The Four Seasons of Rain (WooSan)

Chapter 1: The Red Umbrella

🕒 March 🕒

The rain has disappeared, and so did you, I am now left with nothing but this bright sky as a goodbye gift, and I shall thank you by preserving our story under a bright, red umbrella.

Spring season has begun, and what more better way to welcome it's arrival than with a gray sky tinted by gloomy emotions, and clouds that present themselves as shadows who are stealing the sun's role as the main character for today's afternoon, creating an atmosphere so dark, you'd think it's night time.

Still with the same daring ambiance, a rain shower is showing off an uncontrollable performance, making sure that everything, and everyone within the area is reminded of just how beautifully cruel nature is. Well, seems like the drenching impression will never leave this particular guy's memory.

"Fuck," he cursed at himself, with a flat, unamused tone.

No wonder the poor guy sounded like he just lost all hope within himself — not like there's much to begin with anyway — but he has all the rights to be annoyed at, well whatever it is that he's annoyed at.

A long exhausting day at work that barely pays the minimum wage, forcing himself to deal with impatiently demanding customers, not to mention the stinging pain in his legs from standing all day. All he wanted to do was just go home as soon as possible, and rot on his sofa the whole evening, or at least until he gets the motivation to take a shower.

But nope! Seems like the universe had other plans for him. Because here he is now, squatting down in front of the cafe he works at, sheltering himself from the rain, as he tries his best to not lose his mind.

"Can this day be any worse??" His complain muffled by both of his hands covering his face. Perhaps the universe felt challenged by his protest, or maybe it just doesn't like his tone. But regardless, the situation did, in fact, get worse.

Feeling a vibration in his pocket, the man stands up, and clumsily took his phone out to check the notification. The optimistic sparkle in his eyes slowly shuts down at every word he reads.

"Wooyoung-ah, sorry I can't pick you up, my parents forced me to go this stupid meeting! :c"

"My only last hope ... Gone ...." He whispers as he put his phone back into the pocket on his jacket.

"Maybe this is a sign to just end it all fina-"

"End what?" Another voice interrupts Wooyoung's monologue.

Quickly turning his head to the left, he was met with a taller looking man, standing in a firm posture, holding a red umbrella with his right hand, and carrying his suit coat with his left arm.

His hair looks a bit messy, but it somehow works well with his facial features, and the white long sleeve complete with a black tie sitting under the black vest just makes him look like he definitely has a different tax bracket.

But Wooyoung doesn't want to get lost in these kinds of thoughts, or any kind to be honest, so he shakes his head before replying back, "ahjussi, I think you should mind your own business." He scoffs, raising his shoulder with both hands in his pockets as he squints to the other way, before dropping them again.

"Pretentious motherfucker, tryna look cool with that stupid suit ...." He whispers to himself, his vision just randomly glaring at areas in front of him.

"Okay I heard that, you know?" The other man states, "also, I'm not an ahjussi, I'm still in my early twenties." He continues

"Do I look like I care?" Wooyoung answers, not even looking at him.