Inside a cozy little igloo.
“Never in my life did I imagine I would light a campfire in the middle of a snowfield.”
Yoo Seongwoon lay sprawled on the floor like a patient and smiled awkwardly. Gio, who was carefully stacking dry branches on the fire, nodded.
“It is a romantic situation.”
“People ordinarily don’t look for romance in a snowfield like this, Gio.”
“Then where does everyone look for romance?”
“Ah… You weren’t joking. Goodness.”
The Portrait made so many jokes that hardly sounded like jokes that Yoo Seongwoon had been confused for a moment.
“I don’t know how you define romance. Is it very different from how an Earthling would?”
“An Earthling?”
“A Korean. Maybe the cold twisted my mouth. Try to understand.”
“You look extremely cold, so I will understand. My idea of romance is nothing remarkable. Going out into space to look at the stars, for example.”
“That is an enormous scale for something supposedly unremarkable. No, when people think of romance, don’t they normally imagine going camping somewhere, or a dreamlike, romantic scene?”
“You are more sentimental than I thought, Mr. Yoo Seongwoon. I will keep that in mind.”
“What could you possibly need to keep that in mind for?”
He truly could not predict it.
“…Hmm. Well, it is nice and warm.”
It was a mercy one could never expect in the snowfield.
Yoo Seongwoon rolled onto his side. Moving fingers that remained stiff as ice, he pulled Gio’s blanket more tightly around himself. Perhaps his body was absorbing the heat of the fire before him, because he…