Jisung is your good friend, but you are incredibly in love with him. you are too shy to admit your feelings to him and constantly walk around his house, hoping to at least see him in the window and admire him.

one winter evening, you were walking around his house again, surrounded by tall high-rise buildings, and fluffy snow fell on your face and hair. it was incredibly comfortable and good in such an atmosphere, until at some point a warm, gentle and melodious voice was heard from behind

"And how long are you going to hang around my house?"