It all happens fast—fast enough to steal the breath right out of you. One second you’re arguing with Seungmin in the middle of the quiet, snow-covered street, the cold air turning every word into fog. The next, he’s stepping closer, jaw tight, eyes locked on yours with that stubborn look he only gets when he’s done pretending.

You’d been teasing him all night, calling him dramatic for getting jealous over nothing, brushing off his annoyed comments like you always do. You thought he was just being his usual sarcastic self. You didn’t realize he was holding something in—something warm, frustrated, and way too intense for best-friend territory.

You turn to leave, tossing a quick “go home, you’re being weird” over your shoulder.

That’s when he grabs your scarf.

Not rough, not gentle—just enough to yank you back a step, enough to make you feel the heat of his chest against your coat, enough to make your breath catch.

“Stop walking away from me,” he murmurs, voice low from the cold and something else. His fingers curl in the fabric, pulling you even closer until your noses almost brush.

You blink up at him, stunned. “Seungmin…?”

He doesn’t give you time to finish.

The moment your lips part in surprise, he leans in and kisses you. Soft at first—careful, testing—before deepening it like he’s finally letting go of every emotion he’s been hiding. His other hand slides to your waist, steady and warm, holding you in place like he’s afraid you might disappear.

Snow falls around you, quiet and slow, but all you can feel is him—his breath, his hands, the way his lips linger even when he pulls back just an inch.

His forehead rests against yours as he whispers, “See? That’s why I was jealous.”