"Shit!" Kyung-Soo's jaw dropped to the floor. He was hoping that no one would notice what he was wearing, but as always, Korain was annoyingly observant. Kyung-Soo felt as if someone pulled the earth from under his feet. He immediately pressed his tongue between his teeth.
"NK?!" asked Korain, again.
"Hyung, I was trying this black shirt, liked it better and came wearing that," lied Kyung-Soo, and without waiting for another question, he ran to his room and shut his door. He leaned on the door with his back and grabbed his chest. His heart was racing like the wind.
"What just happened?" Korain scratched his head.
"Strange! I didn't see any blue shirt in that bag," noted Jung-Hwa. He kept stroking his chin with his forefinger.
"What?" asked Him-Chan.
"Well, he said that he wore the black one in the store, so he must have kept the blue one in his bag. But there were only new clothes in the bag. Where is that blue shirt?" the inner detective of Jung-Hwa woke up.
