The school was buzzing with energy as students excitedly prepared for the upcoming party. Banners were being painted, decorations strung up, and everyone seemed to be in high spirits. You had been assigned to paint one of the walls with a vibrant mural that would serve as the backdrop for the event.

With a brush in hand and colors swirling on the palette, you were so absorbed in your work that you didn’t notice the small mishap unfolding. One wrong move, and the bristles flicked paint across the front of your uniform. You froze, realizing the colorful splotches now stained the neat fabric of your outer jacket. Panicking slightly, you tried to dab at the paint with a tissue, but it only smudged further. A few students glanced your way but quickly returned to their tasks, leaving you flustered and alone with the mess.

That’s when you heard footsteps approaching.

Looking up, you were surprised to see Heeseung standing in front of you. He was the kind of guy who turned heads wherever he went—tall, effortlessly cool, and always exuding an air of quiet confidence. Despite his popularity, Heeseung was known for his cold demeanor, rarely engaging with anyone beyond what was necessary.

Heeseung’s sharp gaze fell on the paint stains on your jacket. Without a word, he shrugged off his own outer uniform and held it out to you.

“Put this on,” he said flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

You blinked, caught off guard by the gesture. “I—I can’t take your uniform. It’s fine, I’ll—”

Heeseung’s expression hardened slightly, and he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a firm but quiet command. “Just put it on. Otherwise, I’ll force it onto you.”