["fuck," mumbles Jungkook as soon as you both step out of the café and cold breeze hits him. "It was supposed to get warmer," he complains as he looks up at the grayish sky. He puts his hands in the pockets of his denim jeans when he realizes his sweatshirt has none.

As you stroll through the street and head towards your car so you could drop Jungkook at the Bangtan bar, just like you insisted you would some minutes ago, you absorb the serenity of this calm yet so busy Saturday morning. The fog of expectations that cover the entire street reveals a human every time you step closer to your destination.

The cool breeze that's serene for you but boisterous for the unfortunate, whispers in your ear. As if it had just cracked a corny joke to tease you, the wind ruffles your hair and scatters them across your face.

After tricking your hair into blocking your vision, the breeze grazes jungkook's cheeks like a feather. It tickles him but also makes him shiver. He definitely underestimated the commencement of Seoul's winter. "It's freezing out here," he mumbles as he sticks his arms close to his body.

"there you go, monsieur," you say as you place your jacket around him which barely covers his back and hangs on his broad shoulders almost like a handkerchief on a boulder.

He stops and blinks at you with a blank face while you try to hold back a snicker. He lowers his head, an attempt to hide his face, as he allows himself to laugh.

"Chivalry ain't dead," you joke and open the door to your car for him. He bows to express gratitude and mumbles an, "indeed."

Your jacket, unable to maintain a grip on his shoulders, slips and forces Jungkook to take his hands out of the tight pockets of his jeans. He saves your jacket from falling down but fails to catch the white box that flew out of his pocket along with his hand.

You look at the box while he stares at it as if it's a quirky thing from a Conjuring movie that's about to summon a demon. Despite of the cold weather, the person who was shivering a few seconds ago starts perspiring.

There it lies, a white box on a dark road like mud on a white cloth.

Jungkook had a hunch something was about to go wrong. No wonder the day seemed too good to be true.

He immediately picks up the box and puts it in his pocket. He didn't care if it was clean or not, he just wanted to get it out of your sight.

"it's alright, I know," you assure when you notice his ears turn crimson again.

His brows furrow when he turns to face you, clearly anticipating an explanation or confirmation.

"I know you smoke," you say and pass an affiliative smile.

He halts for some seconds with his eyebrows raised, "I saw you somewhere after your blueberry place shut down," you explain. "must have been hard, losing your job and all," you look down as you recollect the things you know and ponder over the ways of life. 'Everyone's got problems,' your mind sighs.

Jungkook's mind was busy scolding him for not throwing away the pack of cigarettes in his pocket followed by sarcastic comments like, 'that was a very good impression you made there, buddy.' He wonders why his inner voice's so mean. 'I will switch to meditation for sure,' he tells himself just like he did yesterday when he decided to quit.

When you wave your hand in front of his face, he snaps out of his thoughts. You motion your hand towards the passenger seat, signaling him to get in the car.

"I don't smoke that often though," Jungkook says as soon as you take your seats. You could notice his tensed form even though he had tried really hard to mask it and act cool by rolling his sleeves up.

"relax, you don't have to explain yourself to me," you chuckle, "I'm sure you have your reasons," you say and then joke about you relying on alcohol all the time to get through your boring classes.]