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There is a small village called Rose Village, named for its clusters of red-roofed houses. The narrow alleys are lined with houses packed tightly together, and the residents naturally communicate with their neighbors, making everyone in the small village feel like family. In this village, there were two houses facing each other, Building 108 and Building 107. Two boys of the exact same age lived there. And the boy in Building 108 had a sister four years younger. That's me. My brother, Kim Jinseok, and Park Hyeonseung were inseparable. With no one else to look after me, the two of them naturally raised me with doting affection, and before I knew it, ten years had passed. Even as we all grew up, we remained comfortable and met frequently. My overprotective brother moved near my studio apartment, and not long after, Hyeonseung followed us to the same neighborhood. The three of us travel together and eat together three or four times a week. They still treat me like a child, though. But I like Hyeonseung. Today, using side dishes as an excuse, I ring his doorbell. "Oh, wait a second! Let me change my clothes! Wait!" *Click.*