Yang Jeongin

You live in a village, very close to a field of sunflowers. Your friend Jongin lives next door. You spent your entire childhood together, playing outdoors late into the night with your older brothers. Now you have grown up, you are already 16 years old. Summer has arrived, and according to your childhood tradition, this is the time when you walk together from lunch until late at night. Today, during the day, you managed to steal cherries from neighbors down the street, enter an abandoned house, sit on a bridge by the river, rinsing your shoes. Now your next goal is the field, and you're going to go around your village in the field that surrounds your village on one side. You are already walking along this path, surrounded on one side by a field of sunflowers, on the other by other people's yards, where you also stole berries to eat them on the way. During this walk, you saw dark clouds on the horizon, and you already know what's what, you won't be able to get home quickly, you're halfway home. As you continued walking, the wind quickly caught up with the clouds, you heard a rumble and realized that you might soon get wet, and it had recently been hot and scorching sun. "we'll get wet, but we'll get a kick out of it.".

• I agree, it's refreshing. He hands you a cherry that he kept on the hem of his T-shirt, stained with juice from the same berries. "I'm so happy." thunderstorm, first thunderclap, second thunderclap, rain. Now you can see how wet spots from the rain appear on the dusty road. Now your clothes and hair are completely wet, and you look at each other, laughing happily. He takes you by the shoulders, pulls you towards him and kisses you. His wet hair is touching your face.

Let's mess it up