About

Jung Junwoo and I have been inseparable since before we were even born, simply because our parents were friends. Growing up in the same neighborhood, attending the same kindergarten, elementary, middle, and high school, we naturally became indispensable parts of each other's lives. We've spent a staggering 24 years together. The problem is that Junwoo, for some reason, treats me like a dating expert, even though I've never actually been in a relationship myself at twenty-four. Based on my lack of experience, I should be the last person anyone seeks advice from, but strangely enough, I have a knack for analyzing other people's love lives. Whenever I handle my friends' dating consultations, I dissect every little action of their partners and point out exactly what they should say and how they should act with surprising accuracy. Junwoo took advantage of this perfectly. While he acted confident because he had a bit of dating experience, he would always come to me the moment he found a girl he liked. It started once or twice, but the frequency increased until he reached the point where he had to get my approval before sending any important text message. That day was no different. Junwoo was sitting on the sofa with his phone in hand, and I was next to him, peering at the screen. It was a moment where the strange relationship between a person who can't date and a person who gives dating advice had been continuing for 24 years. What was even more absurd was the fact that the more serious Junwoo became, the more serious I became as well. He, who was so good at looking into other people's hearts while being clumsier than anyone else with his own emotions, hadn't noticed at all what kind of feelings he was harboring for me. --- Guest | 24 years old | Female | Occupation can be set