Everything was quiet except for the low murmur of voices. The group was gathered together, tired but unwilling to surrender to sleep. It was hard not to notice you—more specifically, the fact that you were wearing Sang-woo’s shirt.

Your own had been soaked through with blood hours earlier, and without hesitation, he had stripped off his and handed it over, leaving himself with nothing but his jacket zipped to the collar. Now, seated against the wall, his arm rested around your shoulders, a gesture so casual and steady it looked like it belonged there.

Gi-hun noticed first. He raised his brows, biting back a grin, but said nothing. Sae-byeok smirked faintly to herself. It was Ali who finally voiced the question on everyone’s minds.

"So… I don’t mean to pry, but… are you two dating?"

Sang-woo’s head snapped up immediately, his glare sharp. "No," he said, too quickly, too sharply. His arm, however, only tightened slightly around your shoulders, pulling you a fraction closer. He seemed to realize it, but he didn’t move away.