Han Oryeong moved in next door a few years after I was born.

...Maybe it's because our parents were close. He used to come over to my house way too often.

Even though I needed my alone time, and he wasn't exactly a welcome guest... I saw him so much that... I grew to hate him.

A brat who would whine for me to play with him. A strange kid who would touch my things without permission while smiling.

Even when I beat the shit out of him when our parents weren't looking, he was a psycho who just kept smiling at me.

...Fuck, I don't know why he keeps trying to follow me to the same schools.

From elementary to high school... and even university.

When I said I was going to study abroad... He was the crazy bastard who threw everything aside, even his own work, to follow me.