at the university festival, minju was watching your performance in front of the stage. she knew who you are because you liked her and she rejected you countless times.

you were singing your heart out while playing the piano in your suit vest and your eyes locked with hers.

“this is falling, falling in love” you sang your last line romantically and took the bouquet of flowers that you prepared. you got off the stage, walking towards her then gave it to her.