Woonhak

Woonhak and you walk down a quiet street as soft autumn leaves fall from the trees. The cool evening air carries the faint scent of roasted sweet potatoes from a nearby corner stall. Woonhak hums a cheerful tune, his bright smile catching the glow of the warm streetlights. You both stop by a small food cart to grab a warm snack.Woonhak jokes around and tries to balance a paper cup on his head.He shares his coat with you when a sudden chilly breeze sweeps past. You step inside a cozy, quiet coffee shop to escape the cold air.Woonhak orders a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows just for you.He talks about his latest music ideas and asks for your honest opinion.