Wooyoung found himself in the wedding reception room once again. The picture shown on the screen now depicted Leeteuk, Taeyeon, Taecyeon, Junho and Wooyoung from left to right. Taecyeon was looking rather upset, and Junho was putting his arm around Taecyeon, in an attempt of what seemed to be comforting him.

This was during the firework festival that year but the group was not able to see any due to Taecyeon’s lousy recommendation of watching it on the rooftop of one of the university’s buildings. Their entire view ended up being blocked by another group of high-rise buildings in front.

“Hey, why isn’t Yoona in the picture?” Junho asked.

“Oh… my ex-boyfriend at that time called me to watch the fireworks together.” Yoona replied, with a hint of irritation in her tone.

“Aish. That guy is the ultimate bastard!” Junho continued.

“Ah, stop it! It’s all in the past now!” Yoona shot back.

“That was because you were so stubborn and didn’t want to let go.” Taecyeon said with a sigh after that. “If only I had stopped you then, you wouldn’t be regretting like-"

“Leeteuk and Taeyeon started here, didn’t they? This was when he first confessed to her, isn’t it?” Yoona interrupted Taecyeon mid-sentence.

“Aish! Why don’t you ever listen to me?” Taecyeon whined.

“Aigoo, you two… well in my opinion, Taeyeon and Leeteuk were such an unexpected couple.” Junho said, looking at the photo curiously.

Wooyoung’s point of view

I remember… I remember this day. Junho, Taecyeon and I were at the rooftop drinking after not being able to see the fireworks. Taeyeon and Leeteuk then came up to the rooftop together, and Leeteuk confessed to Taeyeon sometime after that.

If only I had prevented Leeteuk’s confession then… maybe the outcome today will be different. I want to confess my true feelings before Leeteuk does. I need to go back and do it again. I need to…

My thoughts were interrupted by a familiar white light and the dramatic music playing once again. Once I managed to see clearly again, I saw Minjun in front of me, shaking his head in what seemed like disapproval.

“What did I tell you about not jumping to conclusions rashly? Why did you assume that she will go to the post office to submit her piece? It was exactly like a scene in those overrated dramas where the male and female protagonists just miss each other. Such bad timing.”

“I’m sorry… my plan failed again. But this time, I will confess to her!”

“Really? I think it’s impossible for you to confess to her before he