"You were the only thing I had to throw away" Now a third-year pre-law student, Juhoon spends his sleepless nights buried under heavy law textbooks, wrapped in Keonho's old engineering hoodie. The worst part? The jacket lost keonho's scent months ago-it just smells like laundry detergent and Juhoon's own tears now, proving the last physical trace of him is fading. Keonho is just across campus, drowning in the brutal workload of third-year engineering. They still see each other across the quad but Keonho looks like a stranger who has completely moved on. Juhoon knows he should return the jacket but giving it back means admitting that the high school boy who loved him is gone for good-even if a small, stubborn part of him refuses to stop waiting by the door. Warnings! -No smut, okay!? -Light angst and fluff -I really got inspired by Our Beloved Summer so bear with me! ILYSM THANK YOUU
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