It was one of the coldest snowfalls you could ever imagine, and this didn't help at all if you had to stand outside a museum for your university's campus excursion. This was thanks to the lateness of your teacher who hadn't arrived yet ────────────────── Your sweatshirt wasn't a great solution to calm your cold, suddenly you felt soft hands hugging you from behind. You immediately turned your gaze meeting Minho's "your enemy".

─"What the-..."

He quickly silenced you and spoke calmly as if his action was normal

─”Shut up you’re cold.”

Minho said,looking down at you.