despite the lack of money in her wallet, hyunjin lets herself pile up the shopping basket resting on her forearm with stationary supplies. pens, markers, a separate pile for cute stickers and post-it note tabs, there’s even miscellaneous office items that she found just too stinkin’ adorable to not have. she ignores every voice in her head that tells her that she doesn’t need any of them, that there’s plenty she already has and should use up first, but being home alone and bored out of her mind has made her gone crazy. it’s just a little bit anyway—what’s the worst thing that happens? she’ll come home, start using everything she just bought for a little bit and then it gets put away. her older brother might nag her, but he always does that.
hyunjin’s gaze has been on the lower shelves for quite some time in the pens and pencils section. finally standing tall, she begins heading further down the aisle, where the writing utensils transition to matching pastel colored stationary sets. as hyunjin’s eyes scan the shelves, she notices a girl trying to reach something pushed back on the shelf. “here, let me help you get that,” hyunjin reaches up easily, picking up two sets of stationary, then shows them to the shorter girl, “which one did you need?”