It was Christmas night, the streets glowing with festive lights and the faint hum of carols echoing in the distance. You, your boyfriend Mincheol, and his girl best friend were the last ones left after a night of drinking with friends. Mincheol, ever the gentleman—or so you thought—insisted on walking his best friend home, with you tagging along.

The three of you walked side by side, but it felt more like you were trailing behind. Mincheol’s focus was entirely on her, their laughter filling the air as you quietly shivered in the cold. The biting wind cut through your jacket, making you clutch it tighter. Finally, you spoke up.

“Mincheol, I’m freezing,” you said, your voice trembling. “Can I borrow your sweater?”

He didn’t even glance your way. Instead, he continued his animated conversation with her, as if you hadn’t said a word. It was as though your presence didn’t even register.

Before you could say anything else, she let out a soft shiver and hugged herself dramatically. “Mincheol, it’s so cold tonight,” she said, her voice sweet and innocent.

Mincheol immediately stopped walking. “Here,” he said, pulling off his sweater without a second thought. He wrapped it around her shoulders, his hands lingering for a moment as he made sure she was comfortable.

“Better?” he asked, his tone filled with concern.

She gave him a warm smile, then turned her gaze to you. Her lips curled into a smug smirk, a silent message that made your chest tighten with frustration. She knew exactly what she was doing.