Munhee was certain that she was going to get caught, it was impossible to run out of the room or hide somewhere else when the washroom's door was already opening.
This was why, currently Munhee had no idea how did she manage to shove herself under Baekhyun's bed? Did she somehow manage to stop the time? 'Stop being ridiculous, Mun.' She immediately scolded herself at the obnoxious idea. It might be adrenaline rush that she ended up under his bed before the door fully opened and revealed Baekhyun.
Now that her first confusion was somewhat cleared aside, now she finally realized where had she gotten herself into. She didn't mean to stare at Baekhyun's bare pair of legs from under the bed, while he roamed into the room after he left the washroom. 'Okay, he's not naked at least!' Inner Munhee rationalized like a shameless brat. He did have a towel wrapped around his waist, which reached a little below his knees, but that didn't make the situation any better.
Even though Munhee had seen his bare legs many times before, mostly while he wore shorts in summer, but seeing his legs while he had nothing else on, except for a single towel and not to forget while she's hiding under his bed like a third class pervert, it was really not something to feel proud about.
Munhee wanted to close her eyes, but she couldn't either. Because she was hiding, and when a person would be hiding from someone, they tended to constantly check whether they'd get caught or not. So, unwillingly enough, Munhee had to keep an eye on Baekhyun and his movements.
With a pounding heart, Munhee observed Baekhyun's legs standing in front of the vanity mirror, guessing that he was probably applying some moisturiser. Munhee could actually see the whole of him if she'd duck down her head a little lower, but she'd rather not see him top naked, and it wasn't even necessary in the first place. She'd just have to hide under this bed until Baekhyun's done changing and goes out of this room. Simple task to do, right?
"Okay, let's see, what should I wear today...." Munhee heard Baekhyun talking to himself when he moved his legs to the direction of his closet in the right side. Seeing him going near the closet increased Munhee's heartbeat's pace. 'I didn't cause much mess with his clothes, did I?' Munhee was in rush when she searched the file in between his clothes, and now she couldn't remember properly whether she'd put the clothes back in their places or not. If not, she'd be majorly doomed because Baekhyun would definitely get a whiff that something was wrong.
Her heart pounded more loudly by each passing second while Baekhyun opened his cupboard and stood still before it for some painstaking seconds, or minutes?
'God, why is he taking so much time in choosing a fucking outfit?' Munhee was a screaming mess inside her head. If she wasn't illegally hiding under his bed, then she would've at least told him a word or two about not to waste his time like girls while choosing outfits. 'Or has he figured out that someone has messed with his clothes?' Munhee gulped the fear that rose inside her throat like a huge lump and waited patiently. At least as patiently as a person hiding under someone else's bed could.
Munhee finally noticed his legs move backwards after closing the cupboard's doors. She felt something being kept on the bed, she guessed he kept his clothes there. 'Great, finally he'll get dressed and get the hell out of here. Phew.' Munhee thought in relief, but the stupid relieved smile washed away from her face at the reminder of that he'll get dressed there.
'He's going to wear his clothes here. In front of me.' This thought kept ringing in her head. She cursed her luck and stupidity. Now that she's thinking, she'd rather get caught red handed than witness his dress-up show. 'How can I forget that he doesn't like to change in washrooms!!!!' She cursed her ill luck with passion while laying flat under the bed.
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