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14 Days of Winter - Epilogue: Seven Years and Fourteen Days Later

"Excuse me, Sir?"

The Black man raised his voice, speaking directly at me. Everyone at his table turned to look at me. I didn't expect this sudden attention, but I saw no way out of this conversation, so I chuckled nervously and nodded.

"Y–Yes?" I replied. "I'm sorry... I couldn't help but notice that you've been listening to our conversation for quite some time now. Is there anything I can help you with?" the man asked sharply.

I felt my face blushing. Shit. I was caught red handed. I bowed respectfully and apologized.

"A–Ah, joesonghamnida... I–I... I... I happened to overhear that you were working in SM Entertainment previously," I said nervously. "What about it?" he asked in a challenging tone. "Ansel-ssi," a younger guy warned him, but the man kept staring at me.

I glanced at the door. Shit. I couldn't just run away, right? I decided to just explain myself as best as I could.

"I... I'm looking for someone who's currently working there. An old friend of mine. We lost contact for several years, and I really want to reconnect with... This person," I explained sheepishly.

They all stared at me. Some of the boys looked at me with confused looks.

"I–I'm sorry... What?" the Black man asked. A nervous chuckle left my mouth again. "N–Nevermind. I'm sorry I distrubed you... P–Please, please carry on," I said, bowing repeatedly to apologize, but the man clearly wasn't intent on dropping the conversation. "No, no, it's alright! What's your name? And what is your friend's name? Maybe I do know him or her," he probed.

His persistent pressing made me really nervous. I bit my lower lip, and to be honest, I felt a little scared. The man I was talking to was big, tall, and muscular, and two of his other friends were too. Shit.

For the third time, I tried to find a way to escape this conversation, but then I decided to just collide with it head on. I wasn't doing anything wrong, was I? I was just trying to look for someone I had missed these past seven years. I took a deep breath, looked back at the man and spoke.

"A–Ah, well... My name is Kim Ha Joon. And my friend's name is Kim Min—..." "THERE YOU ARE! ANNYEONG, BOYS!"

The restaurant door slid open, and a really beautiful petite girl with short hair stood there, beaming from ear to ear. One of the boys turned around and gasped, and the girl rushed to hug him. He chuckled and hugged back. I heard other people entering the restaurant noisily. I turned to look at the door, and the boys instinctively stood up when they saw them. I recognized these girls immediately.

The petite girl who shouted earlier was Red Velvet's Wendy, and the ones coming in right now were Irene, the Red Velvet leader, together with Sana Minatozaki and Yoo Jeongyeon of Twice. They went in and noisily greeted their friends, and that's when it hit me.

This was my chance.

I stood up and left a few Won on the counter by the door, and I knew it would cover my meal. More idols were coming in, and I slipped through them out of the door while the boys were occupied by their friends.

I sighed as I was finally out of the stuffy restaurant. I buttoned up my coat and tugged my hands inside my pockets, braving the cold winter night. Gosh... Winter...

It had been exactly seven years and fourteen days since my fourteen days with Winter. After bidding goodbye to her in Heathrow Airport back in December 2020–and forgetting to exchange phone numbers with her–I had been trying so hard to reconnect with her, all to no avail.

I have followed Winter's career with aespa ever since. From a groundbreaking rookie group to a global superstar and SM Entertainment's flagship girl group, I followed them. I followed her. I became the most die-hard MY ever. I bought all of their albums, and when the pandemic was eventually over and I could go back to Korea, I made it my life mission to find her again, to meet her again.

The thing was, I–Kim Hajoon–somehow was the unluckiest MY ever, at least in my own opinion. Somehow, for some weird reasons, these past seven years I could never meet her. Whatever the event was, I always ended up missing it.

Their first ever event with fans in attendance was during MAMA 2021, which was held in Paju. However, back then I was still in London, continuing my master's degree while doing a part-time job at a design agency. I returned to Korea in summer 2022 after completing my master's, and I straightaway secured myself a ticket for their first live concert. I bought a VIP ticket, thinking that I would be as close as possible to the stage, and hopefully Minjeong would notice me.

However, exactly one day before the event, I got a call from a company I was applying to, and guess what? My job interview happened on the exact same day and time of the concert. I went through the interview as fast as I could, but for whatever reason, I still ended up late and missing the concert.

This happened repeatedly over the next few years. I spent 2023 and 2024 doing my military service–so it was impossible to meet her in those two years. I was discharged late 2024, and intended on buying a ticket for that year's MAMA and the SMTown World Tour, but again–for some weird reasons–the ticket was sold out.

Whichever event I was trying to attend–be it a concert, a music show, a fansign event, even an online fansign event–, whatever effort I tried to do to meet her, all ended in vain. Even when I did manage to attend their concert, I would somehow still sit far away from the stage, so any chance of Winter seeing me was nonexistent. It was as if the universe was playing some sick practical joke on me, blocking my every attempt to reconnect with her.

I was frustrated, I wanted to give up multiple times, but somehow every time I was about to actually do it, aespa's songs would miraculously play on Spotify or on YouTube, and then I would hear her sweet voice, and my resolve and hope were once again restored... Only to be crushed right at the next attempt.

Strangely, apart from my multiple failed attempts to meet her, I was... Pretty successful in all areas of my life. I landed a job in that design agency I wanted to join, and I rose through the ranks pretty quickly. I was made a junior art director in no time, before becoming an art director, and finally ended up as the creative director of the agency. I had a nice apartment in Hannam, I bought myself a car... Life was good, but still... I was missing her.

I've missed Minjeong every single day these past seven years. Many nights I would dream about her, many days I would space out, reminiscing about our fourteen days together back in London. Back then, it was as if fate had brought us together... And honestly, even today, I still believed that we were destined to be together. I just needed to wait faithfully for the right time. I had waited for seven years and fourteen days, might as well wait a little longer.

I looked up to the sky, secretly lifting a prayer to the Lord, hoping that someday, one day... I would be able to meet my sweet Kim Minjeong again. My heart ached, but I knew I should carry on.

"Lord... Whenever You think is right. Please... I miss my Minjeong..." I uttered silently.

I closed my eyes, smiled, and started walking towards my car.

"Summer-oppa?"

I stopped dead in my tracks.

My eyes widened, my mouth gaped.

I knew that voice.

I've missed that voice.

That voice. That... Unmistakable voice. Could it be?

I turned my body around.

"Hajoon Oppa..."

And there she was...

She didn't change. She hadn't changed one bit. Well, her hair was shoulder-length and black now, she looked more mature, but... Somehow she still looked the same. She still was the cutest girl in the world, the most beautiful girl in the world. A smile rose on her face. The snow was falling that night. It was cold, and her rosy cheeks blushed red.

It was Winter. It was Kim Minjeong. My Kim Minjeong.

"M–Minjeong?" I stuttered.

She giggled and nodded.

Then... She opened her arms, inviting me.

An unseen force moved my legs forward. It started as a staggered walk, but then my steps became stronger, faster, more purposeful. I ran. And she ran too. Something warm leaked from my eyes, wetting my cheeks.

Two thousand five hundred and seventy days. Seven years and fourteen days since my fourteen days with Winter.

And finally...

"Minjeong!" "Hajoon-oppa!"

I closed my eyes as distance disappeared between us. I felt her warm embrace again. The sweet flowery scent of her short black hair filled my senses again. Her smooth skin brushed against mine again. Finally...

My Winter was here. My Winter was back.

"Winter, I..." "I missed you too, my Summer..." she cut me off, and that's when I heard her sobbing.

We stayed in each other's embrace for a long while, crying silently. I heard people leaving the samgyeopsal place... Two couples, if I made out correctly, but I didn't care. The only thing I cared about was this girl in my arms. She was back in my arms again. Seven years and fourteen days was simply too long.

"I thought you'd forgotten about me..." I told her. I felt her slapping my chest. "How could I..." she whispered. "... You're my first everything."

I smiled. She was my 'first everything' too.

"But you're an international superstar now... SM Entertainment's number 1 girl group," I whispered. She chuckled through her sobs. "That doesn't change anything..." she whispered.

I pulled back gently, and we stared at each other. She was crying. She was crying ugly, snot coming out of her nose, eyes red and swollen, but I didn't care. To me, she was still the most gorgeous woman in the universe.

My palms reached to her cheeks and wiped her tears with my thumbs. She chuckled, and I chuckled too.

"Ya... Stop crying! Dispatch will snap our picture and think that I was doing some terrible thing to you," I told her. She laughed and nodded. "Come on... Let's get out of here..." she grabbed my hand.

I giggled and let her tow me. She pulled me away, back across the street, back towards the direction of the SBS building.

"Minjeong-ah... Where are the others? Why are you here all alone?" I asked her. She giggled. "I was supposed to be with them, traveling back home to our dorm, in SM Entertainment's van, but... Clumsy old me, I..." she said, before turning and glaring at me. "... Don't laugh, okay?"

I did just that. Laughing, I mean.

"Ya! I just told you not to laugh!" she scolded me, but she grinned widely. "I'm laughing because you're just too cute," I told her. She pouted jokingly, but started walking again with her arm hugging mine. "Okay, so... I... I kinda left earlier than the others and... Entered the wrong van," she told me sheepishly. "What? How?"

Winter stopped as we reached SBS's building and pointed at three SM Entertainment vans.

"You see that? You see how every SM van looks identical to each other? How am I supposed to tell the difference when they park next to one another like that!" she complained. "O–Okay... I can see your point..." I said. She chuckled and sighed. "So... I entered one... And because I was so tired, I went to sleep immediately. Some time later, I was woken up... By Joy-unnie," she said, her face turning red from embarrassment. "Eh? Red Velvet's Joy?" I asked her. Winter nodded and sighed again. "Yeah... She told me that the van I was in was their van... And that aespa's van had left. I called Karina-unnie, and she told me that they left thinking I had gone home earlier using another van... And also because I didn't answer their calls," she said, sounding disappointed at herself.

I stared at her with a gaping mouth. Same old clumsy Minjeong, I guess.

"So!" she suddenly exclaimed, "I... I–respectfully–asked Joy-unnie if I can board their van to go back home, since our dorms are both in Hannam, but she said she and the Red Velvet girls are having dinner first. I tried calling Ryujin–of Itzy–but she said they've already left too and were going somewhere else."

"So... Well... Joy-unnie invited me to come with them and said that they'd drop me off in my dorm later, so I followed them, but then they met the Twice unnies halfway and went inside with them. They must've forgotten about me..."

I laughed and looked down, and I found her already staring at me, smiling wide.

"And that's... That's when I saw you exiting the place," she uttered.

I laughed and flung my arms around her shoulder. She giggled cutely and snuggled close.

"Same old Winter..." I mused. She chuckled. "What? Clumsy old Winter?" "My clumsy old Winter," I said lovingly. I sensed her smiling.

She looked up and pecked my cheek. I felt heat rushing to my face. I looked at her.

"It's been so long, Minjeong..." I mused. She nodded. "Too long... Seven years and fourteen days long," she whispered.

My eyes widened.

"Ya! Y–You... You counted the days too?" I asked her. She nodded. "Of course. Two thousand..." she said. "Five hundred..." I said. "And seventy days," we said in unison.

My heart melted. This girl. Seriously... How can I not love her?

"You gotta tell me what happened in these seven years," she told me. I nodded. "I'm dying to. But... Shall we go someplace warmer?" I asked. She giggled and snuggled to me again. "But I'm warm in your arms..." she muttered cutely. I laughed. "Cheesy..." I said. She giggled and pulled my arm. "Come on, Hajoon-hyung... Bab meogja. I'm hungry," she told me.

I chuckled. She still remembered our catchphrase. Of course she did. I nodded, and she followed me back to my car. We entered our car and swiftly drove away, leaving the SBS Building. I had a place in mind. Minjeong took her phone and called someone.

"Yeoboseyo! Karina-unnie! Yeah, yeah... Yeah I'm fine. No, the RV unnies are eating with... Yeah. Yeah I'm having dinner soon, and then I'll be back..." she said. So it was her leader, Karina.

Minjeong glanced at me as Karina spoke from the other side of the line, then she smiled.

"My Summer is driving me. I'll tell you about it later..." she uttered.

I smiled. I loved it when she called me 'My Summer'. I saw Minjeong blushing, then she giggled.

"Bye, Unnie..." she said, before hanging up.

She placed her phone back in her purse, then she looked at me.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked. I chuckled. "A restaurant. I think you'll like it," I said. "Alright, I trust you, Oppa..." she giggled.

We drove in silence for a while. I had a billion things to say to her, but somehow I couldn't choose which one. Judging from her expression, she had the same thought too, but Minjeong being Minjeong, after a few moments she turned to look at me and grinned.

"Where have you been?" she asked me. "Oh, you know... I was in the samgyeopsal place..." I joked.

She laughed and punched my arm.

"I mean these seven years, you dummy... What took you so long?" she asked.

I laughed.

"I tried looking for you after I graduated, but I was always so unlucky..." I told her. "What do you mean?" she asked me. I chuckled. "I tried attending your concerts, even bought VIP tickets, but somehow I always ended up not able to come or not sitting in the front row seats," I told her. Her eyes widened. "Do you know there's this little thing called 'fansign' where you can actually meet us face to face?" she asked. I laughed. "Tried that too. Didn't work... Somehow I always ended up not being able to meet you," I said.

Minjeong blinked her eyes a few times, then she laughed. Gosh... I missed her laugh. It was crisp, full of life, full of joy. It was the most wholesome laughter I'd ever heard in my entire life, and finally I could hear it again.

"And then you meet me by chance in front of a samgyeopsal restaurant," she giggled. I nodded. "I guess it's fate..." I mused. "Everything that happened is fate..." she remembered the phrase I taught her back in London.

We fell into a comfortable silence as we drove, both of us smiling happily. Suddenly I remembered something and chuckled.

"At least you gotta give me your phone number now," I told her. She laughed again. "For sure! Come, gimme your phone! Like hell am I going to let you leave me for seven years again..." she said.

I chuckled and took out my phone, before giving it to her. She took it, swiped it open, but then she stopped. I glanced at her, and then I realized it. She was staring at the phone wallpaper.

"You... You still have this photo as your phone wallpaper?" she asked slowly. I nodded. "I changed my phone a few times, but... Somehow that's the best looking wallpaper I could find," I said.

It was a photo we took in London, in front of the Twinings Shop at The Strand. I heard her sighing, and she looked at me. I felt her hand touching my shoulder. Somehow, I knew what was going through her mind. I understood her. I smiled.

"It's alright if you don't have the same wallpaper, Winter..." I said sincerely. She sighed. "I don't... I'm sorry..." she whispered, sounding remorseful. "Gwaenchanha..." I said.

That made me curious. What was her phone wallpaper? But... I shouldn't ask her, should I? It would be rude. We'd been separated for seven years after all, so she must have moved on, at least to a certain extent. That's alright. I should understand.

We reached Itaewon shortly after, and I parked my car in front of the restaurant I wanted to bring her to eat tonight. Minjeong cutely wrapped her arm around mine and snuggled close as we walked out of the car.

"Which restaurant are you taking me to?" she asked.

I smiled and pointed to the building in front of us. She looked up and gasped as she saw the sign above the door. It was Blue Moon Cafe.

"This... Wasn't this?" "Yep. The same Thai restaurant we ate at Camden back then. Blue Moon Cafe," I said. "They... They opened a branch here?" she asked. I nodded. "Come on! I'm hungry!" I said.

Minjeong laughed and let me pull her inside. We sat down in a booth and ordered our food, and I noticed that we ordered the exact same dishes as we did seven years ago. The server took our orders and left us, and Minjeong stared at me with a smile.

"So... Tell me about you! What happened in these seven years?" she asked excitedly.

I smiled and started recounting everything that had happened in the past seven years. I told her how I graduated and continued for my masters, how I spent two years in the military, how I joined my dream design agency and rose through the ranks to become their creative director, and how unlucky I was everytime I wanted to attend aespa's concerts and events.

Throughout my story, Minjeong listened intently, laughing and gasping at all the right moments. I missed this. I missed her. I missed spending time with her, simply talking and sharing jokes. To think that I spent fourteen days doing exactly that seven years ago, I should have been more thankful for my life.

The server came back with our food and we continued talking as we dined. Now it was Minjeong's turn to tell me what happened in the past seven years. She recounted her entire career as an idol, from her early beginnings, her first concert with fans in attendance, until slowly becoming SM Entertainment's number one girl group, taking over the title from Red Velvet.

As we finished dinner and walked outside the restaurant, one question lingered in my mind. She did tell me that she had not forgotten me, for I was her 'First Everything'. I believed her, but... Seven years and fourteen days... Was it even possible that she had not at least tried to form a relationship with any other man? She was an incredibly beautiful girl, not to mention famous and wealthy... Wouldn't she have a few suitors at least?

Should I ask her? But I wanted to live in this bubble of fantasy for a little longer. I wanted to assume that this Minjeong was still the Minjeong I knew from seven years ago, the scared and lonely girl that was mistakenly put inside my room and had to spend the next fourteen days together with me. I wanted to assume that this cute girl was still that cute girl Minjeong that stole my heart in London back in 2020.

"Hajoon-Oppa," she called me, waking me up from my daydream. "H–Hm? Yes? What is it, Minjeong?" I asked her.

She giggled.

"Ya... I was asking you where do you want to go next," she said, slapping my arm. I chuckled. "W–Well... Don't I need to send you back to your dorm in Hannam?" I said.

Winter smiled, but shook her head.

"It's still 10pm. I can afford being out for a few more hours," she said cutely. I nodded. "Alright! Where do you want to go? Drinks maybe? Or noraebang?" I proposed.

Winter thought for a while, but then she chuckled.

"Actually... I prefer somewhere quieter..." she said, staring at me adorably. "Quieter? Where do you have in mind? Maybe Namsan To–?" "Do you have lapsang souchong in your apartment?" she cut me off.

My eyes widened in surprise. Why did she ask me that?

"Eh? Why?" I said, feeling confused. "Just answer me... Do you have lapsang souchong?" she repeated.

I laughed. I understood. She wanted to recreate our fourteen days together, and one of the best ways to do it was to drink our favourite tea again after such a long time.

"Yeah, of course I do..." I said, smiling wide. She hugged my arm. "Then let's go there! I'm craving your smokey iced tea..." she whispered. "Will you make one again for me?"

I smiled and nodded. Of course I would. I'd make her anything to make her feel happy. We walked arm in arm to my car, and we soon drove off to my apartment in Hannam. Again, we drove in comfortable silence. I mulled over whether or not I should ask her about the question I had earlier, and I decided to do it.

"Minjeong-ah..." I called.

No answer. I turned to my right... And I smiled.

Minjeong was sleeping. She must have been so tired after performing in SBS's New Year special. I pulled over to the street side and adjusted her seat so she could sleep more comfortably, and I stared at her.

That peaceful face, that slightly parting lips, that calm rise and fall of her chest. Winter might be a global superstar now, but to me she was still that cute girl I met in London. She was still Minjeong from Yangan-si.

I drove to my apartment and parked my car in my usual spot before tapping her shoulder gently to wake her up.

"Minjeong... We're here..." I uttered softly. Her eyes flickered open, and she rubbed them with her tiny hand. "Hm? O–Oh... S–Sorry, Oppa... I fell asleep," she said. I chuckled. "It's alright. You must be so tired. Come on! Let's have smokey iced tea!" I said.

She smiled and nodded, following me out of the car and into the lift lobby. We took the lift to my unit on the 19th floor, and entered swiftly.

"Welcome to Hajoon's apartment!" I announced.

Minjeong smiled and walked in, taking in the interior of my apartment. She walked over to the large windows in the living room, flung her eyes outside, and tilted her head slightly. She then turned to look at me.

"Oppa... Are we in... Hannam?" she asked. I nodded. "Yeah. Why? Are we close to aespa's dorm?" I asked her. "I'm... Not sure. Can I go out to the balcony?" she asked. I nodded. "This way..." I said.

I brought her to the balcony. She flung her eyes around and gasped excitedly.

"Oppa! This building is surrounded by so many idols' apartments!" she exclaimed. "Jinjja?" I asked. She nodded profusely. "Mm! That's Red Velvet's apartment, that's Twice's... But I heard they're moving out soon... That's Blackpink's... That's BTS', that's Itzy's..." she said, pointing left and right. "Wow... Do all idols live here?" I asked her. She nodded. "Pretty much... If not then they'd have their own private apartments in and around the area too... Oh! That's ours!" she exclaimed, pointing to the apartment building next to us.

I looked up and chuckled. Minjeong realized this and whipped around to look at me.

"Ya... How long have you lived here?" she asked me. I laughed. "A year-ish..." I said. "Ya! We live so close to each other, and yet we've never met each other?" she exclaimed. "I told you... I'm the unluckiest boy in the world!" I said.

Minjeong laughed and shook her head.

"Oh, come on, Oppa... You were quarantined with me for ten days and became my first love! I can't think of anyone luckier than that!" she exclaimed.

Her words stunned me.

I was her first love?

"F–First love?" I asked her. She nodded and grabbed my hand again. "Yes. You're my first love, My Summer..." she said sincerely.

We stared into each other's eyes. Should I kiss her? She did say that I was her first love, but... She didn't say that she still loved me. We had been separated for so long. Wouldn't she have kissed others too? Wouldn't her lips belong to someone else now? I decided against it. I leaned forward and kissed her cheek, and she giggled softly.

"Oppa... My smokey iced tea..." she whispered. I chuckled and nodded. "You're right! Come, let's get inside! I'll make you one..." I said.

Awkwardly, we walked inside. The question lingered in my mind. I wanted so badly to ask her, but I still wanted to prolong this fantasy a little longer. Minjeong settled on the living room sofa, and I rushed to the kitchen to make our smokey iced tea, just the way I made it back in The Savoy. I placed the two tall glasses on a tray and brought them out, but Winter was nowhere to be found.

"Minjeong?" I called.

No answer. Where was she?

"Winter?" I called again, a little louder. "Oh... I–I'm here, Oppa!" I heard her voice.

She was in the hallway. What was she doing there? Why was her voice shaky? I walked over to the hallway, and I found her staring at my cabinet. I understood immediately.

She was staring at my aespa memorabilia collection.

"Minjeong..." I uttered.

Minjeong looked up and smiled, but I noticed that her eyes were gleaming. I smiled and walked to her side, and she hugged my arm tightly and rested her head on my shoulder.

"Gosh... Who knew you'd become such a fanatic MY," she whispered. I chuckled. "Ya... What was that supposed to mean?" I asked. She giggled. "I mean... I still remember you said you didn't like K-pop back then!" she said. "Well... Honestly I still don't... I only follow aespa because you're in it!" I said honestly.

Minjeong laughed and slapped my arm.

"Cheesy..." she scolded me. I chuckled. "I'm telling the truth!" I said. "I know, I know..." she uttered, then she snuggled closer to me, "I'm honoured..."

Suddenly, she gasped loudly. Something must have caught her eyes. She walked closer to the cabinet, and reached for a leather-bound book placed in between the aespa merchandise.

"Oppa... Is this...?" she asked.

I stared at the book. Slowly, a smile rose on my face. I nodded.

"That's... Journal-nim..." I said.

Minjeong chuckled. Slowly, almost in reference, she opened the journal. She traced her fingers on the pages, on the letters written on it. She turned the pages with glistening eyes, as if reliving the moments we spent together in London seven years ago through the words I wrote in that journal.

I watched her turn the pages all the way past the letter she left me after Day Thirteen, reaching Day Fourteen, when I wrote the words with trembling hands. The ink was stained and blurred by my tears as I realized in remorse that day that I hadn't exchanged phone numbers with her.

She smiled as she finished reading my last entry, then she turned to the next page, finding it empty. She looked up in confusion.

"Why... Why didn't you write again after day fourteen?" she asked. I shrugged. "I... Well... I wanted Journal-nim to be a special book, dedicated to our memories together in London those fourteen days," I said truthfully.

I reached forward and grabbed her hand, then I closed the book gently, turning it so she could see the front cover. She read the title I had written on the cover.

"Fourteen Days of Winter... A Journal by Kim Hajoon..." Minjeong read slowly.

She looked up, and stared at me. I stared back, and at that moment all I wanted to do was just to hug her and kiss her. I've missed her so much, and I didn't want to let go. From the way she looked at me, I thought she was thinking the same thing. Our faces drew closer.

She might belong to someone else now.

I snapped back to reality. I cleared my throat and forced a smile.

"M–Minjeong... Y–Your smokey iced tea," I stuttered.

She stared at me for a long moment, but then she smiled and nodded.

"Yeah... Let's go..."

We walked hand in hand back to the living room. We sat down on the sofa and she grabbed her glass, before clinking it to mine, and she sipped the tea through the straw. She squealed as she tasted the tea.

"Oh my Goooooddd... I missed this! Nobody makes smokey iced tea as good as you!" she moaned.

I laughed. She was always so adorable. As she closed her eyes and sipped her iced tea again, I stared at her. I felt my heart was wrenched out. I wanted her. I wanted her for me. I never wanted to let her go again. But... She couldn't possibly still be single after all these years, right?

"Minjeong-ah..." I called her. "Hm?" she opened her eyes. "Do you..."

Should I ask her?

"Do I what, Oppa?" she asked, placing her empty glass back on the table.

But I want to prolong this fantasy. I don't want this night to end.

"It's... Never mind..." I said, sighing and looking away.

Then I felt her hand grasping mine. I looked back, and saw that she was staring at me.

"What is it, Oppa? Tell me..." she asked sincerely.

Shit. I couldn't lie to her. Her gaze... Her smile... No matter how beautiful this fantasy had been, I needed to come back to reality eventually. Might as well do it now.

"Minjeong... Do you... Are you still single?" I asked her.

Her eyes widened as my words stunned her. My heart was punching my chest as I stared into her beautiful, almond shaped eyes. I waited for her to answer anxiously, I was ready for anything.

Slowly, Minjeong smiled. She squeezed my hand, and then...

She shook her head.

"No, Oppa... I... I'm taken..." she whispered.

My heart shattered.

But I smiled.

Of course she was. That was only normal. She wouldn't stay single for seven years. She was aespa's Winter, for crying out loud. This was the reality.

"O–Oh... W–Well... Congratulations..." I stuttered. Winter smiled, her expression unreadable. "T–Thanks... It's... We've been together... For quite a long time, really..." she said, pulling her hand away from mine, looking down.

My heart was torn to pieces. I looked down, and I felt tears starting to fill my eyes. Shit. Don't cry, Kim Hajoon! You'll only look weak! I clenched my first, trying with all my might not to cry, but I felt like my insides were shredded.

"W–What a lucky guy..." I said eventually. I sensed her nodding. "He is..." she said.

Silence. Shit. Why did I have to ask her? I had just ruined this beautiful night.

"... And yet... Yet he keeps thinking that he's the most unlucky person in the world..."

I chuckled. At least we shared that same trait.

"... But well... At least... No one makes smokey iced tea as good as him..."

What was she talking about? I looked up, and I saw Winter smiling from ear to ear. Hang on...

"W–What?" I asked. Her smile grew wider. "He's a great artist too... And I just heard that he's now the Creative Director of this... Famous design agency," she continued.

I couldn't believe my ears. She couldn't, could she? She giggled, and took out her phone.

"And... I've kept his drawing ever since he gave it to me seven years ago... It's... I've been using it as my phone wallpaper since I got separated from him..."

Minjeong showed her phone screen to me, and I saw it. It was the drawing I made for her back then, the first drawing I made of her, when she posed for me in my room that day in The Savoy. My eyes widened. So... Was she saying...

"M–Minjeong... I–I..." I stuttered.

Minjeong smiled again. She reached forward to grab my hands, and she stared intently into my eyes.

"My heart is taken, Oppa... A guy I met in London took it... And ran away with it for seven years and fourteen days. I've waited for him to come back with my heart for so long... I was afraid that he'd leave it somewhere or lost it... I was afraid that he'd trade my heart with someone else's... And suddenly..."

Minjeong moved closer to my side. She lifted my hand and placed it on her chest. I could feel her heartbeat.

"... Suddenly he came back... He's still the same. He still cares for me. He's still the sweetest person in the entire universe... He still makes great smokey iced tea... He even keeps the journal he wrote and titled it 'Fourteen Days of Winter'..."

Her face inched closer to mine. Oh, Minjeong...

"And... What's important is... I know he is still holding my heart closely to his heart. I know that he hasn't traded it with someone else's..." she whispered.

"Minjeong..."

My heart was racing, but this time it was filled with joy. I could feel her breath mixing with mine. I could feel her nose touching mine. I closed my eyes. My trembling hands stayed on top of her chest, feeling her every heartbeat.

"... I told you you're my first love, Oppa... You're my first and only love. I'll never trade you with anyone else. Even if I have to wait another seven years, or seventy years... My heart only belongs to you..." she whispered.

With that... I felt her lips touching mine, and my entire world faded away. All of my fears and doubts were gone, replaced with a warm sense of happiness and peace.

We kissed. We kissed passionately, and somehow, the moment her lips touched mine, I knew. I knew that these lips had never touched any other man's lips. I knew this petite body I was hugging hadn't hugged any other man's. I knew her heart was still for me. I knew her love was only for me. After seven years and fourteen months, my Winter still belonged to me.

I pulled back after an eternity, staring at her eyes. She smiled and wiped my tears gently with her fingers, and she traced my cheeks with her hands.

"I love you, my Winter..." I whispered. "I love you, I miss you..." she whispered, before smiling her mischievous smile, "... And I want you... My Summer."

I chuckled. I recognized those words.

"Your favourite phrases..." I whispered. Winter gasped. "You watched that silly video too?" she asked me. I chuckled and nodded. "Yeah... Did you say those words to me back then?" I asked.

Winter stared at me and scrunched her nose cutely.

"What do you think?" she asked. I laughed and kissed her forehead. "I know it was for me..." I whispered with a smile.

Winter nodded and scrunched her nose again. She stared deeply in my eyes and spoke.

"You know... I cried like a baby when I finally recorded 'Forever', so much so that Karina-unnie, Giselle-unnie, and Ningning were confused. I sang that song on stages thinking about you. When we went to New York City back in 2021 and Karina-unnie listened to 'Englishman in New York', all I could think about was you. And those three words... Those three words became my favourite because they reminded me of you..." she said lovingly.

I stared at her, and felt warmness in my heart I had not felt for an entire seven years and fourteen days. Only her could give me this kind of warmth. I placed my hand on her smooth cheek and stroked it gently, loving her more and more by the second.

"What I'm trying to say is... You're always on my mind, my Summer... Not one day went by without me thinking about you. I told you I left my heart in London..." she whispered. "And you brought my heart back to Seoul..." I completed her sentence. She nodded and giggled.

I smiled and kissed her again, lustfully this time. But just when I was about to reach her cute butt, her phone rang. Minjeong giggled, and she took her phone while still staring at me. She picked it up and placed it on speakerphone.

"Yeoboseyo? Minjeong-ah! Where are you?" a female voice asked urgently. "I'm in Hannam. I... Won't be returning home tonight," Minjeong said.

Winter still stared at me, and I could see mischief behind her eyes.

"What? What are you saying? Where are you?" "Karina-unnie... I told you earlier... I'm with My Summer..." Minjeong said.

Karina paused for a moment. Then I heard her sighing.

"Alright, fine... Just... Play safe..."

Minjeong giggled naughtily.

"I'm gonna need your pills tomorrow..." Minjeong said. "YA!" I exclaimed, and I heard Karina exclaiming the exact same thing.

Minjeong laughed out loud.

"Annyeong, Unnie~!" she said. "Y–Ya! Wait! Minj–!"

Minjeong had hung up. I stared at her with a gaping mouth, and the cute girl on my left stared back challengingly at me.

"M–Minjeong... Won't she be angry at you tomorrow?" I asked her. She shook her head. "Nah... She understands... And, come on... I've been waiting for you for seven years and fourteen days! Can you just imagine how pent up I'm feeling right now?" She scolded me.

I laughed. She was telling the truth.

"Alright, alright... I–I've been holding it in for the exact same period too, honestly," I told her.

She gasped.

"What? Didn't you at least jerk off to my fancams?" she asked. "YA!" I exclaimed.

Minjeong laughed maniacally. Seriously this girl!

"N–No... Somehow... I... I didn't..." I said, telling the truth. Her eyes widened. "Y–Ya... Are you serious?" she asked, sounding genuinely surprised. I nodded. "Yeah..." I uttered. Her face blushed even redder. "Oh no... I should ask for Karina-unnie's entire bottle of pills then..." she whispered. "Ya!"

Minjeong chuckled. She nimbly straddled me, and I placed my hands on her lower back, supporting her. She felt so light, but it was just right. She rested her arms on my shoulders and leaned in to kiss me again. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.

"You know... I should definitely go to the laundry tomorrow to wash my carpet..." I quipped. She looked at me confusedly. "Oh? Why?" she asked. "Because you've kept it in for seven years and fourteen days... I can only imagine how much Winter would come..." I said jokingly.

She laughed and slapped my chest.

"Ya!" she snapped, but then she giggled and whispered to my ear, "Winter will come... She will blast her pussy juice all over you... And then she'll leave a puddle on your carpet..." "Oh no..." I whispered.

We both giggled and kissed again. I realized how much I've missed these silly and sexy jokes we made for each other. I could stay in her arms forever, but then I remembered something.

"Hey... Do you want music to set up the mood?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded. "What music do you have in mind?" she asked.

I reached for my phone and pressed a few buttons on it. It was connected via bluetooth to my home's audio system, so in an instant, a song played through the speakers. When she heard the song, she smiled warmly.

"Forever..." she whispered. I nodded.

It was indeed 'Forever', the song that she wanted to record in Abbey Road. As Winter's voice started singing the first verse of the beautiful ballad, Minjeong leaned forward and kissed my lips again. I kissed her back, but then I moved my kisses from her lips to her jaw, then to her neck, to her collarbone, and finally to her perky tits, all the while squeezing her plump, cute butt.

Minjeong shuddered, but her tiny hands slipped down, caressing the boner that had developed beneath my pants. She smiled, and I could feel her tremulous breathing.

"Gosh... I miss your Black Mamba so much..." she whispered. I laughed. "Ya! Stop referring to my penis as 'Black Mamba'!" I scolded her.

She giggled naughtily, and started unbuckling my pants. She pulled down my pants and boxer, and my rock hard penis shot up immediately, wiggling left and right as it was freed from the constraints. Minjeong gulped, and I chuckled.

"Well... At least my black mamba can send you to the next level..." I said, deciding to play along. Minjeong cringed and giggled. "Oh my God... You're just so cheesy!" she whispered.

Minjeong slipped down and knelt in front of me, facing my penis. She grabbed it with her tiny hands and started jerking it off, then she looked up and grinned.

"Hajoon-hyung... Bab Meogja!"

I chuckled. She was the sweetest. With that, Minjeong opened her mouth and stuck her long tongue out, licking my cock slowly from the bottom of the shaft to the tip. I squirmed.

"M–Minjeong... H–Hold on..." I stuttered. She smirked. "Oppa... Don't you know I'm a... Savage?" she uttered.

I laughed, but then a moan escaped my mouth as she suddenly put the full length of my 9 inches cock into her mouth. My hands reached to grab her head, and I closed my eyes as I felt Winter's head bobbing up and down, devouring my cock noisily.

This was the best. She was the best! I was finally with her again, and this time, I would never let her go again. Seven days and fourteen days after my fourteen days of Winter... And this time, it will last forever.

"F–Fuck... M–Minjeong... A–Ah..."

[lsmu]

14 Days of Winter - Day 13: Christmas

KIM HAJOON'S JOURNAL ENTRY SUN, DEC 26TH, 2020. 02.05 GMT Apartment, West End. Kitchen

Alright... How do I begin...

It's...

Yeah. I'm writing this at 2 am. I'm sitting in Minjeong's airbnb (is it an airbnb? I think it is) kitchen.

She's asleep.

And...

And I can't sleep.

Because...

Shit...

Yeah I...

I had sex with her.

OKAY.

Shit I'm trembling.

Okay hang on. Hang on!

I'll start by recounting the day. The entire day. Yeah. That'll calm me down.

I woke up today, well... Minjeong woke me up. She...

She kissed me softly to wake me up. As my eyes flickered, the first thing I saw was her beautiful face. She was smiling, she was smiling so wide.

"Good morning, my Sunshine... Merry Christmas," that's what she said. (Yes, Journal-nim, my heart bursted out in an instant). "M–Morning, Minjeong... M–Merry Christmas!" was all I could stutter.

She giggled and walked to the kitchen. I noticed that she had prepared breakfast for us. I chuckled as I stood from the sofa and walked to join her.

"Hajoon-hyung, bab meogja!"

She said it again while giggling cutely. I guess it's our official catchphrase now. I smiled and instinctively hugged my new (read: first) girlfriend from behind. (Is she my girlfriend?)

That's when she gasped and jolted.

And that's when I realized.

Shit. My morning wood.

I released her immediately, panickedly. She turned and bit her lips, her face was full red, as was mine. Okay... Awkward!

"C–Come, l–let's eat!" I stammered loudly.

Thankfully, she giggled and nodded, sitting across the table. She prepared a simple sunny side up egg and some sausages, and we ate happily (I tried to ignore the fact that I had a raging boner hiding under the table).

"Where are you bringing me today, Oppa?" she asked me. "Well, it's Christmas, so I think we should check out the old City of London. Are you familiar with Leadenhall Market?" I asked her. She shook her head (as expected). "No. What is it? Some sort of market?" she asked.

I smiled.

"Kind of. Part of the Diagon Alley scene from the first Harry Potter movie was shot there!" I said, and her eyes widened in surprise. "Really?? We should totally go there!" she exclaimed, making me laugh. "Alright! We'll go there, and... To the surrounding areas, I guess..."

And... Off we went. We went to the beautiful Leadenhall Market. Even when almost not a single soul was there, it was still lively and colourful with all the Christmas decorations, and this time... I took my polaroid camera, so we snapped some pictures there, as well as some selfies together.

Correction: I took a lot of Minjeong's pics there, and she didn't mind, so...

We then moved on to Borough Market. Joseph, Ernest, Ryan, and I used to love going here to buy groceries and try some food, but this time most of the stalls were closed. Still, we could buy some delicious street food here (Minjeong loved the cheese raclette), before moving on to other places.

I took her to the Tower Bridge and the Tower of London (tower tour was closed today), we took the double decker bus, and we had lunch at a nearby fish and chips place that was still open (it was really good, Minjeong approved).

The entire day, Minjeong looked cheerful. She asked many questions about London, and I did my best to tell her everything I know about the city. She was just like an excited, cute little girl (well... Other than the fact she purchased a lot of things. Little girls don't have that kind of money), and I was more than happy to accompany this little girl.

I knew she was still sad over her shattered dream (not being able to record in Abbey Road), and I knew for sure she missed her three bandmates, but Minjeong tried her best to conceal it. Not once did she look sad, not once did she look gloomy. She was the perfect date, and our Christmas date was the perfect one.

As the sun was starting to set, we sat outside a coffee shop by the river Thames, enjoying our last tea time together, sipping our favourite lapsang souchong. We walked around town a little bit more, took a few photos, but I kept feeling that Minjeong was getting sadder and sadder.

We went to Camden to have dinner in a Thai restaurant called Blue Moon Cafe (It's my favourite Thai restaurant in London). We reached it, and (thank God) it was open. They even accepted dine-ins, only that our time was limited to 45 minutes after the food arrived and we had to eat outside. No problem. We ordered our food (Minjeong ordered a lot and insisted on paying), and we enjoyed some spicy Thai Christmas dinner, laughing and joking.

As we were halfway through our course, Minjeong suddenly looked up and stared at the sign above the restaurant's door. She giggled.

"What is it?" I asked her. She giggled further and shook her head. "No... It's... Fitting, isn't it? The restaurant's name," she said. I didn't follow. "W–What?" "Blue moon..."

I stared at her quizzically.

"Eh?" "Blue Moon, silly! Are you familiar with the phrase 'Once every blue moon'?" she asked me. "Yeah. Why?"

'Once every blue moon' means something that is incredibly rare to happen. But what does that have anything to do with us? As I stayed confused, Minjeong sighed and giggled again.

"It means it's very rare..." she said.

Then she grabbed my hand and stared at me. Now I got it.

"This... Us... It's very rare. It happens..." she started. "... Once every blue moon," I completed her sentence.

She nodded and smiled, then a naughty look flashed on her eyes.

"And I thought you're an art student..." she scoffed. "Ya! I'm a visual arts student! Not a poet! You're the songwriter!" I exclaimed.

We laughed, and soon we finished our dinner. We walked silently to the Underground station, took a train back to Chinatown, and walked back to her apartment.

Somehow, as the snowy Christmas night went, the realization that my time with the girl I love was coming to an end started to fill my head and heart, and somehow, at that moment, I kind of had an idea of why Minjeong was looking sadder and sadder as the day went on.

As we entered our apartment and settled on the sofa by the fireplace in the living room (sipping another cup of lapsang souchong. Gosh... We're addicted to this tea aren't we?), I decided to ask her. I wanted to ask her. I wanted her to open up to me.

"Minjeong-ah..." "Hm?"

I reached to grab her hand.

"Are you alright?" I asked gently.

She stared at me quizzically for a moment, then she nodded.

"Why wouldn't I be? I'm here with you..." she said generously. I smiled, but I shook my head. "I... I don't know... I feel that you're maybe... Sad?" I tried.

Minjeong stared at me for a long moment. Then, she looked down and smiled, but I saw her rubbing her eyes, probably to wipe some tears out of her eyes.

"It's... I don't know... It's just..." she stuttered, then she added, "Sorry, Oppa..." "It's alright... You can tell me," I said.

She looked up, smiled beautifully, then sighed.

"It's just... I feel like I'm always... Making mistakes," she whispered. I raised an eyebrow. "Mistakes?" I asked. She nodded. "Yeah... I... I was supposed to come here with the girls, but I made a mistake with the dates and missed the flight. I then got quarantined with you... And... And I fell in love with you... And then... Then... Tomorrow I'm..."

So I was right. She felt the same thing. She looked down, and I knew she was crying. I scooted nearer to her and flung my arm across her shoulder.

"Minjeong..." I whispered. She rested her head on my chest and started sobbing. "I... I d–don't want to leave, Oppa... I... Why do I have to leave right after I've found my love?" she sobbed sorrowfully.

My heart broke seeing her like this. I needed to do something. I stayed silent for a while as I formulated my words in my head. When the time was right, I brushed away the tears from Minjeong's eyes and gently took her tiny hand in mine.

"Minjeong-ah... Look at me..."

I was greeted by the sight of her red, swollen eyes as I brought a hand up to cup her cheek.

"These... Things that happened to you... You missed your flight, got quarantined with me and fell in love with me. I don't see them as mistakes. You know what I see them as?"

Minjeong sniffled and shook her head. (SHE'S SO CUTE!)

I smiled and placed my forehead against hers.

Alright, Journal-nim. This has to be the COOLEST SHIT I've ever said to ANYONE:

"Fate. Everything that happened to the two of us led to us getting together. It was God's plan all along for us to be with each other. Sure, the route to our relationship was... Shitty for you, but to me, I feel that ever since I first talked to you, I'm the luckiest man in the whole world. I am eternally grateful to have someone as adorable as you in my life."

Minjeong was starting to smile a little... So I took that as a sign for me to keep going.

"Every day feels like heaven with you, Minjeong, you never fail to make me smile, make me laugh... And we were in a frickin' quarantine! Honestly, if it weren't for your so-called 'mistakes', I couldn't imagine being quarantined for 10 days, Savoy or no Savoy..."

Minjeong sniffled again, but a smile was breaking on her face.

"You'll probably just spend your days doing your thesis and drawing stuff..." she whispered. I smiled. "But above all that... If it weren't for your mistakes, I... I would never have met you," I said sincerely.

Minjeong stared at my eyes, and I stared at hers. A smile was etched on her adorable, tiny face.

"Now that I think about it... I wouldn't want you to not make those mistakes..." I said.

Minjeong let out a small giggle and squeezed my hand.

Happy Minjeong was coming back.

"Yeah... I... I'll redo those mistakes all over again to meet you..." she whispered with a big smile.

I chuckled and brushed a stray hair out of her face.

"Do you see it now, Minjeong?"

She nodded her head.

"So everything that happened was...?" I quizzed her. "Fate." "Repeat it again." "Everything that happened was fate." "Again." "Everything that happened was fate." "Again."

She laughed and slapped my arm.

"How many more times?"

I smiled and kissed her forehead.

"As many times as it takes to get it into that adorable head of yours."

Her smile said it all as she lovingly planted her lips on mine. We kissed for a few seconds, then she pulled back and stared deeply into my eyes.

"I love you Oppa..." she whispered. "I love you too Minjeong," I whispered back.

We kissed again. We kissed passionately, lovingly... Lustfully. Her tiny hands reached up to caress my cheeks, and mine slipped from her shoulders to her arms, then to her slim waist. I could feel her breath mixing in with mine.

I didn't know why... I still don't know...

But for some reason...

It felt right.

Her hands slipped down to my chest, rubbing my sweater. My heart beat picked up as she moved her hands further down, resting them on my laps, before slowly creeping nearer to my crotch.

"M–Minjeong..." I stuttered.

She smiled and looked at me. She didn't have to say it, and I understood.

She wanted me.

As if in slow motion, we undressed each other. Minjeong took off my sweater, and I took off hers. She unbuckled my pants, and I pulled her leggings down, revealing her thin, smooth legs. She pulled my pants and let it fall on the carpeted floor. I took off her t-shirt, and she took off mine... And soon...

We...

We were both in our underwear.

We stared at each other's body. Minjeong's body was thin. So thin, in fact. I could see her ribs protruding from beneath her skin. Her tits were small, just the way I liked it. But big or small, it doesn't matter. It was Minjeong... I still wanted her.

"Oppa..." she whispered breathlessly. "Minjeong..."

She lunged forward and buried her face on mine. Her tongue entered my mouth and started twisting inside. My boner was uncontrollable. It was poking her abs, but she didn't seem to care. My hands reached up, and I did the one thing I had been wanting to do since the eighth day we were together...

I grabbed her cute, plump butt.

She didn't react, so I became emboldened. I squeezed her butt deliciously. The image of her butt-cheek-spreading dance played vividly in my mind as I continued to knead her butt. She grasped my hair, ruffling it hungrily.

Alright. Time out. After this point, I'm about to describe... My sexual experience with one Kim Minjeong.

In details.

So... Yeah. Brace yourself.

Shit. I should buy a 19+ sticker to label you, Journal-nim.

Her kisses slipped down to my jaw, then to my neck, then to my collarbone, then to my bare chest. She continued snaking all the way down to my abs, then stopped just before she reached my crotch. Minjeong looked up, smiled naughtily, and placed her fingers on the edges of my boxer.

"M–Minjeong..." was all I could say. "Oppa... May I?" she asked.

My heart was thumping, but somehow, I nodded confidently. She smiled and gently pulled my boxer down, making my cock swing out, hitting her straight on face. She closed her eyes and recoiled, but then she giggled and opened her eyes.

Journal-nim...

If she was shocked, she didn't show it, but I saw her eyes widening slightly at the sight of my manhood. Probably it was because her face and head was so tiny, but my penis looked longer and bigger than usual. She looked up, straight at my eyes, and I was breathlessly anticipating what she was about to do.

Without words and with trembling hands, she grabbed my cock with her tiny hand. Then her other hand, and I realized there was still so much of my cock left. She giggled and I chuckled, both having the same thought (or so I thought), but not wanting to say it.

"M–Minjeong..."

She started...

Shit. How should I write this?

Ah. Fuck it.

She jerked me off.

"M–Min–Minjeong! A–Ah..."

At least that's what I thought the words coming from my mouth were. In truth, my mind was blurry. I couldn't remember precisely what was happening. All I knew was that I had never felt anything as pleasurable as that in my entire 21 years of life, and we were only getting started.

Minjeong's strokes started slow, but then she picked up pace. She started jerking my cock off with her tiny, smooth hands faster and faster, and I felt my body trembling. I looked down, and I saw that she had opened her mouth. She stuck out her tongue.

And it was SO LONG.

The next moment... She...

She licked my cock. Slowly, sexily, from the balls to the tip. I squirmed. I closed my eyes. I didn't know what happened next, only that I felt an intense tingling sensation around my cock, and soon I felt it becoming wetter and wetter. I felt her tongue twisting and twirling around my cock, like...

Like a snake.

It all happened in a flash. The next moment, I felt a warm sensation, so I opened my eyes and looked down, and found Minjeong had already devoured the entirety of my cock. She put the entire 9-inches of me inside her tiny mouth, and somehow it fit perfectly. I could feel her lips clasping around my shaft. With that, she started bobbing her head up and down.

"M–Minjeong! M–Min... M–Min... J–J–Jeong!" I moaned.

I could hear her gagging. I could see tears leaking from her eyes. I could feel the tip of my penis hitting the bottom of her throat. I wanted to push her away, I didn't want her to be in any sort of pain, and surely not a pain I inflicted, but she didn't look in pain. Her face was red, but she looked like she absolutely enjoyed it.

Instinctively, my hands reached up and grabbed her head gently. Minjeong let go of my penis and started closing her eyes, giving me my first oral sex ever, and I could already tell that it was the best ever. I didn't want anybody else to do it. I only wanted her.

After what felt like forever, right when my entire muscle and nervous systems were tensing beyond what I could imagine it could, she pulled back, gasping and choking, but smiling wide. My penis was coated with her saliva, and she kept drooling all over the sofa.

Fuck.

As I was still shell-shocked, Minjeong took off her bra, revealing her small, perky breasts with pink nipples. She stood up, and quickly peel off her panties. It was wet.

Correction: It was soaking wet.

Confusedly, silently, I watched as she reached my hand and pulled me up. She guided me into her room without words. I couldn't resist looking down, watching her cute butt as she walked in front of me, clutching my hand tightly, guiding me onto her bed.

"Minjeong..." I called her.

She turned and kissed me. I kissed her back, but I pushed her away the next second. She looked at me with a puzzled look.

"M–Minjeong... W–Wait. I..." "What is it, Oppa? Was I... Did you not enjoy it?" she asked me.

I shook my head.

"No–No. I–I... That was the best I've ever felt. I just..."

She reached up to cup my cheek.

"Then what is it?" she asked me.

I stared at her. I wanted her. I only wanted her. I had never done it before, and I do not plan to do it with any other person. No one else but her, Kim Minjeong. But how could I say it?

"What is it, Oppa?" she asked me.

Has she ever done it with anyone else?

"I... Are you sure?" was all I could say.

Her thumb played with my cheek. We stared at each other, and Minjeong bit her lips. She stared at my eyes with the most serious look I'd ever seen her up to that point. She took a deep breath and spoke.

"Hajoon-oppa... I... That... That was... My first sexual experience. I... I've never done anything like it before and... I know I've only known you for two weeks... But... Somehow... Somehow I..."

That was all I needed. That was the confirmation I waited for. I hugged her, and I kissed her cheek lovingly.

"It was my first too..." I whispered.

I could feel her surprise. I could feel her tiny head turning, staring at me, but I kept hugging her. She hugged back, rubbing my back gently.

"My kiss with you yesterday... It was... It was my first kiss too," I told her. She giggled. "Mine too..." she replied. I smiled. "And this... Will be my... First time with any girl..." I said.

She giggled and pulled back. We stared at each other, then we smiled.

"So we're... Each other's... First everything?" she asked me.

I nodded and smiled. Somehow, my heart grew three times bigger (what am I? The Grinch?). I had no doubt. We were meant for each other.

We kissed.

And I picked her petite, naked body up, and rested her gently on the bed. I climbed on top of her, feeling the head of penis brushing her clean shaven womanhood... Her chubby labia to be precise. My heart was beating fast, and I could almost feel hers beating as fast as mine. I didn't know where to start, but she stared at me... And that look she gave me, it was all I needed.

I stared at her beautiful eyes, and in my heart, I promised myself that this woman would be the only woman I'll ever take to bed. I took a deep breath, I closed my eyes, and slowly, gently...

I thrusted in.

"A–Ah!"

She moaned, and her moan sounded like the voice of an angel. I felt her hymen rupturing (so that's what it felt like), and I continued sliding in easily. Her womanhood accepted my manhood like they were shaped for each other.

I continued pushing inside, all the way inside until I felt the entirety of my shaft was nestled within her, until I felt the tip of my penis pressing what I thought to be the entrance to her womb. As I opened my eyes, I found her gripping the bed sheets tightly, her face was full red.

I stared at her, and she was staring back with a gaping mouth. She gave me a little nod, so I pulled halfway back, before gently pushing back in. She moaned as I started moving my hips, slowly, gently, not wanting to hurt her.

Yes. Journal-nim. We were having sex.

I picked up pace, and Minjeong's moans got louder and louder. She tilted her head back, and I peppered her neck with kisses as I kept pummeling her. She clasped her thin legs around my waist, as if not wanting me to let go.

"O–Oppa... A–Ah... F–F..." "M–Minjeong... M–Mh..." "Opp–Oppa! S–S... So–G–Good... F–F... Er..." "W–Wh–Ugh... What?" "F–Fa–Faster... P–Please... H–Hard... Er..."

Her words aroused me. I started slamming my cock inside her, and she screamed, squirmed, and jolted. I closed my eyes as I buried my lips on hers, kissing her ravenously. She started scratching my back, and I heard her muffled screams inside my mouth. Before long, she pulled her head back, gasping for air, moaning loudly. I pummeled her even faster, even harder, and I felt her body tensing.

"Oppa! Opp... Oppa! A–Ah! A–Ah! AA–AAh..."

At that moment, suddenly Minjeong's body froze. Her eyes widened, and I felt a surge pushing my penis out of her vagina. I didn't know what was happening, but the next moment, I was already on her side, and Minjeong was screaming.

"AAAHHH!!!"

Journal-nim... How am I supposed to describe what happened?

Minjeong...

She came. But...

I had never seen anyone cum like that. Not in real life, obviously, but not even in porn, not even in hentai cartoons.

She... Well...

She blasted water out of her pussy.

It was like a firehose. She continued blasting water strongly, so strongly it hit the window across the room. She continued screaming too for a few seconds, before slumping onto the bed, trembling, jolting, gasping, panting.

I stared at her with a gaping mouth.

"W–What... What was..." "I don't know..." she sighed. "I–I... I've never... It never h–happened before... It's..."

She reached to her side to hug me. I felt her body trembling. My penis was still throbbing, still wanting to be put inside her again, but I wanted to take it at her pace. I did not want to force myself on her.

"Are you alright, Minjeong?" I asked her. She nodded, and I heard her giggling weakly. "I–I guess... The saying was right..." she said. "What saying?"

Minjeong giggled again, then her giggles turned into laughter. At that moment, I swear to God I thought she was going crazy, but then she looked up and cupped my cheeks.

"Winter is coming..." she said.

I raised an eyebrow. Okay. She was indeed losing her mind, wasn't she? Did I fuck her too roughly?

"What?" I asked her, feeling dumb. She laughed again. "It's... The HBO show. Game of Thrones. Don't you watch it?" she asked. "Y–Yeah? But..." "It's me... I'm Winter," she said with a grin. "W–What?" "My nickname. Remember that all four of us in the band have nicknames, right? Karina, Giselle, Ninging..." she said.

I nodded, still feeling confused, but she kept laughing, and her laughter was contagious. Slowly, I felt my lips starting to curve up to a smile too.

"My nickname is Winter. Hence... Winter is coming," she said.

It took me a few seconds to understand her, but when I did, I finally joined her in laughing. Everything makes sense now. So that was why her friends called her 'Winter' and 겨울 in the phone.

"Winter is coming indeed..." I agreed. She giggled and pecked my lips.

I sighed and ruffled her hair. This girl–whoever she was, Minjeong or Winter–she was silly, she was adorable, she was funny... I love her, and she loves me.

"Alright, Winter-ssi... Shall we make Winter come again?" I asked eventually.

Winter laughed her crisp, joyful laugh, and she nodded. I guided my cock back to the entrance of her pussy, but she shook her head, confusing me again.

"Eh?" I asked her.

She bit her lips, but she smiled naughtily. Slowly, she turned her body, and positioned herself in a doggy style position, perking her cute butt up. My dick was throbbing as I understood what she wanted me to do, but my mind couldn't believe it.

"Come on, Oppa... I'm leaving tomorrow, and who knows when this pandemic is ending... Might as well we do everything tonight, right?" she said teasingly.

Tremblingly, I positioned myself behind her. She reached behind to grab her own butt cheeks, and then...

Then... She did it again.

She spread her butt cheeks.

My breath hitched (And yes, my cock throbbed). She turned and looked at me with a naughty look.

"I know you had a boner when you watched me dance that day..." she whispered.

That did it. Without words, I placed my cock on her butthole, and with one swift, powerful move, I thrusted inside. Minjeong screamed and blasted out her pussy juice again, but this time I didn't stop. I pulled my cock back halfway, then I slammed it back. I pistoned in and out of her asshole with pace and power, and it was the best feeling I had ever felt in my entire life.

"M–Minjeong! Minjeong! M–M–M–Min–Minjeong!" I kept calling her name. "A–Ah! H–Haj–Hajoon... Op–Pa! A–Ah!" she screamed.

I am struggling to describe our anal sex with words. It was heavenly, it was beyond heavenly. Her rectum was the warmest and tightest, and her screams and moans only made me want to ravage her body further. My mind was blurry, my vision was blurry, my breath was all over the place. All I could hear was the sound of her butt cheeks clapping against my waist, and all I could feel was the intense pleasure all over my body.

My body tensed. Her body tensed. I knew what would happen next.

"M–Min... A–Ah! F-F–Fuck... S–S... So... T–Tight! M–Min..." "C–Call... C–Call me... W–Win..." "Win–Ter... Win... Winter... I–I'm... C–Cum..." "Y–Yes... M–Me too! M–Me... M–A–Ahh... Ahh! A–Ah! Oppa! Op–Oppa!" "WINTER!"

And... Journal-nim.

Tonight, Christmas night, 2020.

That was the first time I ever came inside a woman.

I came hard. I came like I had never cum before. I filled her rectum to the brim with my semen, and some spilled out. Winter came too, blasting all over the bed sheets. It felt like forever before we finally slumped to the bed, panting, gasping, coughing, out of breath.

The bed was soaking, but we didn't care. I felt her hands tracing to the side, and I grabbed it. I turned to look at her, and I saw that her eyes were half closed. She must be so tired.

Still, she smiled that beautiful smile of hers...

"I love you, Hajoon-Oppa..." she whispered weakly. "Thank you for being my first everything..."

There was only one thing I could say to her.

"I love you too, Winter..."

Winter smiled, closed her eyes, and fell asleep immediately.

But I couldn't. Not after what happened. Not after my first... Everything... With Winter.

So I slipped out, wore my clothes, and opened you to write again.

I know my time with her is coming to an end, and what a way to end it tonight like that... But... Beyond the sex, beyond the kisses... It is who she is that made me feel like these past two weeks has been the greatest blessing I've received my entire life.

Right now... I find myself staring at this one picture of her I took with my polaroid. I think this picture captures everything that is Winter... Kim Minjeong. It's this picture...

That wonder in her eyes, that adorable smile... And she's mine. What did I do to deserve such a perfect girl?

God...

I love her.

[lsmu]

14 Days of Winter - Prelude

KIM HAJOON'S JOURNAL ENTRY: SAT, DEC 12TH, 2020. 2:01 PM KST. Incheon Airport Terminal 2, International Departure Gate 5.

This is Kim Ha Joon. Born in Yongin-si, Gyeonggi Province, just outside of Seoul. I am 21 years old, a final year student at University of the Arts London, completing my Bachelor of Arts (Honours) Degree in Graphic Communication Design.

Today is Saturday, December 12th, 2020. I have tested negative for COVID-19, and right now I am waiting for this Korean Air flight KE 907 to take me to London Heathrow. Finally...

I have been stuck in Korea for almost half a year since I returned here last summer. My friends and housemates told me not to leave, but I didn't listen. It was–still is–a global pandemic anyway, and I should not have been stuck in a foreign country, halfway around the globe, away from my family. Hence, I returned home, thinking that I'd return to the UK after the summer ended just in time for the fall semester, but... I guess they're right.

International travel was banned, only lifted earlier this month. I heard that the UK was announcing another lockdown yesterday, but somehow they are still allowing international travel from several countries, South Korea is one of them. Lucky me.

The only downside to this pandemic traveling is the quarantine. Ten–frickin'–days! Ten days locked up inside a hotel room, all alone. Ah well... At least I can study. I need to return my research paper as soon as I reach the campus back. I can use the time.

Also, there's the TV, there's the internet and social media. The Premier League is also back on, and I'm excited to watch my fellow Korean Son Heung Min tore up other clubs' defenses too. Right. Who am I to complain? I should be thankful. At least I'll be out of the room before Christmas.

Ah. That's the boarding call. I guess I'll write again in this journal after I reach London. You'll be my only friend for the next 10 days anyway, Journal-nim. I guess choosing you from the bookstore is the right idea. Wish me a safe flight! Gosh... 12 hours and 15 minutes. What movies will be playing?

[lsmu]

14 Days of Winter - Day 14: Summer and Winter

Journal-nim...

Oh God...

I'm shaking right now. I...

I... I've just let her go.

I've just watched the love of my life leave me, flying back to Seoul.

She was gone not an hour ago, and I've just boarded the train back to downtown London. She might not even have flown away yet.

But, Journal-nim...

I've missed her already.

I'm missing her so much right now.

My heart aches writing this.

I... And I guess you've met her this morning. She'd written in you. So you know what I mean.

She's the cutest, sweetest, most beautiful soul in the world.

And I love her. I miss her so much.

Journal-nim...

I woke up today, probably around 7.30, finding her already awake. Her eyes were swollen. She was crying, but she was smiling. I asked her why, and she said she was sad that she had to leave today.

So I hugged her, so I kissed her... So I comforted her.

And she kissed me back, lovingly, passionately. I can never get enough of her tiny lips pressing against mine, her breath mixing with mine. When will be the next time I feel her again?

We had sex. No, I didn't mean last night. I meant this morning. We stripped off our pajamas and had sex on the bed, then we went to the showers to do it again, and then we went back to bed to do it again.

We did everything. It was as if our bodies did not want to be separated from each other. I came everywhere: On her adorable face, inside her throat, inside her rectum, all over her belly, on her cute butt...

Yes. I didn't cum inside her womb. I didn't want to risk it.

But she came. She came hard... More and more, again and again, she blasted her juice, jolting and squirming everytime she did so.

Journal-nim...

My body belongs to her, and hers belongs to me.

We didn't say it, but we knew it.

We finally let go of each other and got dressed, before cooking breakfast together, before eating together. She did her 'Bab meogja' call again...

Shit. Journal-nim... I miss her voice.

We tried our best to prolong our moments together, but time is cruel. Soon, Anish came knocking, and we followed him out of the apartment, into the big van, zooming through the snowy London morning towards Heathrow.

Along the way, our fingers were interlocked with each other's. We didn't want to let go. We didn't say much, probably because we didn't know what to say, but we did stare at each other for almost the entire trip... Smiling, giggling...

We reached Heahtrow at a little after 10am, just enough time for her to get her tests done and checked herself in. She finished the process, and then she walked slowly towards me... Before throwing herself at me to hug me tightly.

"Safe flight..." I uttered. "I'm gonna miss you, Oppa..." she whispered cutely. "Me too, Winter... Me too..." I whispered, stroking her long blonde hair. "Promise me you'll come home as soon as the pandemic is over, okay?" she charged me. I chuckled and nodded. "I promise," I said.

She looked up and smiled, but her eyes were glistening. I knew mine were too, but we didn't do anything. We simply let our tears fell as we stared at each other, smiling, busy wiping each other's tears to no avail.

"I don't want to go..." she suddenly sulked, burying her face on my chest again. I chuckled. "Ya... Your bandmates are going to miss you..." I said, but she shook her head. "Honestly, right now... I don't care. I don't wanna be a singer anymore... I just want to be with you..." she whispered cutely.

Somehow, her words made me laugh. I gently cupped her cheeks with my hands and pressed my forehead against hers.

"No. You should carry on... And promise me that one day, you'll be so successful that you'll return here to London to record another song in Abbey Road Studio, and this time they'll empty their schedules for you..." I said sincerely.

Minjeong giggled and nodded, and I saw the adoring look in her eyes. I felt her tiny hands squeezing the back of my jacket as she pressed her body against mine.

"Okay, Oppa... I promise..." she said with conviction and confidence.

We hugged, we didn't want to let go. She looked up again after a while, and she pulled down her mask a little bit, revealing a smile. I chuckled and brushed a stray hair out of her forehead.

"Oppa... Can I request something?" she said. I nodded. "Anything, Winter..." I uttered.

She smiled, then she bit her lip, looking unsure.

"I... I know you don't like K-pop, but... Can you please at least listen to our songs?" she asked carefully.

My eyes widened.

"H–Hang on. You're... A K-pop singer? I thought your band does ballads... Like... Like 'Forever'," I whispered.

Minjeong giggled and shook her head.

"No... 'Forever' is an exception. We usually do more EDM and hip hop songs... Like 'Black Mamba', our debut song... And 'Next Level'... The one you watched me dance that day..." she said with a smile.

My heart stopped.

"W–What... Hang on... Minjeong... So you're saying that... That you're an..." "Idol. Yes... My band is... It's a rookie girl group. We debuted last month," she said.

Journal-nim

I HAD JUST SPENT TWO WEEKS WITH A K-POP IDOL!

"W–Wh... Which... Which company?"

Her eyes widened hearing my question, but she laughed and slapped my chest.

"Ya! That's the first thing you ask after knowing that your girlfriend is a K-pop idol? What does that even have to do with anything?" she charged. I laughed awkwardly. "S–Sorry..." I said sheepishly, but she continued smiling.

Minjeong grabbed my hand and whispered to my ears.

"SM Entertainment..."

Oh. My. God.

My girlfriend...

Kim Minjeong

Is an SM Entertainment idol.

ONE OF THE BIGGEST K-POP COMPANIES IN THE WORLD.

GOD.

That explains the VAN! That explains the chauffeur, that explains ABBEY ROAD STUDIO. That explains her MONEY as well! That explains everything!

I knew my eyes were opening so wide they almost popped out of the sockets. Minjeong cackled and squeezed my hands.

"Oppa..." she called out, staring at my eyes. "Y–Y–Yeah?" I stuttered, making her chuckle. "I... I still want you to know me only as Minjeong from Yangan-si..." she whispered sincerely.

My heart melted. I pulled her to a hug and whispered gently into her ear.

"Of course, Minjeong... I... You'll forever be my Minjeong from Yangan-si... Not Winter from an SM Entertainment girl group..." I whispered.

I felt her nodding, and she hugged me tighter. We stayed in the embrace for as long as we could, until we heard the PA system announcing that her Korean Airlines flight was boarding soon.

Slowly, reluctantly, we pulled away from each other, but our arms were still grasping each other. We stared into each other's eyes, we smiled, we didn't want to let go.

"Aespa..." she suddenly said. My eyebrows raised. "Eh?" "Aespa. That's my group's name..." she said.

I chuckled and nodded. What a weird name. I should ask her what it means one day.

"Alright. Aespa," I repeated. She nodded. "Be sure to be our biggest fan!" she commanded me. I laughed and nodded. "I will. I already am," I said, and she giggled.

The PA again. Gosh. I think I'll hate PAs after today.

"You should go..." I said. She nodded, but she still grabbed my arms. "I'll wait for you..." she said. I nodded and smiled, but tears started filling my eyes again. "I'll come home for you, my Winter. I promise," I said.

At that moment, a realization came to my mind. I chuckled as I squeezed her hands.

"You know... It's kinda funny that your nickname's Winter..." I said. She tilted her head cutely. "Oh? Why is that?" she asked. "Because... My name... Hajoon... It can also mean..." "Summer."

I stared at her in surprise. She knew? She does, doesn't she. She smiled warmly and inched her body closer to me.

"Yes. I know... We're the Summer-Winter couple..." she whispered.

Summer-Winter Couple. I like that. I love that.

With that, she pulled my mask, and we kissed. It was the warmest kiss I had ever experienced...

"I'm leaving my heart with you in London..." she whispered as we finally parted. I chuckled. "And I'm letting you bring my heart back to Seoul..." I replied. She nodded, tears wetting her cheeks. "I love you, my Summer..." she whispered. "I love you more, my Winter..." I whispered back. "Now go conquer the world..."

She giggled, and slowly, we parted. Inch by inch, millimeter by millimeter, our bodies separated from each other. Our hands held until the very last moment, our fingertips tried to touch as long as possible...

She walked backwards slowly, her eyes plastered to mine. She waved, and I did too. She entered the departure area, and she still waved. I watched her go through the passport check, then she waved again, blowing me kisses after kisses. I watched her walk further away...

Until finally she was out of my sight.

Right at that moment...

I broke down in tears.

I sobbed like I had never sobbed before. I looked up, trying to hide my face from the crowd. Tears were streaming non stop from my eyes.

And they're still streaming now.

Journal-nim...

I love her.

I love only her.

Journal-nim... You're my witness.

I promise... That I would never love anyone else. I promise... That my body would not touch any other body. I promise... That my lips would not touch any other lips.

And I promise...

That my heart would only belong to her.

To Kim Minjeong. My Winter...

My Fourteen Days of Winter were the most beautiful ones.

Journal-nim, thank you for being with me along the way. Until I meet her again, you'll be the record of everything that happened between us. Summer and Winter.

For now... All I can do is see her adorable smile everytime I open my phone.

Yes. I've changed my phone wallpaper to our selfie in front of the Twinings Shop. She changed it to the same photo too this morning.

For now...

OH MY GOD.

WHAT THE FUCK!!!!

JOURNAL-NIM!

...

JOURNAL-NIM!

I FORGOT TO EXCHANGE PHONE NUMBERS WITH HER!

[lsmu]

14 Days of Winter - From Minjeong

I guess Hajoon-Oppa calls you 'Journal-nim'. Kekeke... So sweet.

How do I write this?

Oh... Hang on...

Kim Minjeong Journal Entry Sunday, 26-12-2020. 06.13 AM West End, Apartment, London, UK

Did I write it wrongly? Oh well... :)

Journal-nim.

Thank you for being Hajoon-Oppa's friend these past fourteen days. I... He left you on the kitchen table, so when I went out earlier I found you. Sorry, I guess I shouldn't be that nosy, but I had just spent the past couple of hours reading everything he had written here these past two weeks, and...

Gosh. He wrote a lot, didn't he? He wrote everything that happened. He even wrote about last night. :) (Shy...)

I am the luckiest girl in the world.

He's still asleep, looking so cute. Gosh. It was the first time I woke up with someone by my side on the bed. I woke up at four, I think, and I found myself crying, knowing that today is going to be the last I'm going to see him for God knows how long...

So...

Journal-nim... Forgive me. Can I write a little something for the love of my life in you? I hope you don't mind... :)

Hajoon-Oppa. When you open this book again later today... I might already be flying back to Seoul. I...

I just want to say thank you for these past fourteen days. I couldn't imagine spending my quarantine with anyone else but you.

Thank you for keeping me happy. Even when I felt like shit, you're still able to make me smile again.

Thank you for showing me London. I promise I'll come back here again one day to explore more of this beautiful city with you.

Thank you for believing in me. And... Thank you for loving me.

I'm not good with words. Not as good as you.

I just want you to know that I love you. I'm going to wait for you back in Korea. Please find me when you're home. I'll wait for you... No matter how long.

Here's hoping the pandemic will end soon, so you can return to my arms again.

I love you, my Summer, Your Winter💙 김민정

PS: Journal-nim, please take good care of Oppa, okay? I trust you.

[lsmu]

14 Days of Winter - Day 6: 가지마

KIM HAJOON'S JOURNAL ENTRY FRI, DEC 18TH, 2020. 11.48 AM GMT. The Savoy. Junior Suite. My Room.

Journal-nim,

Something unexpected happened today.

Okay. I'm still shaking as I'm writing this... But... Here goes.

I woke up today feeling like shit. Maybe it was the cold weather, maybe it was the food last night (That pie did taste a little weird)...

But it was most probably because today was supposed to be our last day together. I was supposed to move to another room today. I was supposed to be separated from Minjeong.

All my belongings were packed, my suitcases were already standing up proudly by my room's door. As I showered and shaved, I decided that I shouldn't look like I was dreading today. Minjeong would finally get her freedom. The mistake that happened five days ago was supposed to be over today.

Thus... I put on my biggest smile, and I went out of my room to have breakfast.

But, to my surprise... Minjeong was looking dejected too.

That couldn't be right, could it, Journal-nim? That disappointment I picked up from her tone yesterday when I told her that the front desk called and told me that the room was indeed vacating today. That had to be my wishful thinking, right?

"Morning, Hajoon-hyung..." she said softly, biting her toast.

That wasn't the Minjeong I had gotten used to these last few days. The Minjeong I knew was cheerful, super confident (a little over confident at times), and beyond cute. This Minjeong looked sad. She didn't talk much during breakfast, only the occasional smiling and making small talk.

She confused me, Journal-nim...

Was she really disappointed that I would be leaving the suite? But... Why? She'd enjoy this absolutely huge suite on her own. She can talk with her three friends to her heart's content, she can roll around the carpet in the living room if she wants, she can practice her singing again...

Gosh... Her singing.

I knew I'd miss her voice. Haven't I told you? It was as clear as a bell. It was the most beautiful voice I've ever heard.

After we finished breakfast, the hotel staff knocked on our door, and when I opened it he asked me if I was ready to move out. I nodded, then I turned to look at Minjeong.

"Well... This is it, I guess..." I said, forcing a smile. She smiled too. (Gosh, Journal-nim... That smile). "Yeah... It's... Goodbye, I guess..." she said slowly. I chuckled. "No... We'll still go out on the same day, right? We'll meet again next Wednesday at the lobby!" I told her, trying to sound cheerful. She chuckled slightly and nodded. "Yes. I'll see you next Wednesday at the lobby! Then you need to show me Twining's shop at The Strand!" she said, sounding a little bit more cheerful, but her eyes were red.

Yes, Journal-nim. Her eyes were red. Maybe the cold weather made her eyes dry.

"Right... I'll get going then, it's been a pleasure knowing you, Kim Minjeong from Yangan-si..." I said. "Mm!" she replied cutely. "Likewise, Kim Hajoon from Yongin-si!"

We chuckled awkwardly. At that moment, Journal-nim, we stood there, staring at each other, not knowing what to do.

To be completely honest, I wanted to hug her. But that would make me an absolute creep, so I restrained myself.

Instead, I smiled at her one last time, and turned myself around. The hotel staff opened the door, and I wheeled my luggages out...

That, Journal-nim...

Was when the unexpected thing happened.

Okay... I'm shaking...

Here goes.

...

Journal-nim...

She grabbed my hand.

"Don't go..." she whispered.

I was stunned, and the hotel staff was too (of course he did. Number one: He didn't know what 가지마 meant. Number two: KIM MIN JEONG HAD JUST GRABBED MY HAND!). I turned to look at her...

And there she was, clinging to my hand with both of her tiny hands, looking down to the carpeted floor. I stared at her, not fully comprehending what she said.

"Don't go..." she repeated, then she lifted her eyes to look at me.

Her eyes were teary.

"... I don't want to be alone."

Okay.

OKAY. OKAY.

OKAY OKAY OKAY!

I'm shaking. Shit. I'm absolutely shaking.

Alright. Calm down, Hajoon. You're an intellectual.

Okay. Where was I?

Ah yes. She said that.

She said that... And my heart melted on the spot.

It melted into a puddle.

"M–Minjeong?" "Don't go. Don't move to the other room. Please just stay here with me. I'm... Fine. We have separate rooms anyway. I... I don't want to be quarantined alone. Please stay, Op–"

She bit her lips, and her face blushed as red as the Queen's Guards' uniform.

There she went again.

She had just almost called me 'Oppa' instead of 'Hyung' again.

I can't, Journal-nim. I can't. My heart will burst if it continues like this.

Question: What do you do when an absolutely adorable girl asks you to stay with her and not leave her alone?

It was a trick question... OF COURSE I STAYED!

I wanted to just jump up and hug her right then and there... But, again, it would make me an absolute creep. So... Again, I practiced restraint. Gosh. At this rate I'd pass as a Catholic priest.

Disclaimer: The hotel staff ended up thanking us profusely when we informed him that I would stay instead of moving to the other room. He said the hotel was going to be packed anyway, so any extra room would be great. So... Yeah. I did it for the greater good of Great Britain. I'm such a patriot... To a foreign country. Okay. That's beside the point.

Anyways!

Yes, I ended up staying, and so we wheeled my luggages back to my room, and Minjeong insisted on helping me unpack. Now, Journal-nim... That's when I noticed.

She looked so happy.

I tasked her to unpack my school stuff, and she did so with a huge smile on her face, humming a weird song about... Snakes? (She kept singing 'Black mamba... Ma-ma-ma-mamba...' and then 'Ayayayayayaya'). ...

Okay that was really weird.

But... She looked absolutely happy. And that was all that mattered.

I don't mind a little weirdness.

So... That's how the story goes this morning. We finished unpacking, and once everything was in place, she smiled from ear to ear and skipped out of my room, telling me that she'd talk to me again during lunch. That was supposed to be right about... Now.

"HAJOON-HYUNG! BAB MEOKJA! LUNCH HERE!'

No, Journal-nim. I didn't write it in all caps by mistake.

She did just SCREAM those words out loud. Now I'm hearing her laughing. She's evidently so happy.

Journal-nim... Why was she so happy?

She....

She couldn't, could she?

[lsmu]

14 Days of Winter - Day 5: Draw Me

KIM HAJOON'S JOURNAL ENTRY THU, DEC 17TH, 2020. 6.55 PM GMT. The Savoy. Junior Suite. My Room.

Journal-nim!

Today started out normally. I did my usual morning routine, before having breakfast with the cheerful Minjeong. We talked and joked throughout the meal, and afterwards she went straight into her room, telling me that she had to attend some meetings.

Kekeke... What meeting?

Still, all is well. Not spending time with Minjeong means I got to catch up on my studies and thesis. Our lunch was normal too, and after lunch she (again) went straight back to her room, telling me that she's got another meeting (gosh, so busy) and would see me again at tea time.

Now, tea time... That's when things got a little interesting.

We sat down around the dining table, sipping our tea (lapsang souchong, of course) and enjoying our crumpets and pastries, before suddenly Minjeong lifted her head and smiled at me.

"Hajoon-hyung, can I see what you're studying? What major are you anyway? Do you have some secret lab in your room?" she bombarded me with questions.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud, and she joined me promptly. (My gosh, Journal-nim...)

After our laughter died down, I had a super-dangerous idea in my mind. Should I? (Don't ask. I did it anyway).

"Come! See for yourself!" I said, mustering up my courage. "Let's go!" she replied immediately, punching her tiny fist in the air.

We laughed again, and I led her to my room. I opened the door and let her enter, and as soon as she saw my reference art books, sketchbooks, journals, and laptop, she let out a loud gasp (don't worry, I had hidden you in a safe place).

She turned to face me and glared at me with those beautiful, beautiful eyes of hers.

"YOU'RE AN ART STUDENT?" she exclaimed loudly. I laughed and nodded. "That bad, huh?" I asked, a little embarrassedly, but Minjeong shook her head rapidly. "No, no! That's amazing! You're amazing!" she continued exclaiming.

When she said that, Journal-nim... I swear I thought my heart stopped beating.

I'm amazing?

I don't know if I blushed, but from her reaction (she was giggling), maybe I was. Yeah. I definitely blushed. I could feel heat rushing to my face.

I let her explore my stuff, and she whistled in amazement every now and then. I stared at her (while smiling wide like a crazy person), and suddenly she muttered.

"I always admire visual art students..."

Okay. My heart was beating so fast when she said that. Gosh. Living with Minjeong is unhealthy for my heart, apparently.

"Y–You do?" I stuttered, but at that moment suddenly she turned to face me, waving my sketchbook in the air, grinning from ear to ear. "Ya, Hyung... Can you... Draw me?"

I can, of course. To be completely honest, I've been repressing that thought for quite a while now. I thought it would make me look like a creep. But now... It was her who asked me, right? Hence...

Confidently, I nodded.

"Sure! I'll draw you..." I told her, extending my arm to retrieve the sketchbook. "Like one of your French girls?" she suddenly quipped while slowly peeling the fabric of her cardigan off her shoulder.

I immediately got that reference. That was from the movie Titanic. That was when...

Okay. Let's not go there, shall we?

This time, I knew I was blushing full red. She noticed this, and she laughed out loud and shook her head.

"JOKING! JOKING!" she yelled and laughed at the same time. "YA! HYUNG! STOP BEING A PERVERT! YOU'RE AS RED AS TOMATO!" "I wasn't! I... I'm... J–Just... J–Just... Sit there. I'll... I'll draw you," I stuttered embarrassedly and pointed at the sofa in my room, trying to get on with it and forgetting the mention of that one raunchy scene from the movie.

Minjeong giggled, sat down on the sofa and smiled wide. I sat on my chair opposite her, picked up my pencil, and started drawing.

"How should I pose?" she asked. I chuckled. "Just be as comfortable as you like, and try to hold the position," I told her. "Will it be long?" she asked. "No. It's a simple sketch," I said, drawing strokes of her figure. "Should be less than five minutes." "Aw... I was expecting a full coloured, detailed illustration," she said. I laughed. "You'll have to pay for that," I retorted, regaining my composure. She giggled. "I can pay..." she said nonchalantly, then she giggled. "Joking again. Sorry, Hyung..." "Stay still, Minjeong..." "Okay..."

Journal-nim, I tried to draw her. I usually could draw someone quite beautifully in a flash, but this time, somehow, it was as if my hand, my mind, my entire body, wanted to prolong this moment. I took my time staring at her before going back to my sketch, and a split second later my eyes would return to her.

As I continued to draw lines after lines of Minjeong in my sketchbook, questions started flooding my mind.

How could someone be as beautiful as her? How could someone have those eyes she have... Those almond shaped eyes. How could someone have those small, delicate lips? How could anyone have that skin? So clear, so smooth, so fair... It glistened like snow on a beautiful winter day.

Journal-nim... How could anyone be that perfect?

I continued drawing for a few more minutes, almost completing the illustration. As I lifted my eyes for the last time to capture the details of her face...

That's when... Our eyes met.

I...

I....

I have no words to describe it.

Journal-nim... I think I've fallen for her.

Yeah. I think I have.

But... Before I could do anything, Minjeong smiled and stretched her hands forward.

"Are you done? Come! Show it to me!" she said cheerfully.

I stumbled to turn the sketchbook, and when she saw my drawing she jumped up and gasped in surprise. I giggled. She was simply adorable.

"You like it?" I asked her. She nodded rapidly and grabbed the sketchbook. "I love it!" she said breathlessly. "Can I keep it?" "Ya... It's your commissioned piece! Of course it's yours!" I said.

She cheered and twirled in place. I laughed as I carefully ripped the page out of my sketchbook and gave it to her. She stared at my drawing of her with a wide smile.

"It's beautiful..." she whispered.

You're beautiful, Minjeong.

She looked up at me and beamed as bright as the afternoon sun.

"Gomawo, Op–... Hyung."

Now it was her who blushed. She caught herself right at the last moment before calling me 'Oppa'.

I felt my heart fluttering, but before I could do anything about it, the phone rang.

I walked over to the phone next to my bed and picked it up. It was the front desk. They informed me that the other room is indeed vacating tomorrow, so... One of us can move there tomorrow.

To be completely honest, I had forgotten about that completely. And to be completely honest-honest... I don't want us to be separated. But... Minjeong might think differently, right?

"Who was it?" she asked. "Front desk. The other room is indeed vacating tomorrow," I told her. "Oh..."

Journal-nim... I don't understand her reaction. Wasn't she supposed to be happy? But instead, I sensed... Disappointment?

She couldn't, could she?

"So, uh... I should pack, then?" she said slowly.

(Again, I noticed reluctance in her voice. No. Maybe it's just my wishful thinking).

"No, no. I should be the one moving! You should enjoy this suite a little longer!" I told her. "Ah... Yeah... Thanks, Hyung..." she replied. "That's very kind of you."

We stood there in an awkward silence for a while, unsure of what to do after hearing the news. After a while, she took a sharp breath and looked up. A smile curved up on her beautiful face.

"Well... I should leave you to your study, then! Sorry to barge in like this..." she said. I shook my head. "No, no! I enjoyed the company," I said, trying to sound cool. She chuckled. "Yeah... I... I should leave. Let's talk again at dinner?" she proposed.

I smiled and nodded. Then, I did something stupid.

"Nowadays, I'm kind of... Used to you calling me out for dinner," I told her.

She was stunned. Of course she was stunned. Stop being such a creep, Hajoon!

But... A second later... She giggled.

"Then I'll call you again later," she told me, before walking out of my room, clutching the drawing I had given her.

That, Journal-nim, was three hours ago. And now...

"Hajoon-hyung! Bap meokja! Dinner's here!"

That's my cue. I should enjoy tonight's dinner.

... It'll be our last dinner together anyway.