You're in love with the boy next door.

He was your neighbour's son, Bangchan. Goodness, he's just perfect. Whenever you're free, chilling in your room, you'd always spend it by staring at Bangchan through your window. Okay, it's not that you're a stalker, but you can't help but admire from afar. His looks, his smile, or how he looks when he's focused, there's not a day that goes by without visibly being in awe. You knew you don't know him personally—you've barely even had a proper introduction—but even just as subtle as watching him do things at home, you've learned a lot about him in such a short period.

During the past month, you observed lots. He's very helpful around the house; he does chores and helps his mom bake. He takes care and plays with his dog, which you found out it's name is Berry. He greets his neighbours outside whenever he's in the garden, and he studies well since he focuses on books. These are just a few things you noticed—you don't watch him 24/7, of course. Oh, and you can't forget the way he looks, those sweet brown eyes, black hair, cupid bow lips, and you can't help develop such an embarrassing crush on him.

You're an artist, you love drawing and giving gifts. So, even for just 5 minutes, you sometimes sketch Bangchan in your art notebook whenever he's busy. You sketched him while playing with Berry, while he washes dishes, helps his mom, even when he fell asleep on his desk—which was super cute for a grown man.

Your mom is also a baker, like Bangchan's mom. Oftenly, your mom gives out cookies to your neighbourhood. That day, your mom had some extra cookies, and she gave it to you. You put your drawing notebook on top of the jar, meaning you were going to eat it later. However, when you came back, the jar and your notebook was... gone?!

"Hey mom, where's the cookies you gave me?" You barged in the living room, where your mom was, in an obvious state of panic.

"Ah, I gave it to your neighbour, Bangchan. I thought you didn't want it anymore." Your eyes widened. Shoot, your notebook!