You, Again || YeonGyu

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The morning air had a bite to it. Spring was supposed to be settling in, but today felt like winter clawing its way back in for one last touch.

Yeonjun exhaled, watching his breath fog slightly as he crossed the school courtyard. He cursed under it. Of course he'd forgotten his jacket today, of all days. His uniform blazer wasn't doing much against the cold, and he could already feel his fingers going numb. Brilliant start to the day.

He made it halfway up the stairs when a voice called out behind him.

"Hyung!"

He turned, recognizing the voice instantly. Beomgyu jogged up toward him, slightly breathless, his dark hair messy like he hadn't bothered with a comb that morning. Slung lazily over his arm was a thick hoodie, black, oversized, and worn at the cuffs.

Without a word, Beomgyu tossed it at him.

Yeonjun blinked as the hoodie hit his chest. "What—?"

"You're shivering," Beomgyu said flatly, like it was obvious. "Put it on. You look pathetic."

Yeonjun raised a brow. "Wow. Such compassion."

Beomgyu shrugged, clearly trying not to smile. "It's my only one, so don't lose it or I'll actually kill you."

Yeonjun huffed a laugh but tugged the hoodie on anyway. The fabric was warm from Beomgyu's hands, and a little too long in the sleeves. He had to push them up to free his fingers.

And then it hit him... the scent.

It wasn't anything fancy. Just a hint of laundry detergent, something woody, and... something else. Something that smelled like comfort. He didn't even realize he was inhaling deeper until Beomgyu glanced at him sideways.

"Is it that gross?" Beomgyu asked, pretending to sound insulted.

"No," Yeonjun said quickly, a little too quickly. "Just... warm."

Beomgyu's ears turned pink, and he turned away like he hadn't heard that.

The rest of the day passed in its usual blur of classes, but Yeonjun was aware of the hoodie. Constantly. It was like being wrapped in Beomgyu's presence, his warmth, his scent, his energy.

It was weird.

Not bad weird. Just... weird.

He found himself tugging the sleeves down during class, tucking his hands into them absentmindedly. When he laughed at something in the cafeteria, Beomgyu glanced over, saw him still wearing it, and quickly looked away.

After school, they lingered by the gates longer than usual. Beomgyu was leaning against the wall, fiddling with his phone.

Yeonjun unzipped the hoodie halfway. "You want this back?"

Beomgyu glanced up. His eyes flicked to the hoodie, then to Yeonjun's face. "Nah. Keep it."

Yeonjun raised a brow. "Seriously?"

Beomgyu shrugged again. "You probably stretched it out anyway. Might as well commit."

Yeonjun grinned. "You're just being nice because I look better in it."

"I'm being nice," Beomgyu repeated dryly, "because you'd whine if you were cold again tomorrow."

Yeonjun laughed. "I feel like I should say thanks."

Beomgyu didn't say anything, just looked away again. His fingers were still tapping against his phone, but slower now. Almost distracted.

Yeonjun hesitated, then added, "It really is warm. Like... home kind of warm."

That made Beomgyu freeze, just for a second. His fingers stopped. His eyes didn't meet Yeonjun's, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

"...Good," he murmured.

They stood like that for a while, quiet.

Neither of them said what they were thinking.

And neither of them really wanted to leave.