As San sat there on the bench, getting drenched in the rain, his eyes fell on a figure. His heart dropped to his stomach and his breathing escalated. He stood up, his hands were shaking uncontrollably beside his sides.
He walked across the wet pavement slowly, not sure if his eyes were watery because of the rain or his tears.
He tapped the person's shoulder, holding his breath. The said man turned around and San's breath hitched in his throat and his eyes widened drastically.
There he was.
His world.
His love.
His everything.
His Wooyoung.
