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Hao stepped out of Café Étoile, his head buzzing from the strange but electrifying tension between him and Hanbin. He was still processing their last exchange, the teasing, the kisses, and how, despite everything, he found himself drawn to Hanbin like a moth to a flame.
As he walked, lost in thought, he didn’t realize that he had left his bag behind on the counter. It wasn’t until he was a few blocks away that he noticed the weight missing from his shoulder, the absence of the familiar straps he usually carried with him. Panic surged through him as he mentally retraced his steps.
I can’t believe I left it there.
Hao quickened his pace, his heart racing as he headed back toward the café. But as he rounded the corner, dark clouds rolled in above him, and suddenly, rain began to pour, heavy and relentless. He felt the first drops splash against his skin, and within moments, he was drenched.
“Great,” he muttered, looking for shelter. He spotted a small awning at a nearby bus stop just ahead and sprinted toward it, the rain soaking through his clothes as he reached the cover.
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Meanwhile, back at the café, Hanbin had just finished cleaning up after the last of the customers. He was about to grab his things and head out when he noticed something on the counter—a bag that definitely didn’t belong to him.
Hao’s bag.
“What the hell?” Hanbin muttered, tilting his head in confusion. He glanced around the café, expecting Hao to come rushing back for it, but the place was empty.
As he picked it up, a flash of lightning lit up the sky outside, followed by a crack of thunder. Hanbin frowned, his thoughts shifting as he peered out the window. The rain was coming down in sheets, and he felt a pang of worry for Hao.
“He better not be out in this,” Hanbin muttered to himself, dropping the bag onto the counter and grabbing his jacket. Without thinking twice, he rushed out the door, intent on finding Hao.
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Hao stood under the awning, his heart pounding, not just from the exertion of running back but from the realization that he was now drenched and freezing. He looked up at the rain, wishing he had thought to check the weather before leaving the café.
Why am I so careless?
Just then, he heard footsteps splashing through the puddles nearby. He turned, half-hoping it was someone he knew, but instead, it was Hanbin, soaked but undeniably hot in his wet clothes, his hair sticking to his forehead.
