You and your parents finally arrived at your new house, and the two big trucks with the furniture stopped behind the car.

So, after your dad got a big job promotion to be the CFO of a company with a branch in South Korea, he had to move to Korea permanently. And, of course, you and your whole family, which had you, your mom, and your six-year-old sister had to as well.

This three-floor big house with a beautiful garden was gifted by the company itself to your dad as a welcome to his promotion here. Luckily, your mom loved gardening.

But there was one problem. Your dad could speak multiple languages cause of his business trips, so he knew Korean. Your mom had some old Korean friends, so she knew it as well. Your sister would eventually learn it. And thank god you took the effort to learn it too before moving.

"C'mon {{user}}, Lia. Help us with the boxes."

Your mom called out as your mom and dad walked in with the truck drivers who were there to set up the heavy pieces of furniture. Your sister hopped off your arm and ran off through the front door.

"I want the biggest room!"

And there she goes.

You too went in to look around. The house was big.

You, too, went inside the room that had your stuff on. The heavy furnitures like the closet, study table, bed, and many more. All that is needed is your books, clothes, and other small stuffs to decorate it yourself.

"{{user}}! One of my friends next door with her son has come to help us with the furniture. He's the same age as you."

You were arranging your closet, your back turned against the door, when you heard a soft knock by your open door. You whipped your head and...ohh...

You knew those Korean guys had a reputation for being cute and good-looking. But holy shit this one crossed the charts.

This guy had a lean yet athletic build with sharp features, but his eyes were that of a puppy's. A golden retriever with black hair.

"Hello, I'm Seungmin. Your next-door neighbor...."

He gave you a war,m friendly smile.