I´m standing in a fitting room and trying to peel myself out of one of the t-shirts, Minho brought me. The shirt isn´t even in a color, I´d wear at my own funeral. Bright yellow and some Korean letters.

"By the way, how´s getting dressed going? I haven´t heard from you in a while. Not even a complaint about how ugly you look.”

After that, there is a small pause in which I hear him giggle.

Somehow that sound makes me smile. This reminds me of him! He used to giggle quite similar-

"I – I think I got stuck here,” I say instead.

"Oh, should I help you or do you want me to call some-” NO! I can´t be more embarrassed for one day,” I hiss.

The curtain to the fitting room slides open a bit and his head pops in. He´s wearing those ugly sunglasses, the store is selling. Bright pink and with ugly gold straps.

Before I can say anything, he poses and beams “I look fabulous, don´t I?”

I simply nod.

He looks ugly! He´s not an ugly person, but the glasses make him one! How could he even think of-

"Oh, wow! How did you even manage to put this on?” Minho gets into the cabinet and pokes at my upper arm, where the sleeve seems to be a second skin.

"It looks like you´ve become one." "Don´t make fun of me! Help me instead!”

Every time I want to move my arms, the fabric feels like ripping apart. I pray for Minho to get me out of my misery when he grabs the shirt´s shoulders and pulls.

First, nothing changes. 

It´s not helpful, either, that he´s about a head smaller than me.

And when he pulls a lot harder, I feel like my arms are getting pulled out of their joints.

"Wait! This is not helpful at all!”

"Stop whining! I got this! Bow down! You´re too ta – NO! Don´t turn – “

The shirt makes a soft ripping sound, but he pulls it off my body.

We´re facing each other. Breathing heavily like after a workout.

"How was this even possible?” He waves with the perfectly fine shirt.

I shrug.

"Getting in is always easier than getting out,” I say. 

"What?"

He´s giving me a look I can´t quite read.

And when his eyes look down at my bare chest, his cheeks turn slightly pink.

"You – you should get dressed. I´ll ask if they have oversize clothes.”

The curtain closes behind him.

What was that look supposed to mean?