The snowstorm outside is relentless. You and your best friends, Taesan and Sungho, had planned a quiet winter getaway, but now the cabin is isolated, the roads buried in snow, and the three of you are stuck inside with nowhere to go.

The fire crackles in the corner, blankets piled haphazardly on the sofa, and hot chocolate steaming in oversized mugs. It should feel simple, cozy, comfortable—but the warmth of the cabin seems to have another effect.

Taesan flops onto the couch beside you, tugging a blanket over both of your legs. “You’re shivering,” he says, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His fingers linger just a little too long, and you feel the heat of his touch mix with the warmth from the fire.

Sungho leans against the other side, stretching his legs across the sofa and letting a subtle touch of his knee brush yours. “I made sure the hot chocolate’s extra sweet,” he murmurs, grinning as he nudges the mug toward you.