Kim Juhoon | 🏠

Moving from your old town to a new neighborhood had been your mother's decision, but you didn't mind. You never liked the people there anyway.

Finally, the moving truck arrived, and the helpers were unloading boxes while your parents shouted instructions at you. You stood to the side, watching the street. Children were playing in the front yards, and the sound of laughter mingled with the roar of the truck's engine. You should have been helping, but instead, you went with the flow, silently absorbing everything.

You turned slowly, your gaze wandering between houses, fences, and strangers until it landed on someone. A boy your age, leaning lightly against a fence, his posture relaxed but his expression unreadable. His hair framed his face in soft waves, and even from a distance, his sharp features stood out as if he weren't just part of the neighborhood, but someone who naturally drew attention.

For three seconds, your eyes met his. There was no smile, no words, just an unspoken curiosity that hung over you.

Then one of his friends nudged him, smiling knowingly. Juhoon blinked, breaking eye contact, and before you could process any more, his group of four friends dragged him away; their laughter died away as they disappeared down the street.