the air had turned colder, a cold that made y/n's fingers numb as she sat through class, rubbing her hands together under her desk. the chill seemed to seep into her bones today. the classrooms felt stuffy, but the hallway outside felt like the kind of cold that made you wish you'd worn a jacket. she pulled her arms tighter around herself, trying to ward off the chill that wouldn't leave her.
taesan was already sitting in his seat, flipping through his notes like it was just another ordinary day. y/n tugged at the collar of her sweater, trying to pull it closer around her neck, but it wasn't doing much. she shivered slightly, huddling into herself, and that's when taesan glanced up from his notes.
"you're freezing," he remarked casually, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
y/n shot him a look, trying to play it off. "i'm fine," she said, a little too quickly, pulling her arms around herself. but her body betrayed her with another shiver, and taesan wasn't about to let her get away with it.
without another word, he reached over and grabbed his school jacket, tossing it over to her side of the desk. "put this on," he said, his voice low but firm. "you're not going to get any work done if you're this cold."
y/n blinked, momentarily taken aback. she glanced at the jacket, then at him, trying to find the catch in his offer. there wasn't one. no teasing. just him, quietly concerned about her.
"you don't have to—" she started, but taesan was already looking away, like it wasn't a big deal.
"you'll freeze if you don't," he said simply, as if it was the most natural thing for him to do.
there was a pause. y/n hesitated, glancing at the jacket again. it wasn't just any jacket—it was his, something that probably didn't leave his shoulders too often. she wasn't sure if she was overthinking it, but something about it made her feel... warm. maybe not just from the jacket, but from the gesture.
she shrugged it on without another word, pulling it tightly around her shoulders. it was a little big on her, but it felt cozy, like a layer of reassurance. the fabric smelled like him—like taesan, with his cologne mixed in with the scent of the school.
"better?" he asked.
y/n didn't know how to respond. she wasn't used to this—someone giving her something without expecting anything in return. it was... nice, in a way she couldn't explain.
"yeah," she muttered, trying to play it cool, even though she felt a small warmth spreading through her chest. "thanks."
taesan just nodded, flipping his notes back open like nothing had happened.
