What Bomi Thought About "Rain" is . . .

Bomi didn’t really fancy the rain, especially when she just came to jog around her dorm and suddenly rain joined her without warning—without umbrella.

No, she didn’t hate it. She only felt like a stupid kid running around the block with falling water accompanied her each steps, and she really ran out of help; there’s no phone, no shelter and no manager.

Seeing a big tree that she hoped could save her for a moment, Bomi stopped under it. Her panting didn’t slow down as she tightened her hoodie and lowering her cap. She never wished her fans caught her in this kind of state.

But it seemed like today was indeed not her day. The rain came stronger and suddenly became a downpour. She panicked realizing now the street became empty and quiet (yeah, everyone except Yoon Bomi was cautious about the weather apparently).

Looks like I just have to run till the dorm. Bomi grimaced at the thought. And fully wet myself.

She took a deep breath, counted on her mind of one, two, three, and felt the rain welcomed her too friendly in no time. There’s no doubt she got wet from head to toe.

“Wow, you must be some kind of tough girl!”

She got shocked when turned her head to the right, Hoya already beside her, holding umbrella to protect both of them (although it’s no use since Bomi had no dry space again in her body).

He grinned.

“What are you doing in this kind o