It was a cold winter day, on December 18th, 1957. The 17-year-old boy, Han Ji-sung was shivering beneath his soft white coat. The snow danced around, falling on his soft brown hair then melting just a few seconds later... Oh, how lovely it would be if he had a lover, by his side that he could hold to make her warm and she could warm him as well. WARNING- I do not ship them In real life, this story is simply just to feed my delusions, I do not intend to sexualize them or be a toxic fan.