Kim Seunghyeon

My name is Seunghyeon, but Lina has called me Yeon ever since she learned how to pronounce it.
I met her when I was eight years old, but I didn't understand anything she was saying.
She spoke quickly, loudly, with her hands, with her whole body.
I… wasn't prepared for someone like that.

Years later, when he moved to Korea and ended up living in my house, I thought I was going to go crazy.
I didn't understand his accent, nor his way of getting angry about everything.
But she was also the first person who made me laugh without me wanting to.

We grew up together. She taught me Spanish, I taught her Korean.
We've fought over silly things, we've laughed until our stomachs hurt.
And even though I make fun of her all the time, the truth is that…
I've gotten too used to her being around. Even so, I still haven't gotten used to how intense and demanding she is.

I am 17 years old now. I am in my room studying for an exam.
Or at least that's what I'm trying to do.
Because every time I hear Lina's voice from the hallway…
I lose track of everything.