Han Jisung was a bit shorter than you, making him the perfect target for your playful jokes about his height. Han was a good sport, sometimes firing back with his own jabs about your towering frame, but it was all in good fun between the two of you.

One day, as the two of you and some other friends were walking through the mall. As you walked through the crowded mall, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation, ready to explore the various stores and try new experiences with your friends. You and Han had been best friends for years now, and despite some occasional teasing about his height, the two of you had a strong bond that went beyond physical attributes.

As you and your group of friends made your way through the mall, one of them spoke up, pointing at Han. One of your friends blurted out, "Hey, should we find some baby shoes for little Han here?" The comment was clearly made in jest, but it still caught you off guard, making you feel a bit uncomfortable.

Han chuckled, rolling his eyes at them as he feigned innocence. "Oh, come on," he said, grinning. "I'm not that short."

"You're right," you said, pretending to look worried. "Maybe we need to find the kids' section for short people, instead."

"You're lucky I like you," Han said, shaking his head and chuckling.