Namjoon watched as Hana played in the snow, her cheeks rosy from the cold, her laughter filling the air like music. She had a childlike joy about her that was infectious, and he found himself smiling as he watched her spin around, throwing her arms up to catch the falling snowflakes. The crisp white snow framed her delicate features, making her look ethereal, almost like a snow angel.

He had his phone out, capturing candid shots of her in the snow. He wasn’t a professional photographer by any means, but he loved having these little moments preserved, especially when Hana looked so radiant. Her hair was slightly tousled, her smile wide, and her eyes sparkled with pure joy.

“Hey, Hana,” he called out, causing her to pause in her snow-throwing frenzy. She looked over at him with a curious tilt of her head, her nose adorably pink from the cold.

“Yeah?” she asked, walking toward him as she stuffed her gloved hands into the pockets of her coat.

“Let me take a few more pictures of you,” he said, gesturing for her to stand by a particularly scenic spot where the snow had piled up in soft mounds, and the evergreens stood tall and majestic in the background.

Hana laughed, shaking her head. “You’re obsessed with taking pictures of me,” she teased, though she didn’t protest as she made her way over to the spot he pointed at.

“Can you blame me? You look beautiful out here,” he replied, his voice low and sincere.

Hana’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she gave him a soft smile as she posed for the camera. She started off a little shyly, standing with her hands clasped in front of her and her head tilted slightly, but Namjoon encouraged her to loosen up.

“Just be yourself,” he said, capturing a few shots of her laughing as she tried to toss a snowball his way.

She giggled as she let her guard down, moving more freely as she played in the snow, occasionally glancing over her shoulder at him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. He snapped pictures of her tossing snow into the air, twirling with her arms outstretched, and even kneeling down to shape a snowball with a focused expression on her face.

Namjoon couldn’t get enough of her. Each click of the camera seemed to capture a different facet of her beauty—her joy, her playfulness, her grace. He moved closer, wanting to capture the details: the way her hair caught the light, the soft flutter of her lashes, the slight curve of her lips as she smiled.

After a while, Hana stood up and dusted the snow off her coat before walking over to Namjoon. She tugged on his coat sleeve, pulling him out of his role as the photographer.

“Alright, your turn,” she declared with a grin.

Namjoon raised an eyebrow. “Me?”

“Yes, you!” Hana said with a playful roll of her eyes. “You’ve been taking pictures of me all day. Now it’s time for some of us together.”

Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle. “Alright, alright. What do you want to do?”

Hana stepped closer, grabbing his phone from his hands and holding it out in front of them. “Let’s start with a simple one,” she said, leaning into his side as she angled the camera. Namjoon wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close as they both smiled for the picture.

“See? Easy,” she said after snapping the photo. But before Namjoon could protest, she handed the phone back to him and grabbed his hands. “But I’m thinking we need something more... romantic.”

Namjoon’s heart fluttered at the word, and he let her lead him toward a small clearing where the snow was undisturbed, the ground a pristine white canvas. Hana stopped and turned to him, a playful glint in her eyes.

“Okay, now hold me like this,” she instructed, placing his hands on her waist. She then looped her arms around his neck and smiled up at him. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat as he looked down at her, realizing just how close they were.

“Like this?” he asked softly, his hands gently resting on her waist as he looked down into her bright eyes.

Hana nodded, her smile softening as she gazed up at him. “Perfect.”

Namjoon held up his phone, snapping the picture, but his focus wasn’t on the screen. It was on her—the way her body fit so perfectly against his, the warmth of her breath as it mingled with the cold air between them. He was supposed to be taking photos, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss her right there in the snow.

Without thinking, he leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. Hana looked up at him, her lips parting slightly as her breath hitched. They stayed like that for a moment, their breaths mingling in the cold air, the world around them falling away as they lost themselves in each other’s gaze.

“Namjoon,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees.

He smiled softly, lifting his hand to cup her cheek. “I know,” he whispered back, his voice just as quiet.

Then, in one smooth motion, he dipped his head and captured her lips in a tender, lingering kiss. The snow continued to fall around them, but neither of them noticed. All that mattered in that moment was each other—the warmth of their bodies, the softness of their lips, the way their hearts seemed to beat in perfect unison.

When they finally pulled apart, Hana was breathless, her cheeks flushed from more than just the cold. Namjoon pressed another soft kiss to her forehead before pulling back and smiling down at her.

“I think we got the perfect shot,” he said with a teasing grin, glancing at his phone, which had captured their kiss.

Hana laughed softly, resting her forehead against his chest as she shook her head. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“And you love it,” Namjoon teased, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a warm embrace.

They spent the rest of the afternoon taking more pictures together—some playful, some romantic. Namjoon picked Hana up and spun her around in the snow, making her laugh as she clung to him, and in return, she insisted on taking a few more photos of him, though he was more reluctant to be in front of the camera.

But by the end of the day, they had a collection of memories captured in photos—moments of pure joy, laughter, and love.

As the sun began to set and the sky turned a soft shade of pink, they headed back to their cabin. Hana’s arms were full of snowball battle souvenirs, and Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle as he carried the bags from their shopping earlier. But no matter what they held in their hands, the true treasure of the day was the time they spent together, lost in their own little world of love and happiness.

When they finally reached the cabin, Namjoon set everything down and turned to Hana, his eyes soft and full of affection.

“Thank you,” he said quietly.

Hana blinked, a little surprised. “For what?”

“For today,” he replied, stepping closer and cupping her face in his hands. “For being with me, for making this the best day I’ve had in a long time.”

Hana’s heart melted at his words, and she smiled up at him, leaning into his touch. “You don’t have to thank me for that, Namjoon. I’m just as happy to be here with you.”

Namjoon smiled softly, his thumb brushing over her cheek as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you,” he whispered against her lips.

“I love you too,” Hana whispered back, her heart swelling with happiness.

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of the cabin and the memories of their day together, Namjoon knew that he had found something truly special—something that no photograph could ever capture. He had found love, pure and simple, and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever known.