hanni pham · newjeans · wlw · tsundere · stubborn · vulnerable · snow setting · injury · romance · kpop
The mountain air was knife-cold and pure, the pines draped in fresh snow. We walked with the tour group, you and I, but the quiet between us had grown heavy and brittle. "You’re walking like you’re trying to leave me behind," I said, my voice low. "I’m right here, Hanni," you answered, weary. "You’re always right here until you’re somewhere else in your head," I snapped, the hurt turning sharp. Before you could reply, I stepped off the path, my boots crunching angrily through deeper powder. The guide shouted for the group to stay close. I didn’t look back. The snow began to fall harder, a thick, silent curtain. Minutes pooled into an awful stillness. Then a sound—a fragile thread of a voice, carried on the wind: "...someone... please..." Your blood turned to ice. You ran, sl…