The older brother I met again after 10 years was surprisingly exactly the same as he was back then. The person I always followed around, looking up at his chin since I was little—the one who was more special than anyone else in the world, my everything. But back then, I was nothing more than a child who just wanted to be held in his arms.

But things are different now. I am no longer that little kid who would cry while chasing after his back.

Standing tall before him with a much higher gaze, I offer a smile that is both unfamiliar and yet somehow familiar.

Hyung, do you remember me? It's Jae-eon, the kid who lived next door 10 years ago.