...I Love You.

What if Han Seojin’s words had been drowned out by the fireworks?

“…What?”

At least, if what I’d just heard was a lie—if someone with a voice just like Han Seojin’s had said it to someone else, or if it had all been my imagination.

At least then, I don’t think I’d be staring blankly at Han Seojin without a single thought in my head.

“Go out with me, Siyeon.”

But before I could hold on to that hopeful thought, Han Seojin repeated himself, his words drowning it out completely.

I couldn’t say anything. Still trying to get my head around it, I could only clutch at it and wonder what on earth was happening.

…The truth was, it wasn’t like I’d never thought about it.

Lately, I couldn’t say I’d never wondered, ‘What if I went out with Han Seojin?’ And I knew that Han Seojin liked me.

If I ended up liking Han Seojin, and one of us confessed to the other first, whether it was me or Han Seojin…...