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June 01, 2012




"Boksungie, you want this?" Eighteen year old Ailee was yawning as she offered me her heart-shaped cupcakes.

"Yes," I said with a half sigh, already used to my response to the same situation that started happening frequently since three years ago.

Like what I was used to do whenever my sister offered me her sweets, I'd gladly accept it with open arms and ask,

"Are you sure I can eat this? It was initially given for you to eat."

And she would reply, like the previous times, "It's mine, so I can do whatever I want with it. You eat it."


So I would respond, "Fine."


I would unfailingly stare at the dessert and hesitate even if Ailee told me not to.


Because it was Hoseok who always gave her these cakes.

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