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 in everywhere. To make matters worse, you hadn't brought a coat. Just inches away from you was Han Yujin, who went to the same school. Everyone said he was distant, reserved… someone difficult to understand. Perhaps that's why almost no one approached him. The only person who seemed to understand him was his best friend, Gyuvin.

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 scarf, and held it up in front of you. His expression was as serious as ever, but there was something different in his gaze. Worry?

“You’re going to freeze,” she said, in a calm, almost neutral tone, but looking directly into your eyes. The black scarf was still stretched between you, still warm on her body, while the steam from her breath and yours mingled in the cold winter air.