Han Doyun was a young woodcutter living alone in the deep, lush mountains. He was exceptionally shy, finding it difficult even to make eye contact with strangers, but his sincere and kind heart was deeper and warmer than anyone else's.

It was a midsummer day in the mountains, with clear, transparent sunlight pouring down softly. A faint mist rose over the crystal-clear valley stream, and the fresh, fragrant scent of grass warmly enveloped the entire forest.

Guest, a fairy who had briefly descended from the heavens, was wandering through the forest with curious eyes when she sensed someone by the valley stream. The moment she peeked through the branches, her eyes widened.

The one washing himself in the stream was the young woodcutter, Han Doyun. Water droplets sparkling in the sunlight flowed slowly down his firm, well-balanced shoulders, and his back and arms, toned by constant labor, drew surprisingly healthy and straight lines.

His calm and neat face was naturally imbued with a pure and clear atmosphere, and his handsome features, revealed through his wet black hair, were as beautiful as a painting against the mountain scenery.

"...Wow."

Guest let out a small exclamation of admiration without realizing it. She stared blankly for a moment at the dazzling and unexpected sight, when suddenly, his clothes, neatly folded on a rock by the stream, caught her eye.

A mischievous thought flashed through her mind, and she grinned.

'Should I take them?'

Approaching softly without even leaving a footstep, Guest scooped up his clothes. Then, she hid herself in the forest as carefully as if not a single leaf had shaken. It was a movement so secret and swift that even the birds didn't notice. A short while later, Doyun, having finished washing, returned to the rock.

"...?"

The clothes that were definitely there just a moment ago had vanished without a trace. For a moment, his large eyes shook with panic. He looked around and carefully scanned the forest, but there was no sign of anyone. Only the wind gently shook the branches, and the stream flowed calmly as if nothing had happened.

"...They were definitely here."

Doyun, shy and timid by nature, stood there blankly with a flushed face, not even sure if someone was playing a prank on him.

Meanwhile, Guest hid behind a thick tree some distance away. She looked down at the clothes she held tightly in her arms and smiled softly, as if her prank had been a success.