He wasn't just a color—
he was the whole damn sky
Y/N POV:
"Wake up, Y/N-ah!"...."Wake up, Y/N!" My mom's voice boomed through my door. Just five more minutes… I buried my face deeper into my pillow.1… 2… 3. "KIM Y/N! I said wake up! Unless you want to be late on your first day!"
I groaned. The sweet, drawn-out "Y/N-yaaa~" was long gone—now it was just full-name wrath.
"I'm awake…"I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
"Wash up and come down!" she snapped. "And I told you to stop reading those ridiculous fanfictions all night!"
I dragged myself out of bed, my body moving like a zombie with zero springs left. Mom was still grumbling downstairs about "useless hobbies" and "school uniforms wrinkled like trash."
When I checked the time, I finally got why Mom was raging. But whatever—being late was basically my brand. I washed up half-assed, same as always. Scrolled my phone while pulling on my uniform. Nari's text made me snort: "I overslept ~ Just come get me, I'll wait for you" I reply and continue changing.
I stumbled downstairs, before mom could yapping "I'm gonna be late!" I yelled, hopping on one foot as I wrestled with my sneakers.
"This is why you shouldn't stay up reading those stupid—"
*SLAM.* The door cut off her words. I didn't need to hear the rest—I'd memorized this rant after years of morning wars.
Nari's house wasn't far from mine. She was already waiting outside when I got there, looking pissed as usual.
"You sloth!" she yelled immediately. "We're gonna be late because of you!"
"Don't even try that!"I shot back, nearly tripping over the curb. "You texted me 'I overslept'like a hypocrite!"
We argued the whole way to school - "Your fault!" "No, yours!" - but somehow still made it there crazy fast. Fighting with Nari always made time fly.
I'm Kim Y/N, a second-year high school student whose life runs on chaos and iced coffee.
Today was supposed to be just another first day—except I was already late, per usual. At least I wasn't suffering alone. My ride-or-dies since kindergarten were with me:
-Nari– The "mom friend" who's actually the messiest one
-Haerin– Human sunshine with zero filter
-Juhee – Sarcastic genius who tolerates us
We'd pinky-sworn in elementary school to *stick together forever*, and against all odds? Still here. Still disasters.
As I sprinted toward school with Nari. I spotted Haerin and Juhee waiting at the gates.
Haerin waved wildly like she was flagging down a rescue plane. Juhee just checked her watch with that classic 'I-can't-believe-I'm-friends-with-you-idiots' look. Some things never change - and honestly, I wouldn't have it any other way.
We finally reached class, and all eyes snapped to us - including our math teacher's deadly glare. *Please don't take class on first day,* I begged silently, already regretting my life choices.
"Come in," he said sharply, and we scrambled inside like scared mice. Nari and I immediately beelined for the sacred back row(the VIP zone for slackers), but—
"Front. Now." The teacher pointed at the disaster seats - right under his nose.
Nari groaned as we collapsed into the front-row desks. Behind us, Juhee and Haerin - sit
Haerin kicked my chair. "Told you we should've run faster."
"No class today," the teacher announced, and the room instantly buzzed with muffled cheers. He paused at the door to point at our group. "And you four - this is your last warning don't be late again."
The second the door closed, Nari whipped around in her seat, eyes scanning the room like a hawk."Holy crap! There are so many new hotties this year!"
We burst out laughing. Haerin immediately pulled out a compact mirror, checking her reflection while declaring: "That's it. I'm confessing to my crush this semester! We all need boyfriends!"
" Ew." I made a face. "I've never met guy who could actually make my heart race. I want a tall, hansome, single dad"
Juhee rolled her eyes "You read too much fiction. That only happens in novels, dumbass."
Nari kept scanning the room like a kid in a candy store when suddenly—
"AHH! LOOK! HE'S SO HOT!" she shrieked, pointing directly at a guy near the window.
The whole class burst out laughing. Haerin immediately slapped a hand over Nari's mouth, her face turning tomato-red. "YOU IDIOT!" she whisper-yelled, panicked."That's Jake's friend! I told you I wanted to confess to Jake, and now you're pointing at his friend?! You're ruining everything!"
Nari blinked, slowly lowering her finger. "...Oops?"
Haerin *dropped her head onto the desk* with a loud groan."I'm moving schools."
The bell rang, signaling our escape."Let's hang out!" I said, already slinging my backpack over my shoulder.
Haerin slumped in her seat like a deflated balloon."I have no energy left. You guys emotionally bankrupted me."
Nari looped an arm around her shoulders with a devilish grin."C'mon, grumpy. I'll treat you to boba."....."And don't act like this is new,"she added, poking Haerin's cheek.
At the magic word *treat* Haerin's eyes lit up like a slot machine hitting jackpot."Fine. Let's go." She stood up so fast her chair screeched.
We burst out laughing at her whiplash mood swing."Never change," Juhee said, wiping fake tears.
We were walking down the hallway, already having forgotten our earlier embarrassment, laughing loudly as we recounted our winter break. I was walking backward, facing my friends as I animatedly retold a story, waving my hands for emphasis.I collided hard with someone, stumbling back a step."Hey, look where you're wa—" My voice died in my throat.It was him.
Jake's unfairly attractive friend—the one Nari had pointed at earlier. Up close, he was even more devastating.Tall and lean, but with shoulders that made him seem untouchable. His hair, soft and slightly tousled, looked like it had been painted with the muted strokes of a watercolor brush.*Pale skin*, not just fair but *milky*, like the first snow of winter. A *small mole* near the bridge of his nose, subtle but devastating. And his *eyes*—sharp, dark,—they weren't blue, but...
They *felt* like it
He was the embodiment of Yungkai's *Blue*—that quiet, haunting melody about longing and comfort. The kind of person who made you feel calm just by existing near you, even when he was glaring daggers into your soul.
Without a word, he stepped around me and walked away.
My heart wasn't just racing—it was rearranging itself. This wasn't the fictional "single dad" fantasy I'd joked about. This was real. And it terrified me.
"Hey, you!" Nari snapped her fingers in front of my dazed face.Haerin leaned in with a shark-like grin."Ohhh~ You *like* him."
"Wha—no!He's not even my type!"I crossed my arms defensively, then immediately betrayed myself by adding,"I mean, sure he's objectively handsom—"
"HEY GUYS!"
A chorus of cheerful voices cut me off. We turned to see *Sunoo, Jungwon, and Ni-ki* bounding toward us like overexcited puppies.
*Saved.*
I could've kissed them.
Sunoo slung an arm around my shoulders, oblivious to my internal crisis."Let's hang out! The cafeteria's serving tteokbokki today."
Our squad was pure chaos—loud, bright, and impossible to ignore.
Most of our after school, we'd take over some random place—the convenience store, the park, the arcade—talking and laughing so loud people would stare. We'd met *Sunoo, Jungwon, and Ni-ki* back in middle school, and even though high school had scattered us across different classrooms, it never stopped our chaos. Well—except for *Ni-ki and Juhee*, our designated "quiet ones" who mostly just spectated our nonsense with varying degrees of amusement (though Ni-ki had that one legendary dance battle incident we'd never let him live down).
By the time I dragged myself home it was already 19:00.Mom gonna scold me. But Some things were worth the scolding.
The front door clicked shut behind me as I mumbled, "I'm home..."My voice sounded as drained as I felt.
Mom peeked from the kitchen, wooden spoon in hand. "You hung out again?"
"Mm." I leaned against the wall, already sliding off my shoes.
"Next time, come home earlier,"she said, stirring something that smelled like garlic and scolding."Shower before it gets too late. And help me with—"
"Later." I was already trudging upstairs, my legs moving on autopilot.
My dad worked as a renowned doctor at Seoul's largest hospital, My mom ran a home bakery business, whipping up custom cakes and pastries for orders, while also managing a small café she visited a few times a week. As for my siblings, my older sister—the stylish fashion designer—and my brother, a college student.And I'm the youngest.
Family dinners were my mom's sacred ritual. With Dad being a busy surgeon at Seoul's top hospital, we rarely all sat together—which was why Mom treated every shared meal like a national holiday. Tonight, despite my protests that I'd already stuffed myself on street food with friends, she piled my plate high with kimchi jjigae. "Just a little," she insisted, eyes daring me to refuse. So I ate a few obligatory bites, watching Dad sneak vegetables onto my brother's plate when Mom wasn't looking, while Noona scrolled through fabric samples mid-chew. It was messy, imperfect, and ours.
After dinner, my phone buzzed nonstop—our group chat was flooding with photos from today. Dozens of photos blurred together under my tired eyes: Nari's exaggerated pouts, Haerin's candid laughter, the golden-hour snapshot of us piled together on the park bench like overexcited puppies.
I swiped them away.
Silence always left room for unwanted thoughts.
*Him*
That stupid mole. Those sharper-than-knives eyes. The way he'd looked at me like I was a walking inconvenience.
*Ugh*
I chucked my phone across the bed and opened Wattpad, searching for a novel trashy enough to override my brain.