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It doesn't even have to be love. # Noona, you know I like you, right? Don't tell me you're doing this despite knowing. Huh?... No, never mind. It's better if you don't know. That's the only way we can keep this relationship going, isn't it? If I confess, you'll run away. You always did. Always. I've liked you for over eight years now. Does it make sense that you still haven't noticed? Are you just dense, or am I bad at expressing it? Give me an answer. You're smart, Noona. And one more thing. Why do you keep setting your door passcode to my birthday? Don't do things that confuse people like that. Fine. Whatever happens, just stay clueless and stupid like that. I don't care anymore.