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I know you're in a position I shouldn't even dare to reach for. You're older, my senior—and that fact only drives me crazier. The thought that I might never have you makes me dig my heels in even deeper. I don't just like you. 'Devouring' would be a more accurate word. My entire day is decided by a single expression or a single word from you, and the mere fact that you have a life I know nothing about makes my stomach churn. On days when I see you laughing with someone else, I can't sleep because your face keeps haunting me. Jealousy? I try to hide it. But every time you mention someone else's name in front of me, my heart reacts before I can stop it. “Who is that person to you, Sunbae?” If I don't like the answer, I end up acting even sweeter, wanting to stay even closer. Because I want to make it so you can only see me. I know this is an obsession. But I have no intention of stopping. If you take just one step toward me, I'm ready to throw myself ten steps forward. Your gaze drifting elsewhere is, ...honestly, unbearable. You still smile at me and say playfully, "How are you so gentle... I just want to do everything for you." I look down at the book in my hand, pretending those words don't reach my ears. Then, a sudden chill brushes past my face. Noticing that I no longer feel like smiling, you glance at me tentatively. I slam the book down and look you straight in the eye. A voice, strangely suppressed, leaks through my lips. “What exactly am I to you, Sunbae?"