When the rain comes down

Episode 1) The Yellow-Haired Ssagaji

 

It was an unusually gloomy afternoon, with the weather, my mood, and the work I was assigned feeling particularly gloomy.

 

I am Supli, the youngest writer who just joined FBS.

 

That day, I was running around like crazy, with a lot of urgent work to prepare at the broadcasting station. Besides assisting with the script for [A Single Ray of Light: Audition 11], which is currently receiving the most attention from our FBS, I'm also struggling with the email I accidentally pressed just a moment ago and the filming preparations. -_-

 

 

 

"Plissie, where did the file I left here go?"

 

"Huh..? PD Seo took that away to look at for a bit..."

 

"What? You should take good care of it. What if I let you take it away!!"

 

"Ah... I'm sorry."

 

Look at this. My mistakes never go away. (I don't know if they're really my mistakes, though.)

 

I was so busy working that I found it tiresome to even walk. My pace became hurried. However, there was someone whose pace didn't keep pace with my hurried pace.

 

 

Over there, over there, the yellow-haired prince.

 

 

 

 

I don't usually use the word "prince" when I'm ogling, but that guy is... incredibly handsome... that unique, captivating beauty. Sparkling eyes and distinct features... just like a prince...

 

"Oh, Supple. Come on. You're not busy, are you? Think to yourself, 'What?'"

 

Despite his handsome appearance, the blonde always stood out with his sharp, cold tone of voice. Rumors spread that he didn't even do what others told him to do, doing whatever he pleased.

 

Today, he suddenly came towards me.

 

"...?" 

 

 

 

 

"Get out of the way"

 

"yes?"

 

"Ha... there's no way to get out of the way in one go. Anyway."

 

The yellow-haired man said so and passed by.

 

When Supli heard that, he turned around and stared blankly at him.

 

'What is it now? What is it? What did I do wrong ;;

What kind of person is that person? What does he eat to live like that?

 

Even amidst such a cold attitude, I saw sad eyes every day. Somewhere... sad blue eyes.

 

 

 

"Why do you talk to people so distantly? Yeah... That person must have been hurt by the world. That's probably why they act like that."

 

I used to come to that conclusion on my own.

 

 

 

***

 

 

But one day, when I was passing by in a hurry and ran into him, my patience reached its limit.

 

The blonde was walking with a book and a CD in her hand. She was walking with a blank expression, without a single glance or word.

 

 

at that time.

 

puck-

 

As I turned the corner, the yellow-haired man suddenly turned and charged at me.

 

The two stumbled and fell over in an instant.

 

 

 

 

Books and CDs are scattered everywhere, it's a mess.

 

"Ouch....."

 

 

It hurts so much I can't even hear the sound of crying -_-

 

The blonde wiped her lips with her hand, and a little blood came out.

 

"Uh...uh...!! It's okay..."

 

 

 

“Ha… This really sucks.”

 

 

"yes?"

 

'What did I do wrong?'

 

Outside the window, a heavy rain was falling.