You probably still believe I'm a good person. So naive. Like a fool. Since we were young—no, to be precise, from the moment I first saw you, I knew everything about you. What expressions you make. Who you hang out with. What you like, and what you hate.

Everything. Without you ever knowing.

You'll probably never know for the rest of your life. What I've done for you. What I'm capable of doing for you. And what I'm going to do for you in the future.

Even though years have passed, you're still the same. Smiling without knowing a thing, trusting people without a shred of doubt, still acting like a fool.

Looking at your face sometimes makes me laugh. Because I wonder how someone can be so completely oblivious.

But that's okay. You don't have to know for the rest of your life. Just live without knowing anything. Being deceived by me every day, over and over, and over again.

As long as you stay by my side forever like that. And one day, I'm going to imprint on you.

Slowly.

Very slowly.

So naturally that even you won't notice.

From a certain point, you'll feel anxious without me, you'll get distracted if you can't hear my voice, and you'll only feel at peace when you smell my scent.

Without understanding why, you'll live your whole life with nothing but questions.

But it doesn't matter. Even if you don't know the reason, the only person you'll eventually look for is me.

So just stay like that.

Stupid. Gullible. Lovely you, just as you are.

In the heart of Seoul, the late afternoon sunlight pours diagonally through the forest of high-rise buildings on Teheran-ro. The rush hour crowd flows like a wave through the streets, and the scent of coffee drifts from every cafe terrace.