Yuta jogged up to the front door of his father's quaint house. Snow had started to fall on the drive home. It was the pretty kind of snow with giant soft flakes that stayed present on your clothes, hair, and eyelashes.

The lights were mostly off inside from what Yuta could see, but the blue light coming from the tv flickered on the walls. He hoped his father was distracted by whatever was on to not care about Yuta missing dinner at home, or not letting his father know he would be gone most of the day. For a parent that wasn't always the most caring, he sure did like to know every detail of Yuta's whereabouts. Probably because he depended on Yuta to get things done when he was home.

Yuta quietly opened the door, but found it difficult to keep it from squeaking. Shivering, Yuta closed it carefully behind him and shook the snowflakes from his hair.

"Yuta?" his dad called from the living room.

"Yeah, it's me."

A couple of footsteps could be heard shuffling on the carpet as his father came to stand in the doorway. A half empty beer bottle was grasped in one hand while the other was lazily placed on his hip. Yuta noticed his father was still dressed in his factory work attire. "Where have you been all day?"

Though he seemed calm, Yuta's heart skipped a beat in worry because he knew there was anger behind his father's tone. "I was hanging out with a friend who invited me over for dinner."

"I'm glad you got to eat," he grumbled, taking a swig of beer. "I thought you would be home to make dinner."

Yuta began to take off his coat. "Why didn't you pick something up, or make something yourself?" he suggested while talking in a low voice.

"Because I've been working all day and I'm exhausted." His father's volume went up a bit. "I'm trying to earn money to help support both myself and your forgetful ass."

"I'm sorry," Yuta avoided eye contact, "I'll make sure to text you before going anywhere." He then lowered to a mumble. "It's not like I'm in college and old enough to care for myself."

"You wanna speak up, boy?" His father raised his eyebrows, leaning forward a bit.

Yuta only shook his head while pressing his lips together.

"Well, if you're not gonna be convenient here, then why don't you go to your room?" With that, Yuta's father went back to the living room to continue watching TV.

Yuta slowly exhaled through his mouth, thankful the conversation ended. "I love this holiday cheer," he said under his breath before walking up a set of steep, narrow stairs to his small room. He couldn't wait to get enough money to be able to move into a place of his own. Yuta couldn't think of a single time he and his father were able to have a civil conversation. The one he just had was pretty mild compared to most.

   You could say his father was Yuta's worst fear.

Yuta didn't even bother to turn on the lights when he entered his room. He closed the door behind him and fell onto his bed in the dark room. He wasn't tired, but he didn't have the motivation to do anything. All his energy was drained when he step foot into that house. Out of boredom, Yuta messed with his phone while staring up. A light post outside casted a yellow glow on his ceiling through the window, and the shadows of the giant snowflakes could be seen in that spot.

   Before even thinking twice, Yuta held up his phone to look at the screen. He scrolled through his contacts to find WinWin's name to call him. He needed someone to talk to.

   The phone rang about three times before a voice cut in. "Yuta? Why are you calling? We just saw each other. Did something happen?"

   "Ah, stop worrying about me." Yuta smiled.

   "I mean, you're calling me after being at my house not more than twenty minutes ago. I can't help but assume there's a reason?"

   Yuta paused before changing the subject. "Have you ever tried pottery?"

   WinWin sighed. "Do you think I've tried pottery?"

   "Just because you can't necessarily see the clay doesn't mean you can't feel the shape."

   "Are you trying to invite me to do pottery with you?"

   "You like it? Date number three," Yuta teased.

   "You're dumb." Yuta could tell by the tone of WinWin's voice that he was trying to hide a smile when talking. "I guess I could try it, but don't expect too much from me."

   "I'll help you, don't worry. Saturday, noon? I can pick you up."

   "That works for me, but I'll have Yieun drop me off."

   "Why do you make excuses to not let me drive you? I'm an excellent driver, I swear."

   "It's nothing... I just don't want you to have to go out of your way to pick me up."

   "It's really not a problem. I would be more than happy to."

   WinWin hesitated on the other end of the call. Yuta waited patiently for him to answer. "Maybe next time," he finally decided.

   "Okay, if that's what you want. I'll see you Saturday then."

   "Sounds like a plan. Is that all you called me for?"

   "Yep," Yuta turned his head to look out the window. "Just wanted to make plans for this weekend since I have nothing else to do."

   "Yuta?" WinWin's voice became softer. "Is everything okay?"

   "Why do you ask? I'm feeling great."

   "I just wanted to make sure. See you Saturday. Goodbye."

   "Goodbye and goodnight," Yuta said before ending the call. He watched the snow fall until his eyes fluttered and eventually put him to sleep.