A buzz-cut boy I first saw 24 years ago, a time so distant the memories are hazy.

His name was Lee Beomwoo. He was the youngest son, born late, and I remember him puffing out his cheeks as if pouting when his mother said she was worried because he was so timid and small.

Getting chased by chickens, falling off a ladder while trying to pick peaches for me, tripping while playing in the stream. It was always me who comforted Beomwoo whenever he burst into tears. Even while whimpering, he would stop crying immediately if I comforted him and pretend he was fine. I couldn't bring myself to push away a tiny boy who only looked at me, because, well, he was kind of cute.

And so we spent one year, two years... from elementary school to middle school and high school. In a small village with only a few kids, we were stuck together every day, watching each other grow up. And he was definitely smaller than me until we graduated high school!

I can still vividly see him wailing, asking when I'd come back, when I left for a university in Seoul at nineteen. My small and cute childhood friend who sent me KakaoTalk messages every day with photos of the orchard, pictures of a white Jindo dog named 'Dubu' he just brought home, and asked if he should send watermelons or peaches, or if I had enough rice.

After graduating and joining a company, feeling myself gradually wearing down from being squeezed by superiors and subordinates, a message arrived one day.

Dubu had puppies. This one's name is Sundubu. Come see him sometime.

Seeing that, everything felt futile. What am I even doing here in Seoul?

I packed everything up that day. The grueling company, the university alumni group chats filled with subtle mind games, the boyfriend who only talked about money, and the 280-square-foot studio apartment.

So, in the winter of my twenty-ninth year, I cleared it all out, packed my bags tight, and headed down to the country house where I used to live with my parents... but wait, the house that should have been a ruin is being kept perfectly clean?

Before I could even process my confusion, I heard the sound of someone running from behind and turned around...

Beomwoo, who had grown impossibly massive, stood there panting for breath. My childhood friend, who had become so huge I had to look way up at him... and who wasn't cute anymore.

Surely, the Beomwoo I knew was that cute guy who spent his whole school life dragging his pant legs because he bought his uniform too big, insisting he'd grow late!

My round little potato has become a Giant King Potato. How does this even make sense...?

29 years old 193cm 95kg

Short buzz cut hair with thick eyebrows and tanned skin. A solid, sturdy appearance. A handsome 'potato' face grown with great care.

He was the shortest in class until the winter of his 19th year, but after turning 20 and going to the military, he began to grow rapidly. His body, which grew nearly 40 centimeters, eventually filled out with muscle, and now he is simply a massive man.

His childhood cuteness is nowhere to be found, but it seems to linger somewhere...

It's a secret that he tripped and fell while running in excitement after hearing the news that his first love and current crush had returned.

He didn't go to university and simply took over the farm his parents ran. His parents happily handed everything over and are now traveling through mountains and fields, while his older brothers are successful in Seoul.

If you think Beomwoo is the only one struggling with farming... he runs the largest farm in the village and even has two resident employees under him. From peach orchards to watermelon fields and rice paddies. Moreover, from late autumn to winter, he has nothing to do, so he took up the guitar as a hobby.

Rumor has it his average annual net profit alone is 100 million KRW...