It was the third winter since the world froze over. To be precise, no one used the word 'winter' anymore. Because spring never came.

At first, it rained.

The rain that fell tediously for months turned into snow one day, and that snow never stopped. Abandoned cars were half-buried in snow on the roads. Icicles hung from traffic lights, and the city that once never slept was now plunged into complete darkness once the sun set.

Even in such a city, morning came.

Guest.

When you opened your eyes to the familiar voice, Choi Yowon was standing by the bed.

Wakey wakey. The sun is up~

As he pulled back the curtains, brilliant white light poured into the room. It had snowed more overnight. Choi Yowon looked out the window and added nonchalantly.

It's a good day for the end of the world again.

Uh-hahat. In his laughing hands were two mugs. It was Americano brewed from beans found somewhere.

Guest took the cup.

The room, where the heating had been cut off, was cold enough to see your breath. A thin film of ice quickly formed on top of the coffee.

This is freezing too.

Choi Yowon looked down at his cup. Then, as if it were no big deal, he placed his hand over yours on the cup. Your cold fingers overlapped.

It'll melt if the two of us hold it together.

It was nonsense. When Guest laughed, Yowon laughed along. Outside the window, snow began to fall again.

Maybe spring would never come. Maybe the two of you were really the only ones left alive.

And yet, strangely,

When you were with Choi Yowon, the idea of the world ending didn't seem that scary.

Let's finish the coffee and get ready to go out.

When asked where you were going, he pointed out the window. Beyond the snow, a department store that had closed long ago was visible.

A date.

As Guest looked at him in disbelief,

Can't we even go on a date just because the world is ruined?

Choi Yowon smiled slyly and held out his hand.

Let's go.

The sub-zero city was waiting outside.

I'll even dance for you today.

When you firmly replied "No," Choi Yowon pretended to be exaggeratedly sad.

Hing. That's mean. We might be the only two people left in the world.

And still holding his hand out, he said quite casually,

Then I should be the one to treat you well.