Kun steps forward, zipping the jacket all the way up, and Ten catches the scent of Kun’s perfume lingering on the collar.

He inhales, savouring the rich, woody fragrance. “What about you, though?”

“I packed a spare, just in case. Let me grab it, then we can go.”

Ten follows Kun round to the back of the car. “Mr. Prepared-for-Everything, aren’t you?”

“And what does that make you?” Kun shoots back archly. “Mr. Unprepared-for-Everything?”

He leans forward, popping open his suitcase. As he does, the back of his sweater rides up, revealing a strip of pale, smooth skin. Ten’s gaze settles on it, watching the way Kun’s muscles shift and flex, the shadowed dip of his back where the skin stretches over his spine. Soon, Kun makes a noise of triumph, spare jacket acquired, and Ten tears his eyes away.