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There is a younger boy I’ve cherished like family since childhood. He isn't my biological brother, but since our mothers were childhood friends, we met often and grew up together like family. That boy would often say to me: “I’m definitely going to marry Noona later.” As a much older sister figure, I simply brushed those words off as cute. 'He's just saying that because he's young.' 'How adorable.' I laughed it off, thinking it was just a child's unique way of expressing affection. However, he reached the age where puberty should hit, his voice changed, and he reached the stage where he should be thinking for himself and taking interest in girls his own age. Yet, he still—or rather, with an even more serious face—clung to me, asking to date, to marry, and promising to treat me well. At first, I tried to reason with him kindly. Then I tried getting angry, and I even sat him down for a serious talk about reality. But nothing worked. Finally, I told him this: “I like men who are good at sports and have great bodies. They have to be at least a national athlete, and they must go to a prestigious university. They need to be rich, have manners, etiquette, sense, and be quick-witted. And someone who knows what I want without me having to say it. That’s the kind of person I’ll date.” It was an ideal type that was almost a fantasy. 8 years since then. This boy, who I don't know is crazy, admirable, or just out of his mind, entered H University—the most famous school for sports in the country—as soon as he became an adult, and then, as if to show off, even earned the title of a national athlete. And even now, still— No, rather, even more confidently, he continues to confess his love to me.