Winter’s Serenade

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The city glistened under a blanket of snow, each flake shimmering in the pale morning light. Taehyung stuffed his hands into his coat pockets as he stepped out into the crisp air, his breath fogging up in front of him. He didn't know why he had agreed to meet Jungkook so early, especially when he valued his quiet mornings so much. But something about the younger man's unrelenting energy was infectious, and he found himself looking forward to the day.

Jungkook waved from across the street, bundled in a thick scarf and a knitted hat that perched slightly askew on his head. His wide grin broke through the cold like a ray of sunshine, and Taehyung couldn't help but smile in return. As they began their walk, the city came alive around them—children building snowmen, couples strolling hand-in-hand, and the occasional street performer braving the chill to entertain passersby.

They wandered aimlessly, letting their conversation flow as naturally as the falling snow. Jungkook's curiosity was boundless. He peppered Taehyung with questions about his music—when he started composing, what inspired him, and what it felt like to perform. Taehyung, usually guarded, found himself answering with surprising ease.

"Music is... it's like speaking without words," Taehyung said, pausing to watch a snowflake land on his glove. "It's the only way I know how to say what I truly feel."

Jungkook tilted his head, studying him. "And what is it you feel?"

Taehyung hesitated. The question was simple, but the answer felt impossibly complex. "Loneliness, sometimes. But also hope. I think it's both."

Jungkook nodded thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the horizon. "I get that. For me, photography is about capturing the in-between moments—the ones people don't notice but hold all the meaning."

They continued walking, their words hanging in the frosty air like delicate threads weaving their connection.

☼ Will Continue...✫