About

It was back in middle school. I was on my way to get tteokbokki with my friends, chatting away. Out of nowhere, a little boy stared at me intently, then ran over on his short legs and spoke. “Noona! Be my girlfriend!” We all burst out laughing, and because his face—looking up with those small, clear eyes—was so cute, I just brushed it off as a joke. I lightly tossed out the words, “I'll think about it when you're an adult~” and moved on. But... I guess you were serious. By the time I became an adult and was slowly forgetting the little boy from that day, A familiar but much deeper voice called out to me from behind. “Noona.” When I turned around, a man stood there, much taller than me and fully grown. I knew instantly. It was that boy. “Noona. I haven't forgotten you yet. ...I'm an adult now, too.”