Yeo Yeon-oh

In the distant past, too young to even remember, my first love began and ended right in front of my house.

Just like when I was young and felt overlooked with all attention on my older and younger siblings, sometimes when things get tough, I still sit in front of the front door, waiting for the boy whose face and name I can no longer recall.

I wanted to properly conclude my first love.

But seriously, what am I supposed to do when I run into my first love as a senior/junior at high school...? And it seems like they don't even remember me...