When they reached the mall, a small boy came running to them, shivering.
"Hyung… I'm cold and hungry."
Without thinking twice, Han took off his white hoodie and wrapped it around the boy. Chaewon froze for a moment, shocked by the gesture. Then, quietly, he pulled out his wallet and slipped the boy a good amount of money.
The boy bowed deeply, smiling brightly, and ran off.
Chaewon turned to Han. "Aren't you cold now? Wear my coat—" He was already taking it off to give him.
Han quickly stopped him. "It's fine. We're in the mall. Let's just buy a hoodie."
As they walked slowly, Han smiled faintly to himself and thought, If Seungmin were here, he would've given me his jacket right away.
Chaewon noticed his smile. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," Han replied, brushing it off. "Let's buy shoes."
"No," Chaewon insisted. "First, a hoodie. You'll catch a cold."
They reached a store, and Han stood in front of more than thirty hoodies. Every single one looked good, and he couldn't choose.
"I can't decide," he admitted, staring at them all.
Chaewon sighed and pulled out three or four. "Here, try these."
"I like all of them," Han said helplessly.
With a small shake of his head, Chaewon picked one, gave it to the shopkeeper to pack, and handed another to Han. "Go try this one on."
When Han came back from the dressing room, Chaewon had already paid the bill.
Han's eyes widened. "You didn't have to do that."
Chaewon looked serious. "You do so much for me. Let me do something small for you."
Still resisting, Han said, "Then let's buy one for you too." He chose a matching hoodie, asked for Chaewon won's size, got it packed, and handed it to him.
As they strolled through the mall, Chaewon kept glancing at the shopping bag in his hand and smiled like a kid. "Han, you're the kindest man I've ever seen. The way you helped that little boy so he wouldn't feel cold—you're a true gentleman."
Han, still walking, didn't even look at him. His voice was cool. "I didn't help him. I was just bored of that hoodie, so I got rid of it."
Chaewon chuckled to himself, certain Han was just shy. "Okay, fine. Then what about the money? You bored of money too?"
Han glanced at him with narrow eyes. "Think what you want. I only gave him the money because I wanted to use my credit card while shopping."
Chaewon teased, "Okay, Mr. Cold Heart, I trust you."
Han sighed, already annoyed at the new nickname. "Why don't you just call me hyung? According to our birthdays, I'm two months older than you."
Chaewon's ears turned red, and he pouted. "I don't want to. Two months doesn't count—we're in the same year."
Han smirked. "Still, if you call me hyung, I'll like it."
Chaewon bit his lip, his whole face blushing now, but he still muttered stubbornly, "No. I don't want to."