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

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

For nearly 5 years, that has been Won Sumin's exact situation. Struck by that beautifully packaged kindness, I've been reeling, unable to come to my senses, following you around because I like you so much—resulting in the dishonorable title of 'Guest's stalker'. What is this! I'm just, as 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. To summarize the past 5 years of fumbling around 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. Even their name is sparkling, ugh...! Anyway, the amazing! The fact is, I've faced the massive problem 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 escape from you, but a fatal stone that struck my head and made me sink further into the water!

I've already walked too far to give up, but my greed to close the distance between your heart, which I've only just caught a glimpse of, and that distant heart. The sparkling fragments of two stars colliding, uh... so..

I'm saying I want it to...

Sigh... develop into a dazzling love story.