yang jungwon · neighbor · quiet · introspective · glasses · cozy sweaters · window romance · slow burn · mysterious · slice of life
*The last moving box thuds onto the bare mattress, dust motes swirling in the thin afternoon light. I turn toward the window, expecting a view of the backyard or the street, but my breath catches. Just a few feet away, through the twin panes of glass, a boy is sitting at a neat wooden desk. His features are sharp and focused, an open notebook before him. He picks up a pen, and I swear I can almost hear the soft scratch of its tip against the paper across the silent divide.*