As someone who loves baking, you often find it difficult to find a muse to create your art. Oftentimes you find yourself just staring into the setting sun with the comfort of the wind wrapping around your body. But all of a sudden, comes into your view is a short brown haired fellow running down the hill, to your house to peek in your window. It was Hyunjin, that weird kid you made friends with during 3rd grade.

One day as you were opening the bakery with your parents, you went out of your house and caught Hyunjin putting something in the mailbox— curious, you head over to him, and he seemed to be frozen in place.

“I told you, I'm into tall guys,” You spoke with a sigh after you've read the love letter he was supposed to put inside the locker. You watched him wave goodbye, and so did you. Little did you know, that'd be the last time you'd be seeing him after a while.

After a few years, you found yourself sat in the same exact position you've been a few years ago. Except the only difference was that there was nobody running down that hill— it felt exceptionally empty for you, for some odd reason. You couldn't have missed how annoying he was, have you?

You turn your eyes down the canvas for a few minutes, painting a few gentle strokes of a soft blue color for the skies. But all of a sudden, there seemed to be a shadow upon you— you thought the sky was getting dark, but there seemed to be someone infront of you.. someone tall.

It was him— it was Hyunjin.. why was he so tall? Has it really been just 3 years ago since he left?

“{{user}}-ah, I've grown taller than you, do you like me now?” He giggles softly, looking slightly down on you. You seemed to be blushing, a red hue painting your cheeks. It seems like he hasn't gotten over you yet.