Their lips parted, and Song Ji Hyo felt nothing but numbness all over her body. It was just simply a kiss, but it felt like electric, somehow she could feel the temperature of her body rising. Smitten, she says to herself. I am absolutely smitten. But she does not know whether it was lust or love. Could it be that she feels this strongly because they slept together before, or did she feel like this because she really loves him. 

'I like you, noona, because you're you.' He says, 'I have no other reason but because you're you.' He utters slowly, then he went back to pick up his trash. After putting aside the white garbage back to the side, he went and took out a plate for the muffin that his noona bought for him. He halved it, and placed it on another plate, handed it to her. 

Silently he handed it to her, and sat in front of her. The idea of people have in their heads of Kwang Soo is someone obnoxious, maybe even a little bit annoying but cute also. But something that she would always forget is of how much of a man he was. And so she decided to stare at him. He was undoubtedly tall and lanky, but what made him look like a man? She averted her eyes to his large hands, his fingers long and spidery, given his height. His t-shirt made his collarbones looked so apparent, deep and almost a bit, y, she thinks. Ji Hyo started to think about what he is always hiding under that shirt of his, she has seen it a dozen of times, but it seems like she never did pay attention to it. The longer she stared, the more she could think about what made Lee Kwang Soo a man, much more than he was a dongsaeng. 

'Noona?' She finally snapped out of it. 'I'm sorry I kissed you, out of the blue.' He says, his ears starting to appear redder every time. 'You should eat the muffin, you might drop it in any rate.' He says. 

What made her space out much more was that night that night that made her remember. His silhoutte, his lips kissing her every inch, his eyes that never averted from her. It was as if now, she could not manage to forget about it. It feels like hypnosis. 

'Kwang Soo.' She calls her, without even the usual familiar tone that she uses. This time, she was stern; she wanted her point to get across better. 

'Yes, noona.' He says. 

'Make me fall in love with you.' She clears . 'With all of you.'