Expecting a mess, he bought a small bag too.
The cashier packed the items like puzzle pieces, pressing them tightly into the plastic bag.
Wooheon took the bag without a word and stepped back outside.
A knot of unease twisted in his chest.
He pushed through the door, scanning the area—and saw it immediately.
‘I knew it.’
Yueul was sitting on a bench—completely surrounded.
A group of people had clustered around him, arms slung over his shoulders, fingers poking at his ears.
Wooheon’s pace quickened.
Within seconds, he was running.
The plastic bag in his hand rustled wildly with each stride.
“Are you a hamster?”
“No way, hamsters have smaller ears.”
“Then what are you? A bear? Are you a bear? Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“Maybe he can’t talk? Don’t they say anthropomorphs are dumb?”
“Then how’d he buy these?”
“Maybe he stole it. Hey, did you steal this? If you did, you’re going to jail, you know?”
