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The car swayed gently on the road, its tires rustling against the asphalt, while endless forests and rolling hills stretched outside the window, wrapped in the morning mist. Jisung lazily ran his finger across the glass, leaving behind a barely visible line. His thoughts were somewhere far away—between the past and the future, between memories of the noisy city and the uncertainty that lay ahead.
He had always dreamed of change.
But, to be honest, he never thought it would be this drastic.
When his father announced that their family was moving from Seoul to some tiny town—practically a village—where shopping malls were few and far between, Jisung was furious. There were no cozy cafés where he could sit with his notebook, no music stores where he loved browsing through old vinyl records, no bustling streets that, while annoying, made him feel alive.
But on the other hand… This was an opportunity.
A new town—a new Jisung.
He was tired of being who he used to be. The guy who spent most of his time with headphones on, jotting down fragments of song lyrics in his phone but never showing them to anyone. The guy who struggled to connect with others. Not because he was boring or introverted—it was just hard for him to fit in.
But now, things would be different.
Now he looked different. Now he acted different. Now no one would look at him and say, "Oh, it's that weird guy again."
A smirk played on his lips. He wondered—if Seungri saw him now, would he be even a little impressed?
"Well, good luck out there, Casanova," his brother had grinned that morning, slinging a bag over his shoulder. "Hope all that effort pays off."
Jisung had only scoffed, rolling his eyes. He knew perfectly well that Seungri never mocked him seriously—if anything, he was pushing him toward change. But that didn’t make it any less annoying.
Honestly, it was tough being the younger brother of someone everyone saw as perfect.
Seungri was tall, charismatic, popular—always the center of attention. Jisung, on the other hand… was different. More reserved, less confident. And—damn genetics—short.
169 cm. Practically a disgrace for a guy.
But right now, that didn’t matter.
"I’ll get a girlfriend anyway," he thought firmly, staring at the endless greenery outside the window.
And then he drove into the new town and realized just how wildly off-plan his plans could go.