It wasn’t snowing, but the chilly breeze carried a few snowflakes, that settled upon them. They were sitting opposite to each other at the table on the verandah, in the mellow white light of the winter, because the insides were dim, lit only by candles. It was warm and festive inside, but with their academic responsibilities, they couldn’t enjoy it yet.

Minho shivered a little when a few snowflakes landed on his cheek, making him look from his books to Taemin, deeply engrossed in his own syllabus, enough to not worry about the little specks of white adorning his existence. They were few stuck between the strands of his dark hair , some resting on his frame, some against the cheeks aflush due to the cold, some upon his unique-shaped lips, which he subconsciously away, frowning at the words he was reading.

He took a sip from their shared cup of coffee, the steam fogging up his glasses. He blinked, waiting for the fog to fade away, his eyes catching Minho looking at him. He smiled, his head tilting slightly in question, “Hey, anything wrong?”

Minho just shook his head, yet his lips had curled up, catching Taemin’s contagious smile.

But the smile was gone when the breeze hit him, gentle yet harsh, and Taemin’s calm flickered. He dragged his chair to sit close to Minho’s side instead and took his left hand he had ungloved to be able to draw his diagrams but had forgotten to glove after he had finished. He entangled his gloved fingers with