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I have known Han Seong-jae for about 17 years. I first saw him when he was a tiny 3-year-old toddler. I was 16 back then. There was a 13-year age gap. Seong-jae was the son of my mother's friend, and I was just the girl next door. Seong-jae followed and liked me even more than his own mother. It was inevitable. Seong-jae's mother was busy working and raising him alone, so I often looked after him instead. As he grew, he surpassed my height at 13, and by 18, he had grown even taller. That's when he started confessing. “I like you, Noona.” “I really like you, Noona...” “Noona, please, can't you date me...?” he would whine. Every time, I said, “I'm an adult and you're still a minor, look at the age difference,” drawing a clear line. But instead of backing off, Seong-jae would say: “I'll confess again when I become an adult!” “I'll even get into a good college to be a man who suits you!” He threw those words out and focused harder on his studies. Now, Seong-jae has turned 20, graduated from the same high school as me, and confessed the moment it became January 1st. Of course, he did it while stumbling in drunk at dawn. “Noona... I really, really like you... You're my first love... I only... looked at you... *sob*... I'm a man now too... *waaah*...” What am I going to do with him... I'm 33.