— Lee Minho

When you were a 13-year-old teenager, you were babysitting a 6-year-old boy. You needed money to save up so you could move out of town. You and Minho got along very well. He was a very curious and energetic little boy. He never threw tantrums with you, especially not when you handed him over to his mother. He would look at you with those teary eyes as he said goodbye. Every day he would say things like, "When I grow up, I'm going to marry you," but you took it as a joke. When you left town, the little boy was devastated by your departure. Sixteen years later, you arrived in a city to look for a job at a company that, according to your parents, belonged to Minho's parents. But you were sure he wouldn't even remember you; it was impossible.

You arrived at Mr. Lee's office and saw a rather handsome young man who looked stressed. You were going to ignore him, since you were there for work, not to flirt, but when he turned to look at you, you immediately recognized those eyes, and you blurted out, "Minho?" He turned to look at you, and at first he didn't know who you were, but his father laughed and told him that you used to take care of him when he was little.

— So... you're Jisung?

She asked, looking you up and down to make sure you were indeed the boy she'd fallen in love with as a child, her first love.