Oh this is hot... she thought, lifting up a skimpy red Summer dress from the hanger. Not that she'd ever wear it out, considering that it showed off a little too much skin for her liking, but was dazzled by its alluring iness. Wtf, too expensive! She sighed, before placing it back on the rack of 'new arrivals'.

It was just after lunch and Yeonhee had decided to splurge her newly converted yen out on solitary shopping. Her family had migrated to Seoul only five days ago, and during that time, Yeonhee didn't really have any time reserved for any material indulgence by herself. It's not that she didn't enjoy shopping with Dami, but her cousin was always too picky with things, never agreeing to what Yeonhee wanted to buy, or go to. And although she loved her cousin dearly, she just wasn't in the mood today to endure her domineering remarks on 'how crap that looks' on her.

All of a sudden, the poppy tune to 'Are you a good girl' by DBSK began to echo through the store. Instinctively, Yeonhee felt herself prancing around to its beat, before noticing the pinning gazes from the surrounding customers and employees. The slightly flushed Yeonhee fished out her cellphone.

"Yeeellllow?"

"Hey Yeonhee, it's me. I'll pick you up later."

"What? Pick me up?"

"yeah, I'll pick you up later and then I bring you to my parents' place, OK?"

"Whoah, wait... why am I going to your parents' place?"

"Family reunion!" he chirped, purposely morphing his voice to squeak in an effeminate manner. "Your parents will be there too." he added.

Yeonhee could only laugh at Jaejoong's sudden high-pitched tone, though she was tempted to remark at him being gay again, but opted to imitate his voice instead. "Like totally! What time?"

"Like OH EM GEE, before dark! We're having dinner together so I beg you to dress appropriately, 'K THANKS!"

Giggling together like a couple of retards, they ended their jesting conversation with their mocking goodbyes before merrily hanging up. And a large grin surfaced on Yeonhee's face, still laughing to herself at the idiocy from her childhood friend. Jaejoong, you stupid dork. I'll show YOU 'appropriate' muwahaha... she chuckled as she grabbed the little red dress from the rack again before sprinting into the change rooms.

The cubical was tiny, but it was enough to probably squeeze four people in, its side walls occupied by two hooks. Yeonhee placed the skimpy red dress on one side, as she started to her black sleeveless top, revealing her yellow hamtaro print bra to the shiny white of the cubicle. Hooking her shirt on the other side, she began to squeeze herself into the little dress. The torso area was as tight as a corset, hugging at the waist, although the bust was a little loose. Dammit, it's for chicks with s... she cursed, as her not-much-of-a cleavage hung out from the space of the bust area, half the cups of her bra peeping out. The skirt of the dress flowed down, but it was so short that it would be wise not to bend over. And so Yeonhee felt it necessary to keep her black denim shorts on. OK, now to see what this hoe looks like hahaha...

Much to her dismay, there was not a single mirror inside the cubicle.

Sighing deeply, Yeonhee gently pushed the cubicle's door to open slightly, carefully inspecting if anyone was loitering around the change rooms. She could see that the full-body length mirror was right infront, and no one seemed to be around. Sighing a breath of relief, she kicked the door to swing open before striding out in her best model-on-catwalk impersonation, arms flinging into the air, her left hand floating downwards onto her hip, as the other to the back of her head. And there she was, studying herself in the mirror and feeling rather irked that the dress didn't suit her at all, but somewhat relieved as she wasn't going to buy it anyway. Suddenly, she glimpsed a figure wander into the room from the corner of her eye. OH CRAP! She yelped, frantically spinning around to rush back into her cubicle.

A voice cried out just before she stepped one foot into her escape. "Uh..Yeonhee?"

At that moment Yeonhee could feel her entire body frozen still. The voice that had called out her name... it was deep. Familiar. And from a guy. And to be honest, she didn't really know any other guys in Seoul besides Jaejoong ...and DBSK.

But this voice was not Jaejoong's.

Slowly spinning to face the direction of the voice, she stumbled back slightly from the shocking squeeze of her heart and lungs, her eyes bulging from their sockets. And he was standing there, just staring at her, his expression as startled as hers.

A meek squeak escaped Yeonhee's petrified face.

Yoochun couldn't help but drift his eyes down to the Hamtaro cups that were undeniably winking at him. "You look.... nice." He commented smugly, unsure of whether he was speaking to the cups, or to the girl that owned them. And as much as he tried to hold it back, a grin tugged at the corners of his lips.

Following Yoochun's gaze down to her unguarded bust, Yeonhee slung her arms across her chest in immediate defence from his ogle. "...Thanks." she managed to murmur under her breath.

Awkward silence.

"So what are you doing here?" they said in unison. And cute as it may have sounded, Yeonhee was freaked out a little by it, her expression preserving the dumbfounded look that taut the muscles of her face.

But he laughed at it. And she studied his pouty lips widen across his face. Heck, it was the most adorable smile that ever graced her sight.

Yoochun, on the other hand was fighting back the temptation to undress her with his preying eyes. "Do you..." he started, in attempts to break the silence, "...wanna hang out?"

+ + + +

So her plans of shopping on her own had totally been trampled on by the charm of the first man to ever witness her unguarded bust and Hamtaro bra. And as much as she didn't want to admit it, she was secretly glad they had bumped into each other, albeit probably in the most embarrassing way, but their laughter had seemed to drown out that 'bad first impression' feeling. They spent about two hours or so just shopping. Together. Like close friends. And not dating. Or at least she hoped they looked like it --not dating, that is. She couldn't afford to spark any interest in him. He's Jaejoong's friend for crying out loud! And Jaejoong is... well.. her friend. And sure enough Jaejoong's only just a friend, but she couldn't deny the fact that she hadn't rid of her hidden feelings for him. So squeezing Yoochun in the picture just felt... wrong. Big no. Well, not yet anyway... --NO YEONHEE, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING, NO!!!!!

"You OK?"

"Huh, what?" Escaping from her pondering, Yeonhee managed to slowly recollect what Yoochun had just asked her. "Oh.. yeah, I'm fine!" she snorted, engulfing her face with a dorky grin.

"Good. But are you feeling photogenic today?"

Totally caught off guard by such a random question, Yeonhee raised a brow up at him "Uhh... why?" She asked before noticing his eyes shift to what was waiting infront of them. "Box photos?! You gotta be kidding me..."

"Come on, it'll be fun!" he laughed, clasping her hand within his own as he dragged her towards the shiny colourfulness that sparkled before them.

"Noooooooooo~"

"Yeeeeeeeeesssss~"

And before Yeonhee and Yoochun knew it, they were standing infront of a vacant sticker photo machine, its prime colour gleaming yellow. The theme plastered all over its shiny surface? Hamtaro.

"You are a cruel, cruel man."

"Hahahaha..."