"I left it there again, didn't I?"

Jiho hummed in response. She lied on her back with the phone still placed close to her ears. Her hand held onto the magazine, legs were crossed over another. It was saturday evening when he suddenly called, only to ask her his favorite gray sweater whereabout. "No, i didn't even remember i have it here," she lied.

In fact, was wearing it right now, his and her favorite sweater.

Wonwoo's heartfull laugh echoed over the other end. He knew that she lied, of course. She always did the same thing everytime he came over, snuggling into his sweater which is too big for her petite body. Because it felt like Wonwoo, the warmth and the scent.

Jiho loved it.

"You should've just tell me if you missed me, Jiho." This t