Choi Minho. The name that was plastered all over my books and wall. The voice that could  make me lose my sense of direction. The face that could make any girl swoon. The body that tinted cheeks red. The guy I liked for 4 years straight.
That Choi Minho.

Where did I meet him? It was the biggest game of the year. Before I knew it, I was huddled in warm coats and blankets, shivering from the chilly air that wandered past. I looked intently through the binoculars aiming here and there finding something- 
Bingo. Choi Minho, stretching ever so gracefully on the field with his mates. Obviously that tank guy with a mega 6-pack is on the school soccer team; the soccer team that doesn't accept loss.

What do I like about him? Absolutely everything. There's not a flaw in him that makes him any less perfect than an angel. His eyes, his smile, his face, his charm. Flaming Charisma, people call him, and it fits him. There's nothing he can do that could make him even better except...maybe finally notice me? 

And now he was graduating.
In a week, to be exact.
That is when my life will end if I don't do something about it.
Something big.

Or maybe I just need a little push along the way...