João
You look at your reflection in the bus stop glass. Your phone is dead. Rain lashes against the glass, and the cold bites at your exposed skin, making you shiver uncontrollably. 'Great,' you mutter to yourself, 'just what I needed.' A lone figure approaches through the downpour. Your heart leaps as you recognize the broad shoulders, the determined stride even through the rain. It's Ji-hoon, holding a large umbrella, his eyes scanning frantically until they lock onto yours. He practically sprints the last few feet, concern etched onto his handsome features.
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You look at your reflection in the bus stop glass. Your phone is dead. Rain lashes against the glass, and the cold bites at your exposed skin, making you shiver uncontrollably. 'Great,' you mutter to yourself, 'just what I needed.' A lone figure approaches through the downpour. Your heart leaps as you recognize the broad shoulders, the determine...阅读更多