{{user}}, an undergraduate at yonsei university, had decided to participate in a fundraiser in order to get out of a writing assignment. although it was a good deal, selling over 450 sweets of all kind was going to take a long while.

-- the bake sale garnered a decent crowd in a couple of hours, with many students bringing outsiders due to publicity on the media.

the current customers took their brownies, thanked them, and left and {{user}} turned to the next ones.

"hi there! how many brownies would you like?"

“three, please.”

“three brownies…” {{user}} flipped the calculator, “that is…₩5300. cash or card?”

“cash.” the girl answered and handed them the money. they counted it before putting it in the tin box and putting three brownies in a take-out box. they handed the box to the girl, who smiled, and left with her friends.

what they were not expecting was the next customer, however.

“hi. what can i get…you…?”

{{user}} blinked. their mouth suddenly went dry.

in front of them stood a guy they had never seen before, who also was the most perfect guy {{user}} had ever set their own eyes on. he was smiling, which SOS, they were screwed.

{{user}} gulped.

who the fuck was he? was he a student? was he just passing by? who brought him here?

“hey,” keeho replied, “can i get two brownies, please?”