Doodles || hjc.

◐ twenty-seven ◑

Prepare for the tissues yall are in for some cute and sad shit for the next chaps

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I get up from the bed, blinking my eyes to adjust to the light inside the room, which is strangely clean.

"This is definitely not my room," I recall my messy excuse of a bedroom, clothes and papers flying all over the place. This place, however, is spotless. I guess it's a girl's room? But I don't have any girl friends. The walls look like they were bleached - it is that white and neat. The bed is well done and I think I might have ruined it. Everything about the room contrasted mine. "Where the hell am I?"

I stand up and go to the full-sized mirror on the wall to tie my hair as it's tangled with each other, some strands sticking onto my face. As soon as I make a decent ponytail, I gape at the room and its neatness, how the person was this so spot-on on cleaning the room.

But as I scrutinize a bit more I see bits of paper stuck on the wall, and now that I noticed it the other walls had little and tiny papers taped to the wall as well.

"What is this?" I near the wall and scratch it off, removing it from the walls. "Ahh, now its pure again."

The more I look at the room, the more I realize I'm in a guy's bedroom. I didn't mean to, but I did check some of the drawers and the closet and found some quite interesting and bothering things that I won't bother mentioning.

That's when I see the frame, sitting on the bedside table, did I figure out whose room this is.

I pick up the frame, gently, holding it out for me to see it clearly.

Tears threaten to fall on my face as I recall different memories from this one picture.

"Ahh! Finally, I found it." He came back to his bed, to where I was sitting at and sat close to me.

He held out a polaroid camera, one that was still good-looking as if it was bought just a while ago. He put film inside and grinned at me. "Want to take a picture?"

I looked at him curiously. "For what?"

"Just because I want to."

He held out the camera, flipped it so the lense faced us two. He slung an arm around my shoulder as I sniffed, and that's when he clicked it. The film slowly started to rise out of the camera and I frowned when it developed.

"I look ugly in the picture." I crossed my arms, mad at how my eyes were puffy from crying and how the picture captured the moment that I was pouting while sniffing.

Joochan's eyes sparkled in amusement as he saw the picture. "I think it's cute."

I forcefully grabbed the camera from his grasp and held it out in front of us. "Let's take another one."

I suddenly grabbed his shoulders, scooting closer since I wanted to put my cheeks closer to his and took the picture. I waited for it to develop to check if it was better than the first picture, and it definitely was.

Now I was the one who laughed. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

While I was displaying a huge grin (although my eyes were still red), Joochan's eyes were bulging as his head turned to my direction, which was a comical sight.

"I was shocked when you grabbed my shoulders," his cheeks reddened and I laughed more.

"I'm keeping this one." I chuckled to myself and tucked it inside one of my pockets.

"Then I guess I'm keeping the other one." He put the polaroid on his bedside table. "Promise you'll never let this picture go?"

"Never. You too, okay, Chanchan?"

"Promise."

And he actually did keep the other one. He stuck to his promise. I couldn't believe after all those years his picture was still intact. I smile, knowing how he treasured this photo.

And then I think of my copy.

I would've still kept the picture if it weren't for someone who stole it.

I put it in my notebook. The doodle notebook. It was pasted at the very first page of the notebook, and above the picture was a heart I drew with a red pen and an arrow pointing at Joochan.

A gasp escapes my lips as I realize that I am still in Joochan's room. "That notebook's got to be here somewhere..."

I search on his bedside table, where the frame is situated. I open the drawer, and mutter a victorious yes after I see the familiar cover on his bedside table. I immediately hold it, celebrating my reunion with my precious drawings.

"How stupid of him to hide it somewhere accessible, and I thought he was a smartass," I say my thoughts aloud, but then regret it since Joochan probably never knew that I'd be coming to his house today so he never got the chance to hide it somewhere else.

Before I could even open it, the door swings open, the physique of a wet Joochan with a towel on his waist, his hair still dripping, creating a mess on the floor entering in all its glory.

My eyes widen at how half-naked he walked in the room. It seems he is surprised to see me too, seeing him like that. His eyes move from mine to what I am holding and his eyes widen even more.

"Why do you have that---" Joochan lunges for me, taking the notebook from my hold but I resist, using my non-existent strength to never let go of the drawings.

But it is too late. The notebook flies out of my hand, and in one wrong move I accidentally hit the loose towel tied to his waist.

I shriek, covering my eyes to avoid seeing any disturbing content.

I need to rest to shoo my fever away, I don't need a junior to show up on my face since it will really not help me.

"Get your towel and tie it back now or I'll kick it and never have kids."