[CONTENTID1]T[/CONTENTID1][CONTENTID2]heir story feels like ethereal—kind of like fairy tale, fantasy and only lives in imagination.

How to perfectly describe him? A tall, handsome (very) and (quite) gentleman? His sad eyes, sad smile, white milky skin that almost looks unreal, Hong Jisoo is not a human. He mustn’t, right? His description only fits in some delusional webtoon of the main dreamy character but sadly, no, no, Hong Jisoo is hundred percent a breathing human being.

And he falls in love too (...deep).

Chou Tzuyu is a doll. She must be, right? With her smile that doesn’t change any flat emotion on her face and such adorable big sparkling eyes, isn’t it too much for her to be a mere mortal? Imagine how many jealous people in the world to curse such perfection. Only she’s real flesh and bone human.

But she’s cold, cold as ice.

One winter, in beige turtleneck, Jisoo and a classic novel as camouflage sitting beautifully in one side of warm café. His long, slender fingers wrap around his cup of latte and that makes such a beautiful scene like in those manga drawings, while his eyes move from his novel and her.

Tzuyu, wrapped tightly in her pastel sweater, laptop is in front of her, a hot cocoa on the side—it’s not like she doesn’t notice his stare (or glance, sometimes he takes a glace too long). She feels uncomfortable, being watched like that, wherever she goes he’s there, still tries hard to focus while the need to mak