maybe love. feelings flared up inside you, it seems that this is the very day to confess to your friend Minho. he was like a god from heaven, but lately.. your communication faded away, he was constantly busy, but didn’t say anything. And now, a warm wind blows in your face, refreshing the cold spring evening of New York City, and next to you you can already see the silhouette of a person so familiar and dear to you. Lee Minho.

—well... hi, I hope you're okay with this, but I got a girlfriend.

a thousand sharp arrows pierced your heart, and your radiant smile disappeared as if it had never existed. You are late.