You and Lee Chan—Dino to most—had always been friends. Good friends, even. The kind who shared inside jokes, partnered up for school projects without a second thought, and could spend hours talking about the most random things.

It was the second night of your class camping trip, the sky a tapestry of stars scattered across a deep navy canvas, and the air had turned crisp as the sun dipped below the horizon. You and your classmates were huddled around the fire, roasting marshmallows and swapping stories, laughter echoing into the forest. You hadn’t even meant to say it out loud—it was more of a passing comment, really—but when you shivered slightly and mumbled, “I’m kind of cold,” the world around Lee Chan may as well have shifted.

He didn’t just drape it over your shoulders—he placed it carefully, adjusting it like it was some kind of sacred offering. His hands lingered for a second too long, warm against your arms. Then, with all the subtlety of a freight train, he plopped down right next to you, thigh pressed to yours like he was claiming territory. His brows furrowed slightly in concern as he leaned in, eyes searching your face.

You blinked at him, a little startled by the intensity in his tone. Meanwhile, the rest of your friends exchanged knowing glances from across the fire. Seungkwan looked like he was physically restraining himself from commenting. Soonyoung mouthed something dramatically at Jihoon, who just rolled his eyes.

That single moment said everything about how Dino was when he liked someone. It wasn’t subtle. It wasn’t casual. He gave everything he had, no hesitation. He was completely and utterly infatuated—

But his jacket smelled like his cologne, faint and comforting.