He was the Cold Prince. He was the one everyone told me to stay away from.

I went out, without putting a jacket on, with just a black sweater and a blank, sad face. 
Sadness at Christmas is weird. Is not dark. Is colourful, is masked by a fake happiness. A happiness that tries to hide holes inside a frozen heart. Is weird. 

I couldn't sleep, so I got out in the icy air surrounded by those Christmas lights and decorations, surrounded by everyone's happiness. A happiness I could not understand. Christmas is sad. Is lonely. It makes you realize how lonely your heart actually is...

My friends were probably having fun somewhere. One of them was probably selling their heart to someone, another one was probably selling their heart just for "trying", another one was probably stuck in a room, without a heart, because they sold it to someone who threw it away, thinking it was way too cheap. An event that was probably gonna happen to the two previous ones. Probably not. Not my business anyway.

And then there was me, who had a burning heart, but a frozen body, because too stupid to bring a jacket, sitting on a swing, head resting on the chains.
Someone appeared on the swing right beside me, wearing all black clothes, pale skin and red lips, big eyes and dark hair covering one of them. He remained still for a few minutes, without saying a word, but in that silence I felt warm. I felt protected.
Many thoughts were spinning inside my head but I didn't dare to give voice to them. He was staring at me before getting up and taking off his black jacket. In that freezing air, I thought he was totally crazy.

He went behind me, before placing gently that jacket upon my shaking shoulders. I was there, frozen by the air and by his sweet gestures.

"Idiot, why didn't you wear something warmer? You want to get sick?" He chuckled, and laughed softly. His arms sliding around my shoulders, before closing it in a tight embrace. 

"Myungsoo...you will freeze"
"You know I cannot" he smiled gently. I knew he couldn't since he was the Cold Prince but yet I was worried for him.

I looked around and noticed what a weird situation was ours. His heart has always pushed away warmth, it grew familiar with cold and with loneliness. Mine was always surrounded by external warmth, but yet it was lonely and iced, because that warmth was constantly fake, just like the people who gave it.

We met, I didn't know his face, I didn't know who he was, I didn't know anything. And I told him my life because I needed to empty my heart. I told him about my pain, about my tears, in this same place, on those swings, in the same motionless cold.

We grew closer, I started to know his nature, his heart, the beautiful sensation of running my fingers through his hair, that thrilling sensation of his kisses, the warmness of his soul, and I was no longer alone. He was dangerous, but I had the stupid or either super right feeling that, no matter what, he would never hurt me.

I was actually right. I knew he needed me. He needed and wanted to be next to me, protecting my thin body that is so afraid of the cold, making me realize that after all, the world isn't that bad and brooding.
I wanted to protect him too, in the same way he always did with me. He protected me harshly and without hearing any words when it came to other guys, he protected me tenderly and lovingly when it came to sadness, that sadness that brings tears in your eyes, and loneliness, and cold. Because actually, I was weak. No matter who strong I looked.

I looked at him, who came in front of me, and tears were slightly blurring my eyes. I started to his bare arms gently, wanting to warm him up anyway.
"What are you doing baby?" He asked with a low voice
"I don't want you to feel cold" my voice was slightly interrupted by my tears. His skin was warm, my fingertips were cold. 
"Don't cry" he whispered. It seemed like he knew everything. It seemed like he knew what I was feeling.

I kept to his arms, feeling the deepest part of me trembling to the strong love I was feeling for him. He stopped my shaking hands and placed them on my knees. He lowered his head and came closer, kissing my sadness away.
His warm hands finding my frozen cheeks, his fingers gently tangling with my hair. 
The kiss seemed to last forever, it was slow and passionate, nothing too deep or arrogant. It was lovely, just like the way he was. He always kissed me as if it was my first kiss ever. He wanted me to feel him for real when he kissed me. Because in the end, everytime seemed to be my first kiss. I was goofy and clumsy and never good at starting things first. But he seemed to love that, he seemed to enjoy the possibility of always being able to surprise me.

"Stop crying, please..." his voice was trembling as he rested his head on my shoulder.
"I am not crying because of sadness, I am crying because I love you so much that I cannot even say that without crying. You mean the whole world to me and I want to protect you but I am so useless and weak that I don't even know how to handle myself sometimes. I am sorry" My tears running down my cheeks uncontrollably.

He wrapped his arms around me protectively, sinking his face into my neck as felt a soft kiss there. 

"When I just don't know what to say and I stay silent next to you, you smile and hug me. When I feel broken at night you wrap your arms around me telling me that everything will be alright, when I feel happy, you do everything for making me feel happier. You are always here. I grew so familiar with your presence that I would probably die without you" I felt him smiling wide against my skin, his embrace growing stronger.

"I know I may don't speak much. I am not good with words. But I just want you to know that I love you from the deepest part of my heart" I finished, as he was drying up my tears.

"I would probably die without you too. You are not a sweetheart. You are not a crush. You are the ing love of my life. When I hear your voice telling stupid jokes I feel alive, when I hear you laugh at your own idiotic answers I feel too many things together. But is so nice and warm." He looked me in my eyes, and I bore that strong eye-contact.

Eye-contact with him was terribly strong, his eyes were so expressive and his stare could carve inside my heart his words. He didn't need to speak much for me. His eyes told already everything.
"You are the most important thing I have in my life. You are the only one I want to protect and to make happy. You are the only one. You are my world and you will always be my world. I love you so much" His eyes didn't leave mine for not even one second and each of his words punched sweetly my heart.

I closed my eyes and looked down, drying some tears under my chin. He was still looking at me.
"Please let's go home Myungsoo. Is freezing here and you have just a t-shirt on. I know that you don't feel the cold but please...I don't want you to get sick" I whispered. He smiled sweetly, and kissed my forehead.

"Okay baby. Let's go" he got up and took my hand inside his as we started to walk.

I found happiness inside the cold, depressing loneliness. I found my way back to the warmth. I found my way back to smiling.