Chapter 11: Can I Sit Here?
Still, it’s old.
The boy who’d said that absurd line about his parents buying the wrong size had hurriedly fled the changing room as if afraid Suhyeon would take the uniform back. Suhyeon stared blankly at the uniform in his hand. To him, it was a brand-new school uniform, so there was no need to overthink it.
“......”
And yet—something about it nagged at him.
Maybe because the boy had taken the old one. It kind of felt like scamming someone too naive to know better.
“Wait a sec.”
Suhyeon had grabbed the boy’s arm just as he was heading down the stairs, holding out money. But the boy adamantly refused to take it, pushing his hand away—and something about that made Suhyeon dig in harder, trying to press it into his palm by force.
So small. So weak. Yet resisting so stubbornly.
“Then instead of money, do you have a gym uniform?”
When the boy asked if he had a gym uniform instead, Suhyeon glanced him over. He did have one at home, but it was more worn out than the uniform, and the size probably wouldn’t fit either.
He really won’t take the cash...
In that case, buying a gym uniform would be better. Suhyeon asked for the boy’s number and, a few days later, made time to go buy one.