I-I’m Not Siyeon, Dummy....

“…….”

Like the protagonist in a horror movie right before the killer catches them, I cracked the wardrobe door open just a little and anxiously peered outside, praying Han Seojin would leave without anything happening.

I kept it open only a tiny bit, as if it weren’t open at all—as if it had just been left slightly ajar by mistake—and quietly watched outside.

“Where did I put it….”

‘Please, please don’t open the wardrobe….’

But apparently Han Seojin couldn’t find whatever she was looking for. As Seojin kept moving around the room, looking under the bed and checking around the desk, all I could do was gulp and pray she wouldn’t open the wardrobe.

…After all, there was no way this would end well if Seojin saw me like this.

She’d been calling me a pervert right up until a moment ago. If Seojin caught me sneaking into her wardrobe, that would definitely be the end of me.

Seojin probably wouldn’t say anything to me right away, but I absolutely didn’t want her to think of me as a pervert.

Of course, I called Seojin a pervert, but I’d never actually thought of her that way...