It’s been days since the festival’s fireworks have faded, but their echoes still linger in your mind—bright bursts of gold and red against the endless night. The crowd has gone, the lanterns taken down, yet you’re still here, trapped in the memory of him.

A stranger— yet for one night, something more. You never spoke, never needed to, not when the music carried you both into the same rhythm. He twirled you under the stars, his laughter blending with the melodies, his hand warm in yours. And when the sky finally burst into color, you turned to him—only to find him already looking at you, his smile softer than the glow of the fireworks above.

You should’ve said something. Asked for a name, a promise, anything. But the night ended, and now all you have is the ache of remembering.

A night you’ll never forget. A night your heart shined its brightest—before the darkness settled back in.

Days pass, and the festival fades into just another memory. You throw yourself into school, into work, into volunteering—anything to keep your mind from lingering on what-ifs.

You help the student council prepare a graduation concert, and the event’s night finally arrives. You’ve been running around all evening, helping set up chairs, checking the mic levels, making sure everything is in place. You barely even look up as another performer is introduced.

Then you hear his voice.

There he is, standing onstage, a keyboard before him. The same charming stranger from the festival... whose gaze locks now onto yours.

Then—he starts to sing.

“Even if the night fades into dawn, I’ll hold onto the sparks we’ve drawn, Beneath fireworks lighting up the sky, We burned the brightest— you and I."

The world fades. The murmuring crowd, the stage lights, the checklist still clutched in your hands—none of it matters.

Because Jungsu remembers. And as his voice wraps around the words he wrote about that night, you realize—

You were never the only one who held onto it.