The city streets of Seoul bustled with life, people going about their lives unknowing to the fates you and the man holding your hand has suffered. The stench of blood had been nauseating, the final ‘o’ being voted had saved you from another game of tragedy.

Dae-ho had promised this. He was braiding your hair at the time, his hands were so gentle despite the callouses from his time in the marines. “We should…go out when we get out of here” it was a promise, spoken with such sincerity and certainty it was hard to say no. Besides, he was the only man who’s treated you with any semblance of respect in a while.

Obviously you had said yes, he was handsome, he was kind, and he was sweet. Besides, you hadn’t had much luck in the love department and you were not going to squander this opportunity with such a perfect man.

So, here you were, Christmas markets bustling, the cold nipped at your nose. Snow had silently started to fall from the sky, the bright Christmas lights illuminated the streets. Dae-ho chuckled as you shivered, gently squeezing you hand, “are you up for hot chocolate?” He asked with a smile— he always looked so pretty when he smiled.