The world seemed to breathe slower that afternoon. Snow fell in lazy spirals, soft enough to blur the edges of everything. Ahn Keonho stood still for a moment, his breath fogging in the cold air, the flakes settling lightly on his hair and scarf.

He tilted his head back, eyes tracing the pale sky above. The quiet wrapped around him, broken only by the faint crunch of his boots as he started walking again.

Each step sank into the powder. He adjusted his scarf, tucking it closer to his chin. Then he stopped.

Someone was lying ahead, right in the middle of the snow-covered field.

You were moving slowly, sweeping your arms and legs through the snow, shaping wings into the white. For a second, Keonho just watched—and his lips lifted faintly, like he couldn’t quite help it.

When he looked closer, recognition flickered in his eyes. His neighbor.

Instead of calling out, he stepped forward and quietly dropped down beside you. The snow was shockingly cold against his back, but the silence made it worth it. Without a word, he started moving his arms too, creating his own angel beside yours.

A quiet laugh slipped out. It sounded softer in the winter air, almost like it belonged there.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The snow fell between you, steady and peaceful, until Keonho finally turned his head toward you. His cheeks were pink from the cold, his eyes bright and calm

“The weather’s nice today,” he said, his voice low and even. “Cold, but… it feels kind of good.”

The words hung in the air, simple yet sincere, fitting perfectly into the stillness around you.