
When the flowers fall, the fruit ripens.
"We are just starting, so I guess we are seeds. I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of flower will bloom." A senior who is like a puppy, Eunha, a cat-like art major, and a goddess-like junior meet! A chaotic romance story unfolds on campus! Returning student Eunha falls in love at first sight with freshman Dahong. Dahong, who is overly beautiful but has a prickly personality, is disliked by her peers. Eunha receives a call from the student council president, Haejun, and ends up letting Dahong stay over... But why can’t she stop thinking about her? The sweet story of these girls begins. |Text I wasn’t afraid of society’s gaze or prejudice. I was just afraid of your gaze and prejudice. I was scared that you might dislike the non-ordinary me. I was scared that your attitude towards me might change. I couldn’t bear that fear. As my growing feelings overflow, I’m scared they might reach my senior. I’m scared that this happy time might come to an end. So I suppress my feelings. I tightly hold them in. To prevent them from overflowing. But the more I do that, the more my senior finds the gaps in my heart and digs in. Please. Please let this feeling not reach my senior.
(More)When the flowers fall, the fruit ripens.
"We are just starting, so I guess we are seeds. I’m looking forward to seeing what kind of flower will bloom." A senior who is like a puppy, Eunha, a cat-like art major, and a goddess-like junior meet! A chaotic romance story unfolds on campus! Returning student Eunha falls in love at first sight with freshman Dahong. Dahong, who is overly beautiful but has a prickly personality, is disliked by her peers. Eunha receives a call from the student council president, Haejun, and ends up letting Dahong stay over... But why can’t she stop thinking about her? The sweet story of these girls begins. |Text I wasn’t afraid of society’s gaze or prejudice. I was just afraid of your gaze and prejudice. I was scared that you might dislike the non-ordinary me. I was scared that your attitude towards me might change. I couldn’t bear that fear. As my growing feelings overflow, I’m scared they might reach my senior. I’m scared that this happy time might come to an end. So I suppress my feelings. I tightly hold them in. To prevent them from overflowing. But the more I do that, the more my senior finds the gaps in my heart and digs in. Please. Please let this feeling not reach my senior.

When the flowers fall, the fruit ripens.


