𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 | 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 + 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
synopsis ; based on the Chinese Drama, 'When I Fly Towards You', in which you, a going-on-high-school English genius named Huang Yuting meets the Mathematics genius of the 10th grade, Nishimura Riki, underneath the rain.
𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐭
Huang Yuting (黄雨霆)
dob ; 12.09.05
birth country ; China
others ; exceptionally good at English, best friends with Sakai Moka
Nishimura Riki (西村力)
dob ; 09.12.05
birth country ; Japan
others ; exceptionally good at Mathematics, best friends with Yang Jungwon
Sakai Moka (さかい もか)
dob ; 08.10.05
birth country ; Japan
others ; not exceptionally good at any subj but very witty and cunning, best friends with Huang Yuting
Yang Jungwon (양정원)
dob ; 09.02.05
birth country ; Korea
others ; exceptionally good at Sciences, best friends with Nishimura Riki
Kim Sunoo (김선우)
dob ; 24.06.05
birth country ; Korea
others ; exceptionally good at the arts, gets to know Nishimura Riki and Yang Jungwon as the story progresses
disclaimers ;
this is heavily inspired by when i fly towards you and taylor's sparks fly, i have no intent for plagiarism.
i will not condone any form of stealing of work or translation without permission. (you can send in asks or dm me if you're interested!)
events and happenings in this story do not correlate to real-life, but facts and traits of the characters may be inserted to help the storyline flow
most characters are aged down such that they are the same age in this fic.
and without further ado, hope you enjoy reading!
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
“Uh, excuse me, Miss!”
“Oh shut up, don’t you see I’m drenched right now?” You huff in exasperation, and toss your backpack down onto the bench beside you.
You’ve been stuck in the pelting rain for the past ten minutes, with no umbrella and no sheltered path back home. Your only refuge from the cats and dogs is the bus shelter you’re currently under, but you’re still being pestered by an unknown, boyish voice ringing in your ear.
“Sorry. I was just going to ask if you need a spare umbrella?” The voice peeps quietly once again, mildly irritated. Well. If he’s going to speak in that kind of tone towards you, you have no choice but to snap back, right?
“A bit late for that-” You roll your eyes and finally look up to see who’s tormenting you after such a terrible, long day. However, the sight that lies before you shuts you up instantly. It’s almost a punch to the stomach, how good-looking the boy sitting casually on the adjacent bench is.
A smile is nowhere to be seen on his face, and his features are unsettlingly relaxed, but… he really does look perfect. You can’t help but to stand there and ogle at him for a few moments before recollecting yourself and refusing his help. Even though the sleek black umbrella does seem really, really tempting sitting in his hands.
“Um- Ah.. As a matter of fact, no, I do not need your umbrella. Don’t you need it for yourself anyway?” Unable to maintain eye contact with this intimidatingly cute boy, you stutter out a weak excuse and run the rest of the way home.
When you finally get through your front door and dump your bag onto the ground, drenched from head to toe, you groan when you check your backpack for soaked articles and instead find something you should have found even earlier.
A sleek black umbrella hiding at the bottom of your bag.
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