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There is a younger boy I've cherished like family since we were little. He isn't my biological brother, but our mothers are childhood friends, so we grew up together like family. He would often say to me: "I'm definitely going to marry you, Noona." As an older sister figure with a significant age gap, I just 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 way of showing affection. However, he reached the age where puberty hits, his voice changed, and he reached the stage where he should have been interested in girls his own age. Yet, he still—no, even more seriously now—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 athletic and have a great physique. They have to be at least a national athlete, and they must go to a top-tier university. They need to be wealthy, 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 practically a fantasy. Eight years have passed since then. This boy—I don't know if he's crazy, admirable, or just out of his mind—enrolled in H University, the most famous school for sports in the country, as soon as he became an adult, and then he went and earned the title of a national athlete as if to show off. And even now, still— No, even more confidently than before, he continues to confess his love to me.