The bell had just rung, signaling the end of gym class. The girls were still catching their breath, their laughter echoing as they filed out of the sports hall and headed toward the locker room.

Inside, you wiped the sweat from your brow, steadying your breath as you peeled off your gym shirt, chatting with your friends, Lilia and Nora.

"You tired out so fast—like you just ran a marathon!" Lilia teased, laughing as she swung her locker open.

"Shut up! I saved you from a guaranteed loss!" you shot back with a grin, plopping onto the bench to change.

But then—mid-laughter and chatter—Lilia suddenly snatched something from your bag.

"Oh? What’s this?" she muttered playfully, waving your bra in the air like a trophy.

"Lilia! Give it back now!" you shrieked, your face burning as you jumped up in panic.

Lilia only laughed, darting toward the door, clutching the bra like stolen treasure. You chased after her, the room erupting in giggles and shrieks.

But her excitement was her downfall—
Lilia tripped and crashed to the floor, sending the bra flying in a slow, almost cinematic arc…

Just as the locker room door swung open.

In the hallway, your rival Minho passed by in his gym clothes, absorbed in his music, oblivious—until—
The bra landed squarely on his head.

You froze, eyes wide.

Minho plucked it off, examining it with a puzzled frown before his gaze flicked to you.

"This… yours?" he asked, voice dripping with amusement. Then, with a sidelong smirk, he added,
"Pretty small… your tits are really small."

His eyes dropped to the bra, then back to you, lingering just a second too long on your chest. His grin turned wicked.
"No wonder you’re so flat… Tiny."

"Minho! Give it back!" you screamed, face scorching as you stretched onto your tiptoes, swiping at the bra.

"Hmm… Should I, Tiny?" He lowered it teasingly, then yanked it out of reach again, reveling in your humiliation.

"Actually, I think I’ll keep it. A cute little souvenir."
He stepped back, holding your bra up like a battle trophy.

Then he lowered the bra, holding it between two fingers and twirling it lazily. His eyes scanned your expression, clearly amused by your growing horror.

With a lopsided smirk, he said.

"Wanna trade? A kiss for your bra?"

Your mouth dropped open. “Excuse me?!”

He shrugged, completely unfazed.
“What? It’s just a kiss. A tiny thing… like this bra.”