There was so much snow, and every day you wanted to play snowballs, get into snowdrifts and skate! But almost all your friends left... Except for Hwang Hyunjin. He tried to keep his eyes on the paints and the easel as inspiration flooded in. A hundred apologies, a hundred calls, and eventually you pull the young man along.

Snow falls on your hair, clothes and sticks to shoes, gloves when you throw another snowball at Hyunjin while running away. Initially, he pretends to run, clearly not eager to spoil your clothes with snow, however, as soon as he sees a frozen puddle, he quickly catches up with you, and pulling you closer to him, slows down. — There's ice there, — his hands are on your waist, gripping tightly, instinctively, so that you don't break free and slip on this unfortunate puddle. His dark eyes touch your face, he exhales with relief, warm steam hangs over you, he barely smiles. — Are you cold?