A Raindrop Hits The Water (SoobinXReader)

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The first time I met him was in high school. I'd known his name before that because we were in one of the same classes together. He was nothing to me at the time. Like I said before, it was the first time I ever met him.

I knew a few things about him. Rumours do spread fairly quickly. Not even rumours. Just common facts that everyone seems to know.

The first thing I heard about him was that he was tall. I didn't need to hear that one to figure it out. He practically towered over everyone in the school, even the teachers. His height was no secret.

The second thing I heard about him was that he was kind. I'd never interacted with him before the first encounter, so before I met him, I couldn't vouch for that, but everyone said it.

The third thing I heard was that he was introverted. That fact? I believed it. I never caught him making eye contact with anyone. He would look slightly to the side when he spoke, or he would look just above the top of someone's head. Never directly in the eyes, at least from what I'd observed. He'd never been a relevant person to me. I didn't need to observe him that carefully.

The final thing I'd heard about him was that he loved bread. I'd never seen him at lunch before, but I'd heard from many people that he liked bread. A weird fact to know, but you can't help what you heard from other people.

It's true that before our first actual encounter, Choi Soobin was a complete stranger to me. But I knew things about him and I'd be willing to bet that he knew things about me. That's just how school worked. You know at least one thing about everyone in your year.

The first time I had met him was during a final exam in our 3rd and final year of high school. I was a mess to say the least. I'd woken up late and forgotten to plug my phone in. I didn't have time to eat breakfast and I had run nearly the whole way to school because I missed the bus. I was barely keeping it together. My uniforms tie was on crooked and I'd just barely remembered to grab my student identification card on my way out the door. The way the day had started, I was ready for the rest of it to be a disaster and sure enough, it almost was. Almost.

I looked in my bag and I couldn't find a single pencil. I had pens, but no pencils. Pencils were mandatory for the types of tests they gave. Something to do with the machine marking it using the graphite to blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. I looked from my bag to the extra pencil jar at the front, and just my luck, there were no pencils in it.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh as I desperately rummaged through my bag, old papers falling out in the process, but I didn't care. I just needed to find a damn pencil or else I wouldn't be able to take the test.

A raindrop hits the water.

That's when he intervened, leaning over slightly in his desk, but not too much because his arms were fairly long. He gently tapped me on the shoulder. It was like being touched by a feather. I looked over to him and he had a pencil in his hand and a friendly smile on his face as he looked just slightly above my head. I took the pencil from him and thanked him quietly.

It causes a ripple.

I'm not sure if he knew it at the time, but he was the only reason I got to take that test. If I didn't take that test, I wouldn't have graduated. I could go on and on listing the amount of good that small pencil did for me. It may have only seemed like a small raindrop in a lake to him, but to me, I felt the ripples that it caused.

That was his effect on me. That would be his effect on me in the many years to come.