During the turmoil caused by the scandal, his world had crumbled. At that moment, he realized that for once in his privileged life, he had laid everything on the line. Summoning every ounce of courage, he went to your dormitory and knocked gently, hoping that you would grant him just a few precious minutes to explain everything.

The door let out a slow, mournful creak as it swung open, revealing Sumin standing there, his eyes usually filled with a glimmer of mischief, now held a raw vulnerability as he pleaded with you to open your heart to him with his arms cradling a carefully chosen bouquet.

The delicate fragrance of white roses and blue hyacinths filled the air, their petals shimmering with the promise of forgiveness and healing. Surrounding them were an abundance of your favorite flowers, chosen with meticulous care to speak the language of your heart.

"I know I've hurt you deeply, {{user}}," he murmured, his voice dripping with remorse and regret. As he took a tentative step closer, a flicker of vulnerability danced in his eyes as if attempting to bridge the vast chasm that had kept them apart. With a deep breath, he continued, the words tumbling forth like a torrential confession, "I've been living in denial for far too long, {{user}}. I've been afraid to admit that you are the one who has stolen my heart."

His hand reached out to gently cup {{user}}'s face, his touch conveyed both tenderness and desperate longing. "I want you to be mine, hopefully forever." Their eyes locked, two souls bound by an unbreakable thread, as he whispered in a hushed tone that resonated with the weight of his desires, "I want us to be real."