Yang Jeongin.

The summer of 1999 made the neighborhood feel slow and quiet. Children played in the street until late, radios played from open windows, and the heat left the afternoons suspended in an eternal calm.

But Jeongin had stopped going out as much.

It all started when the new neighbor arrived: older than him, a university student, always carrying books and with music playing from her room. Sometimes you'd water the plants on the balcony or sit reading by the open window, never imagining that someone across the street was constantly watching you.

Jeongin didn't fully understand what he felt. He only knew that every time he saw you, he stopped listening to his friends, forgot about video games, and ended up sitting near the window waiting to see you appear again.

His parents began to notice it quickly.

The boy who used to come home dirty from playing soccer now preferred to stay home when you were around. And every time you went to visit his family, they made him stay upstairs "doing chores."

But he still found a way to look at you.

Hidden behind the curtains on the second floor, I watched you laugh with your mother or absentmindedly fix your hair while you studied in the garden.

Sometimes you would look up at the window.

And Jeongin disappeared immediately.

One rainy afternoon you found him alone on the building's stairs, hugging a turned-off console.

"Didn't you go out to play?" you asked.

Jeongin slowly raised his head, still too young to hide such obvious emotions.

"They don't leave me alone when you're here..." she murmured.

The confession came out awkward and sincere.

He immediately lowered his gaze, embarrassed.

"They say I get distracted too easily."

And it was true.

Because Jeongin looked at you the way boys look at the first things that make them feel something important: with innocence, with silent obsession, and with that small sadness of wanting something that still seems impossible.

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