(a/n : all conversation said here is in Korean, but colored words were in English.)

Dragging your rather huge and heavy suitcase behind you, you fix your sun hat and breathe in the hot and humid air of the new city before your eyes. It was summer and the sun is shining on everyone.

‘I have arrived safely, mom. I’m going to my dorm now. Don’t worry, everything’s fine. The weather’s nice too. I love you, Mom! Send my hello to dad too!’

Locking your phone, you take a look around you and smiled. This all felt so familiar, so homey. Never been here before, but it’s like you’ve seen everything. It felt really good to be here.

Why are you here?

To study, of course! Where better to study this subject than in this beautiful city?

Well, that’s one reason…

But there’s another reason. A more important one.

Your hand instantly clutches itself on your bag; moving, fidgeting, searching, until you found the outline of a small rectangular book. The book that contains your source of energy, your source of happiness. Your most precious memories. The book that is always with you. Always.

‘Come with me to Korea (한국에 저 같이 가요)……’

The words ring in your ears again; never ceases to make you smile. When was that?

Too long, far too long ago.

I’m here, giant. I’m here for you.

“Tokki-ah!!!”