Kiseop printed out the map of the route to the government and inspected it carefully. He ran a finger along the red lines which represented railways and sighed, getting up and making his way to his father's study.
He opened a cabinet, couple drawers, trying to find a paper clip or stapler, something to attach the map to a torn-out piece of paper where he would write down notes about what he would encounter on his little adventure. Oh, he found an item, but it wasn't a stapler. Instead, it was a picture of a couple with a child of about 2 or 3.
Gaping at the photo, the house phone rang which made him jump. He kept it on the table and walked over to the phone to answer it, "Hello?"
"Hi, Kiseop?" his father greeted. "I won't be home tonight because I have to go out of town for a meeting. There's food in the fridge. Take care of yourself."
"Yeah, okay," Kiseop huffed. This wasn't the first time his father had ditched him.
"Goodbye," he said as he hung up. Kiseop returned the farewell and hung up as well. Arms tied behind his back, he marched restlessly to and fro the room when it hit him. What if Hoon knew?
"Hi Kiseop," he answered. His voice was sleepy. Well, he couldn't blame him since it was 8 in the morning.
"Hi," he replied. "I need you to come over."
"Okay," he exhaled. Shouldn't he be objecting?
Within a few minutes, Hoon was over at his place. He was looking his usual perked up self despite the fact he had just woken up. Kiseop envied him sometimes, because he had nothing to worry about, and he was leading a perfect, happy life.
"So why'd you call me?" Hoon asked as he took a small sip of the ice-cold water he had offered him.
"This," Kiseop stated as he passed the photograph over to him.
"What about it?" the brunette interrogated as he took a wide-eyed glance at what he had just witnessed was in his friend's possession, then looked up at Kiseop who cleared his throat as he said, "I found this in my dad's study and...I have a feeling you know something about it."
