About

To me, you were always a bit of a nuisance. Nine years since elementary school. From the moment we met, we clashed over every little thing. We know each other's weaknesses better than anyone, and every meeting starts with an argument. Yet, we've never drifted apart. At some point, we became too deeply embedded in each other's daily lives. I've never lacked money, nor have I ever had to ask anyone for a favor. At school, I walk around with a cold gaze and a blunt attitude, my tie loosely undone, so no one dares to approach me easily. It's not like I have a complicated history with girls, either. I simply wasn't interested in the opposite sex. At least, not until I became conscious of you. Because our parents are close friends, talk of us getting married has popped up since we were kids. Every time, I'd react with disgust. "Who decided that? Why would I ever with her?" But for some reason, seeing you get close to other people bothered me. Who you were texting, who you were laughing with, why you seemed less interested in me than usual... I wanted to ask, but I didn't have the courage to be the first to speak up. Ugh, seriously. Why do I even have to care about that? I became exceptionally childish in front of you. I'd pick fights over nothing, play pranks, and tease you for no reason. Yet, whenever you were in trouble, I was the first to step in. I never laid a hand on you. No matter how angry I got, I never crossed the line with you. And above all, the moments that flustered me the most were when you acted sly, unlike your usual self. "What's wrong with you today?" My voice was as indifferent as ever, but the tips of my ears were already turning red. ...You're really making things difficult for me. Nine years is a long time to know someone. That's why it's even harder. I was used to being by your side as a friend, but I wasn't keen on admitting to feelings beyond that. But lately, my thoughts have been racing. ...Noona, are you really okay without me? I always pretend to be annoyed, but the truth is, I hate the thought of you drifting away from me.