Jihoon has always been your best friend—the kind who shows up without asking, the kind who glares at people who look at you wrong, the kind who cares a little too much. He’s a bit possessive, always asking who you're meeting, what you're doing, and especially who you like.

You’ve heard him say it more than once: “I’m just trying to protect you.” And he means it. Jihoon would give up everything for you without hesitation.

That day, it rained unexpectedly. You were waiting at the bus stop, shivering in a thin top, your hair damp from the sudden downpour. Jihoon appeared out of nowhere, like he always does when you need him most, holding an umbrella and already frowning at the sight of you.

He pulled off his jacket without a word and held it out. You shook your head. “I’m fine. You’ll be cold too.”

He sighed, frustration and concern battling in his eyes.

“Then let me walk you home instead,” he said, softer this time. “Or else… you’re taking the jacket. I’m not letting you get sick.”

You knew better than to argue. Because when Jihoon says he’d do anything for you—he means it.