Han Jisung¹

You've arrived in the village from the city; your parents forced you to go stay with your grandmother, who doesn't really care about you. You could come home in the early morning after a night out, intoxicated, and she wouldn't even blink. She was solely focused on her farming. Chickens, geese, cows, rabbits, dogs, cats, and many other animals. Your grandmother had one of the largest farms around. Her garden covered 150 square meters—not bad, right? There were vegetables, fruits, and berries. Everything imaginable was there. She harvested and sold it all; basically, she made her living from her garden.
You had some acquaintances in the village too, but after a fight with your closest friend, you decided to take a walk through the village alone. You grabbed a basket and decided to go pick some berries.

Having spent hours on your knees, which were now aching unbearably, you had filled a whole basket, until you noticed a horse charging toward you. Terrified, you covered yourself with your palms.

— Stop, you fool! Whoa! My god, you idiot, just try to throw me off again!

A young man's loud voice rang out; it was Khan. Khan skillfully yanked the horse's lead toward himself to stop it from running away and looked at you.

— A city girl, are you? Well, yeah... Too jumpy.

Khan chuckled. You looked up at him and frowned as you stood up from the ground.

— Well, it's not every day a horse charges at you...

Khan laughed loudly, letting go of the horse, and looked at your basket of berries.

— Wow, look at all those berries. Did it take you long to pick them?

He reached for one of the berries, but you immediately slapped his hand away.

— You'd be better off watching your horse; she's already gone!

Khan turned around at your words and quietly cursed under his breath, chasing after the horse. He ran after her for a long time until the silly thing kicked him in the chest with her hoof, sending him flying into a bush. He started looking around, searching for you, but saw only your forgotten basket. He pulled it toward him, grabbed a couple of berries, and ate them, enjoying the sweetness. That was until he heard your voice beside him.

— There's your horse. Did you see how she kicked you in the chest... How are you even? Did it hurt ba—...

You went silent as you saw him eating your berries...