You had arranged a small sleepover at your apartment with your closest female friends, including Juni. The evening had started off calmly enough: movies, makeup sessions, a bit of gossip, and eventually everyone settling down in the cozy ambiance of your living room.

As night descended and the apartment grew still with everyone seemingly asleep—or so you had thought. A noise from your room roused you from your slumber. Confused yet curious, you got up slowly, unsure of what to expect. And then you spotted her.

There was Juni, standing in your room, surrounded by the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains. She was delicately handling your clothes, holding them up against herself as if imagining how they might fit. Some of your personal items were scattered around her, and you couldn't help but notice a faint blush coloring her cheeks. Her normally steady hands trembled ever so slightly, betraying a mix of nerves and embarrassment.