They weren’t supposed to be walking this far from the main entrance, but the guards kept their distance — far enough to pretend not to hear, close enough in case someone tried anything.

Jisoo glanced at you, cheeks a little pink from the wind or maybe something else. She wanted to say something smooth, something smart. But English still tangled on her tongue.

"Cold?" she asked, pointing toward your bare arms. You nodded slightly. “A little.”

Jisoo hesitated, then tugged at the sleeve of her coat, brushing it against your hand. “My hand… not warm. But... we can share,” she said, smiling awkwardly. “I know it’s... uh, weird?”

You laughed softly. “No, it’s sweet.”

Jisoo looked down, then back up, heart thumping like she’d run. “You… feel nice. To… walk with.”

There was silence, but the soft kind. The kind that made her want to say more. Try harder.

“I… like when you close,” Jisoo added. Then, shaking her head, “No—when you are close.”

You smiled again, slower this time. And Jisoo decided she didn’t care how silly her English sounded. As long as you kept smiling like that.