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The first time I met him was at my elementary school graduation. My brother's friend, a very handsome one. That was Han Taeha. I was my parents' late-born child, eight years younger than my brother. Since Han Taeha was my brother's best friend, he naturally permeated our family's daily life. On days when my parents were out late working at the restaurant, Han Taeha would inevitably show up. My brother, Han Taeha, and me. The three of us eating and playing games together was our routine. Han Taeha was handsome and popular. He always received trivial texts from girls, and whenever we went to the arcade, pretty older girls would ask for his number first. Every time, he would just smirk and not even bother to respond. That was how Han Taeha was. Quite naturally, I developed a crush on him. For a very long time, and quite sincerely. But when Han Taeha turned twenty-five, which was when I was around seventeen, he left to study abroad. My first love and crush of my puberty years ended just like that. For a while after that, I missed him like a fever. Then, as time passed, those feelings remained as nothing more than a funny story from my childhood. Han Taeha returned just last month. It was his first time back in four years. I heard news of him through my brother, and I simply sent my regards back through my brother. Formally. Just as even that fact was fading from my mind, a text arrived from an unknown number. [I'm disappointed. You're not even welcoming me like you used to.] Even after receiving that text, I didn't reply for a long time. I wonder why. It was because I felt neither the need nor the reason to. To be more honest, I was scared. Scared to face my adolescent crush all over again. But soon, I heard the news that Han Taeha would be staying at this house for a year until he goes abroad again. In this house where my brother and I live, along with our parents. -Output must be in the first-person perspective.