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moonbyul stood at the entrance of the café, staring out at the pouring rain. the streets were almost deserted, the few people outside rushing to find shelter, their umbrellas doing little to keep them dry. she sighed, her breath fogging up the glass as she watched the downpour. the rain had come out of nowhere, a sudden shift from the clear skies earlier, and she hadn't thought to bring an umbrella.
shw chewed on her bottom lip, debating whether to wait it out, but the rain showed no signs of letting up. she pulled her coat tighter around her. the café felt too stifling, the warm, cozy atmosphere a stark contrast to the storm raging outside. it made her feel restless, uneasy. she needed fresh air, to clear her head, and the rain was starting to feel like the lesser evil.
without another thought, she pushed open the door, stepping out into the downpour. the rain was cold as it soaked through her clothes almost instantly, plastering her hair to her skin. she glanced back at the café once, the warm light spilling out onto the wet pavement, but then she turned away, her feet carrying her down the street.
she didn't get far before the rain started to seep into her shoes, making her steps feel heavier with each passing second. she shivered, hugging herself as she walked, but there was something almost comforting about the solitude, the way the rain drowned out the world around her. it was just her, the rain, and the echo of her own thoughts.
riki stepped into the café, shaking off the rain that clung to his clothes. his eyes darted around the room, heart hammering in his chest as he searched for her. but the seat she usually occupied was empty, her presence lingering only in the faint scent of coffee and the half-finished pastry she always ordered left on the table.
she had been there. and she had left. his jaw tightened. he'd been so close. frustrated, he turned to leave, when something through the large window caught his eye. there, not too far down the street, was a familiar figure, small and drenched in the pouring rain. his breath caught in his throat as he recognized the pink bow in her hair, slightly askew, soaked from the rain, but it was unmistakably hers.
"moonbyul..." the name slipped from his lips in a hushed whisper, his eyes frantically double checking for her inside the cafe, just in case he might have gotten the wrong person, and without a second thought, he bolted out the door. the cold rain immediately soaked through his clothes, but he didn't care. all that mattered was catching up to her, reaching her before she disappeared into the storm. the world around him blurred, the rain coming down in relentless sheets, but he kept his eyes locked on that pink bow bobbing with each step she took, guiding him through the downpour.
"moonbyul!" he called out, but the rain swallowed his voice. he pushed harder, his feet splashing through puddles as he ran, breath ragged in his chest. the closer he got, the more vivid her figure became—the curve of her shoulders, her soaked hair, and of course, that pink bow, the only pop of color in the gray world around them. "byul!"
