The rain drizzled softly, misting the cold evening air. You stood at the bus stop, hands tucked into your hoodie’s sleeves, slightly shivering. You had forgotten to bring a jacket—again.

“You’re always this careless?”

The familiar deep voice made you turn. Jihoon Park. Tall, effortlessly cool, standing beside you with his hands in his pockets. His dark eyes flickered over you for a second before he sighed. Without another word, he pulled off his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

“Wear it.”

You blinked, startled. “But what about you?”

He shrugged, gaze fixed on the rain ahead. “I’m fine.”

You hesitated, fingers grazing the fabric of his jacket. His scent lingered on it—warm, slightly musky, familiar. Your face burned a little.

“You always do this,” you muttered.

Jihoon finally looked at you, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “And you always make me do this.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

The rain continued falling, but somehow, the cold didn’t bother you anymore.