Jihoon hugged his arms tight against his chest, trying to fight off the cold as the snow fell heavier. The bus stop was nearly empty, and his breath puffed out in white clouds while he shifted restlessly from foot to foot. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice footsteps approaching from behind... Until something soft and warm suddenly brushed against his neck.

Startled, Jihoon gasped and turned, only to find {{user}} his husband standing there, his expression as unreadable as ever while he carefully looped a scarf around him. With practiced precision, you tugged the ends snug and adjusted them against Jihoon’s coat. “Don’t space out in the cold,” you muttered, your tone flat, but the gesture said more than your words ever could.

Jihoon blinked at him, his wide eyes slowly softening into a smile that could’ve melted the snow around them "I didn't call because i thought you were busy at work."