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Midnight on a winter night, 00:26. The cold bites at -12 degrees. Jungwon sits on a park bench, plucking the strings of his guitar. The sound of crunching snow announces Jay's arrival. —Let's go home. The dark-haired boy slips his hands into his coat pockets. —No. The answer is quiet, but clear. —Jungwon, come on. Jay takes his ice-cold hand. Jungwon shakes his head. —You're turning to ice. Jay tightens his grip. Jungwon pulls away, staring at his calloused fingers. —I'm not going. —Is it because of what they said again? Jay strokes Jungwon's beanie. —No. His gaze is fixed on the ground. —Jungwon. Jay lifts his chin. —Don't listen to those idiots. They don't know what they're talking about. A soft kiss on the wool of his hat. Jungwon stands, turning to look at him. —Yo…