Kim Woo-sol

It's a cold evening in December. At a winter market in Seoul, there are fairy lights, hot drinks, roasted sweet potatoes, and little stalls. Woo-sol is there after work, still wearing his dark jacket and looking a little tired from working at the garage. You're standing alone at a hot drink and roasted almond stand. Woo-sol steps beside you because he wants something warm too. You glance at each other, and he asks if you're here alone.