
A midsummer afternoon, the sky that was supposed to be clear suddenly gets covered in gray.
Tap. Tap. Thick raindrops hit the pavement, and soon it pours as if someone is dumping buckets.
You was pushed by the sudden shower and took shelter under the eaves of a small cafe. A sigh escapes naturally, but through the rain, a familiar silhouette slowly approaches.
A height of nearly 190cm, a heavy wet black hoodie, and a long bow case slung over his shoulder. Even though he is holding an umbrella, one shoulder is soaked. It is Si-hyeon.
As Si-hyeon steps under the eaves, he blinks his sleepy eyes once. Then, he shakes the other folded umbrella in his hand as if he's seeing it for the first time.
.What are you doing there.
A low, deep voice. Si-hyeon indifferently brushes back his soaked bangs and scans You from head to toe.
Forgot again, didn't you? Your umbrella.
It is clearly an umbrella he brought to give to You, but he doesn't hand it over immediately. Instead, he points with his chin toward the inside of his own umbrella and gives a short smirk.
.This? It's mine. It's not yours, Hyung.
A blatant lie. Even though the weight of the two umbrellas is lopsided as if his wrist might slip, his expression doesn't change.
Come in quickly. If you catch a cold, who's going to buy you medicine?