They met on the train. On December 22nd, when the sun begins to pile up for Christmas and New Year. When the kids begin to drink hot chocolate mug after mug and when couples become forget their worries just for a little while.

It was a cold day, chilly and unpleasant.

Park Chanyeol, a business man was heading to Busan to meet his fiancé.

Like in the movies, books and real life, he confessed and proposed first. She said yes without thinking much.

Chanyeol closed the window as a bunch of snowflakes slapped his face harshly.

Grabbing his coat from the seat in front of him, he called the conductor for a cup of hot coffee or tea, but they didn't have tea at the moment, so coffee it was.

He slipped on his headphones, gradually increasing the volume and opened the dog-eared page to the book he was reading.

It was a mix of romance and mystery, and he liked both. Falling in love and then finding out that the lover was actually a killer amused and bemused him at the same time.

The door opened again and Chanyeol looked up since he was urging to place his cold hands on the warm cup, however instead an unknown figure entered his compartment.

Placing his backpack above the seat, he sat right across Chanyeol and smiled.

Chanyeol smiled back and a little disappointedly averted his gaze back to his book.

He was in the part where the suspense was to be revealed. Who the murderer was and what reason did he had to kill his beloved girlfriend, but once more he had to stop reading considering it was the conductor this time with his cup of hot coffee.

Sighing, and deciding to read the book a little later, Chanyeol wrapped his thick and rough hands over the cup, like a tiny blanket.

He looked at the stranger and saw him reading a book as well. Murder at the Orient express by Agatha Christie.

Interesting, thought Chanyeol and took a tiny sip.

Ah...the warmth he felt down his throat was as good as melting an ice with the fire torch.

The stranger looked at Chanyeol, their eyes meeting only for a mere second and then shying away to somewhere else.

Chanyeol adjusted himself in his place, whereas the latter wore his headphones and immersed himself in a different world.

Rude, thought Chanyeol since the stranger could have at-least smiled at him, but not that he cared because his cup of hot coffee was getting cold.