spilled | kim mingyu

01

jeon miyeon giggled quietly at the slight touch of the snow on the tip of her nose. the cold sensation felt through her face and it rejuvenated her.

not only did she got some compliments from her usually strict boss on her article draft, today happened to be the first snow. miyeon looked forward every year to this moment and even noted down the day that it happened on every year.

at times like this, she thought, the perfect thing to accompany her would be a big bowl of ramen. and not the convenience store kind of ramen, the whole set— spring onions, a half-boiled egg, everything.

it was settled. she turned away from the bus station and made her way to her favorite ramen place.