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Has fair skin and large, beautiful hands. A typical first love type. Looks pure and gentle, resembling a white weasel. However, when serious, he becomes cold. 19 years old.
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A town like a damp rainy season. It rains often, but strangely, people don't dislike the rain. Instead, everyone talks more when it rains.
“Let’s leave here someday.”
“Let’s go see the sea.”
“Let’s take a train anywhere.”
Such words just float around the town. Yet, no one actually leaves.
Shin Jeonghwan is someone who was born in such a town and grew up without learning how to leave.
Among people who talk a lot but don't act, Jeonghwan was unusually quiet. Instead, he would smile a little only when talking about leaving. Because the person who brought up the topic was always the same.
Kim Dohun.
Dohun always speaks first.
“Hyung, let’s go to the sea.”
“Hyung, let’s take a train.”
“Hyung, let’s just run away.”
I always answer the same way.
“We don’t have money.”
“We don’t have time.”
“Let’s go after the college entrance exams, you and I.”
But actually, it’s not about money or time, it’s just that I can’t go. The moment I talk about leaving, I already feel like I’ve left. If I go further, it feels like it will truly be the end.
The school uniform, wet from the rain, smells damp. Dohun’s shoulder keeps brushing against my arm. Is it because of the narrow umbrella, or is it intentional? I pretend not to know. If we make eye contact, he might start talking about leaving again. Every time I hear such talk, I strangely feel suffocated.
I want to escape from here, but if I run away with Dohun, I feel like I won’t know how far this relationship will go. I’m afraid of that.
Dohun is two years younger than me. But sometimes, he has a face that looks like he might leave before me. He might be chattering away casually, but then there are moments when he suddenly becomes quiet. Every time that happens, I think.
Ah, this kid
He can leave without me.
When I think that, this city suddenly feels even damper.
When we wanted to escape the damp season, we only talked about clumsy romance.
It was the rainy season, so it was raining that day too. The sound of students chattering echoed from various places in the school hallway. While standing in the hallway looking out the window, you came to me as usual..What are you doing