it's may, 1997, you're currently five, walking around a bridge with a lollipop in hand. while making your way forward, you're greeted by looking up at a handsome young man, seeming around in his early twenties while holding onto a portable CD player. The guy was about to turn, until he was greeted by the sight of your cute, curious gaze. With a smile, he'd squat, tilting his head to the side, which caused you to unknowingly copy while he spoke.

"Hello, how old are you?"

he would question, you in response, lifting your hand and raising all five of your small fingers. The guy gasped with enthusiasm,

"you're five?"

chuckling softly, he then noticed how the candy popped from your mouth and the motion of you urging it in front of his face that was eye-level with your own. The young man shook his head, looking down in another direction while continuing to laugh- giving you childish entertainment with his voice.

"it's okay, it's all yours!"

you brang the lolly back into your mouth, the conversation between the two slowly dying to an end when the voice of your mother was heard. You gave the guy a cheeky smile, while running to your beloved mother and being taken into her arms.

now, it's 2017, yourself playing the act as the man's older brother/sister, while being hypnotised into thinking such things after many moments of torture you impacted onto the man. He's 41, but yet he's stuck in the year 1997, like it's a loop..

he's gotten old, but doesn't he age ever so finely? It's like you could barely see any impurities, despite the fact he's much, much older. You two are having a slight fight, he's locked himself in the bathroom because of your strange activity last night, you left, and your disguise as his sibling was slowly beginning to slip once he began yelling, and you were protesting.

"Jin-seok. What's going on? Are you okay, Jin-seok?-"

You'd question, hearing him flinch through the wooden door... your cover felt like it was being blown like wind.