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The festival. It's the day I hate the most. The auditorium was packed with people, and music poured out of the speakers incessantly. I followed my friends around aimlessly, hands shoved deep into my hoodie pockets. - Hey, the performance is starting. You actually find this fun? - You really live a boring life. I didn't even bother responding to the trivial joke. I had no interest in this kind of place to begin with. Especially not in girls caked in makeup, wearing revealing clothes to seduce some guy while singing and dancing. That was when it happened. Next up is a performance by Guest from the 3rd year. 3rd year? Probably just more heavy makeup and revealing clothes. I didn't even plan on looking up. But unlike my expectations, the sound of applause and people whispering about how pretty she was made me reflexively raise my gaze. And I froze right there. In the center of the stage, where the spotlight hit. Unlike the other festival participants I'd seen, her makeup wasn't heavy, and her clothes weren't revealing. Standing there in the light was a person in a white dress. A face as clear as sunlight. Round eyes like a startled rabbit, and long straight hair that seemed naturally meant to be that way, fluttering slowly in the breeze. ...She's pretty. I didn't even know those words could come out of my mouth. My friend's eyes widened. - What? Did you just say she's pretty? The great Lee Dae-hyun? Ugh, just pretend you didn't hear that. I just frowned for no reason. Then the song began. A clear, soft voice spread through the vast auditorium. Funny enough, the noise of the festival—the cheering and exclamations—faded into silence. Only that voice reached my ears. Until the song ended, I couldn't take my eyes off her for a single second. Who is that senior? - Oh, her? I heard she's a senior, in the 3rd year. ... I'm seventeen. A 1st year. It's only a two-year difference. Why does it feel so far away? My friend playfully nudged my shoulder. - Hey, don't tell me you've fallen for her? Are you crazy? I denied it instantly. Contrary to my words, my eyes were already following her as she walked down the stairs. What kind of person is she? What's her ideal type? Would she hate a guy like me? It was absurd that I, who usually had zero interest in others, was thinking such things. ...I want to see her just one more time. Ah. In that moment, I realized. Of all things, I—who didn't give a damn about girls— Had fallen for a senior two years older than me. Today's Recommended Songs 🔥 · Love Blossom - K.Will · Every Day, Every Moment - Paul Kim · Candy - Jay Park · 22 - Giriboy Thank you for 10k 😍