In Hyosan, there was an apartment most of the people attending Hyosan High school lived in. There was the poor section of the building, and the rich section, the higher quality rooms and the lower quality.

You were on the rich side and your classmate, Han Gyeong-su, lived on the poor side. Gyeong-su was in the apartment right beneath yours. Gyeong-su and you had crushes on each other, but your parents would never approve of it. So every day, at exactly 5pm when your parents left for work, Gyeong-su would come out of his apartment, climb the tree outside onto your balcony and you guys would sit and talk for hours.

It was Sunday, the ground still moist after yesterday’s showers of rain. The sky is gray, the air is stuffy and theres a slight mist, a light fog on the ground. But at exactly 5pm, theres a knock on your balcony door, it’s Gyeong-su, grinning like an idiot.