“Nuna.”

Kim Soyeon is determinedly ignoring her younger brother. Whether he looks like a total pedo or an over-clingy boyfriend, Kim Soyeon is pissed and when she is pissed...

Kim Himchan’s temper isn't exactly nice to play with either.

“It’s just a freaking sketchbook!”

Soyeon spins around on her heels, glaring daggers at her ignorant brother, who is glaring shields back at her. Feeling a little defeated, yet doesn't want to show it, Soyeon stuffs her hand down her bag and pulls out a very familiar-looking bill.

Himchan’s hamster-like eyes widens.

“You pay your own medical bills now, I’m not going to be responsible for you anymore!” Soyeon fumes as she pushes the bill into Himchan’s chest and runs off, leaving behind a very dumbstruck boy.

Kim Himchan takes a few seconds to recover from his initial shock and scans down the medical bill.

This is definitely something he does not want to pay alone.

“NUNA! I’M SORRY! OH MY GOD. PLEASE FORGIVE ME. WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO FIND THAT MUCH MONEY? PLEASEEEEE?”

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“Moon Jongup!”

Kyumi squeaks out in partly shock and mostly surprise when she feels two familiar, strong arms sneak around her waist.

“Whaaaaaaaat?” Jongup drawls out sleepily as he rests his chin on her shoulder, refusing to let go. “I’m sleepy...”

“Didn’t you sleep throughout the whole day?”

One of Jongup’s eyes cracks open as he flashed a lazy grin. “What is sleep without you?”

Jang Kyumi responds with a slap in the arm.

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Jongup eyes scans the mansion-like private estate as he watches Kyumi kick open the gate in frustration and strides into the huge, empty house.

The house simply stinks of emptyness.

It has been here ever since Moon Jongup started living with them. He realises that Kyumi’s parents hardly returns home, and as cliché as it sounds, they are filthy rich.

Jang Kyumi’s parents are nice, if you have to put it into words. Of course, they are nice since they wordlessly pay the expenses of an extra person and treats Moon Jongup like their biological son.

Jongup opens the door to his bedroom and stands at the doorway for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob as he studies his own room.

He does this all the time, looking at things like he’s never seen them before.

As Moon Jongup walks into the room and closes the door with a heavy heart, the very subject that is bugging him for years came into his mind again.

Because he knew, someone worthless like him does not deserve any of this.

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The pencil lead breaks, having put under pressure by its owner for the past few seconds.

Kim Soyeon rages as she throws the pencil into a corner, on the verge of pulling her hair and entire scalp out.

What if he’s seen it already?

That one very thought is keeping her awake for most of the night, and Soyeon muffles her frustration through her pillow.

No one has ever seen the contents of that sketchbook before.

No one.

And now, a total stranger is reading it.

Kim Soyeon flips on her bed, burying her face into the warm and soft cat plushies as she begged and prays that Daehyun dude will not forget that it isn't his own sketchbook.

Just the mere imagination of a certain Daehyun flipping open a light blue sketchbook is enough to keep her awake all night.

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Meanwhile, at the other end of the house, a totally different situation is keeping Kim Himchan awake.

He isn't planning to sleep anyway. The migraines always gets to him at night.

The pale yellow light radiating from his small table lamp illuminates the entire room with a warm, yellowy colour.

He loves that colour.

It makes him feel warm, feel loved...

His eyes glances over to the pile of medicine tucked neatly in one corner of the table. As he reaches out for the row of pills right on top of the stack, he hits a nearby photo frame and a photograph falls out of it, facing downwards as it hit the floor.

Without realising what the contents of the picture may contain, Himchan picks it up and when he flips over to the other side, he immediately feels hot tears pricking at the side of his eyes.

His fingers slowly brushes over the words written on the photograph with a black permanent marker.

‘Kim Himchan! Hwaiting! You can do it! Remember, I’m always here for you. ♥’

The sides of the picture crumples a little as he tightens his grip, tears threatening to fall.

‘Love from Jung Sohyunnie ^^’