JACKET , kim sunoo .
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇，❝ sunoo gives you his jacket. and a bit more. ❞
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YN
“𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗗.” i muttered under my breath, balling my hands into fists, trying to stop my teeth from chattering.
the air was heavy with the dampness of non-stop rain for three days straight, and now that the rain had given up, the streets were left with a thick wall of fog. grey clouds dominated the sky, almost as if they were threatening to break and unleash hell for a fourth time.
as we walked, sunoo talked about some drama he had recently seen, complaining that it was painfully predictable. i hummed in agreement, rubbing my hands together in an attempt to generate some heat. it wasn’t working.
the wind only got stronger, striking and slicing against my skin, resulting in me to suck in a sharp breath. i stared at my shoes, trying to focus on the rhythm of my steps rather than the fact mother nature was trying to give me hypothermia.
“you’re freezing.”
i looked up.
sunoo had stopped talking about his drama, and was now looking at me—but not with his usual smile. something softer.
“as if,” i scoffed with a smile, arms folded, “i’m fine.”
i wasn’t going to admit that sunoo was right because that would only result in him teasing me. or laughing at me. or maybe both.
“stop.”
before i could ask what he was talking about, sunoo shrugged off his jacket, draping it over my shoulders in one smooth motion. his fingers lingered for a moment, fixing the collar around my neck, mumbling something about catching a cold, already starting to walk again.
i tried to process what had just happened.
sunoo gave me his jacket?
that was—nice.
weird.
i quickly pulled the sleeves over my arms, and zipped the jacket up. it was warm. and soft. and it smelled like him—which was oddly comforting.
the collar tickled my neck. the sleeves finished way after my wrists. the whole jacket was an oversized mess, yet, it felt right. like i was meant to wear it.
a warmth had begun to blossom in my chest—a warmth that didn’t have anything to do with the jacket.
“sunoo wait up!”
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sunoo slowed his pace just enough for me to catch up, a smug grin tugging at his lips.
“thought you weren’t cold?”
i shrugged, “i may as well take advantage of what i was given.”
he just laughed, head thrown back, hair fluttering in the wind, and i ignored the way that soft sound made my heart stutter.
“sure.” he replied, but his tone made it sound like he didn’t believe me for a moment.
we walked further down the street, with sunoo carrying most of the conversation, as i tried to focus on anything other than the fact his scent was clouding my senses.
even after multiple washes, the jacket still faintly smelt of that woody perfume, warm and sweet, he swore he was going to get rid of.
why was he still using it?
“sunoo.” he paused, turning to look at me.
“yeah?”
“didn’t you say you were going to get rid of this perfume?” i asked, tugging at the collar of the jacket.
his eyes widened for a second, as if he’d been caught.
there was a beat of silence before sunoo smiled shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. “did i?”
“yes.”
“well,” he said, “you said you liked it—so.” he shrugged as if it was nothing. as if my heart didn’t flutter again.
i just nodded, afraid that if i opened my mouth, i would say something i would regret.
“hey, let’s go get something to drink!” and before i could protest, sunoo had already dragged me inside to a café.
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by the time i had processed what was happening, sunoo had ordered us drinks.
the café was small, probably family-owned, but soothing—it was homely. it smelled like sugar and cinnamon, like someone’s grandma had been baking all morning. soft music played from an old speaker in the corner, blending with the quiet hum of conversations and the occasional hiss of the coffee machine. a stark contrast to the weather outside.
i looked outside, the bleak greyish sky staring right back at me. the fog had only gotten thicker, and it seemed as if it could rain at any moment. great.
back inside, sunoo had returned, two steaming cups in his hands. i eyed them suspiciously.
sunoo just grinned, sliding into the seat beside me. “calm down. it’s hot chocolate. i know you don’t like coffee.”
my heart fluttered again. he remembered.
“thank you.. you didn’t have to—you already gave me your jacket.” i said suddenly hyper-aware of the fact i was still wearing his jacket. i had barely given the soft fabric a second thought, it just felt right. like i was meant to have it.
“you can repay me by not catching a cold.” he replied, handing me my drink. our fingers brushed—barely a touch, more like an accident.
so why did it make my heart race? why did it send sparks through my body? why was i so flustered at such a simple action?
i quietly sipped my drink, letting the warmth of the rich chocolate seep into my body, but it was nothing compared to that same strange warmth spreading in my chest.
i could feel sunoo’s gaze on me, quietly observing, and for a moment, i almost looked up.
almost.
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“thank you, come again!”
the cashier’s warm voice echoed through the café, as we thanked them and said our goodbyes.
the door shut, leaving us out in the cold. even with sunoo’s jacket, i shivered slightly.
“are you sure you don’t want your jacket back—”
“no. you’re still shivering,” he replied, maybe too quickly, “i’m not that cold anyway.” but i saw the way his jaw clenched.
i thought about protesting, but the way sunoo cut me off made me re-consider.
“come on let’s go.”
the fog was thicker now, denser, making it harder to see. i could barely see sunoo, only following based off of his voice—which was a bad idea.
“i don’t get it though,” he said, to which i hummed in response, squinting, trying to figure out which direction he went, “like why would he do that to her?”
“yeah—”
BANG.
“yn?”
“fuck me..” i mumbled, feeling my face throb in pain. no doubt it was red already.
i had walked into a lamp post.
“yn! are you okay?” sunoo’s voice was closer now, his tone laced with worry as he rushed towards wherever he heard the loud bang from.
“yeah.. i walked into a lamp post.” i mumbled, looking up from where i was situated on the ground, “this fog is too thick—i keep losing you.”
he sighed, helping me up.
“true.”
i rubbed my face, suddenly embarrassed. how humiliating. walking into a lamp post. he probably thinks i’m an idiot.
suddenly, my hand was gently taken away from my face, and interlaced with sunoo’s. i couldn’t help but feel my face get hotter, eyes wide as i looked down at our hands, and then at sunoo.
“so we don’t lose each other,” sunoo muttered, already turned away from me, “in the fog i mean.”
i could’ve sworn his ears were red.
i was stunned for a second, before nodding, “y-yeah.”
we began to walk again, in silence, neither of us daring to speak—afraid of what we might say. my heart was thumping loudly in my chest, and i had a giddy smile on my face.
even if it was just because of the fog, even if this meant nothing, i didn’t care.
it felt right.
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