Sketchbook (KaiSoo - Twoshots)

Part 1 of 2

It's obviously another boring day for Jongin. With his calculus professor discussing about whatever it is on his presentation, Jongin wishes he just skip this class and go home instead.

But the thing is, the professor seems to like Jongin so much that he always comes up with something to scold Jongin with. So, Jongin can't skip his class or otherwise he will not pass this class and should apply again for the next semester—it's not like Jongin will love to do.

So, here he is, trying his best not to fall asleep—like what he does to other class—and tries to look listening for the sake of not getting any scold today.

He turns his head slightly to his right—where his so called best(bro)friend is sitting, his eyes never leave his phone screen.

"Oh Sehun," the said person turns his head to Jongin, "What are you doing?"

"Texting," he simply said.

But with the smile on his face, Jongin already knows it all too well with who he's texting. "Must be with that cute Chinese senior, right?"

Sehun glares at him. "Only me who can say he's cute."

Jongin snorts. "Everyone says he's cute, Oh Sehun. Don't act so possessive already, he's not your boyfriend."

"Yet, Kim Jongin. Just wait and see, when I'm with him already, I'll be making out hard in front of your face that you will come in your pants" Sehun says with so much pride—Jongin suddenly wants to puke.

"Good, can't wait to see that," Jongin throws his words sarcastically.

Sehun snorts at him and then his eyes back again to his phone screen. Oh Sehun definitely not someone you can talk with when you're bored, especially when he's texting his crush—Jongin makes a note about that.

Jongin's eyes back again to whatever the presentation is in front of the class, still thinking how he can be genius in one night so he doesn't need to study to have a good grade on final exam.

Few minutes after that, he decides that he doesn't understand any single thing—and will never understand no matter how hard he tries to read it all over. So, he's starting to make a random scribble on the last page of his book.

That's when he realized that it's not his book.

Jongin looks at it carefully, it's definitely not his book—most of his books have black cover, this one has white cover.

He opens the first page of it—hoping to see the name of the owner of the book. But he finds nothing. Except a little word that is kinda blur—he can't even read it.

Jongin tries to remember where did he get that book, when he realized—again—that he never took his book out from his bag, and the white cover book is already on the table he's on now. It's not a strange thing because sometimes senior and freshman can use the same classroom for the same day, so Jongin assumes that the book belongs to his senior or another freshman.

He flips few pages—there are only some notes about assignment and he doesn't understand, so a senior?

He flips more until he doesn't see notes again—he sees sketch of a boy—looks like a manga one.

Jongin chuckles. "So it becomes a sketchbook," he flips it more—all of the sketches seems to be the same boy. Sometimes only his face, sometimes it's a full body sketch.

And then he realized something again.

All of the sketches kinda look like him.

"You gotta be kidding me," he says it out loud—totally forgot that he's still on class.