"Thank you"

Seonghwas voice was soft as he thanked the barista, bowing his head down before taking the two cups of cappuchino you ordered. He passed one of them to you as he started walking towards the exit of the small cafe.

The streets of Gangnam were surprisingly quiet in the cold night, the few people out at this hour not paying you any attention. Thankfully.

His warm hand found yours, his thumb softly stroking your skin. The falling snow danced in the wind, creating a beautiful contrast against the pavement you were walking on. The moonlight danced across his soft features, making him look even more heavenly than usual.