Excuse me, noona, but do you have a boyfriend?
A-ah, sorry, that must have been too direct
Those guys behind me called you pretty
N-no, I'm just nervous, so I'm rambling on
I'm still an 18-year-old high schooler
Honestly, the last thing noona wants is stubbornness...
Although I might be a nuisance
I've been thinking about this for a long time
My friends are making fun of me
Stop for a moment and focus on your gaze
Your entire aura is shining
I'll focus on expressing my inexperienced heart
My sweat keeps flowing and I'm getting goosebumps
One comment gives me eighth grade syndrome
She must have noticed, at first I was confident
This isn't a joke
Time shows that you reaction is probably my love potion.