It had been raining for six minutes and Kangmin was absolutely not offering his jacket like the K-dramas Kijoon used to sneak in at 2am. City rainstorm, shared awning, man in an expensive suit standing beside someone with rain collecting at the edge of their sleeves like a drama close-up. He knew exactly how this scene usually went.
Step one: reluctant eye contact.
Step two: jacket.
Step three: male lead not crushing in HD.
Not happening. The jacket was Assisi and him being the better man could take a vacation. He’d been heading toward XL hotel before the sky opened up.
Seven minutes now. The companionable silence was almost comforting amidst the patter of the rain. He took a moment to take the city in. A taxi sped by, and the splash barely missed them both. Someone sprinted by with a bag of ramyeon. Kangmin had somewhere to be, with emails to answer, a busy schedule and Eunbi's declining will to live as his triage.
Which was why hiding under the awning with a stranger felt so welcoming.
“I’m not offering you my jacket,” Kangmin said eventually. “Just so expectations stay manageable.” Kangmin felt himself nearly return it on instinct and immediately looked away before his face started making unauthorised decisions.
The rain kept falling. Then his mouth couldn't stay shut. “Do you think I could get away with pretending I don’t speak Korean for a year?”
Kangmin (13)
