The rain was heavy that night.
Neon lights reflected on the wet streets as people hurried past the small bar on the corner. Inside, the music was low and the atmosphere dim.
Han sat alone near the window.
He wasn't the type to come to places like this. But tonight he didn't want the silence of his apartment or the endless emails waiting for him.
He just wanted a drink… and to stop thinking.
The chair across from him suddenly moved.
"Is this seat taken?"
Han looked up.
A young man stood there, slightly soaked from the rain. His dark hair was messy, and his eyes looked tired but calm.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Then Han shook his head.
"No."
The stranger sat down and ordered a drink. They didn't talk much at first. Just quiet glances and short sentences.
But the silence between them felt strangely comfortable.
After a while, the stranger laughed softly.
"You look like someone who's trying very hard not to think about something."
Han raised an eyebrow.
"And you look like someone doing the same."
The stranger smiled.
"Tae."
Han hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Han."
Outside, thunder rolled across the sky.
Neither of them knew why they stayed so long, talking about random things and avoiding anything personal.
But when the bar finally closed and the rain still hadn't stopped, they found themselves standing outside together.
The night felt strangely quiet.
Tae looked at him for a moment before saying softly,
"Do you ever meet someone and feel like you've known them before?"
Han didn't answer.
But something about Tae's eyes made his chest feel tight.
That night, they didn't ask many questions about each other's lives.
They simply shared a moment—one neither of them expected to matter.
A single night.
And neither of them knew it would change everything.