— “My hoodie looks better on you.”
Study hall was cold.
Jake’s hands were cold. His nose was cold. His whole life was cold.
And his hoodie?
Was at home.
In the laundry.
Where he’d forgotten it.
He was one more shiver away from writing a dramatic will on the back of his math worksheet.
Jay flopped into the seat beside him and tossed his backpack like it owed him money. “You look like a Victorian child with consumption.”
Jake sniffled. “Thanks.”
“Where’s your hoodie?”
Jake glared at his worksheet. “I left it at home. And now I’m going to freeze. Alone. Abandoned. Forgotten by warmth.”
Jay opened his mouth—
“Here.”
A soft thump landed on Jake’s desk.
He blinked.
It was a hoodie. Navy blue. Warm. Familiar. Still faintly smelling like citrus shampoo and clean laundry.
Jake looked up. Sunghoon was already sitting down across from him, flipping open his notebook like he hadn’t just casually handed over his soul.
“What…?” Jake whispered.
Sunghoon didn’t look up. “You’re shivering.”
Jake hesitated for exactly one second before dragging the hoodie over his head, nearly knocking his pen off the desk. The moment he was cocooned inside it, he slumped forward with a sigh.
Jay stared. “Did you just materialize a second hoodie from the void?”
Sunghoon didn’t reply.
Jake mumbled into the fabric, “It’s warm…”
Jay covered his mouth with both hands. “Oh my god.”
Heeseung strolled in late — as usual — and paused. “Why does Jake look like Sunghoon’s sleep paralysis demon?”
“Because he’s wearing his hoodie,” Jay said, voice cracking. “Again.”
Heeseung blinked. “Again?”
Jake peeked out sheepishly from the giant collar. “It’s comfortable…”
“Are you planning on giving it back?” Heeseung asked.
Jake hesitated. “Eventually?”
Sunghoon, without looking up, said, “Don’t bother.”
Jake blinked. “What?”
Jay made a noise like a dying dolphin.
Sunghoon finally glanced up. His eyes met Jake’s. Calm. Soft. “It looks better on you.”
Jake turned red. Like, emergency fire drill red.
Heeseung dropped his bag. “I’m going home. I can’t watch this live.”
Jay started smacking the table. “OH MY GOD. SOMEONE WRITE THAT DOWN.”
Jake nearly slid off his chair.
Later, when study hall ended and they were packing up, Jake stood awkwardly by the lockers.
Sunghoon passed by, slow. Paused.
Jake fidgeted. “I’ll wash it before giving it back.”
“I said don’t bother.”
Jake hesitated. “You’re gonna get cold.”
Sunghoon tilted his head. “Then you’ll owe me another one.”
Jake stared. “But it’s your hoodie.”
Sunghoon leaned in just slightly, voice low. “Not anymore, Jaeyun.”
Jake stopped breathing.
Jay screeched from the other end of the hall. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”
Jake nearly dropped his water bottle.
Sunghoon just walked away like he hadn’t just publicly committed affection in broad daylight.
That night, Jake curled up in bed wearing the hoodie, hair still damp from a shower, textbook open but thoroughly ignored.
He pulled the sleeves over his hands, hugged his knees, and whispered into the cotton,
“…Not anymore.”
end of chapter
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Only You, Jaeyun | JAKEHOON
Fanfiction"Even the cold melts a little when you smile." Cold hands. Warm hearts. One slow-blooming love.
