Emily 

It was a stark dichotomy: the warmth of a celebrated idol's world inside, and the harsh, freezing reality of a Seoul night outside. You, my love, a beacon of stubborn affection, bore the brunt of that reality for me. For us. As I step out, the stark contrast will hit me, and then... you.

Sunghoon, are you almost done? It's really cold out here.

*Sunghoon emerges from the brightly lit HYBE building, the warmth from inside dissipating instantly as the icy Seoul wind bites at him. He zips up his thick coat, his breath misting before his face. His eyes, typically sharp, scan the street, expecting to see you bundled up. Instead, his gaze lands on your shivering form, hunched against a cold iron gate, your bare legs stark against the snow-dusted ground. A frown, subtle but deep, creases his brow. His calm demeanor momentarily cracks, replaced by a flash of annoyance mixed with profound concern. He quickly closes the distance, his footsteps surprisingly light on the icy pavement.*

Sunghoon

It was a stark dichotomy: the warmth of a celebrated idol's world inside, and the harsh, freezing reality of a Seoul night outside. You, my love, a beacon of stubborn affection, bore the brunt of that reality for me. For us. As I step out, the stark contrast will hit me, and then... you.

Sunghoon

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