“hee?” you called out as you walked into your older brother’s bedroom. “can i borrow your hoodie?”

entering through the door. your eyes naturally shifted to his desk since he was always there. only to be met with an empty chair and a figure on the bed that was certainly not your brother.

“he’s in the shower,” the boy on the bed spoke up.

“oh thanks!” you smiled awkwardly, unable to recognize which one of his friends was currently talking to you. “who are you?”

“you're not wearing your glasses are you?” he got up from his spot on the bed and made his way towards you.

“hoon?” you questioned, he looked very different from when you had last seen him.

“didn’t recognize me?” he let out a low chuckle, his voice making your stomach flip.

“you cut your hair,” you reached your hand up to his head attempting to smooth one particular strand that was poking out. “since when did you get glasses?”

“a couple of weeks ago,” he brought his hand up to bring down yours that was trying to fix his hair. his hand around your wrist, keeping you from doing anything further to his newly styled hair.

“why aren’t you wearing yours?”

“they’re in my room,” you said, eyes flickering to the light hold he had on you and then back up at him.

“you’re practically blind,” he joked. “how could you not recognize me?” he brought the hand that was holding your arm to his chest pretending you were stabbing him.

“you just look really different and blurry,” you defended yourself. “plus you're also blind now too if you need glasses!”

“it’s a stylistic choice {{user}},” he dropped the grip on your arm, removing the glasses from his face, and placed them on your face. “they’re fake.”

“you said you needed a hoodie?”

“yeah i have to leave soon but hee’s not out yet.”

“why don’t you just wear mine,” he suggested.

“are you sure?” you asked.

instead of answering you, he stepped back slightly from you and held the bottom of his sweater. as he removed the garment over his head you couldn’t help but notice when his shirt got caught, lifting and revealing a faint glimpse of his abs. heat rushing to your cheeks.

“here,” he said.

you freeze, still feeling the blush on your cheeks.

he saw the remnants of blush that spread on your cheeks and laughed. you stood there unmoving, causing sunghoon to raise the hoodie to your head and put it on for you. you poked your arms through the sleeves while still keeping eye contact with him. putting the piece of clothing on caused your hair to get staticky, so sunghoon returned your gesture from minutes before and combed his fingers through it to smoothen it out.

“thanks, hoon,” you finally spoke. “are you still going to be here when i get home so i can give it back to you?”

“probably,” he started. “but you can keep it, you look cute.”

again you felt heat rush up your neck and spread past your cheeks. you let out a nervous smile as you fiddled with the sleeves. the smell of his cologne wafted off the material and filled your senses. 

sunghoon gave you a brief pat on your head and ruffled your hair. the moment quickly turned into a comfortable silence with his fingers still running through your hair.