Chapter 07 "Butterfly Girl"   Myungsoo is sitting at the bench at the garden while Yoona is having her afternoon tea. He had a blank notebook and pen in front of him. He crossed his arms while closing his eyes.

“Poem?” Howon asked.
Myungsoo had explained the poem and the book about the treasure he found few days ago to his partner in crime.
“Yeah. You know I’m not great with riddles and poems and such. It was a short one, but I couldn’t understand what it meant.” Myungsoo sighed.
“That’s true. You’re not the literacy type after all.” Howon started to brainstorm. They both brainstormed, thinking on ways to solve those riddles.
“Oh I know! How about writing your own poem?”
Myungsoo gave him a look. “Are you crazy? I don’t even know how to rhyme!”
“Well it doesn’t always have to be rhymed, right? And, if you managed to get into your inner poet, perhaps you could understand what that poem trying to say!”
“But what should I write?”
“Just write something that is close to you. Simple as that.” Howon shrugged.

Something close, something close… He opened his eyes and stare at the empty page. Should I write something about papers? Ah! Maybe I could write about paper cuts! He then grabbed the pen and start writing on the paper.

                                                                                                White paper
                                                                                            Like a sharpener
                                                                                         You hurt my finger
                                                                                            Ouch, my finger

Myungsoo stared at his poem and made a face. This won’t do. He tore the page and curled it into a ball and toss it away to the trash can near him. He’s been doing this for almost half an hour already. Writing, tearing, and then threw the paper into the trash can. He grabbed his hair in frustration. He really want to scream right then, but he doesn’t want to be called a freak, does he? So he bit his hand instead. What should I do?? His eyes searched for something to used as an inspiration. Flowers? Did that. Rocks? Did that a minute ago. Pen? No way. That gardener ahjussi over there? His eyes landed on the old man who’s busy pulling weeds. Did that like, 25 minutes ago? And I have to say, it’s my best work so far. He let out a small chuckle.

Yoona was looking around when she saw him giggling like a fangirl on his own. What the hell is he doing? Giggling like a girl. She slightly shook her head. To be honest, he’s been acting weird ever since his friend visited him.

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