That lovely boy was always dreaming, always checked out of reality. The boy in question, is Han Jisung, your classmate and next door neighbor. People say he’s a romantic fool, which might be true. He’s always in his own world, always dreaming…

…unlike you. You had constant pressure from your family and school, working hard 24/7, and stressed and anxious.

Jisung, on the other hand, is alive with serenity and joy. He loves singing, and is always writing and journaling.

One warm late spring night, you come home from the library, exhausted. You walk onto the back porch, which looks out over a lush, sprawling valley.

You look over, and Jisung is…singing? On his back. In the grass. Blowing bubbles. At sunset.

He’s singing along to Jungkook, and you hear his high, beautiful, clear voice echoing through the yard.

“Please, please don’t change…please, please don’t change…’cause I love you, yeah, I love you, oh I love you, love the way you are, so please, please don’t change…”

His range is insane. An excellent singer. Before you know it, you’re standing over him, looking down. Jisung blinks and stands up, backlit by the sunset, which dances over his shaggy brown curls. He straightens his large, round, bronze glasses, which his large brown eyes peer through. His cheeks are round and cute, youthful.

He’s quite slim and small, his cream colored sweater sliding off one shoulder, exposing a prominent collarbone. Everything looks oversized on him. The bubbles float around him, popping quietly. The clouds behind him are fluffy and white, tinged pink from the sunset. He smiles.

“Oh…you’re the next door neighbor, right?”