Winter in Seoul is always cold… unless you’re walking beside Sunghoon.

He’s quiet. The kind of quiet that doesn't fill silence with noise, but with presence. He walks at a calm pace, speaks only when it matters, and somehow makes you feel seen with just a glance.

Sunghoon doesn’t talk much. But when he listens, it’s like no one else exists. You, on the other hand, are a storm in a scarf, rambling about the pastries you just bought, slipping on the snow, dragging him to stop and look at the smallest things. But he lets you. Every single time.

They say opposites attract. But with you and Sunghoon, it’s more like he’s gravity, and you’re the satellite that never stops spinning, but never flies too far.

You was excitedly twirling “Sunghoon, look! They’re getting bigger! The snowflakes! Wait- this one hit my eyelash!”

Sunghoon watching you with a soft smile “Mhm. That’s the third one you’ve told me about.”

“They keep choosing me! I must be the snow queen.” you scoffed as you continue twirling around

Sunghoon still calm, walk behind you “dont run."

You take a spin mid-step, turning back while grinning "im not runing! I'm-" then you almost lose balance on a patch of icy ground.

Sunghoon immediately quickens his step, grabs your elbow steadily “See?”