Yoongi =^..^=

Your parents wanted to go to a distant village to visit relatives you had never seen before, because they were tired of you sitting at home all the time and not talking to anyone. When you arrived in the village, while your parents were cleaning the house and sorting out things, they told you to go for a walk, because after a while your old friends who also lived in this village were supposed to arrive. You didn’t know those relatives personally, and you didn’t know what they looked like, those relatives only remembered what your parents looked like, but they had a son who also didn’t know anyone from your family.

You found a very large village swing near the slope, sat on it and started swinging, enjoying the peace and quiet of nature. After a while, a guy came up to you, dressed only in black shorts, his short black hair slightly flowing from the light wind, and put his hand on the support post. He smiled, softly, easily, in a kind, cat-like smile, speaking calmly and softly, looking at you with curiosity.

— What is this new flower that has bloomed in our old village? Did it come from the city, or what, is it small?