Only You, Jaeyun | JAKEHOON

Chapter 4

—He wore the scarf.

It wasn’t even cold that morning.

Spring was already starting to peek through the trees behind the school, the sidewalks damp with last night’s rain, but the air was warm, soft with sun.

So there was absolutely no reason—none at all—for Sim Jaeyun to walk into class still wearing that scarf.

Jay nearly choked on his gum.

“You—” he wheezed, grabbing Heeseung’s arm like a Victorian woman fainting. “He’s wearing it. It’s on his body. The scarf. He’s actually wearing it.”

Heeseung didn’t look up from his math book. “You said you were gonna act normal today.”

Jay whispered, “That was before I knew.”

Jake blinked at them. “What?”

Heeseung finally raised his head. “You showed up to school wearing Park Sunghoon’s scarf like it's a collar.”

Jake's eyes went wide. “It’s just warm! My aunt said the wind could trigger my allergies again and—”

Jay gasped. “So it is functional. And emotional.”

Sunghoon chose that exact moment to enter the classroom.

His eyes swept across the room. Landed on Jake.

And paused.

Just a second. Maybe less. Maybe it was a trick of the light. But Jay caught it. Heeseung caught it. Jake definitely caught it.

“Morning,” Jake said, tugging at the ends of the scarf like it suddenly weighed a hundred kilos.

Sunghoon didn’t respond. He walked to his seat with his usual quiet calm, dropped his bag, and started pulling out his books.

But—his ears were pink again.

Jay clapped a hand over his own mouth.

Heeseung leaned in. “He’s so bad at this.”

“Tragic,” Jay whispered. “My man’s out here blushing like it’s episode three of a drama.”

“I can hear you,” Sunghoon said flatly.

Jay grinned. “Good.”

Third period was a group project. Pairs. Assigned.

Sunghoon and Jake.

Jay and some guy named Minjoon.

Heeseung alone.

“I’m not surprised,” Heeseung muttered, flopping onto his desk. “They always separate me and Jay for safety reasons.”

Jay leaned over from the other side of the room. “It’s true. He once tried to light his shoelace on fire with a magnifying glass.”

“I was testing a theory.”

“You nearly set the table on fire.”

“I was twelve.”

Jake blinked between them, then glanced over at Sunghoon. “Should we…start?”

Sunghoon nodded. “Page 142.”

They worked in silence. Jake was focused, scribbling little notes into the margin, glancing up now and then like he wasn’t sure how loud he was breathing.