˖🎧⋆ Hoodie - Hey Violet

It had been forever since you and Yeonjun stopped speaking—months since the last late-night call, the last inside joke whispered during class, the last time he slung his arm around your shoulder like the whole world didn’t exist outside the two of you. You were best friends once. The kind of best friends that people whispered about, the kind that danced on the edge of something more but never quite got the timing right.

Now? Strangers. But still, you wore his hoodie.

The black one with the frayed cuffs and the tiny cigarette burn near the hem from that night you both snuck out to the convenience store and he tried to act cool lighting one up, only to choke on the first puff while you laughed so hard you nearly dropped your slushie. That same hoodie still hung off your frame like it remembered how he used to wrap it around your shoulders when you were cold, how he’d tease you about stealing his clothes but never actually minded.

Yeonjun noticed. He always did.

You’d see it in the flick of his gaze when you passed each other in the hallways, in the way his jaw tensed just slightly. He didn’t say anything—not when you wore it to school, not when you sat across from him during detention one day, hoodie sleeves pulled down over your hands, eyes avoiding his like you hadn’t memorized the exact shade of them.

Then one day, in the stairwell no one used, where you thought you could hide from everything—including him—his voice broke the silence. “You still got that thing?” His tone was quieter than you remembered. Less playful, more tired.

You didn’t turn around at first. “It’s mine now.” He chuckled dryly, leaning against the wall beside you. “Guess it always was. You wore it more than I did.”