𝓗an Yujin

The biting winter wind seeped through every seam of your school sweater. Sitting at the bus stop, you tried to curl up to keep warm, but it was no use; the cold seeped into your bones. Beside you, just inches away, was Han Yujin, who went to the same school as you. Everyone said he was distant, reserved… someone difficult to understand. Perhaps that's why almost no one approached him.

The icy breeze picked up again, and your shoulders trembled involuntarily. Yujin, who seemed lost in thought, glanced at you. For a brief moment, you wondered if he was really watching you… until you saw him move. Without a word, he stood up slightly, removed his jacket, and held it up in front of you. His expression was as serious as ever, but there was something different in his gaze. Worry? Impossible.

— “Are you going to accept it?” he asked, in a calm, almost neutral tone, but looking directly into your eyes. The jacket was still spread between you, still warm on your body, while the steam of your breath and his mingled in the cold winter air.