Unexpected Meeting in the Rain

She walked down the street with her leather bag on her shoulder, tears streaming down her face, as she replayed that night's events over and over again in her head. . .

"Umma?! What are you doing?!" You say panicking as you see her tearing apart your room, and throwing a few articles of clothing into a large leather over-the-shoulder bag. She stayed silent and continued by putting a hairbrush, and wallet in your bag. She then grabs your wrist and drags you forcefully to the door, at first you are reluctant, but when her hand flies through the air, making contact with your cheek, tears start to well up in your eyes and you finally submit and allow her to drag you to the door without resistance. "Appa! Umma! What's going on?!" You asked with pure fear in your eyes as they stared blankly at you. Your mom threw the bag into your hands and glared at you, and your father proceeded to say "Geum Hee, there comes a time when people become bored with something, and consider giving up. . ." He paused for a moment and you just stood there as your tears slid down your cheeks and fell to the ground. "We have given it a year, and it still isn't improving. . .You are now free from this house, so please, don't ever come back." There was no stop to your tears at this point, and they motioned to the door and ushered you out. "Taking care of you is troublesome" your mother added. "We have become bored with you. . . so it's time for you to leave, Geum Hee."

'Don't ever come back. . .'

'Troublesome. . . ' 'It's time for you to leave. . .' Those words just kept running through her head, and she didn't know what to do. She had previously thought she had the perfect life, sure she had no close friends, but her family got along and just seemed so perfect. And now she out on the streets, with no one to go to, because no one cares anymore. . .

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It was so hard for her to calm down. The night's previous events just wouldn't get out of her head and it was making her miserable. Geumhee's vision was completely blurry, thanks to her nonstop tears, so she could hardly see where she was going. As she continued to walk aimlessly, her head came into contact with something, causing her to hear a bang! and fall to the ground. She slowly started to black out, her vision fading to black and her body refused to respond to her. All she could hear was footsteps hurriedly headed towards her.

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Zelo was deep in thought when he heard it. Bang! He looked over and saw a girl, who looked as if she had walked into the light post, fall to the ground he immediately ran over to her. "Are you okay?!" He asked anxiously when he finally reached her, but she didn't answer. "Y-yah! Are you okay?!" . . .Still no answer. He checked the time, It's nearly midnight, 'a girl shouldn't be wandering the streets alone this late at night!' He thought, and then decided there was only one thing he could do for her. He carefully placed an arm underneath her back and propped her up while he slid his other arm underneath her legs, holding her tight, yet gently enough so that she wouldn't be harmed. He lifted her up and headed to his dorm; thankfully everyone had already gone to bed so he was able to sneak her in without any of his hyungs knowing; he had figured they'd tease him if they knew he brought a girl home--especially this late at night. . . .And then there was Himchan hyung, who will hopefully never find out, mainly because he'd end up hitting on her, and that would create a bit of a situation. . .as usual.

When he got into his room he laid her down on his bed as gently as possible and as he tucked her in, he was able to get a better look at her face, she was about the same age as you, and absolutely gorgeous. He unknowingly had brought a hand to her face and moved some strands of hair out of her face. He had never seen such a pretty girl. After observing her a bit more, his eyes now traveling from her perfect lips to her eyes, he noticed that the area around her eyes was still damp, and a light shade of red, indicating that she had probably been crying. He gently caressed her cheek while leaning down and gently pressed his lips against her forehead. Realizing that he had actually done this, he blushed immensely and looked away for a moment before remembering how unusually hot her forehead had been. He gently rested the back of his hand against her forehead for a moment which confirmed his suspicions. He then began to panic a bit, how was he supposed to take care of her? He got up and bit his lip, heading to his bathroom and wetting a facecloth. "Thankfully I have no practice tomorrow. . ." he mumbled. He didn't know what it was, but he really cared for this girl, even though he didn't know her he still thought of her as one of the most important beings in his life. He headed back over to her with the wet facecloth, folding it and lovingly placing it on her forehead. He kept changing the facecloth every hour and cared for her to the best of his ability, constantly admiring her beautiful features until he eventually fell asleep beside her.