There's so many things Seonjae wants to say to you.. but all he could do is watch you from afar, admiring silently.

He adores it. The way you'd priorities others before you. The way you'd care about your friends' feelings first.

He was a grain of rice close to confess, just to blame it on the timing whenever he hadn't got the chance to, out of cowardice.

How could he ever have a chance with a girl like you who's equal to a Michael Angelo painting?

"You're.. pretty," was all he could muster.