@jangpee
As mush as she tried to hide it, it was still obvious that she was freezing. Her hands were as cold as ice even she deny it and even her lips were starting to change color from pink to blue. “Thanks,” she said timidly taking the gloves from him and wore it herself. “You hands are big.” She noticed the size of it when she pulled it over her right hand. “But it’s cool. – You sure you’ll be fine? – We can just drop by a store and buy myself one no need to be all gentleman and act nice.” She raised her brows, waiting for his answers before wearing the other piece on her left hand.
` ㅂ ´ ┊ Try huge. Kibum’s hands are huge. The hugest in his group of four other men so of course it’s gigantic when one-to-one with dainty, petite hands like that of the girl before him. Every time wide palms and long, thin fingers wrapped around that of another it was the equivalent of Godzilla devouring the sky scrapers of Tokyo. “Ah, that’s unnecessary. Just because they’re a little—”Really “--big doesn’t mean they can’t keep you warm. What, you aren’t use to being treated by a gentleman?” If Kibum had a middle name it would be gentleman, not an act nor a facade, he even makes sure to get his hands busy (because now he’s hyper-aware that they’re just there, dangling, looking ‘big’, feeling huge and already frostbitten), aiding her in fitting the left glove onto her hand. “This is real Italian leather, by the way. You won’t find anything like this at the stores around here.” A wry, but smug smile is dimpling his cheeks, “I promise~”
