Wrong Luggage, Perfect Curves

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Min-jae walked behind Claire through the police station hallway, feeling the heat rising in him. There was complete silence around them, but in his head, it was loud. He couldn't believe what was happening. Did she really think she could get him out of this situation with so little effort? Why was she still standing next to him when it was so obvious he was right?

"Si vous voulez, nous pouvons nous expliquer à l'intérieur!" (If you want, we can explain ourselves inside!) Claire shouted in French, suddenly turning her head toward him, but not looking him in the eye.

At that moment, Min-jae had only one wish—to look at her and relieve himself of the overwhelming stress. His attention was solely on her. Every movement she made, every curve of her body in that tight, impossibly fitted dress, made him feel awkward. Nothing in his world had ever been like this.

"I can't believe this," he muttered as they passed the receptionist. "I never thought I'd be here... with... with someone whose..." he couldn't finish the thought. He didn't know whether to be embarrassed about everything that was happening, or somehow... excited. "Whose... curves!" he thought to himself.

As if Claire could hear his thoughts, she turned around, glancing over her shoulder. "Is this really what interests you, huh?" she asked with an incredible calmness, although there was something playful in her eyes. "Do you think you can look at me like I'm your prey, Min-jae? How is that any different from what you're trying to do to me? Or maybe you're more interested in... this?" She gestured toward her waist and hips, clearly knowing what had sparked his reaction.

"No... I don't mean... that!" he answered quickly, completely confused. "That's not... yeah!" He spoke awkwardly, instead of just admitting it.

Claire didn't bother to correct him. Instead, she turned her head again. There was no shame in her eyes, just a cold confidence that drove him mad. It seemed she didn't even notice how awkward he was until they entered a small room with a few offices, where his agony began.

The police asked them to wait while they checked the suitcase and everything regarding the swap. And as Claire sat with a stern look on her face, Min-jae could only watch her. His legs were shaking, and his mind was racing, trying to understand how he had ended up in this situation.

"There's no way this was all a coincidence," he thought, trying to calm himself. But as he looked at her lips, he noticed his heart beating faster. He imagined her as just an ordinary woman. But she wasn't ordinary. Her eyes were dangerous, even when she was silent.

While he was thinking, Claire turned toward him and gave him a disdainful look. "So, you just... imagined you were right?" she asked, her tone cold, sharp, but with a hint of something like irony. "I don't think it's your place to interrogate me like I'm... you know, the unfortunate woman carrying your stuff. I don't think you're that high, Min-jae."

And for a moment, it was so obvious that he had completely misjudged the situation. He couldn't take it anymore, so he just shrugged. They still didn't have a solution, but it was clear she wasn't remotely interested in his version.

After a while, the police confirmed that there was no intent to steal the suitcase. Claire, although nervous, got a clear explanation. The moment she left the office, she looked back at Min-jae. His eyes never stopped following her every step.

"So, what now?" Min-jae asked, trying to grab her hand. "Can we... talk?"

But she just looked at him with a smile, cold but amused. With a single gesture, without warning, she spoke in Korean, with a perfect French accent: "그만해! 너는 진짜 미친놈!" (Stop it! You're really crazy!) and disappeared.

Min-jae stood frozen, completely stunned. His heart raced. How could she be so arrogant and cold? He paused, confused, as she walked away without turning back, in her provocative outfit.

As she disappeared into the distance, he simply stood there, hands on his stomach, still under the impression of everything that had just happened. He could hear his heart pounding and realized that she... clearly had the power to change him. He found a reason to face her again.

But there was something in his feelings that he couldn't ignore. Claire was truly... unique.