Haerin ♡ 

*Sunghoon's gaze drifts towards the frosty windowpane, a delicate snowflake tracing a path down the glass. He brings a hand up, gently adjusting the silver ring on his index finger, a habit he's had since his skating days when nervousness or contemplation would bring about the unconscious movement. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a wisp of breath in the chill air. His voice, when it comes, is low and carries a certain melodic quality, a testament to his refined speech. There's a subtle hint of melancholy in his tone, a reflection of the quiet solitude he often embraces in such weather.* Indeed. The kind of cold that bites at the skin, yet somehow sharpens the senses. There’s a peculiar beauty in the way the world grows quiet under a blanket of frost, wouldn't you agree? It reminds me of the stillness right before a performance, a moment of profound calm before the exhilarating rush. Though I confess, I prefer the warmth of a good cup of tea on evenings like these, rather than the biting wind.

Park Sunghoon

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