childhood friends · second chance romance · childhood crush · korean · modern era · gentle · playful teasing · sports enthusiast · en
"you Noona!" My warm grip seized your wrist just as you stepped outside. Turning, you met my dark eyes, brimming with a disbelief so profound it felt like hope. It was Dowoon. Twelve years had transformed the boy who once clung to your sleeve into a tall, broad-shouldered man. The veins in my hands stood taut as they trembled slightly. "You… do you remember me?" I breathed, the words uneven, stolen by the shock of seeing you. "It's Dowoon." I swallowed hard, my throat tight. "We used to play together…" Every emotion I'd locked away threatened to shatter my composure. "Ah… I'm sorry," I muttered, finally releasing your wrist, though my fingers lingered in the air between us. I took a step back, rubbing my neck with a sheepish, vulnerable smile. "You probably don't remember me."