They always said we were too different—me, Ae Sun, full of noise and fire; and Gwan Sik, all quiet stares and steady hands. But somehow, our differences fit. He never tried to change me. I chased big dreams, and he just... showed up. Fixed my broken scooter, brought me tangerines, waited in the rain when no one else would.

Now, we don’t say “I love you” every day. We don’t need to. It’s in the way he leaves a flower by the door. It’s in the way I make his tea just right. Somehow, against all odds, we became us. And that’s the part of the story that matters most.