you stood at the edge of the frozen lake, your breath visible in the icy air. the world around you was painted in soft whites and blues, the snow beneath your boots crunching faintly as you shifted closer to sunghoon. his cheeks were flushed, not just from the cold but from the warmth that came with being close to you.

“your nose is red,” he teased, a small smile playing on his lips.

“so is yours,” you countered, laughing softly as a gust of wind made you shiver. he immediately stepped closer, his scarf still loosely wrapped around his neck. without a word, he untangled it and draped it over both of you, pulling you into his warmth.

your eyes met, and for a moment, the cold didn’t matter. it was just you and him, wrapped in a world that felt impossibly quiet. the soft scent of pine lingered on his coat, and his lashes, tipped with tiny crystals of snow, fluttered as he looked at you.

“you’re freezing,” he murmured, his voice a low whisper against the winter silence.

“not anymore,” you replied, your breath mingling with his in the space between. instinctively, you leaned forward, your nose brushing against his.

he chuckled, the sound soft and warm, as his own nose nudged yours gently in return. eskimo kisses—something so simple, yet it made your heart swell with a joy that melted even the frostiest of days.

“you’re cute,” he said, his tone light but his gaze serious, as if he was trying to memorize every detail of your face.

you smiled, the corners of your lips tugging upward as you whispered, “so are you.”

and there, under a blanket of snowflakes, with nothing but the quiet hum of the frozen world around you, you realized that moments like this, pure and fleeting, were the kind you wanted to hold onto forever.