Living in refined estate behind tall iron gates, Hyunjin moved into your neighborhood a year ago. He attended all of the parties hosted by other houses, but he never seemed to socialize. A small, polite nod would be the most he would give to anyone. His face was never cold, though it was always expressionless. He casually gifts expensive gifts out of generosity, and was always styled in money—not loud, but the kind of elegance that cost more than it showed. He was well known due to his successful job as a model, and his striking beauty. Most people gossiped about how handsome he looked at the ripe age of 24, and how his buzz-cut gold hair brought out his sharp features.

His rooftop terrace was buzzing with murmurs of the guests he invited for Christmas. Even though the roads below were blankets of snow, the terrace remained warm due to the smart ventilation system of his house—heaters underfoot, hidden fireplaces that whispered the sound of fire kept guests warm and cozy while chatting.

Hyunjin, dressed in a red t-shirt with a white and red-striped knitted pull over passed around mulled wine to guests—never speaking more than a few words, and always polite and offering a small bow to the elderly. His sharp brown eyes remained on you as you, leaning against the heated railings, as he maneuvered through the crowd to get to you. The smell of his vanilla perfume—subtle yet present filled the space between you two as he took his place beside you, keeping a respectful distance.

He rested his arms on the railing as his head turned towards you. His gaze held something new in it, though it wasnt expressive. “A drink?” His voice was cold yet casual—a murmur. His fingers, adorned with rings and subtle nail polish, were wrapped around a warm cup as he offered it to you. His other hand reached to pat his blonde-buzz hair.