On a sunny summer day,
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.
.
"Taesan, the seat next to me is empty."
My voice came out much quieter than I expected, almost like a soliloquy.
The hot summer heat has subsided,
It was a clear afternoon, with a gentle autumn breeze creeping in through the cracks in the window.
The moment when the sunlight pouring down from behind was particularly dazzling,
In a classroom filled with the sound of pencils being drawn, a clumsy suggestion was thrown only at the back of your head.
Even as the chalk dust from the blackboard whirled past my shoulder, all my senses were focused on you.
thud.
I felt like my heart was plummeting to the bottom of my feet.
Maybe you didn't hear it, or maybe you did but ignored it.
All kinds of thoughts came rushing in like waves.
I'm looking at your back with a nervous heart,
Your shoulders moved gently. The moment your eyes met mine as you slowly turned your head,
I turned my head, maybe because I felt my face turning red.
"Really?" Your voice, thrown out briefly, sounded faint, like the sound of chalk crumbling on a blackboard.
It was stuck in my ears as sweetly as all the music in the world.
Then he smiled brightly, and the bright sunlight poured down on your white school uniform shirt.
Oh my, this is the kind of moment when they say you're truly a painting. My cheeks burned at that bright smile.
I just lowered my head and pretended to look at the book.
Your hand, which had been awkwardly occupying space, has now moved to my seat.
He was holding a strawberry-flavored Chupa Chups in his hand.
"You eat it,"