The bus stopped, waiting for just one person still outside during this time on a cold December. Of course, most people would be home with their families and loved ones. But Taekwoon didn't take the plane back home this year, nor has any special one to spend it with.

The seats were empty, save for the one near the window where a tanned male in the warmest hues of sweaters sat. He smiled at Taekwoon, sweet and warm.

He found himself sitting next to the man, despite the vacant seats.

"Merry Christmas!" the man greeted, even his voice was warm.