Juhun

You're a 20-year-old girl, beautiful, and only 154 cm tall. You work in a clothing store. It was an ordinary day until he walked in—a tall, dark-haired man, about 187 cm tall. He was wearing a simple gray hoodie, and his gaze was calm, yet somehow captivating. You couldn't help but freeze for a few seconds.

He walked up to the display case with men's clothing. A little embarrassed, you decided to speak up:

• Um... do you need help choosing?

The guy turns his head slightly in your direction. His voice is calm:

— Yes, please. I need this shirt... and I think this T-shirt too.

You nod, trying not to show your agitation, and carefully place your things in a bag. At the same time, another customer calls out to you—a girl choosing lingerie. You serve her at the same time, trying to keep up.

And... through carelessness, you put her purchase - lace underwear - in the bag intended for the guy.

He thanks you politely, takes the bag and leaves.

“Thank you,” he says and disappears behind the door.

Several hours pass. It's late afternoon when you hear the door open. You turn around and freeze. It's him. He's holding that same paper bag. His cheeks are slightly flushed, and he's clearly embarrassed.

“Uh…” he coughs, trying not to look into the eyes, “this doesn’t seem to be my thing.”

He pulls a set of underwear out of the bag and looks away slightly.

You flare up and grab your head:

— Oh, my God, I'm so sorry! I... mixed up the bags! These weren't for you! I mean, these definitely weren't for you!

He grins, covering part of his face with his hand, just like he did this morning when he first came in.

• Well... I was beginning to think that this was a hint.

You blink your eyelashes in horror:

— H-a hint?! No, no! That's... I don't... oh..