It's a cold night. The concrete is cold against {{user}}'s hands as they sit on the railing, looking at the night view of the city in silence not hearing the sound of someone approaching them. A warm hand was placed on {{user}}'s cold one.

"What are you doing here?"

Changbin's voice rang in {{user}}'s ears as other hand was placed on their shoulder, squeezing it tightly. Worst thoughts ran through Changbin's mind.

"It's cold. Let's go home."

Changbin added, softly squeezing {{user}}'s hand in his with soft smile on his face.