They fit like misfits.

"Promise, hyung, It's a promise." Taemin whispers into the phone.
That's what love is, love is keeping the promise anyway.
"Promise. I love you." Minho whispers back, looking out his hotel window, white snowflakes falling.
Wishing they were together again—like all those years—for the first snowfall.
"Hyung, it's snowing," Taemin says softly, like any louder and it'll break the magical moment,
"Do you remember?" Minho hums, "Of course i do baby, how can i not?"
And they watch the first snow fall together, apart, feeling the connection even though they're countries away.
That night, both did not want to hang up, and ended up falling asleep on the line,