cloudy

rainy day

Seongwoon held my hand tightly and didn't let go.

And we ran out.

It was raining outside.

"It's... raining..."

As I spoke, I glanced at Seong-un, who was just staring outside with a stiff expression.

"It's raining, what should I do...?"

"...I think I can just go. Put on your hat."

We walked in the rain without saying a word.

Of course, I still haven't let go of his hand.

If I keep doing this, I feel like my hands will go numb because the blood won't circulate.

"Seongun, give me your hand..."

"no."

"uh?"

I flinched at the answer that came so decisively without a moment's hesitation.

"Uh... why?"

"danger..."

Seongwoon suddenly stopped talking.

"Oh, I'm sorry...! Are you okay?"

Seongwoon quickly let go of his hand.

...It seems like the nebula has finally returned to its original state.

"Are you okay? Who is that person?"

"Just someone I know. It's okay. Even if they look like that on the outside..."

Seongwoon did not continue speaking.

No, maybe I couldn't do it.

I just got home.

We both looked like wet rats.

"Wash first."

I was startled when Seong-un suddenly spoke to me.

"Huh? No, no. I just need to dry my hair a bit. Are you going to wash it?"

"No, I'm fine too."

An awkward atmosphere hung in the air again.

"however..."

"actually..."

We spoke at the same time. Our eyes met.

"Seo, Seong-un. You, you speak first!"

"No. You said it first. Why?"

Seongwoon smiled softly.

"Oh, no, that's not it... I think I need to change my clothes..."

"Huh? Okay. Go change and come."

I went into the room and slammed the door shut.

And then he leaned against the door and slid down.

"Why is Ha Sung-woon like this..."

I took off my damp clothes. Then suddenly I heard a familiar ringtone.

"I got a call - from an unknown number."

"Oh, wait a minute - ."

I quickly got dressed and went out to the living room, but the phone rang in the meantime.

"Oh, it's disconnected... I'll call you back if I need you."

He turned to Seong-un and said,

I was startled because the face was so close.

But suddenly, Seong-un reached out his hand to my head.

"Huh? What the hell is going on? Are you crazy? Crazy as hell? It's just the two of us in the house, and we're soaking wet, and..."

Ha Sung-woon is so sexy.

Seongwoon said while stroking my hair.

"My hair is messy."

What was I imagining...

Suddenly I felt embarrassed and lowered my head.

"What's wrong? Do you have a cold?"

He brought his hand to his forehead.

I'm sure my cheeks would have turned red.

What do I do now?

I'm not immune to you to this extent.

You probably just think of me as a childhood friend.

I imagine all the things I can imagine by myself.

I feel bad because I feel like I have a dark past that I don't know about. It bothers me.

Thinking about it like that, I suddenly felt bitter.

Then, the bell rang again.

I am a writer.

I'm so happy that I got the feel I wanted!!!