My heart stopped for a moment. Barely could breath because it was unbelievable to accept. Getting dark all around. Stepping back as I look forward I see my favorite childhood doll turning into a six-foot-tall man.
𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆- Age gap, forbidden roma...
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Finally, I find myself standing before the edifice of 'Sunlight Event' decoration firm. Contrary to my expectations, the structure reveals its age; its once pristine white hue has assumed a certain yellowish tinge, suggesting a lack of regular maintenance.
Perhaps in its heyday, this company commanded considerable clout, but now it seems to have diminished. Although I arrived in Busan late yesterday afternoon, after spending the night at a hotel, I finally located Sunlight Event, which, fortunately, was not far from my current place, merely a 10-minute walk away.
With a deep sigh and a burning desire, I entered. The amenities were far from advanced; no air conditioning, no lavish interiors, and the surrounding walls adorned with various posters were not well-maintained.
The question now is whom to ask and how to inquire to find out who was the manager of this company back in 2002. I walked forward without much thought, but no one at the counter even attempted to glance in my direction.
Should I ask someone? This question whirled in my mind as I moved forward absentmindedly, and suddenly, I collided with someone, causing the bundle of papers in their hands to fall to the dust-covered, yellowed floor.
"Auhhh!"
"Oh my god, I am sincerely sorry for this as I was moving forward carelessly." I helped the person gather the papers from the floor. I noticed the person's face – the honeyed fair complexion, the perfect features, the plump lips – it was striking.
But wait, I feel like I recognize him, but I can't seem to match his face with my memory. Even after disregarding this, I feel like I have recognized him. With a look of astonishment, I handed him the papers while still gazing at him, but my eyes had not yet left his face.
Although I'm certain he's about 27 years old, the same as me, because there's a long story behind it. He has yet to look at me the way I have been staring at him.
"Thank you, ma'am." He nodded slightly towards me with a faint smile and took his belongings to leave, but finally, overcoming all fear, I called out to him from behind.
"S-seokjin???" I called out hesitantly from behind, pointing at him, and he turned around with a look of surprise.
"How do you know me, ma'am?"
"Are you joking with me? Can't you really recognize me?" I asked with a playful tone, and he shook his head in confusion.
"Is there a mistake on your part?"
"Seokjin, it's me, Younie... Han Younie. Have you forgotten so quickly? We completed primary school together, but after studying up to class eight, you transferred somewhere with your parents, didn't you?" I pointed out excitedly, as finding someone familiar in such an unknown city is indeed a serendipitous affair.
