Panting and out of breath, I was about to raise my arm up and knock on the door, but as if on cue, the door swung open and a tall figure had his arms firmly wrapped around me, pressing my head up against his chest. His heart was beating in a pace almost a quick as mine, but not in the same concept. His was beating from pure anticipation, and that’s when I knew he had been waiting. He had been waiting for me to return to him, too. It was moments like this, arms firmly wrapped around each other, left in the silence of nothing but beating hearts that I felt like I had fallen in love all over again.

“Minho . . .” I breathed, my breaths were jagged, and my teeth chattering from the cold, “I—“