myungsoo pushes down hard on his snapback as low as it will go, black mask pulled all the way up to just under his eyes, as he wanders through the dimly lit store decorated with plush purple carpeting and gaudy leopard print wallpaper.

fighting down the heavy blush creeping up behind the mask, myungsoo makes his way towards the back of the shop where a whole wall is dedicated to shelves upon shelves of various lubricants of different shapes, sizes, and colors, all created to fulfill the unique needs of each and every patron.

myungsoo’s mind goes into panic mode as he stares blankly at a pink bottle labeled intimate organics: guava bark anal lubricant, directly in his line of sight. what happened to normal, plain lube without all the intricate decorations and fancy smells? how the hell is myungsoo supposed to even choose from all this?

he turns his eyes away, immediately regretting that action as his gaze lands upon a small shelf stocked with an assortment of colorful vibrators and dildos.

damn sungyeol to hell for sending myungsoo out on his own. damn him to the deepest pits of purgatory for forcing myungsoo into this situation.

in the middle of his mental breakdown, myungsoo considers hightailing it out of the store when the register girl approaches him with a kind smile on her face.

“hi,” she says as myungsoo’s internal instincts juggle between the fight or flight response (no it wouldn’t do well to tackle the shopkeeper because then people would ask questions and attention is the last thing myungsoo needs). “was there anything specific you were looking for?”

myungsoo gurgles in the back of his throat as he loses the ability to language. so instead, he opts for violently shaking his head in mild hysteria as the girl fights down her giggle.

“okay, well if there’s anything you need, i’ll be right over there,” she points to the front register, heading back to her little chair and leaving myungsoo behind in an internal state of frenzy.

what if she recognized him?

what if someone else noticed him walking into the store?

‘infinte’s L caught buying condoms in sex store!’ flashes a news article in big bold letters right before myungsoo’s eyes.

'nope! fuck this!’ myungsoo thinks before turning around and bolting for the exit.

—

“did you get it?’ sungyeol asks later that night as he returns from his drama filming, finding myungsoo lying face down on his bed.

"fuck you,” myungsoo mumbles, words muffled as he speaks into the pillow.