✦ cold days, warm tea, hot buns ➝
it’s not long since his return to the capital, but dongho was getting used to the bustling of the markets and the rows upon rows of stone walls of the yangban residencies that marked its absolute authority further away. it’s a huge difference from the coastal town he was just situated for the last few weeks. even if the city was his home, years being away from it had dawn upon him when he’s traveling alone without a guide.
but physical memory had brought him to the place he needed to go, and he stepped through the doors of the very residence he was supposed to arrive. he waved the servants from having to lead him all the way in, knowing his way pretty well, and shook his head as they scurried off immediately.
well, enough about them. it seemed like he’s already late, because in comparison, hui was always, always early. stepping into the open air onto the snow, following the fading trail of footsteps to the very middle. without greeting the residence owner, he turned on his back and free fall onto the padding of the white blanket of snow, not deep that it would bury him, but enough to sink slightly inside at a comfortable range. from the corner of his eye, flakes of snow was kicked into the air, and the son of section head general seo, a soldier himself, did just the same.
moving his arms and legs in a waddling motion, he let his inner child run free along his young friend in the house of their other handsome friend.
