The night was quiet except for the distant hum of the city and the occasional crunch of snow beneath your boots. The streetlights cast a golden glow over the white landscape, making the world look softer, almost like something out of a dream.

Sunoo, wrapped in his thick coat and scarf, had collapsed onto the snow with a dramatic sigh, limbs spread out like he was making a snow angel. His breath curled in the cold air as he stared up at the endless winter sky, the stars barely visible behind the soft falling snow.

“Help me up,” he whined, reaching out lazily. His voice was light, teasing, but there was a glint in his eyes that should have been a warning.

The moment hands reached for him, Sunoo’s fingers curled into the fresh snow, and with a swift flick of his wrist, he sent a flurry of cold straight into your face.

He cackled, rolling onto his side as he grinned, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh no,” he gasped, barely containing his laughter. “Did I do that? My hands must’ve slipped—so clumsy of me.”