His Snow Flower 3

                                    

                                          
Chapter 3: My Snow Flower
The next morning, the snow continued to blanket the city, casting a soft, quiet veil over everything in sight. Inside the towering glass office of Kim Enterprises, Taehyung sat at his desk, eyes unfocused as he stared out at the wintry landscape.
Last night’s thoughts still clung to him, the weight of his success doing little to fill the growing void in his chest. Even his brothers, with all their warmth and love, couldn’t thaw the icy loneliness he felt.
His phone buzzed suddenly, breaking his reverie. The name Peakboy flashed on the screen.
“Morning, hyung,” Taehyung answered, his voice flat.
“You sound as if you’ve been working all night,” Peakboy teased. “Come on, step away from that office for once. Let’s grab a coffee or something. You need a breather.”
Taehyung sighed, glancing at the endless work piling up on his desk. “I’m fine. Just busy.”
“Busy being miserable.” Peakboy’s tone was more insistent now. “One hour, that’s all I’m asking. Meet me downstairs.”
Taehyung hesitated, but eventually caved. “Fine. One hour.”
Minutes later, wrapped in a thick coat and scarf, Taehyung stepped out into the chilly air, snow falling gently around him. The cold bite of winter was sharp, but it did nothing to dull the thoughts swirling in his mind. He found Peakboy waiting for him, holding two cups of coffee.
“You actually came out,” Peakboy grinned, handing him a cup. “Miracles do happen.”
Taehyung rolled his eyes but took the coffee gratefully. They started walking in silence, the snow muffling the usual noise of the city, creating a serene, almost magical atmosphere. But then, as they passed a small corner shop, something caught Taehyung’s attention—a figure across the street.
There, standing by a snow-covered fountain, was a young man, his dark hair tousled by the wind, snowflakes clinging to his clothes. He was looking at the snow-covered ground with a soft expression, almost as if he belonged in the scene. There was a quiet beauty about him, something ethereal that made Taehyung stop in his tracks.
Peakboy followed his gaze and chuckled. “Ah, I see you’ve noticed him.”
“Who is that?” Taehyung asked, his voice low, eyes still locked on the boy.
“That’s Snow Boy,” Peakboy replied casually. “That’s what everyone around here calls him.”
“Snow Boy?” Taehyung repeated, intrigued.
Peakboy nodded. “Yeah. No one really knows much about him. He comes and goes with the snow, appearing out of nowhere. He’s… kind of a mystery. But everyone says he’s different, like he brings warmth even in the coldest of winters.”
Taehyung couldn’t tear his eyes away. The boy—Snow Boy—had an aura about him that Taehyung couldn’t quite place. There was something delicate, something that stirred a long-forgotten part of his heart.
“Why do they call him that?” Taehyung asked, barely above a whisper.
“Because, like the snow, he’s always there in winter. He shows up when it’s coldest and disappears when the snow melts,” Peakboy explained. “But there’s something special about him. He has this way of making you feel warm, even when everything around you is frozen.”
Taehyung’s chest tightened as he continued to watch the boy. There was something so familiar about the way he moved, the softness in his eyes. It was as if Taehyung had been searching for him without even realizing it.