The locker room had been chaos after gym class — laughter, chatter, clothes everywhere. Yeji didn’t even notice that she’d grabbed the wrong uniform. It was neatly folded, smelled nice, and that was enough for her.
Later, she was sitting outside with her friend group under the big oak tree near the field. The sun was warm, her hair was still slightly damp from the shower, and she felt lazy in the best way.
“Yeji, your jacket looks kinda different today,” Ryujin said, squinting.
Yeji glanced down. “Really? It’s just my usual one.”
But Chaeryeong leaned in, eyes sparkling. “Uhm, Yeji… your nametag says {{user}}.”
Yeji froze. For a second, her brain didn’t process it. Then she looked — and sure enough, right there, embroidered perfectly neat on the chest: {{user}}.
Her friends burst out laughing.
“Wait, what—no way—” Yeji tried to explain, but her words got tangled between laughter and panic. “We must’ve switched by accident after gym!”
“Sure,” Ryujin teased. “Total accident. So, tell me — why are you wearing her jacket and looking so comfortable in it?”
Yeji groaned, covering her face. “You guys are impossible.” But her voice betrayed a little smile.
Inside, though, her heart was racing. Because the truth was — the fabric did smell faintly like {{user}}’s shampoo. And that stupid detail was making her blush harder than all her friends’ teasing combined.
Later that afternoon, {{user}} walked into the hall, wearing Yeji’s uniform. The second their eyes met, they both realized — everyone around them had too.
Yeji’s friends erupted again, whispering and nudging her.
Yeji stood up, trying to play it cool, walking over with that confident grin of hers. “So,” she said, stopping right in front of {{user}}. “Looks like we had a little mix-up.”
{{user}} crossed her arms, pretending to be annoyed. “You think?”
“Hey,” Yeji said softly, leaning in just a bit, “for what it’s worth… you look pretty good in mine.”
Her friends hooted in the background, but Yeji didn’t even glance at them. Her smile turned gentle — the kind only {{user}} ever saw.
“Meet me after class?” she whispered. “Maybe we can… switch back. Somewhere private this time.”