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The streets are lonely, only a few cars driving by with Christmas music playing loudly, some people wave and greet you a merry Christmas.

Other than that, this Christmas is lonely, with it only being an hour into the 25th of December, children are sleeping and the only lights that come from their houses are the Christmas tree.

If you peek over your shoulder, you're sure to see your cat curled up by the mini tree you bought this year. It's the first Christmas you're spending alone, all alone, not even with friends. They made sure to send you a text and maybe even a few calls, but thats it.

Quarantine sure has made people very lonely. Well, for you at least.

Your balcony barely has any shade from the snow, so your rain boots are wet and your coat is lightly coated with white, though it melts away instantly.

You usually like being alone, just to enjoy things for yourself, but lately you've been feeling a bit too lonely.

Just as you wonder how your sister's been doing, a certain movement at the corner of your eyes catch you, before you find it's Sunwoo, the guy who used that lame pick up line on you the first time you spoke.

You watch as he slams the roof door shut, before turning around and kneeling to grab a handful of snow. You can't help but smile when you hear his laughs, and see the snow he throws in the air.

He jumps around and spins in the snow, and you can feel the happiness radiate off of him.

It doesn't take long for Sunwoo to spot you, staring at him with a smile. He can't lie about the way his heart beats faster.

He throws his arms up, waving enthusiastically with no words. After a short wave back from you he waves even harder and yells, "Happy Christmas, Y/n!!"

You wave harder, just like him, and through laughs, you reply, "Merry Christmas, Kim Sunwoo!"

And for the next half an hour you two have a chat, yelling across the street about your lives. He asks about your cat, and you bring him out, along with the mini Chistmas tree you bought because it's just that small, and he comments about how your cat sometimes visits his building and chills on the roof. You've always wondered where he would go.

And as you bid Sunwoo goodbye when he opens the exit of the roof, you feel warm inside. A sensation you didn't have before.

No friends, no family, just you in your apartment.

Usually, on boring Saturday's like these, you like to sit on the balcony of your room, and count each car or bike that passes by.

But alas, not more than 19 cars have passed by your street, which is ridiculous, but it's a pandemic after all.

It's a little pass noon, the sun has started to set, and there's a beautiful glow of golden pooling into your room. It's stunning, yes, but you've already had days and days of the same old sunlight. Rain would be a little better.

Just as you rest your head on your palm and gaze out into the street once again, you are met face to face with a stranger on the roof.

He seems to be having fun, running around and yelling nonsense, grinning from ear to ear. You can't help but feel a little jealous.

With one spin, and the stranger is facing you, and he notices your gaze on him.

A smile swoops on his lips, before his arm is sticking up, and he's waving at you. "Hey!"

Alarmed, you look left to right to see if he's talking to someone else, only to find that you and the man are the only ones outside.

"Hi," you speak, though it's not too loud. You make sure to make your wave visible to him.

"My name is Sunwoo!"

A laugh leaves your lips, feeling a little enlightened at his outgoing and very welcoming conversation.

"I'm Y/n." You say, speaking a lot louder than before.

"Hey, are you in quarantine?"

The sudden question confuses you, in many ways.

First, it's a pandemic, the whole world should be in the safety of their homes, and second, who starts a conversation like this?

"I mean, yeah. The whole world is,"

"Cool, cool."Sunwoo chuckles and nods, leaning on one of the walls on the roof. "You know what I would call you, then?"

There's a brief moment of silence, that gives you much time to think, but frankly, you have absolutely no clue as to what the answer is.

"I'd call you a quarantine cutie. Cutie with a q."

Another silence envelops the conversation, one that was much expected.

What you weren't expecting, however, is the beating of your heart quickening, and the smile that threatens to curl your lips up.

Instead, you sigh, and shake your head, "Are you drunk?"

"No,

"Then that was horrible."

"I'm sorry,"

"But it was cute, too," you add on. Your heart goes crazy when Sunwoo laughs and jumps up and down triumphantly, feeling the many laughs bubbling through your throat.