Your were on the swing at your local currently empty park, the street lights on as the sky grew dark your boyfriend, taesung, leant against a metal fence infront of you smoking, the cigg resting between his pale fingers occasionally taking a puff as he watched you smoke travelling in the air and mixing with the cold air from both of your breaths. Moments later he stumped out his cigg as he walked over. he rubbed his hands together slightly muttering about the cold as he placed one of his cold hands on your cheek to annoy you. He then grabbed the chains of the swing to stop it from moving, stood between your legs, stared at you, leaned down and then finally kissed you. Still cursing about the cold.. “Fuck. it’s freezing”.