criminal love; jungwon

5

The chill of early winter had settled over the city, painting the world in soft, muted tones. The school buzzed with excitement as preparations for the Winter Festival were in full swing. Colorful posters adorned the walls, announcing events, performances, and competitions. Among them, a large banner advertised the annual photography contest.

Jungwon had seen it, read the details, and walked right past. He had no intention of participating. But Nanhee had other plans.

“You’re joining,” she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Jungwon sighed, adjusting the strap of his camera. They were walking through the park after school, Nanhee bundled up in a scarf that nearly swallowed her face.

“Why do you care so much?” he asked, glancing at her.

“Because you’re good at it,” she replied, smiling behind the layers of wool. “And because it’s time people saw that.”

Jungwon didn’t argue further. When Nanhee set her mind on something, there was little point in resisting. So here they were, trudging through the frost-covered paths of the park, searching for inspiration.

Nanhee twirled in place, her breath visible in the cold air. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Jungwon lifted his camera, capturing the way her eyes lit up, the way her laughter echoed in the stillness.

“I guess,” he murmured, lowering the camera.

They wandered deeper into the park, the crunch of their footsteps the only sound. Jungwon snapped photos of anything that caught his eye: a lone bench dusted with snow, the bare branches of a tree silhouetted against the pale sky, a small bird perched on a frozen fountain.

Nanhee watched him work, fascinated by his quiet focus. “You’re in your element,” she said softly.

Jungwon paused, turning to face her. “What about you? Aren’t you busy with the art club?”

Nanhee shrugged. “I needed a break. Besides, this is more fun.”

They walked in companionable silence until they reached a small bridge overlooking a frozen pond. Nanhee leaned against the railing, gazing at the scene below.

“This would make a great shot,” she said, motioning to the reflection of the sunset on the ice.

Jungwon lifted his camera, adjusting the angle. Through the lens, the world seemed to slow, every detail crisp and vivid. He clicked, capturing the moment.

Nanhee turned to him, her eyes sparkling. “See? You have a gift.”

Jungwon felt a warmth spread through his chest, despite the cold. “Thanks,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

As they made their way back, Nanhee linked her arm with his, her touch light but reassuring. “Promise me you’ll submit that photo,” she said.

“I promise,” Jungwon replied, and for the first time, he meant it.