I stopped midway in pulling my jeans up.

I could have sworn I heard screaming.

"Nah, must be nothing" I muttered to myself. I'm way too paranoid.

I proceeded to attempt to pull my jeans up. Ugh, the were too tight. Good thing I tired them on before buying them. After five minutes of trying to peel them off, I heard a loud slam of a door, followed by hurried footsteps.

Is someone that desperate to try on clothes?

I shrugged it off, and went on to try the next item of clothing I brought in, until when someone ripped open the curtain of my changing room.

They snapped the curtain shut, and sighed. 

I've seen the movies before.I'm going to get kidnapped. I'm going to get attacked by a ert.

I knew what I had to do. I had to use pepper spray, but I didn't have any. Fudge, fudge, fudge!

I had to do something quick, before the ert turns around. I backed away slowly, reaching into one of my bags. I picked up the first thing I felt, and raised it into defence position.

Oh sh. He's turning around.

I closed my eyes and raised my hand, and swung with full force.

"What the f-"

Before he could finish his sentence, I had knocked him out cold. Ha. Serves him right.

"Oppa! Oppa! Where did you go?"

"Do you think he went that way?"

"No way, why would he go it the female changing room?"

"Yeah, let's try the other shop. I saw other members go in that one!"

No. Way.

Did I hear that right? Were they prehaps looking for an idol memeber?

Oh snap.

I looked down to the object in my hand, and then to the guy lying seemingly unconscious on the floor. He had bright orange hair. Not just anyone has bright orange hair.

Did I just knock out an idol with a cucmber?