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"Yeah, ready when you are," Keeho replied, glancing down at your bare shoulders. He paused, a slight frown tugging at the edge of his smile. "Are you going to put on a jacket?"

You looked at him for a second, tilting your head. "Are you going to wear a baseball cap?"

Keeho blinked, caught off guard. "No...?" he answered, looking thoroughly confused by the sudden question.

You nodded in satisfaction, as if that settled the matter completely. "Then I’m not wearing a jacket. It’d completely ruin the fit."

Keeho chuckled and pulled out his phone, quickly tapping open his weather app. He held the screen out toward you, pointing at the temperature drop scheduled for later that night. "It's going to dip down pretty low, you know. You might get cold."

You just shook your head, ignoring the screen entirely. Without another word, you turned on your heel, grabbed your bag, and opened the front door, stepping out into the hallway with absolute confidence. Keeho sighed playfully, shaking his head as he followed you out.

Dinner was fantastic, filled with good food and endless laughter across the table. But by the time you both left the cozy restaurant, the night air had turned distinctly crisp. As you walked down the sidewalk together, you subconsciously crossed your arms tightly over your chest, trying to block the breeze.

Keeho glanced over, his sharp eyes sweeping down your form for a second. "Are you okay?" he asked, keeping his tone light.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you nodded quietly, keeping your eyes trained on the pavement ahead.

Unfortunately for you, the tremor in your voice gave you away, and a sudden shiver ran visibly through your shoulders. Keeho raised an eyebrow, stopping in his tracks. He shook his head in utter disbelief, a fond yet teasing look in his eyes.

"Come here," he muttered softly. Unzipping his heavy jacket, he slid it off his arms and draped it gently over your shoulders, wrapping the warm fabric around you.

"Keeho, no," you started to protest, holding the lapels of his jacket in your hands. "It's fine, really—"

"Nope," Keeho interrupted firmly, cutting off your excuse with a gentle nudge. "Only a smile works with that outfit."

You stared at him for a moment, the cool air making your cheeks flush pink, before you finally let out a soft sigh. Slipping your arms into the oversized sleeves, you wrapped the warm jacket tightly around yourself. The scent of his perfume immediately enveloped you, instantly cutting through the chill.

"Fine," you laughed softly, looking up at him with a warm, genuine grin. "Thank you."

Keeho smiled, clearly pleased with himself, and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close against his side as you continued walking down the street.

Theo

Theo leaned against a wall, checking his phone as he waited outside your house for your date night. Hearing the front door click open, he looked up and immediately froze. His eyes swept up and down your frame, taking in every detail of your outfit.

"Damn," he said, a slow smirk spreading across his face. "You look pretty hot."

A faint blush warmed your cheeks, and you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Aw stop it you"

"I mean, you definitely look hot, but the weather out here isn't," he retorted, tilting his head toward the open doorway behind you. "You might want to grab a jacket."

You glanced down at your arms and shook your head, waving off his concern. "I'll be fine. I don't need one."

Theo raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're going to get cold, ask me for my jacket, and then I'm going to be the one freezing."

You gasped, placing a hand over your heart in dramatic offense. "Liar! I am not going to ask for your stupid jacket, and I'm definitely not getting cold."

He let out a short huff, a mischievous glint in his eye as he accepted the challenge. "If you say so. Let's go."

The two of you headed into the city center, enjoying a great dinner together as the evening flew by. However, as soon as the sun dipped below the skyline, the temperature dropped drastically, and your initial confidence quickly began to melt away.

Walking down the bustling sidewalk, you instinctively wrapped both hands around Theo's forearm, snuggling up as close as possible to absorb any stray warmth from his thick sleeve.

Theo glanced down at you, catching your subtle move instantly. "What are you doing?"

"Just cuddling," you replied smoothly, offering him a sweet grin. "Because I love you."

He chuckled softly, his dark eyes sparkling. "Are you cold?"

"No," you answered without a second of hesitation.

You kept walking, but a sudden, sharp breeze swept through the street, sending a violent shiver right through your body. Instantly, you pressed yourself even tighter against his arm.

"Okay, you're officially cutting off my blood circulation now," Theo pointed out, though he didn't actually pull away.

"Sorry," you murmured, but you refused to let go.

Theo glanced down at your bare arm and caught sight of the obvious goosebumps stippling your skin. A wicked idea clicked in his head, and he decided to push you to your absolute limit.

"You know," he started casually, "the weather is so nice right now. We should head down to the Han River and go for a little walk by the water."

Panic shot through you. The riverfront at night was notoriously freezing. You quickly faked a wide, dramatic yawn, rubbing your eye with your free hand. "Oh, wow... I'm actually getting kind of tired. Maybe we should just head back?"

Theo nodded slowly, playing along. "Sure, we can walk home."

You ground your teeth together, realizing that walking all the way back meant enduring another twenty minutes in the icy wind. "No," you gritted out.

"Why not?" he asked, his voice dripping with provocative amusement.

Not wanting to admit defeat, you remained silent and just glared at him fiercely. Theo chuckled, bending down slightly and cupping a hand over his ear, leaning in close to your face. "I'm listening..."

"I'm cold," you murmured under your breath.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you," he teased, nudging you with his elbow. "Say it louder."

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back in utter frustration. "I'm cold! Fine, I'm freezing!"

Theo burst out into a loud laugh of pure triumph. Shaking his head, he unzipped his heavy jacket, slid it off, and wrapped it securely around your shoulders.

"'I won't get cold and ask for your stupid jacket,' my ass," he repeated, throwing your earlier words right back at you. Still, his hands were gentle as he rubbed your arms through the thick fabric to help restore your body heat.

"I hate you," you grumbled, burying your nose into the cozy collar. "But thanks for the jacket."

Theo smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the top of your head. "You're welcome. Now come here—I'm calling us an Uber."

Jiung

Jiung stood in the middle of your apartment, leaning against the back of the sofa with his arms crossed over his chest. "Put on a jacket," he said, his tone leaving zero room for debate.

"Jiung, no," you insisted, smoothing down your outfit as you stood in front of the mirror. "A heavy jacket completely ruins the aesthetic of this top. It just doesn't work."

"You know what else won't be working? You, tomorrow morning, when you catch a cold," Jiung countered smoothly, stepping closer.

You rolled your eyes at his exaggerated warning. "You are being so dramatic right now."

In response, Jiung pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and held the screen right in front of your face. "Look at the weather app. Drop in temperature, high wind speed. This is scientific proof that you are going to freeze out there."

You casually brushed his hand away. "Please, meteorologists are just making educated guesses anyway. It’s fine."

Jiung stared at you in utter shock, his lips parted as if you had just insulted the entire scientific community. He opened his mouth to launch into a full debate, but before he could speak, you threw your hands up. "Can we please stop with the physics lecture? I'm starving, let's just go."

He gave you one last, long glance, letting out a heavy sigh before shoving his phone into his pocket. "Fine. But remember this moment."

When you arrived at the food spot you had chosen, the inside tables were completely packed. The only available seating was on the outdoor patio. At first, it wasn't too bad, but as you were both enjoying your food, a sudden breeze blew through the outdoor dining area. The temperature dipped rapidly, and a wave of goosebumps instantly broke out across your bare arms.

You tried to subtly rub your arms warm, your eyes drifting over to the brand-new, thick jacket Jiung was wearing. It looked ridiculously cozy. Clearing your throat, you took a small bite of your meal. "You know, this top is actually way thinner than I thought it was."

Jiung didn't even look up from his plate. "It's made of sheer mesh. Of course it's thin."

You pouted, crossing your arms tightly under the table while Jiung calmly continued eating. Scanning your surroundings for a distraction, your eyes landed on a couple sitting a few tables over. The boyfriend was gallantly taking off his jacket and wrapping it around his girlfriend's shoulders.

"Aw, look at them," you said loudly, nodding toward the couple. "That's so cute."

Jiung glanced over for a split second before returning to his food. "I bet he told her to bring a jacket three times before they left the house, and she wouldn't listen either."

You let out a small sniffle from the chill, turning your head away. When Jiung looked back up at your face, you quickly plastered on a bright, innocent smile, acting as if nothing was wrong.

He narrowed his eyes, but kept eating. A few minutes passed in silence until another cool gust hit the patio, and you sniffed again—louder this time.

Clack.

Jiung dropped his fork onto his plate. He looked you dead in the eyes for three agonizing seconds, his face completely unreadable. Then, standing up abruptly, he aggressively unzipped his brand-new jacket, tore it off his shoulders, and marched around the table to drape it heavily over you.

"Thank you, Jiung, you're so sweet," you offered, tucking your arms into the warm sleeves.

"Shut up," he growled softly, though there was no real bite to his voice.

He sat back down across from you, grabbing his fork again with a sharp exhaled breath. Looking across the table at his brooding expression, you smiled and extended your hand across the wood. Jiung looked at your hand, shook his head in resignation, and took it, squeezing your fingers lightly before returning to his meal.

Intak

You shifted your weight from one foot to the other, the thin straps of your heels digging into your toes as you stood in the endless line winding down the block. Wearing nothing but a sleek, short dress, the nighttime chill was already creeping into your skin, but you tried your best to hide it.

"Ugh, this line is absurd," you groaned, craning your neck to see the massive crowd ahead. You nudged Intak’s arm with your shoulder. "You’re an idol! Can’t you just walk up to the bouncer and pull the celebrity card so we can skip all this?"

Intak let out a soft laugh, turning his head to look at you. "Babe, I'm an idol, but I'm not Jungkook or Jackson Wang. We wait like everyone else."

You rolled your eyes, but as another cool breeze swept through the alleyway, you couldn't stop the restless fidgeting, constantly shifting on your feet to keep your blood moving.

Intak’s sharp eyes caught every little movement. "Are you cold?" he asked, taking a step closer.

"No," you lied instantly, shaking your head. "I just hate waiting. You know I have zero patience for long lines."

"I told you to bring a jacket before we left," Intak argued, raising his eyebrows. "It's the weekend. The clubs are always packed, and I knew we’d be standing out here for a while."

"And like I told you before," you shot back, crossing your arms firmly, "if I bring a jacket, I have to carry it around all night. Then I'll get all sweaty underneath it while dancing, and it completely ruins the whole outfit. It's not worth it."

Intak stared at you, genuinely amused by your logic. "That is the most ridiculous reason I have ever heard in my life."

"Well, I don't want to hear it," you grumbled, turning your back toward the entrance to block out his teasing smile.

You both stood in silence for a few more minutes, until the voices of two girls chatting directly ahead of you drifted over.

"—yeah, last time we came here on a Saturday, we literally waited two hours in line before we finally got through the doors," one girl said to her friend.

Your jaw dropped. Two hours? You stared at the back of her head in sheer disbelief, and without even realizing it, your hands came up to frantically rub down your bare arms to chase away the sudden wave of shivering.

Intak tilted his head, watching your desperate attempt to generate friction heat. "You are being so stupid right now."

Before you could snap back at him with a sharp retort, Intak reached down, unzipped his heavy black outerwear, and smoothly slid it off his shoulders. But instead of standing there in a t-shirt, he revealed a second, slightly lighter bomber jacket zipped up underneath it.

You blinked, utterly bewildered by what you were looking at. "Wait... why are you wearing two jackets?"

Intak offered a satisfied, arrogant grin as he held the outer jacket open for you. "Because I know you. I always wear two jackets in case you pretend you're fine and end up freezing." He nudged the heavy fabric toward you. "Now, just take it and say thank you."

Defeated by the bitter cold, you didn't argue. You quickly grabbed the jacket, slipping your arms into the oversized sleeves and wrapping the warm, insulated interior tightly around your chest. The residual warmth from his body instantly seeped into your skin, and you let out an involuntary sigh of pure relief. It felt heavenly.

Intak smiled contently, watching your instant mood flip. He stepped up beside you, wrapping one strong arm around your jacket-swaddled shoulders, and pulled you close against his side. Leaning down, he pressed a warm kiss right against your cheek.

"Feel better now, my little drama queen?" he whispered with a laugh.

Soul

Soul proudly smoothed down the front of his brand-new jacket, practically beaming as he stood in the center of the room. The fabric was a wild, chaotic burst of bright neon colors, abstract shapes, and overlapping patterns that practically screamed for attention from a mile away.

You eyed him up and down, letting out a soft chuckle as you shook your head. "You are completely crazy for actually wearing something like that out in public."

Soul stood taller, puffing out his chest with an unmistakable look of pride on his face. "It’s not crazy, it’s fashion," he declared smoothly, before his gaze drifted down to your outfit. "Wait, are you really not putting a jacket on?"

You shrugged, casually checking your phone. "We're only going for a short walk outside. I really don't need one."

Soul glanced down at his wrist, checking his watch with a serious expression. "The sun is going to go down in a few minutes, and it's going to get cold."

You rolled your eyes, scoffing at his overly dramatic tone. "Great, now you sound just like Jiung."

Refusing to listen, you led the way out the door. But just as Soul had predicted, as soon as you stepped outside, the sun began to dip below the horizon and the temperature plummeted. Within minutes, a chilly breeze swept through the air, and you instinctively crossed your arms tightly over your chest.

Soul, on the other hand, was completely unbothered. He took a deep breath, admiring the evening. "Ah, the air feels so nice out here! And look at how pretty the sky is."

"Yeah, super pretty," you agreed quickly, nodding while subtly rubbing your upper arms to generate some warmth.

Soul turned around, his sharp eyes catching the movement. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you assured him, plastering on a quick smile.

A few moments later, Soul suddenly stopped on the sidewalk and pulled out his phone. He aimed the camera up at the sunset, carefully adjusting his position to get a shot of the sky. He took his sweet time, tapping the screen, switching filters, and stepping side to side. Every second spent standing still made the cold feel ten times worse, and your patience quickly wore thin.

"Are you finally done?" you asked, your voice laced with obvious irritation.

"I'm trying to get a better angle," Soul replied casually, not even looking away from his screen.

"It's just a stupid sky," you blurted out, crossing your arms even tighter.

Soul lowered his phone, turning around to face you with a raised eyebrow. "Why are you in such a rush all of a sudden?"

You just shrugged, keeping your lips pressed shut so he wouldn't hear your teeth chattering.

A knowing smirk slowly spread across Soul's face. He closed the distance between you, taking a step closer to tease you. "Wait... are you cold?"

"No, I'm not cold," you snapped back, trying to stand tall and fight it off.

Soul tilted his head, looking down at you with a completely dry, deadpan expression. He gestured casually toward your chest. "Your nipples are so hard I could literally hang a shirt onto them."

Your jaw dropped. You looked down at yourself, instantly flushing bright red, before rolling your eyes in utter defeat. "Okay, fine! You're right, I'm freezing! Can we please just hurry up so we can go back home?"

Soul let out a loud laugh of pure triumph, thoroughly enjoying his victory. "Go home? Nah, I have an even better idea."

Before you could ask what he meant, Soul unzipped his loud, chaotic jacket, slid it off his arms, and draped it heavily over your shivering shoulders. The sudden blast of trapped body heat made you let out a soft sigh of relief.

Before you could even thank him, Soul backed up a few steps, whipped out his phone, and began dramatically snapping photos of you in the oversized, neon-patterned jacket.

"Yes! Look at that!" Soul cheered, directing you like a fashion model. "Honestly, you look way better in it than I do!"

You just offered him a tired, amused smile, pulling the bright jacket tight around yourself as he continued taking photos all the way down the block.

Jongseob

The quiet hum of the elevator filled the small space as the numbers ticked down toward the lobby. Jongseob leaned back against the handrail, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as his eyes drifted over to you.

"You're going to regret not bringing a jacket," he stated plainly.

You shook your head, stepping up to the small wall mirror to make a quick adjustment to your hair. "I won't. Look at this outfit—a bulky jacket would completely ruin the entire look."

Jongseob tilted his head slightly, his expression entirely unbothered as he repeated himself with calm certainty. "You'll regret it."

"Can you please stop saying that?" you asked, turning back to him with a gentle laugh. "Let's just go and enjoy our evening, okay?"

He just offered a faint, amused smile as the elevator doors slid open.

The two of you stepped out into the night and made your way toward a lively street food market. The air was filled with delicious smells, bright lights, and the hum of chatter, but it was also noticeably chilly. You made a bee-line for a drink stall and bought a hot cup of coffee. The second your fingers wrapped around the paper cup, you realized just how freezing your hands actually were. The deep, comforting warmth radiating into your palms felt like heaven.

You stood there for several minutes, simply holding the cup with both hands and soaking in the heat, making no effort to actually drink it.

Jongseob paused beside you, watching you stare blankly down at the paper cup. "Are you actually going to drink that, or just stare at it?"

"I'm drinking it!" you claimed quickly, clutching it tighter. "It's just... still a little too warm right now."

He raised an eyebrow. "It's hot coffee. That's usually how it works."

You rolled your eyes at his deadpan response, but to save face, you took a tiny, careful sip.

As the two of you continued walking down the row of street food stands, you stubbornly refused to let go of the cup, using it as your sole source of heat against the dropping temperature. You kept both hands wrapped tightly around the cardboard sleeve, keeping it pressed close to your chest.

Jongseob glanced over at the colorful food stalls, then down at your hands. "Aren't you hungry? All you've had so far is that coffee."

"No, I'm totally fine," you lied, offering a quick smile.

Before you could change the subject, a sudden gust of wind swept through the market aisle. Your shoulders hitched, and Jongseob's sharp eyes immediately caught the telltale reddish tint at the tip of your nose, followed by a slight snip.

He stopped walking. Slowly stepping closer, he leaned down slightly, looking right into your eyes. "Are you cold?" he asked, his voice dropping into a soft, deep register that made your heart skip a beat.

You swallowed heavily, trying to keep your chin up. "I'm fine, really."

"Here," Jongseob said smoothly, reaching out his hand. "Let me hold your coffee for a second so you can grab some food."

"No! Please don't!" you blurted out instantly, pulling the hot cup back toward your chest like a lifeline.

Jongseob tilted his head, a knowing, victorious smirk slowly spreading across his lips.

You let out a long, defeated sigh, finally dropping your shoulders. "Okay, fine... I'm cold."

He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Why didn't you just say so?"

Without another word, Jongseob unzipped his jacket, slid his arms out, and draped the warm, heavy fabric gently over your shoulders. The sudden wave of trapped warmth immediately cut through the chill, and you instinctively pulled the lapels tight around yourself.

You glanced up at him through your lashes as he smoothed the jacket down your arms. "Aren't you going to say 'I told you so'?"

Jongseob gave you a playful wink, wrapping an arm around your swaddled waist to pull you close. "Nope. I'm saving that for later."

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