[Two-Ba-Two Fed's Bing-Eui-Geul] The Name of That Summer 01

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[Episode 1] Memories Only I Remember

I don't remember when I first liked Yeonjun oppa.

Just because we were always together.

 

When my brother came to visit my house, I deliberately did not close the door.

As I passed through the living room, I looked for a chance to make eye contact naturally.

 

I was sitting at the living room table with ridiculous homework.

When my brother looks at me, I feel awkward and accept it.

If I just said “hello” first, I felt good all day.

 

Yeonjun, who is five years older than me,

He was my older brother's friend,

He was always a 'little distant person' to me.

A distance that seems close but cannot be crossed.

 

I've liked that kind of person since I was little.

It was okay not to say anything.

Because it was actually more convenient.

 

 

 

 

 

My brother always called me younger brother.

"Little brother, give me just one cookie."

"Brother, do you know this song? It's an old song."

 

Every time I heard that, I tried to smile,

Those words gradually piled up in my heart.

I feel trapped in the word 'little brother'.

My heart is growing,

Because in my brother's eyes, I will always be in that place.

 

Time passed like that,

One day, I suddenly heard a word.

“Yeonjun’s family is immigrating overseas.”

That was the end.

I couldn't even say hello.

Because I didn't know that day would be the last.

 

My older brother didn't tell me the details either.

I didn't ask any more.

I just quietly gave up.

The first thing I folded was my emotions,

Next was memory.

 

Years passed like that.

Middle school, high school, and now.

To like someone, be disappointed, like them again, and then forget them

Even while such things are repeated

Only one person

It remained quietly somewhere in my heart.

That person was Yeonjun's older brother.

 

 

 

 

 

And today.

"Yeonjun came to Korea."

I didn't say anything.

I smiled as if it was natural,

“Oh, really?” he said and passed it over.

 

And only when night came

I was sitting alone in the room.

I tied my hair up once in front of the mirror, then let it down.

For no reason, I applied lip balm and then wiped it off.

 

I knew it too.

That I still remember that person.

That person probably doesn't remember me.

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