lost doll | witkyung (k.dw x s.km)

02

"Ugh, I'm spent." Donghyun let out, letting his back fall on the bleacher's seat.

"Same here, man. If we don't get a perfect score, then I don't know anymore." Jake said.

"That's the teacher's decision. We're nothing but their dolls." Jiung rolled his eyes.

"Oh! That reminds me." Dawit lit up. He grabbed his bag and reached in, pulling out a doll. "Any of you know whose this is? I saw it at the park earlier today."

"Dunno. Does it have an initial or name on it?" Donghyun asked.

Dawit began looking around the doll, spotting a "S. MINJUNG" on the doll's shoe.

"S. Minjung? Who's that?" He wondered.

"Suh Minjung, maybe?" Said Donghyun.

"Who?"

"Suh Kyungmin's little sister. She comes around a lot, usually holding a different toy each day."

Dawit's eyebrows furrowed. Kyungmin was the face of the school, his handsome looks helping him get the title. He's smart, too. Only thing is, Dawit has never seen nod heard of his sister.

If he did have one, she'd be on the school newspaper like his brother, wouldn't she?

"Little sister? When did Kyungmin have a little sister? Surely, she'd be known around the school like his brother." Jake asked.

It was no surprise that Donghyun knew about Kyungmin's family. Those two were childhood friends, and have known each other for years.

Donghyun shrugged. "He asked the school not to put her in, I guess. She is pretty young, after all. Around six, maybe?"

"How am I going to give this to her?" Dawit questioned.

"You can just give it over to Kyungmin. Easy as that." Jiung shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing.

Dawit rolled his eyes. "That's easier said than done."

Being a fairly popular student at UDZ, Kyungmin wasn't easy to reach. He's always being bombarded by student journalist and reporters, and being asked by teachers for help.

He hasn't been coming to school much, either. Rumor has it, he's training to become an idol.

But even then, Kyungmin had high grades and no flaws. Some students are convinced that he isn't real, Dawit included.

"You share the same P.E. as him, don't you? Just walk up to him, hand him the doll, and walk away." Jake recommended, cringing when the other let out a groan.

"You know he'll be too caught up hitting freshmen with dodgeballs to notice Kyungmin there." Donghyun hit him in the shoulder, reminiscing the time Dawit made him black out during dodgeball back in his freshmen years.

"I'd happily do it again."

Donghyun shuddered at the thought.

"Ah, Jake! Don't you have the same English as him? Give it to him so that-"

"No can do, Wish. I'm tutoring Heeseung and Ni-ki that time, remember?" Jake declined. Heeseung and Ni-ki were his classmates, often asking him for help in translating.

"Jiung?"

"Sorry, Dawit. I don't share any classes with the guy. Keeho does, though. I'll give it to him, if you want?"

"Yes! Thanks, Oung." Dawit cheered and handed him the doll, quietly thanking Keeho despite having had only had 2 interactions with the boy.

As if on time, the bell rang as Jiung took the doll.

"See ya guys at computer!"

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Jiung carded his fingers through the dolls hair lightly as he walked towards Keeho before he could enter the science classroom. "Keeho!"

"Jiung? What is it?" The blue haired boy asked, stopping in his tracks.

"You have science with Kyungmin, correct? Give this to him, can you? It was in the park this morning and I think it's his sister's." He pushed the doll into the other's hands.

"Oh, uh, no one's seen Kyungmin today, actually. Sorry, dude." Keeho apologized, handing back the doll.

"What? Why?"

"I'm not sure. Idol training, maybe? Shouldn't Donghyun know?"

"He only knew about his sister, though..."

"Well, that's what the students are saying. Maybe you should just wait until he comes to school. Who's asking, anyways?"

"Dawit is. The junior who does a lot of sports, remember?"

Keeho ahh'd with a nod, remembering who it was. "Ohh, I remember! He found it at the park in the morning, right? Maybe Kyungmin and his sister go to the park every morning, and that's how she lost her doll."

"Hm, seems about ri-" The bell rang loudly, cutting Jiung off. "Ah, shit- uhm, see you at lunch! Thanks!"

"You're welcome!"

Jiung waved goodbye to the older as he ran to the Math classroom, doll in hand. He looked down at the toy, contemplating what he should do.

First, probably tell Dawit about what Keeho said.