Jungtae took a cab and headed to Owen's apartment. Snow gathered along the entrance steps.
Jungtae stood there. At first, he told himself he'd only stay a minute.
But minutes passed. Then more.
His breath fogged in front of him. Snowflakes clung to his clothes. His nose turned red from the cold.
Still, he didn't move.
Memories overlapped with the present.
Owen leaning against the doorway waiting for him, his teasing.
'I can't hate you.'
An hour passed.
The cold finally started seeping through his coat. His fingers felt stiff even inside his gloves.
Slowly, Jungtae pulled out his phone.
His hands trembled slightly as he opened his contacts.
Owen. He tapped it.
The message screen opened, their old conversation still saved. He stared at the empty text box.
Then he typed: "Merry Christmas."
His thumb hovered. He pressed send.
The message failed instantly.
Unable to send in a red text.
Jungtae stared at it for a long time. "…Right," he whispered to himself.
