# 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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