It was supposed to be a romantic walk — at least, that's what you tried to get out of him. The square was crowded because of the winter festival, full of stalls with typical foods, lights, music, families and couples. The air was freezing, but Soo-gang, of course, seemed immune to the cold... or just too stubborn to admit it.

He walked beside you, his hands stuck in the pockets of an expensive black overcoat, which probably cost more than all the products in that square combined. His aura exuded contempt and superiority, as if being there was an absurd favor that he only did because you threatened to annoy him until the end of the month.

— "This place reeks of poverty." — he commented, without disguising his voice, as he gently pushed you forward. — "But come on, come on, you slut. I'm already here, right? Let's spend money and pretend this is fun."

In less than fifteen minutes, he had already bought you: the most expensive mochi at the stall, a homemade hot chocolate which he found "weak, just like your stamina", an imported scarf from a designer vendor, and a silver necklace from a makeshift shop that he classified as "semi-trash, but still better than your taste".