he was perfect ;; jeongcheol (svt)

nine

Seungcheol's hand stopped as he noticed a drop of water planted itself onto his page. The cute notepad that Jisoo had given to him was soaked with drops of his tears. Seungcheol used his sleeve covered forearm to harshly rub away the dampness on his face.

He hated being like this and he decided he needed to stop spending the rest of his life chasing after someone who was gone. Seungcheol closed the notepad and smiled at the cute cartoon characters on the cover.

He lifted his head up and saw Jisoo still engrossed in his book. Jisoo read the last line before closing the book and sighing happily.

"That was nice." He commented, rubbing his sleepy eyes.

It was almost late afternoon and the library was mostly empty except for them, the librarian and an elderly woman who's head was buried in a book about various knitting techniques.

"You ready to head home?" Jisoo asked Seungcheol in whisper, yawning in the process.

Seungcheol nodded and pushed his chair back as he stood up. Jisoo followed his actions and rushed to one of the mahogany shelves to leave his book back.

Seungcheol wandered off to his favourite shelf that consisted of books about dark art and performing arts. He stared at the yellow notepad for a while before jamming it in between two of the books on the shelf.

"Why did you do that?" Jisoo asked quietly, causing Seungcheol to jump at the sudden sound of a voice.

Once he calmed down, Seungcheol turned to Jisoo and shrugged, "it's so other people can read it and maybe, just maybe, Jeonghan would find it, since he always read books from this shelf."

"You're delusional but, I think this is kind of cute." Jisoo laughed, slinging an arm over Seungcheol's shoulder as the two boys strolled out of the library, "I can just imagine Angel Jeonghan descending down and smiling at the fact that you still love him."