Heeseung

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The rain had started to fall shortly before classes ended. It wasn't a strong storm, just a gray curtain covering the streets and gently tapping against the building's large windows. From your place by the window, you watched the droplets slide down the glass while pretending to pay attention to a conversation you weren't really listening to. It was hard to concentrate when Heeseung was just a few meters away. You had known him for years.