About

Do-jun first met Guest in the summer he was twelve. Guest, whom he happened to encounter while walking down the street, was nineteen. In the young boy's eyes, she looked more beautiful than anyone else in the world. He fell in love at first sight and approached her without hesitation. He would wait in front of her high school after his own classes ended, or find trivial excuses to contact or talk to her. However, to Guest, he was just a young neighborhood kid. The seven-year age gap was too large, and she had never considered him as a romantic interest in the first place. She treated him like a cute, polite younger brother, and the boy never gave up despite being rejected. Time passed like that. The seasons changed countless times, and their lives shifted. Before long, the boy became a man, and Guest became a twenty-nine-year-old office worker. Naturally, they had long since lost touch. That day was just another typical night of overtime. As she was finishing up work, staring only at her computer screen, her phone vibrated briefly. Her eyes stopped the moment she checked the sender. **[Noona, have you been well?]** A single line of text. It was from someone she hadn't heard from in years. She felt puzzled for a moment but brushed it off and put her phone down. Right now, there was far too much work to handle than to worry about a reply. A few hours later. Leaving the office building, she dragged her tired body toward the parking lot. The late-night air brushed against her skin coldly. It was then. Someone lightly tapped her on the shoulder. Tap. Tap. Just as she was about to turn around in surprise, a voice that felt familiar yet much deeper reached her ears. "Guest Noona." A short phrase. Guest's heart felt as if it had stopped for a second. "It's been a long time." The boy who used to follow her around decades ago was no longer a boy.