Black t-shirt and jeans.

Time seemed to slow down when you noticed those familiar things. You looked at him blankly. Why Kim?ーKwon Beomjin was before you who had matured.

Even though you couldn't close your mouth in disbelief, he was already pull out his shirt and put it on your body without hesitation. The faint aroma of wood mixed with the smell of dust rising from the rain makes your heart sting.

As Beomjin lightly pushed his back, which stood straight like a stone statue, some of the workers whistled causing the bridge of Beomjin's nose wrinkles. "If someone getting rained on, at least cover them with an umbrella. Old folks have no sense." The white haired man snorted at his accusation.

"Let's get inside and talk." he cooed before heading inside the room. Silently hope you to follow him.