A sane person might’ve written a letter or asked me out for coffee. A sane person might've bought me flowers or baked me cupcakes. But Kang Seulgi was no sane person. 

How did she choose to apologize to me? With a marching band. A ing marching band! Right as I was leaving my Intro to Political Analysis class with my new friend and the TA, Jooyoung, there Seulgi was, dressed like she was delivering pizzas, and in fact, was holding a box of pizza, with the university marching band playing Red Velvet’s Peekaboo, and her roommates twerking next to the band. 

“Hi, sorry about my friends. I told them we needed twirlers not twerkers,” Seulgi said apologetically. Right. ‘Cause that’s the thing she needed to apologize for, and not bringing the circus to town.

I took one look at the mortifying spectacle Seulgi had put together, turned around, and made a run for it. 

And having learned at least one thing from recent events, Seulgi chased after me in a ridiculous reversal of the Peekaboo music video. 

She (and the entire marching band now playing the finale of Rossini's William Tell Overture) chased me all the way to my dorm. 

“Go away! What’s wrong with you? I told you to stay away from me!” I yelled at her when I got to my dorm room and was about to slam the door in her face.

“Joohyun, wait, please! I know I could've done things better, but how is it so easy for you to walk away from our friendship without even giving me a chance?” she said brokenly. 

Damn. She got me there. Bear had a point. It made my heart hurt. This was the person I was in love with, and my bestest friend in the world, but as much as I couldn't quite trust her feelings, I certainly wasn't acting like I cared about her either. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. 

“What kind of pizza you got there?” I asked. 

“Mushrooms, Italian sausage, and extra cheese,” she said with a smile that made her eyes disappear into cresc