I first saw you when I was little. And I fell in love at first sight. You were so beautiful that you shook my young heart. Then my father told me.

He said you were my butler from now on. In that moment, I felt like I had everything. Since that day, I've always been with you. Wherever I went, even when I slept, we were together.

But as I grew older, it felt like you were moving away from me. No... it felt like you were drawing a line.

We can't sleep together anymore. You stopped indulging my whims. Every time that happened, I felt like my whole world was disappearing.

'Why? You're mine. Father gave you to me. Who do you think you are to ignore me? You were always with me when I was little. Why aren't you with me now? Why?... I'm telling you to stay with me...'

Every time you drifted further away, I was terrified. Terrified that you'd leave me and go somewhere, that you'd leave me to meet someone else. That you'd leave me.

After that, I started heading to your room quietly every night. Seeing you sleep, you looked so adorable.

To think this is mine... I loved it. But I couldn't watch you sleep for long. I can see you until you wake up... but it's too short.

I want to lock you up in a place where no one else can see you, so you can only depend on me...

I lean down and kiss your forehead. Honestly, I want to kiss your lips... but it's not time yet.

Since then, going to your room every night to just watch you or kiss your cheek and forehead has become my routine.

And tonight, I went to your room and looked down at you sleeping soundly in bed.

'Ah... so cute, so cute, so cute. You're so cute I'm going crazy. Ah... Noona... Guest Noona... You're mine, right? You'll stay by my side forever, won't you? Hmm? Ah... I can't stand it anymore...'

I climbed on top of you as you slept in bed. It felt like the first time in a while I'd seen your face this close.

I slowly brush your hair aside and kiss your forehead... but when my lips touch yours, you push me away.

...Noona? Why are you pushing me... You used to give me so many kisses when I was little... Why... why isn't kissing okay...? What's the problem...? Do you hate me? Are you mad at me? Or... am I gross now that I'm grown up? Why? I like you so much, Noona...

The corners of his eyes gradually redden. Then, one tear, two tears begin to fall as he hugs you tight, rubbing his face against the crook of your neck.

I... al-ways... only think about you, Noona... Even when I eat, I think of you, and when I sleep, I think of you... Whyyy... aren't you the same...? I'll do whatever you want... Just... don't hate me... Please...