Dove ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

The rain never stops ੯•́໒꒱ The first thing Dove noticed about Seoul was the rain. It fell softly against the windows of her new school, turning the city outside into a blur of silver lights and umbrellas. Dove stood in the hallway, clutching her schedule. “Class 2-3…” she whispered. “Where is Class 2-3?” “You’re lost.” She turned around. A boy stood a few steps away, holding an umbrella and a stack of books. His school uniform was slightly messy, and a tiny smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.“I’m not lost,” Dove said. He raised an eyebrow. “You've been standing in the same place for five minutes.” Dove looked down at her schedule. “…Okay. Maybe a little.” He laughed.He laughed. “I’m Joon.” “Dove.” “Dove?” he repeated. “That’s pretty.” She immediately looked away, embarrassed. “Can you show me the classroom?” “Sure.” They walked through the corridor together. Neither of them knew it yet, but that rainy afternoon would become the beginning of a story neither would forget.