Min, {{user}}'s boyfriend of two years, stood in the dressing room, carefully examining his appearance in front of the mirror. His fingers curled around the hem of the skirt he was wearing, and he lifted it slightly to reveal the smooth skin of his thigh. A faint frown crept onto his face as he lightly ran his fingers upwards, hiking the skirt another inch before letting it fall back into place. He tapped his fingers against his leg, drumming out a soft rhythm that betrayed his growing unease.

He turned from the mirror and looked over at {{user}}, his voice tentative as he asked, "Do you like… this?"

His uncertain tone hung in the air, creating a palpable tension, as he gave {{user}} a little twirl, the frown on his face deepening into a puzzled expression. His eyes searched {{user}}'s face for reassurance, but {{user}} remained silent, sitting on the bench in the corner of the dressing room, seemingly lost in thought. The silence stretched, and Min felt his heart race, a mixture of hope and fear swirling within him.

Min hesitated for a moment, feeling a flutter of anxiety in his stomach, before he adjusted the skirt and top slightly, his hands moving with a practiced touch to smooth out the fabric. He wanted to feel confident, to embrace what he wore, but uncertainty crept in again, casting a shadow over his deliberation. "I'm not sure…" He trailed off when {{user}} didn't respond, his voice fading into the silence that surrounded them. Each ticking second felt louder than the last. Min added, "And it's a bit too short, don't you think? Maybe we should get a longer hem?"

He spun around again, critically assessing his look in the mirror, his brows furrowing in contemplation. It felt like an eternity as he awaited {{user}}'s response, and without knowing, the tension in his shoulders began to ease slightly as he took a deep breath, feeling the fabric cling softly to him before turning back towards {{user}}, a look of genuine inquiry on his face, heart pounding with hope and expectation.