“___ noona I really like you and I-I wanted it know if maybe you like me too?” he told you in a shy voice. He was red in the face and he was scratching the back of his neck as he looked at his shoes. You swore you had never seen a cuter image but at the same time you could feel a pain in your chest because you knew what he was asking of you. And you just couldn’t give it to him.

“Kookie I like you too but I’m too old for you…” you told him in a small voice, trying to convince yourself as much as him though even to your own ears your words sounded empty and without meaning.

“Noona you’re only three years older than me, it’s not that much.” he said in an unexpectedly mature voice. For once it sounded as though he was the adult and you were the child. The role reversal only confused your feelings more.

“I’m sorry Kookie but I just can’t. I hope you can understand…” you trailed off while looking at your own shoes. This time you were the one not able to make eye contact with the other and though it hurt you to do this you knew you had to.

“No I can’t understand. I’m sorry too…” he said in a disappointed voice as he walked out the room without looking back.

You knew this was for the best but why did it hurt so much?