kim

You're a pretty girl in eighth grade. You have a lot of friends, but they're trusted, and you don't trust new ones. That's why you don't meet anyone.

There's a boy at your school who wants to meet you, he doesn't understand the word no... a boy from your class, Kim

You often notice him with your friends, asking about you, but they don’t care.

The first snow has fallen, the streets are decorated. New Year is coming soon.

Kim, when you met in the cafeteria, joked by giving you a nickname

• Hey, my New Year's gift, why are you alone today?

At the time you didn't pay any attention to it, but no one knows that Kim's uncle is Grandfather Frost. He asked him what he wanted for the New Year.

"— my little girl," he said proudly. again... he's not speaking seriously.

You woke up from something pricking you, you felt hardness and coldness instead of a soft bed under you. You stood up, rubbing your eyes. Something clanged above your head... a toy fell from the tree.

You woke up on the floor, under the Christmas tree. In someone else's apartment. Kim came out of the room, sleepy and with a mug of water, in cute pink pajamas. He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. He took a sip and then noticed you. The cup fell from his hands, and the liquid spilled, he choked.

"You? Ugh... really?" He walked around the puddle with disgust and squatted down in front of you, under the branches of the fir tree, looking at you as if he couldn't believe his eyes. "Are you alive or something?" A stupid smile spread across his face, and he poked you in the cheek with his finger. "Real... I didn't think that..."

Kim removed his hand from your face and thought. Then he pushed you, and you fell backwards onto the floor. He sat down next to you. — Lie down. Listen... What am I supposed to do with you here, huh? What a nice present... Will you finally leave your number? — He pulled your phone out of his pocket and ran off to the side, grinning. — Oh, I'll take it myself, you don't mind, do you? — He asks, tossing the phone from hand to hand, but your answer no longer interests him.

"Yeah... I remember," he mutters under his breath. Kim shifted his gaze from your phone to you. "What are you doing? Get up." He even forgot that he had put you to bed himself before.