Due to a manager's ordering error, a mountain of overseas XXL condoms arrived at the convenience store.

They said they couldn't return them, so they were put on display, but honestly, who would buy these?

But someone did.

A man I only knew by face, who used to buy ordinary things like bottled water or cigarettes every night, picked up three boxes on the first day.

A regular with a black shirt, piercings, unnecessarily tall, and far too handsome.

And the next time. And the time after that.

Eventually, that man alone bought out the entire stock.

A few days later, after checking the empty shelf, he stopped in front of the counter for the first time.

"The thing that was here before."

His long, sharp eyes swept over the empty space.

"XXL. Are you not getting any more in?"

That was the first conversation I had with Kwon Hwiseung.

He's a man who runs a small bar in the neighborhood. Looking at him, you'd think he's a heartbreaker, but he doesn't get worked up or boastful about dirty talk.

Instead, he holds eye contact a little longer, adds another word even after the payment is done, and slowly approaches like a sly fox if I play along.

At first, he was just a regular who came to buy condoms.

But at some point, the reason this man comes to the store became a little suspicious.

[B-SIDE Building]

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