“I hate winter.” A little boy grimaced, blowing away a lock of ebony hair. The white ice crystals refracted against his chocolate eyes as he watched them pile up and hug each other against his windowpane.

“Why do you hate it?” his brother responded airly, who was even smaller than him. His chubby legs climbed up on the bed, and he bounced on the down pillow like an eager puppy.

“Because it is not summer.” he replied simply, his nose high in the air as if his childish answer was sufficient enough.

His baby brother held up his pudgy little hand, with his fingers spread apart like a duck. “But in the winter, you can catch snowflakes with your tongue and not get yelled at by father, you can drink hot cacao, and build snowmen—”

“Moonsoo, you just don’t get it.” the older brother sighed, slipping off his mattress. It was almost time for his lesson. He cradled a wooden board and a few sheets of parchment, his hands full as he left his quarters.

The younger one remained, pressing his hands against the cool window, fog building up around his palms from his body heat. His eyes traveled to the lonely, pathetic looking snowman (which looked like an ant hill more than a snowman) by the frozen water fountain in the heart of the castle. He made it all by himself.  

Moonsoo frowned, as if the former were still with him. “But you used to before.”

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(a/n) Is Camille actually posting a fanfic!?

1. This is set in the Goryeo Monarchy. (Yes, with kings, queens and attractive princes.)
2. The Goryeo Monarchy does not exist. However, the Goryeo Dynasty did, before the Joseon Dynasty in Korea. Which is telling me I shouldn't be claiming this as a historical fic.
3. I have this fear that I will update slow, the new semester starts in two days. And I hate math, and I have a math class. Math makes me want to cry.
4. I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. I wrote the first chapter, and I am still contemplating whether this would be better off as a one shot or a short story.

​Well, whatever happens. Thank you for stumbling upon this fic!

Prompt for the 

In Love & Insane [Infinite and Exo Writing Contest] (first place)

"I think things are beautiful when you don't plan them, and you don't have any expectations, and you're not trying to get somewhere in particular." - Alison Mosshart.