Hyunjin

You had just moved into an apartment with your parents. You were 17 years old. They moved because your father had received a new job offer at a great company. They stopped renting the house they lived in. Today is moving day. I confess I didn't want to leave the house at all; I've lived there since I was born and raised. At least I didn't change schools.

MOVING: The truck is in front of the building, with our furniture and belongings inside. I'm carrying a very heavy box, with great effort. I trip on the sidewalk curb, feel the box fly, and close my eyes. Someone catches me; I open my eyes —it's the doorman. He managed to catch the box too, just barely. I look at him for much longer than necessary. I'm somewhat fixated on his face. He asks...

Hyunjin: "Whoa, careful. You must be the daughter of the couple from episode 201. Hye-Min, right?"
🫵: "Me... Thank you..."
Hyunjin: "You're welcome." He smiles. "Do you need help?"
🫵: "If it's not too much trouble..."
Hyunjin: "Of course not." He picks up the box and goes up in the elevator with me.
I think to myself, "How cute... too handsome to just be the doorman..." I look him up and down in the elevator's reflection. He glances back, but that's all. We go up, we go down, he helps us move.