* oh seungah - Rainbow *

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"Oh...that's so nice of you. I didn't know she's interested to continue studying."

Seungah unnie's voice, talking to someone that must be unfamiliar since she's using formal language, made my sleepy eyes opened a little easier than usual, and helped my brain started working a little earlier. Usually, early mornings like this, Seungah unnie would already be busy mixing her cake and muffin doughs before start baking a few hours later. Nobody would accompany her mornings. That is one reason I need to wake up early everyday. Seungah unnie would be bored without me.

But who was she talking about? Who's continuing studies? Hyuna unnie? But Hyuna unnie already completed hers and is working as office worker now. She's the most successful among us anyway. Even when we're only an embarrassment for her, she really did made us proud. Then, if it's not her, is it Seungah unnie's friend? But...she's always alone. I wouldn't know if she had any.

"It's nothing. Besides, Hyesung hyung had been a great senior at school. It'd be an honour to help his sister now." A deep, somewhat high, clear male voice responded. So, that definitely wasn't Hyesung oppa or Kihyun oppa.

"Really? Wait. I'll call her now."

Then I heard Seungah unnie calling for me. But why? Where did I fit in this picture? The voice speaking with her was one I've never heard. Surely they weren't talking about me. I didn't even know Hyesung oppa's juniors at school. When he was schooling, I was too young to even know or remember his friends.

"Yes, unnie." I came out of my hiding, pretending that I've just came down from our room.

And then I saw him. Someone I had never seen and had no clue of. He's tall, and he wore glasses with white shirt and white pants and white trench coat. So much white, he was almost shining from the bright clothing that I almost squinted, even if I really like the colour white.

"Hyunrin-ah, you've grown up so much. I didn't notice you. You were so small the last time we met."

Have we even met before? One thing I was very sure of, is that I don't know him. Of course I know whoever I know and whoever i don't know, right? Or am I supposed to know him?

But another thing that bothered me even more, was the way he called my name. He mispronounced my name. 

"It's Hyeonrin." I corrected him.

"That's what I said." He bent down before me, struggling to match my height, clutching to his own knees, and smiled before reachi