It's either, ''he's so cute that I could die from his cuteness!''

Or, ''too cute, I think I can die for him''

Or just simply ''cute!!'' or maybe with ''cute oh my goodness!''

Yeap, that's what I heard from my surrounding about him. His name is Ilhoon. Yes, I know. He's such a cute guy when I first saw him. Cute that I can die for, yes that's what I said 8 years ago when I first saw him. He's my father's friend's son, live in US, but transfered here to study.

We were both at the same age, but I really couldn't stand with his cuteness, that I never thought of him as a same-aged friend, he's always a cute younger brother to me. Yeah not until I met him again after 8 years later, not cute at all. He's a bad guy. If there's any women out there trying to hook with him, I told you, no you cannot. He's a bad guy. Don't let that cute face override your sanity.

*****

I smiled as I remembered on what happened 8 years ago, a little boy came into our home, live with us to study here with me. I kept him as my little brother ever since he came. He's cute. We're at the same age, but he's really cute, that I let him to call me his big sister, 'noona'. It makes me chuckle as I rewind back the memories. How could I be so bad girl back then, forcing a same-aged friend to call me 'noona'. Hmm, that Ilhoon, what is he doing right now?

Is he grown up? Is he still maintain his cuteness? What will he look like if he grown up? Still like a cute boy? If he still a cutie, I'll keep him forever as my brother. So I can show off my friends that I got a cute guy on my hand. They must be all crazy. Or am I the one that is crazy?

Dingdingding.

Our bell rang.

Dingdingdingding.

Dingdingdingdingdingding.

''WAITTTTT!!!!!'' I was upstair, how could that person expect me to run in 1 second to reach the front door. I went downstair and approach the crazy ringing bell, and the person that rang our bell crazily. ''Yes~?'' I know it's the common salesman.

My eyes firstly spot luggages on the floor, rather than the owner. ''Sorry, we don't have any room'', I thought someone will ask us to live a night in our house. Then my eyes spot a tall guy in front of me. My eyes went up approaching his face. It's a man!

A cute and handsome man. But, ''can I help you?'' I asked. Why a cute and handsome man is standing infront of my house.

''Pick up my things inside''

****

What?? What did he just said? It's our house, I am the daughter of this house, and this stranger asked me to take his things inside our house, OUR house?? ''Excuse me?'' Are you crazy?

His eyes met my eyes. He's like... someone familiar. Who is he? ''My things, get it inside'', he repeated, in other arrangement of words, sarcastically pfffttt. Sorry young and self-centered man, we don't keep people like you in this house. ''Yah, who are you to tell me like that?'' my rage pressured up, i drop the formality.

''Aren't you the maid?'' he asked.

Whut? Whut? Maid? Me? Maid is me? Me is maid? Sorry? We don't hired maid for the rest of our life.

''I thought Lee would never hire maid'', he continued. Okay. I'm almost burst here, inside. My feet almost loose to kick him out of my house. My rage is really bad. Please don't mess with me.

''Yah, you...-'' I wanted to swear.

''Oh Ilhoon-ie? You've come?'' my mother, from behind of me, called an unexpected name, an unexpected name. I turned back to the person in front of me, Ilhoon? No, that's not possible. He's cute! But this person is... No way.

He smirked on me, and straight away pushed me aside so that he can step into my house and approaching my mother. He hugged my mother and greet her, ''omonim, how are you? It's been awhile~'' with a smile on his handsome face. My mother nodded and take a look on him up down and back up,

''You've change, Ilhoon, you look handsome'', my mother praised. I dropped my jaw open. Ilhoon? And him? Ilhoon? My cute little brother = him??

I am so shock that I froze myself on the front door. My mother realised me. ''why are you still standing there? Come on, greet our Ilhoon-ie'', said my mother. Whut? You're expecting me to greet this stranger? He's not my cute little brother Ilhoon, he's not. I approached both of them, but my eyes still stick closely to the guy. You are not my Ilhoon.

''Oh Ilhoon? Sorry, I thought you're someone... yeah, someone I never know'', hey hey hey tongue, you're panicking myself. Why are you stuttering. I could see this Ilhoon-guy chuckled, and at the same time smirking. ''You guys are so close when you were kids'', said my mother, with this happy tone on her voice. I nodded, but I couldn't believe this Ilhoon.

''Arasso, I'm going up'', I cut them, and straight away went upstairs. But, ''omonim, I want to stay in noona's room'', said Ilhoon.

''Huh?''

I could feel my mother's thought, she's considering Ilhoon's idea. Wait, mother, you don't say... ''yah dear, let him stay in your room'', and finally she agreed. I sighed, ''no way, it's my room!'' it's not like I don't agree Ilhoon's staying in my room, but it's my room! I'm a 19-years old 1st year college woman, and she's expecting me to give my lady's room to a stranger that called himself Ilhoon??

''Dear~''

Okay mommy! Aish mother's beg is very powerful. I sighed again. ''You don't touch anything in my room, get it!'' I warned him. He chuckled. Urgh I hate innocent man!

*****

I have no choice, I have to sleep in my brother's, Junhyung's room. Junhyung is currently overseas for study, so for the time being, I used his room until the Ilhoon guy picked up his from my room. Ish, he should stay in Junhyung's room, brother is a guy, he's a guy, why insist to stay in my room.

I lead Ilhoon to my room's door, ''don't touch anything, get it?'' I warned him again. He chuckled.

''Yah, why? You don't believe I am Ilhoon right?'' he said. You look fake. Ilhoon is a cute guy, he didn't smirk like you did, he smile like a kid, not like you. I went closer, like someone to start a fist fight, eye for an eye. I shook my head, ''you think that easy?''

He smiled.

My heart skip a beat. That's Ilhoon's smile. An innocent and genuine Ilhoon's smile. For a second, I am thinking of defeat. ''Don't you think Ilhoon smile like this?'' he asked. I blinked to reality, and rolled my eyes to him, ''I don't think so'', I said, and went to brother's room straight away which is only across of my room.

*****

I lie my body to the comfy bed owned by Junhyung. My brother is a smart guy, he has a girlfriend, but I never like his girlfriend. Only if Junhyung has a wise mind, he knows how to choose a girl. Sigh.

Back to old days, when I first saw Ilhoon, he's such a cutie. He didn't talk when I saw him, he didn't even talk to Junhyung. But when I talked to him, he smiled gratefully. He started talking and talking to me since then. He cried when he fall to the ground, he smiled when he's happy, and he laughed when something's funny comes out. Such an inncocent boy.

''You should call me noona, Ilhoon'', I told him. Ilhoon lifted up his head, he smiled with his eyes almost closed, ''arasso noona''.

What a great friend I have back then. My Ilhoon. Then I remembered about the guy living in my room. What is he doing in my room, I wonder. There's a lot of precious things in my room, especially the presents that I intended to give Ilhoon every year for his birthday, but too bad, I've never seen him after he left here and back to United States to stay with his father after living here for 4 months. After he left, I keep on making something for him as a present for his birthday. There should be about 7 presents now. The eighth present is not yet done, it is something that I knit, and Ilhoon's birthday is closer.

The guys across me will never know what I did for Ilhoon. He's not Ilhoon that I know.

*****

Tok! Tok!

Urrrrrhhhh what time is it? Who dare to knock the door while I'm sleeping? I glanced to the clock hanging on the wall. It's 1 in the morning. Crazy, I just slept for an hour after doing my assignment. Who dare to knock my door!

While scrathing my eyes harshly, I opened the door. I saw Ilhoon, standing in front of me, cape on his head. ''What?''

''Let's go out'', he said.

''HEHHH??'' surprised. Of course, whattt are you thinking of going out this time? I am super tired now!! ''Crazy, I am tired, I want to sleep'', and close the door immediately.

But Ilhoon got enough time to push back the door open. ''Yah Ilhoon-yah, you should be sleeping, not wandering around like this'', I am still sleepy, and my tone is really deep. Ilhoon chuckled.

''Why?'' I asked him.

''You don't change, noona''

*****

My heart flutters a second. Did he just call me noona? Did he just call me something that Ilhoon called me? It completely wakes me up as I heard him calling me as such. I kept silent.

''No matter how much I did wrong, noona didn't even raise your voice to me, you keep on using soft voice to me'', he said.

I just realised that I didn't yell at him before when he said to go out at this time. Yes, why am I like this? I stared on him. He smiled. Again, that smile! Ilhoon's smile!

''Let's go out'', he said again.

I sighed, ''where do you want to go?'' and finally giving in.

*****

After telling my mother about going out with Ilhoon, I wore my sweater and scarf on my head, with sneakers on my feet. ''Ka-ja'', he said as I finished up.

We went down the path to the recreational park. I kept being silent, because of my sleepy habit, and at the same time, don't want to talk with Ilhoon. He get me confused as he keep showing that he's my Ilhoon.

''Noona-''

He called me. I turned to him.

He chuckled then, ''why do I still call you noona?''

I sighed. I am not angry, but I regret that I made Ilhoon called me like that, because he's at the same age as me, it's wrong to call me like that. ''I am still not verifying you as Ilhoon that I know'', I said.

He looked at me. He smiled. ''I know''.

What? Wait. He knows that I don't believe him. I stared on him longer. ''It's been awhile I didn't see you, noona, you've become sentisitive towards this thing''.

It's not that I am being sensitive. Ilhoon, he's a person that I've waited for this long. He's someone that I trusted ever since I was a child. He's my friend. But when this guys came, saying he's Ilhoon, I couldn't help myself but being suspicious towards him, because this Ilhoon is not Ilhoon that I ever know.

But... This Ilhoon slowly showing that he's my Ilhoon. With one word, to one action, he keeps on telling me that he's Ilhoon.

''Back to 8 years ago, when I went back to States, my father send me to the city to study alone, the lifestyle itself, that changed me into this'', he explained. That's possible though. He's cute back then, but now he's all grown up to a handsome man. He turned to me and our eyes met, ''can you trust me as Ilhoon?''

My heart went duungdungdungdungding. It's getting up and up and up. Why is he saying like that?? That's so innocent! I sighed and looked away. He continued, ''I can prove it to you that I am Ilhoon that you want to see''.

It makes me shocked. It's shocking, at the same time, it's sweet. I'm in dilemma, why are you like this, Ilhoon?

*****

He attended the same college as me. I see him everyday. Not just at home, but in school too. He told me a week ago that he'll prove that he's Ilhoon. But that crap turns to poop. Nothing showed up. Just some random women linked hand with him day by day.

Am I jealous? Crazy.

I heard that a lot. Ilhoon's cuteness. No matter how cute he is, it doesn't affect me. I have seen a powerful cuteness before, that's from my Ilhoon. Even my classmates gone crazy for him. I am sick of it.

Now!! See!! He's sitting across me in this big cafeteria, with another lady on his side. He saw me, and our eyes met. I shook my head slightly, as a way of saying, 'you shouldn't be like that'. Ilhoon's eyes turned away from meeting mine's. Then I saw him dragging himself away from the lady beside him. Did he receive my message? Are we having telepathy just now? Somehow, I feel happy.

*****