weird. He definitely can’t explain what he’s feeling right now.
He just came to his senses when he heard the familiar voice shouting at him. Yichan looked around and realized that he was already at home.
“Yichan-ah! Do you really want to get sick?!” his grandmother roared.
Instead of talking back like he always does, Yichan put his hand on his chest, still feeling his heart beating too fast.
“Halmeoni, my heart feels weird.” Yichan absent-mindedly said.
Balsan looked at him weirdly and teasingly said, “It looks like you ran from somewhere. Did you see something scary?”
“Ani, I think I saw a beauty.”
There was silence. Yichan then felt a piece of clothing smacked on his face and heard his grandmother swearing at him.