Whispers in the Art Room| Hamin Lee x OC

The rain poured relentlessly, a steady rhythm against the school windows. Hamin Lee sat by the window, his canvas untouched, lost in thoughts too heavy to carry. She stepped into the art room, her voice breaking the stillness. "Hamin."

He didn't respond, his eyes fixed on the rain. She reached out, gently taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. "Come with me."

Without a word, she led him outside, the cold rain soaking them both. "Why are we out here?" he asked, his voice soft. She smiled, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. "Because sometimes, when the world feels heavy, you need to feel alive again."

As the rain poured down, she whispered, "If you feel tired, look for the sun. Even on gloomy days, it's waiting to shine again."

Hamin's voice broke the silence. "I've always thought... the rain reminds me of everything I can't fix. It drowns out my thoughts, my voice, even memories I want to hold onto."

She stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. "Then let it wash away what you don't need. But don't let it take the good things-the moments that made you happy, the people who cared for you."

He met her gaze, his eyes searching. "Nabi, you talk like it's so easy."

"It's not," she admitted. "But you don't have to do it alone. I'll be here, even when the sun feels gone."

Hamin's faint smile broke through his storm. "You're... different," he paused. "You make it sound like there's something worth waiting for."

"There is," she replied softly. "You just need to see it. And if you can't, I'll remind you until you do."

The rain lightened, turning to a soft drizzle. Hamin tilted his head toward the sky, eyes closing, testing her words. When he looked back at her, there was a flicker of hope in his gaze.

"Maybe... the sun will come back," he said, almost to himself.

She smiled, stepping beside him. "It always does."