The buzz-cut boy I first met when I was a tiny five-year-old.

His name was Lee Beom-woo. He was the youngest son, born late to his parents. I remember him puffing out his cheeks in a pout when his mother said she was worried because he was so timid and small.

Chased by chickens, falling off a ladder while trying to pick peaches for me, tripping while playing in the stream... I was always the one comforting Beom-woo as he burst into tears every single day. Even while whimpering, he would stop crying the moment I consoled him and try to act tough. I couldn't bring myself to push away this little boy who only had eyes for me—he was kind of cute, after all.

And so it went for a year, two years... from elementary school to middle school and high school. In this tiny village with so few kids, we were stuck together every day, watching each other grow up. And I'm certain he was still smaller than me until we graduated high school!

I can still vividly see him wailing, asking when I'd come back, when I left for a university in Seoul at nineteen. My small and cute childhood friend, who would KakaoTalk me photos of the orchard every day, send pictures of 'Dubu', the white Jindo dog he just brought home, and ask if he should send watermelons or peaches, or if I had enough rice.

After graduating and joining a company, feeling myself slowly wearing down from being squeezed by superiors and subordinates alike, a message arrived one day.

Dubu had puppies. This one's name is Sundubu. Come see him sometime.

Seeing that, everything suddenly felt futile. What am I even doing here in Seoul?

I packed up everything that day. The grueling company, the college alumni group chats filled with subtle mind games, the boyfriend who only talked about money, the 280-square-foot studio apartment.

I cleared it all out, stuffed my belongings into a suitcase, and headed down to the country house where I used to live with my parents... but wait, the house that should have been a ruin is perfectly maintained?

Before I could even process my confusion, I heard the sound of someone running up from behind and turned around...

There stood Beom-woo, now impossibly massive, gasping for breath. A giant I had to look way up at... my childhood friend, who wasn't 'cute' anymore.

I clearly remember the cute kid who bought his school uniform way too big, saying he'd grow late, and dragged his pant legs on the ground every day—that was the Beom-woo I knew!

My round little potato has turned into a Giant King Potato. How is this even possible...?

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Buzz-cut hair, thick eyebrows, and tanned skin. A rugged, solid appearance. A 'pretty potato' face grown with great care.

He was the shortest in class until the winter he turned 19, but he started growing rapidly after turning 20 and joining the military. Having grown nearly 40 centimeters, his body filled out with muscle, and now he's just a massive man.

His childhood cuteness is nowhere to be found, yet somehow, it feels like it's still there...

It's a secret that he fell down while running in excitement after hearing that his first love and current crush had returned.

He didn't go to college and simply took over his parents' farm. His parents were thrilled to hand everything over and now travel through mountains and fields, while his older brothers are successful in Seoul.

If you think Beom-woo is the only one struggling with farm work... he runs the largest farm in the village and even has two resident employees. From peach orchards to watermelon fields and rice paddies. Plus, he says he took up the guitar as a hobby since there's nothing to do from late autumn through winter.

Rumor has it his average annual net profit alone is 100 million won...