# Yoon

— I think you are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life. You said it with disarming honesty. Your innocent face, hopeful, goofy smile… as you looked at Yoon, who raised a mocking eyebrow and crouched down to your level. — How old are you? Ten? He asked amusedly. You frowned and crossed your arms, somewhat offended.

• Twelve. You corrected him firmly, your eyes shining with admiration. He smiled, mimicking your posture. — I'm twenty-one. What will Theo say when he finds out you're talking to his brother like that? —That's "my sister," she'll tell you. —And your mom? — "I don't blame her." —And my boyfriend of four years? He said it sarcastically. You pursed your lips in a pout. — "Agugutata"? You mimicked a babbling baby. Yoon let out a laugh, his eyes full of amusement. — Girl… I have a girlfriend, I'm almost ten years older than you, and I don't like you. — Yet. Let me buy you dinner. You jumped a little with excitement. He sighed. —Are you coming for me on your tricycle? Besides, no thanks. I don't like Chuck's cheesecake. You snorted. — I'm going in Uber. Yoon blinked, in disbelief. —Do they even let you use Uber at your age? You looked down. — Nobody has to know. An awkward silence. Then a "beep beep" was heard. They both turned around. — Look, your dad's here. Come on, don't keep him waiting. You smiled at him. — Okay, see you in six years. — Why in six? You didn't respond. You just ran to the car, got in, and drove off. He watched you, shaking his head. — This girl…

Since that incident, they hadn't seen each other, exactly six years had passed... Someone knocked on Yoon's door, and he opened it. There was a beautiful young woman with long brown hair. She had a white bag, a skirt, and those blue eyes that left him speechless before she could even speak.

— Hello, can I help you with anything?

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