Rain Came With You
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Complete Sun, Jul 20, 202521m
It was raining again.
Seonghwa sat on the curb, soaked, cigarette long gone soggy between his fingers. His modeling agency ghosted him. Again. His apartment was barely livable. And honestly, if one more person called his look "outdated," he might scream.
But he didn't.
He sat there, staring at the puddle pooling around his boots. Until a pair of white sneakers stopped in front of him.
"Hey." A small voice, calm but firm. "You're gonna catch a cold."
"Come with me. Just for tonight. I'm not gonna leave you out here."
And he especially didn't expect to follow.
But he did.
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