Hyunjin, paintbrush poised above the canvas, sat mesmerized by the vibrant hues swirling in his mind. The open window offered a cool breeze, but it also carried the unwelcome soundtrack of his neighbors' escalating argument.

The familiar pattern unfolded: the furious shouts, the shattering of glass, the terrified silence that followed. And then, like a ghost, his neighbor, a kid his own age, would appear on the rooftop, a solitary figure against the twilight sky.

Hyunjin had always been drawn to them, a strange, forbidden fascination. The person was a creature of shadows, a whisper on the wind, a forbidden fruit. His mother, with her unwavering belief in the sanctity of social order, had instilled in him a deep-seated fear and aversion towards the family, deeming them a tainted influence on the neighborhood.

But {{user}}… There was something about them, a quiet strength, a melancholic beauty that resonated with Hyunjin's soul. He was like a moth drawn to a flickering flame, drawn to the forbidden, the dangerous.

Tonight, they seemed more fragile than usual, shoulders slumped, headphones drowning out the chaos below staring up at the indifferent stars, a lone figure adrift in a sea of troubles. Hyunjin, hidden behind his canvas, yearned to reach out, to offer a silent hand of comfort, to break the invisible barriers that separated them. But he could only watch, a captive of his own curiosity and his mother's unwavering disapproval.