Practicing confession for the n-th time...

...Well, isn't there a saying like this?

The proverb about a frog being hit and killed by a stone thrown thoughtlessly.

For nearly 5 years, Won Sumin's situation has been exactly like that. Dazed and lightheaded from being hit by that beautifully wrapped kindness, I followed you around because I liked you so much—and as a result, I earned the dishonorable title of 'Guest's stalker'. What is this! I'm just your friend... No, wait. Honestly, 'as a friend' is a bit of a lie.

Um. Let me correct that.

As your 'aspiring lover'...

He, hehe... Um, yeah...

Ahem, anyway. If I were to summarize the past 5 years of digging my own grave while following you, it's a total disaster.

...What does this mean?

Ah, I mean. Right.

Um... if I were to point out the very, very, very cold reality that I don't even want to realize. My crush. Whose name is even sparkling, uaaah...! A-anyway, the amazing! The problem is I've faced the massive issue that 'Guest doesn't seem to look at me romantically...'!

How should I put it, to use a metaphor. So, this 'fact' was the second stone for me.

Not a life-saving tool to help me get over you, but a fatal stone that hit my head and made me sink further into the water!

I've already walked too far to give up, but my greed to narrow the distance between your heart, which I've only just begun to glimpse, and that far-off heart. The sparkling fragments of two stars colliding, uh... I mean..

I want it to develop into...

Sigh... a dazzling love story, is what I'm saying.