7 years ago...

The sun beams on her smooth silk skin, her hair blowing in the wind. 16 year old, Choi Jinri, has waited for this moment ever since she met him. The boy who led their school's soccar team to the championships. Class president, and heart throb of any girl in a fifty mile radius. Choi Minho was everything. And Choi Jinri was asked to the rooftop of the Music building by him. The infamous rooftop where every girl of guy confesses to eah other.

The message was clear to Jinri, she was being confessed to by Choi Minho. He's probably just held up at soccar practice... that's what she's been thinking for the past 10 minutes... Being Class President, it normal to be caught up in work..... She paced back and forth on concrete floor. Swallowing her saliva, deciding whether or not to be angry or fine with his late arrival.

A sudden burst from the rooftop door caught her attenetion. There, a panting Minho on his knees trying to catch his breathe, was. "You know...there are...32 fleets. of..stairs." he choked out. Jinri let an anxious sigh, he came, her heart fluttered along with the butterflies in her stomach.

Her feet stayed planted to where she was standing, and the urge to be held in his arms was growing. Captivated by his smile, she stayed in a daze. It felt like eternity, but with a simple wave of the hand it was only six seconds. "Hello? Don't tell me Gangnam Elite Academy has fallen for me too.."  He smiled. It's hard for dear Jinri, to breathe in his presence. He's everything a girl could want.

"Aniya, of course not.." Deny anything, that's what her best friend said. Kwon Yuri was her role model, having guys in line. was in her vocabulary, and being a female player was more like it. Having a y body and rock hard abs are everything now and days

"That a shame, I actually asked you here to ask if your felt the same way I did." He started scratching his head, in an utter cute way. Heavy breathing, swallowing saliva, all things Jinri experienced. "What do you feel about me?" She asked. 

"Well I thought when I asked you out to Confesser's Rooftop, my message was clear." He avoided her gaze, making it hard to tell if he was just playing with her or telling the truth. "Yes." That's all she said, enough for him to turn his attention back at her. "Yes, I feel the same way."

At that time, all that comes to mind was happiness. But what if you're so blinded by happiness to uncover the harsh reality. To see what's underneath what you think is the happiest times of your life could be the most terrible.