Stray Kids Imagines

Sweater Weather ~ Yang Jeong-in

short

YOUR POV
"Put on a jacket, (Y/N)," I.N tells you as he slips on his own. You two had decided to go out for a little walk, just to get out of the house for a change. It was late October, and although fall was nearly over, it still wasn't as cold as it would be in November. You weren't one to fret over a little chill, so you'd just opted for a cozy sweater, not wanting to pull out your jacket until it got really cold. No matter how many times you told him this, he still wanted you to wear a jacket.

"I don't understand why I have to. It's not that bad outside; I'll be fine with just a sweater."

"Baby, it's cold outside," He says one last time, but you shake your head at him. He leans in to kiss your forehead before heading for the door. "Alright, let's go then."

"I'll be fine, I promise," You whisper as the two of you step out of the house. The crisp autumn air wraps around you both as you make your way toward the park. Along the sidewalk, fallen leaves crunch under your feet. It wasn't as cold as you'd thought, but your hands did feel a little chilly.

You clutch onto I.N's arm as you continue into the park, noticing more people around than you'd expected for a late walk. People were still walking their dogs, and some were sitting on benches, just talking.

"It's kind of peaceful today, huh?" I.N smiles as he glances at you, the soft glow of the streetlights casting a warm hue on your face.

"Yeah, it is." You pull yourself closer to him as you walk side by side. For a moment, your hand brushes his, and he stops his stride to look at you.

"Your hands are cold, babe," He says as he grabs the hand that had brushed his. You dig your other hand deeper into your sweater pocket.

"Really? I promise I'm not cold, I.N." You weren't lying; you weren't cold, your hands just probably felt that way because of the wind. He hums at your reply before pulling his arm away to intertwine his fingers with yours. He takes your joined hands and stuffs them deep into the pockets of his jacket, a warm heat coming over your hand.

"You don't have to do that," You say with a soft smile.

"I want to," He replies gently, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. You continue your walk, the warmth of his jacket and his hand enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort. He leans over to kiss your forehead lightly.

"Better?"

"Better," You mutter, smiling up at him.

Sorry about not updating last week; I was finishing my last week of work before starting school. With that in mind, I probably won't update next week until Tuesday because I will be traveling for school!