(y/n) = First name
(e/c) = Eye color
(h/c) = Hair color
(y/c) = Your city
— Aren’t you cold?
Jiwoo looked over his shoulder and stared at you for a bit.
— Cold is for peasants.
You quietly stared back from the balcony’s door, slowly closing it and pulling a blanket from the shaft. He was absent mindedly looking at the sky, taking notes on a small notebook. You put the blanket over his back, and he slightly pulls it next to his body, a small smile escaping from his lips.
— So I guess even noblesse feels the cold wheatear of (y/c), right?
— Shut up, (y/n)! — He blushed in answer to your teasing.
— May I sit here? — You pointed a place right beside him.
But you sat anyways.
The small notebook on his hand contained some drawings — Points and traces, formed by the risks of the pencil, gently dancing over the paper. Those were soon forming a full d