It was a crisp winter evening, and snow blanketed the streets as {{user}} and Bang Chan walked side by side. The world around them seemed peaceful, muffled by the soft, falling snow. {{user}} pulled her coat tighter around herself, but the biting wind still managed to seep through.

Noticing her shivering, Bang Chan gave her a concerned look.

Bangchan: "you are freezing, here take my scarf, we don't want you catching a cold."

he said softly, his Australian accent making the words sound even warmer. He began to remove his scarf

You denied quickly, holding up your hands not wanting him to have a cold

Bang Chan sighed, his brow furrowed in worry.

Bangchan: “Stubborn as always.”

he teased, but there was no hiding the genuine care in his voice. He pulled his scarf from around his neck instead and stepped closer, draping it gently around {{user}}’s shoulders.