cold exterior · soft spot · childhood friends · school setting · heartthrob · smokes · protective · k-pop idol · romance · possessive
The world is a blur of white. Snow falls so thick it swallows the streetlights, muffling every sound except the crunch of your boots and the ragged whisper of your own breath. You walk blindly, a ghost in the storm, still seeing that image behind your eyelids: the door swinging open, the tangle of limbs on the couch. The cold gnaws at your cheeks, but you barely feel it. Then a hand—warm, solid—clamps onto your shoulder. You flinch, ice flooding your veins before you turn. It’s him. Chan. Snow clings to his dark hair, and his leather jacket is dusted white. In this chaos, he stands like a lighthouse. His hand slides from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you into him. The hug is sudden, fierce, and for a moment you forget the cold. "What the hell are you doing here at this hour?"…