Doodles || hjc.

◐ ten ◑

My mind goes blank, my face pales as white as it can, I feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, the redness of it contrasting the paleness of my face, and I swear I hear my brain shutting down, probably not wanting to give a fuck about what was happening anymore.

"A-are you serious?" My voice, usually laced with a sarcastic tone it, is shrinking and cracking, realizing that he saw all those things inside that thing.

He nods slowly, a smile on his face. It wasn't teasing, however, unlike that one from a while ago. I didn't know what that smile meant.

"Can I kill myself now?" Realizing that I said that out loud, I hide my face from him and cover it with my hands.

"It's okay, Minhee, at least because of it, I'm now talking to you, aren't I?" He shrugs again and takes a bite from his meal.

Did an alien invade his mind? What is wrong with him today? Why did he suddenly approach me?

I want to ask him a lot of questions. Why? What are you doing? Why did you cry yesterday? What has gotten into you? But none of it dared to come out of my mouth.

"Have you eaten some poison? You didn't notice me, ever, not since..." I hang my head low, not wanting to touch that subject, and I knew he was still pretty sensitive about it.

"You just don't know..." Joochan mutters, but it was too quiet for me to hear.

"What? Did you say something?"

"Oh, uh nothing," he shakes his head. "But wow, I never knew you like me that much." He says, changing the subject.

"Please don't remind me anymore," I grunt. "You're being way too cocky about it."

"No, I'm just trying to annoy you," he snickers. "Just pretend that this Joochan sitting in front of you is different from the one you always mention and draw in that notebook of yours."

"Like that Joochan back from middle school?" I whisper, hoping he didn't hear it. I guess he didn't, but he did look up to me.

I stare at him all smiles and glowing. It has been such a long time since I saw him like this.

I wonder if he missed me too.

I missed him badly, and now that he was here, talking to me, I couldn't help the tears welling in my eyes that I just stare at the ceiling, shooing the tears away.

"What's with the ceiling?" Joochan dumbly looks up, too, and I laugh at him.

"Nothing," I look back at him when I knew that the tears have dried up. "Just continue eating."

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Joochan, to my surprise, walked me to our classroom. It gave me the butterflies, my stomach doing flips as he did so.

"So, my chemistry notebook?" Joochan questions and I almost forgot about it.

"Oh, right." I go to my seat already and search for that damn notebook but I tilt my head to the side, eyebrows scrunching when I didn't see it inside my bag.

"Where..." I mutter, thinking where in the world could that problematic notebook be.

"Why? What's wrong?" Joochan glances at me, leaning on his desk.

"I-I can't find it..."

I turn my bag over and pour all the things out to my desk, but no sign of the notebook could be found.

I facepalm myself. "Ugh, I probably left it at home."

Joochan grins, displaying my doodle notebook in his hands, waving it in my face. "That means I'm still keeping this."

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Im still lost at how ill keep this story going, idek if it's still good or not you tell me loves if it's alright