"In my monochrome world, you were the most colorful thing."

God knew how much you were suffering alone.

Doing repetitive routines—wake up, bath, eat, go to school, study, go home, eat, study, sleep—it felt like everyday was just the same day.

Life went like that. No motivation, no inspiration, no reason to feel alive.

But you met him. Him = Gyuvin. Kim Gyuvin. God gave you Kim Gyuvin, a basketball player, the student council's vice president, a smartass.

Life was usually colorless, monochrome, but when you see him and his DAMN smile, everything is suddenly so vibrant.

He always makes you laugh, treats you foods, helps you to carry your things, prolong conversations, you name it. This made you feel giddy, for the first time in your life.

While you were doing a presentation in front of the class, there he was on his seat on the back, smiling at you as if sensing your nervousness and reassures you that you'll do good.

You came back on your seat beside him, letting out a ragged sigh.

"You did so well," he said, patting your shoulder, his eyes smiling along with his lips.