Ghost ✧ Taekook

Snow fell, a silent blanket muffling the sounds of Busan. The streets were quiet, an unusual hush settling over the city as winter tightened its grip. Taehyung, a small, tired figure, exhaled a sigh, his breath blooming in white wisps against the frigid air.

He pulled his coat tighter, his eyes, slightly blurred by the cold wind, scanning for any sign of shelter. His car, stranded somewhere on an icy patch, was a distant, frustrating memory. Another shiver ran through him, urging him to pick up his pace.

Through the thick, winter fog, a faint light beckoned. It was a small diner, a beacon of warmth and the promise of hot coffee. A relieved sigh escaped his chapped lips as he neared the entrance, almost stumbling clumsily on the snow-dusted pavement.

The instant warmth that flooded his body upon stepping inside was heavenly, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. The aroma of coffee and pastries filled his senses, and a goofy smile spread across his face. Finally, warmth.