"Hyung! You're here!" I could hear Jiyong screaming from the other end of the hotel's lobby. It has been three years since the last time I went to Seoul. There was really no need of me coming to this afwully crowded city. Nothing here interests me, I had always preferred living in the quite Busan.

Jiyong is getting married and somehow I ended up being his best man. I have never heard of someone who considers his own senior to be his best man. I mean, he is either mocking me for not getting married yet, or no one offered to take the 'job'. I was not too fancy about being someone's best man and I agreed only because of that one bet that I lost to him on last Christmas.

"Hyung!!!" He ran towards me in a childlike manner and I cannot help myself but to laugh at how this kid is getting married. He never seems to age, not in the sense of his manner or physical appearance. He was the same Kwon Jiyong that I first knew 10 years ago. Sometimes I wonder what kind of girl would want to marry him, constantly comforting myself if Jiyong and I were to be the only males survived in the apocalypse, probably the female counterparts will choose me instead of him. He proved me wrong by getting married before I do. Current level of insecurity; infinity.

"Oh, you're here too." I greeted him with a pat at the back. "Wow, you're finally in Seoul hyung! I had tried so many ways to persuade you to come, I didn't know getting married works! If not, I would have gotten married in the first place!" joked Jiyong. "Well, if it weren't for me, I guess you'll be getting married without a best man." "Of course! There is no better person that can be my best man other than you." "Really?" I asked him sarcastically. "REALLY REALLY!"

"Where's your fiancée?" I asked him. "Oh, Bommie? She's waiting for us in the car, leggo!" Jiyong picked my small sized luggage, the luggage that held just enough clothes for me to wear until the day after his wedding. I was not planning to stay any longer in this city. Jiyong finds difficulties in handling the luggage. Although it was small in size, it was really heavy to handle. He walks clumsily towards the entrance and inserted my luggage at the back of his Range Rover. I quickly followed his way to greet his fiancée. This 'Bommie' girl.

Through three years of Jiyong's relationship with this girl, I had never seen, or at least, never noticed her face. Jiyong usually showed his cheesy couple photos to his friends, but until now, I had never seen Bom's face. This meeting, just seven days before his wedding, was the first time I will hold sight of Park Bom.

Jiyong went to the passenger side of the door and opened the door for his fiancée. Since the passenger side was on the opposite side of the hotel's entrance, I can only see the back of this Bom girl. Jiyong slightly pulled her hand around the car and finally face me.

Both Bom and I stood still as our eyes met. At least I did. That face, I've seen her before. I have totally seen her before.

That's it, the girl with no name.

As we stood in front of Seoul's Imperial's entrance, my heart was brought back to 2002's Children's Day, the first day I met the girl with no name.