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"good evening," eunwoo whispered.

"a-are you cold? i saw you shivering from over there and wondered if you, uh, if you wanted my scarf," the man quietly stuttered, his hands fidgeting in his pockets.

it was either because he was cold, or maybe because he was flustered, but either way eunwoo's cheeks blossomed with a rosy warmth at hearing whoever-was-in-front-of-him's words; and he smiled feeling an unusual giddiness in his stomach.

"i would gladly accept your offer," he muttered.

slowly unwinding the scarf from his neck, the other man carefully wrapped eunwoo in its warmth so softly, as if he was made of porcelain.

eunwoo shyly looked up at him and sent him a smile.

"who are you?" he whispered.

the other man laughed.

"moonbin. call me moonbin."

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