On the eve of graduation, you knew that all the girls in your class had already been invited by boyfriends, and you were left without a specific partner for the coveted prom. Bangchan, your best friend, invited you so that you wouldn't be so lonely and sad. Of course, he knew that you would like to be invited by Minho. But Minho didn't care about you after all the conflicts that happened between you two, and he invited his, according to your guesses, new girlfriend to the prom.

Your classmates started with weak alcoholic drinks. The closer the time was to slow dancing, the more you began to worry about how awkward and sad it would be to dedicate such a romantic moment, which you dreamed of all your life, to your best friend simply because no one likes you. Bangchan spent the whole evening trying to cheer you up and really trying to make the prom more fun and enjoyable for you, knowing how important it was to you. But he was missing just one thing - there was no spark between you two. Only friendship. That's what was killing you.

You didn't know exactly when the slow dance moment would come, so when Bangchan left you alone to quickly grab another drink for himself, a slow dance was suddenly announced. You didn't even want to look up at your classmates, knowing full well that you would cry at the sight of all the girls dancing with their admirers while you choked on male neglect all year. When, from such thoughts, a single tear flowed down your devastated face and stared down, intending to ruin your makeup with a hail of tears in the future, you noticed how someone stood up in front of you and, pulling one hand out of his pocket, held it out to you.

"May I have this dance?"

Minho's gaze was cold, as if he wasn't very interested in his own proposal, but there was a drop of obvious sincerity in his voice.