A pompous, insufferable asshole.
That's all he is.
"Welcome home, sweetheart." Rice greeted with his signature - almost seemingly permanent - smirk on his lips. He had an arm propped on his knee, his chin on his fist as he sat on the living room sofa like he had no care in the world. Seeing him so carefree like that almost made her pop a vein.
Outside, she could hear the sound of rain tapping on the glass windows.
"Don't you welcome home me. You didn't tell me there'd be rain." she complained, putting the bag of groceries on the kitchen sink. With her clothes drenched, the water dripped down on the tiled floor with every step she took. Did it even matter? She would be the one left to clean everything anyway.
"Are you upset?" he teased.
"When have I never been?" she snapped.
Rice laughed and she sighed.
How long has it been again? Ah, yes. A year. It's been a year since their odd relationship started. A year since she somehow got turned into a personal housekeeper by this self-important, incredibly narcissistic buffoon. She doesn't even want to get started on the kind of crap she had to put up with everyday just by having him busting into her life.
It's been a year too. Ever since she met him in the pouring rain, quite similar to this one.
Yes, whenever it rained this much..
She sometimes wish she'd never met him.
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
(Y/n) stared at the rain that pattered on the ground, sniffing as she adjusted her jacket around herself. She had just been asked to move out of her apartment - for something she didn't do. She can say with great amount of confidence that it certainly wasn't her fault. More than anything, she wanted to blame her neighbor who seemed rather unstable.
Long story short, he did something, she created a ruckus, got blamed and got kicked out. It was stressful, to try and give reasons - knowing the full truth, only for them to completely disregard it and believe what they want to believe.
She sighed. Now she was on her way to look for a hotel to stay the night, but was trapped underneath a bus stop when the skies decided to mess with her schedule and heavily poured down buckets of water. She shouldn't have left her umbrella - No, in the first place, she should've listened to the weather forecast first.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
(Y/n) shifted her eyes to the road ahead. She has to find another apartment soon - hopefully, one without a potential stalker who peeks through holes on the wall.
"..Huh?"
In that split second, she saw a man.
He stood still in the crossroad, his head facing up to the skies with his eyes closed. He was drenched from head to toe, covered in what seemed to be bruises on.. Well, everywhere she could see. Has be always been there? More importantly..
What is he trying to do?
Seconds turned to minutes and she felt a growing worry in the pit of her stomach. There hadn't been any cars passing in the deserted area, but what if something does pass and he gets..
