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2nd place winner for prompt: Kisses

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Boo Seungkwan frantically dumped out the contents of his book bag onto a black bench. The school day had just ended and he had reached into his bag when he discovered his drawing notebook was missing. The one particular item he needed to survive a bus ride home. Seungkwan's notebook was not there. The end of the school year was soon; how would he survive the noisy, irritating, bus rides?

Seungkwan closed his eyes, let out a breath, and tried to calm himself down. The only things that mattered inside that notebook were some drawings of people he knew. It would be fine if someone looked. Totally.

His eyes popped open. Unless they went to the part when he doodled Choi Hansol for seven pages straight. Panicking for real now, Seungkwan stuffed everything back in his bag and raced to the office to check the lost and found.

"Mr. Lee!" Seungkwan called as he saw the secretary packing up. "Mr. Lee, please wait!"

"What do you want Seungkwan?" Lee Jihoon asked, irritated. "You know that the school office is closed to the public five minutes after the school day finishes."

"I know Mr. Lee. Please will you let me check the lost and found? I'm missing something important."

Mr. Lee sighed. "Is it that notebook you always carry around?"

"Yes," confirmed Seungkwan. Seeing that the secretary was close to cracking, Seungkwan threw in his most desperate face. "Please?"

"Oh, fine! Be quick," consented Mr. Lee. "The principal won't be happy if he finds out." He swung the brown, office door open for the taller student.

"Thanks Mr. Lee, you're the best!" Seungkwan rummaged through the big bin for a few minutes. There was no sign of a pink and blue notebook with the words 'Boo Seungkwan' on it. "I couldn't find it. Thank you for the help Mr. Lee!"

The secretary nodded. "Now skedaddle before you miss your bus."

"My bus!" Seungkwan dashed outside in time to see his scheduled bus pull away from the curb. "No!" He put his hands to his face. "This day is turning out to be a nightmare."

Quickly, Seungkwan went over how his day went and where his notebook was during the school day. He remembered where it was up until his last class where he definitely put it in a bag. If it wasn't his backpack, whose was it? He tried recalling whom he was sitting next to. The seating arrangement was free, so it was difficult for Seungkwan to remember.

"Hello?" An unfamiliar voice invaded Seungkwan's thoughts. "Am I interrupting something?"

Seungkwan was about to kick the person when he saw who it was. "Hi, Hansol." He tried to control his instincts who told him to run away. He instead became very interested in the sidewalk's cracks.

Hansol smirked. "Hey." His brown hair was styled to the point of perfection, the clothes he was wearing looked gorgeous on him, and his lazy smile made Seungkwan want to kiss him.

"So, why are you still here?" Seungkwan asked. He shuffled his feet and looked his crush in the eyes this time.

"I usually walk home," Hansol replied. "I thought you knew that."

Seungkwan did know that. "Why do you think that I know?"

"You sometimes wave to me when your bus passes by me."

"Oh, you're right." Seungkwan didn't think that he noticed. Drat. "Want to walk to our homes together?"

Hansol shrugged. "Sure." The black backpack on his shoulders was a regular weight on Hansol's shoulders, but after a few minutes, he noticed Seungkwan was having trouble keeping his backpack in place. "Stop," he told his classmate. Hansol bent and adjusted the backpack's black straps.