The Dream Boy Next Door || JeongSung FF

~2~| Missing Sketchbook

"What?"

"Hyung, my freaking sketchbook. It's missing."

"Oh god, wasn't that sketchbook the one you use to draw your crush? You'll be doomed if the one who picked that sketchbook has the exact same face plastered on one of the pages."

"Minho-hyung, you're not helping."
Jisung said while giving his older cousin a deathly glare. Oh, if looks could kill.

"It had your name, right? You should search for it in the lost and found section."

"But what if they opened my sketchbook before they turned it in?"

"Dude chill, there's lots of Jisungs in here."

"But there's only one Jisung WITH A H-A-N!"

"But didn't you draw your crush on the last page, like you told me? Less likely they'd open it on the last page unless they escaped from a mental hospital."

"But what if-" Jisung was cut off by a finger on his lips.

"NO BUTS, NO WHAT IFS. CHECK THE DAMN L.A.F. SECTION." Minho facepalmed himself.

Jisung nodded to the older and walked away to the Lost and Found section.

~•~

"Hello, Mrs. Hee." Jisung greeted as he held onto the door frame, his clothed stomach touching the wall outside.

"Hello, Jisung." Mrs. Hee greeted back, smiling softly towards the young boy.
"What brings you here today? Lost something?"
She continued.

"Ah..yes." Jisung nodded in response as he stepped foot in the room. "I uhh.. lost my sketchbook. I was wondering if someone turned a thick sketchbook in here with my name on it."
He added.

"Oh, is that so. I believe there was no such student that has turned in a sketchbook, let alone a thick one at that." Mrs. Hee replied, placing her palm on her mouth just a few centimeters away.

"Really? I see... I'll be on my way, then. Have a good day, Mrs. Hee." Jisung sighed before he smiled and bowed as he left.

A deep sigh escaped Jisung's lips as he looked down to the floor, thinking so much things he can't even pay attention to whatever was happening around him.

Suddenly, he halted his steps upon his realization.

'It can't go on like this. I HAVE to find my sketchbook before someone finds out that I've been drawing Chan in that sketchbook and think that I'm stalking him. No, no, no!! Just no!'

Jisung slapped both of his cheeks, resolve filling his mind. He was sure to not give up searching for his sketchbook and risk his dignity. 

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"Why the heck is life so harsh towards me, hyung?"
Jisung mumbled as he laid himself to his bed while looking at Minho who was playing games on his phone, sitting cross-legged on the floor.

"Dunno. You should know, it's your life." Minho smirked.

"Fucking dipshit."
Jisung rolled his eyes before standing up and exiting his room.

He went down to the kitchen to see his mother prepare kimchi jjigae.
"Mmm, smells good. Is it kimchi jjigae?"
Jisung asked, sitting on the chair near the island table and placing his palms to his cheeks, his elbows resting on the table.

"Guessed right. I'm making lots so we could share some with our new neighbors! Ah, also, tell your cousin Minho that dinner's almost ready. Wait, no, I'll go tell him. You go deliver this to the new neighbors across the road."
His mom said, handing the kimchi jjigae placed in a container.