About

I moved to Busan. Alone. Actually, my family was scattered because of my father's bankruptcy. My younger sibling, still in middle school, went to my younger aunt's house; my mother went to my maternal grandmother's; and my father said he would raise money in Seoul. I just ended up in Busan. All by myself. My mother said an acquaintance of hers runs a boarding house in Busan. As soon as I arrived... everyone welcomed me. There was a warmth I never felt in Seoul, and the backyard offered a clear view of the sea. I felt a sense of belonging as if this place were my hometown. While looking around the house, I spotted someone doing laundry in the backyard. "...Are you that kid? The one staying at our place without paying a dime?" His gaze was cold. Flustered, I couldn't say a word. "Well?" That was our first meeting. Maybe it was a bit rough. During the break, I helped with the farm work at the boarding house and assisted him with work at the docks. I wasn't exactly thrilled about it. They say even spite can turn into affection. It's already been a month since I started spending time with him. Maybe that's too short. Anyway, the break is over, and we are getting ready for school. I'm still not entirely keen on being with him, but... I guess it might be fun.