Stray Kids one shots #2 || honeyndwild

Seungmin | what happens in the library stays in the library

Summary: this pic. I don't know what else to add here...

Seungmin just stares the heck out of y/n while they have a study session in the library, and then pops up with that proposal. That's it🤦🏼‍♀️

You notice his stare when your pen flies out of your fingers, and you need to look away from your computer to catch it.

You see him right there with your peripheral vision. He sits a few tables away from you, a relaxed figure, leaning on his chair with his head turned to you.

At first, you think he's just dozed off with his eyes wide open. But then the heaviness of someone's stare finally crawls under your skin, making you want to shrink yourself, and you realise that yes, he does stare at you.

And, of course, the fact that you glance at him and meet his eyes also confirms your suspicions.

The library is big, cold and empty. The bookshelves, almost reaching the skies, a little too yellow light from triangular table lamps and cold breeze sticking to your back (because even in an almost empty hall you decided to choose the table at the very corner, right next to the opened door).

But it's alright. The tea in your thermos is painfully hot, the sleeves of your fluffy jacket are long enough to give your red fingers a bit of warmth. And the silence, the thing you need the most to finish your work, is also here. Not a heavy one, but comforting, with a buzzing of a few heaters placed here and there, and a few people talking in the lobby.

And you honestly, truly enjoy it, this studying session. The only thing that bothers you is that he's still here. And he's still staring.

The first thing you know is that you definitely don't know him.

Brown, slightly wavy hair? Dark eyes shining from under the semi-long fringe? There are too many people like him in this city.

Grey hoodie? Long, lean fingers? He might be one of your classmates, you might've met him at one of your lectures, but, again, there are too many boys like him here, and you're not that good with faces.

(You're REALLY good with faces, but admitting to yourself that you purposely don't look around, afraid to catch crushes... You don't feel like doing that right now. Not when you decided to prioritize education this year.)

And still, it doesn't stop you from glancing at him once again.

Yeah, grey hoodie, dark eyes, long fingers playing with a pack of chewing gum. Notebooks and pens, neatly placed in front of him on the table. A glass with half-drunk iced coffee—

Oh, goodness!

You notice it only now, the coffee is as dark as his eyes, without the slightest drop of milk!..

You can't trust people who can drink coffee without milk. Without sugar? Sure. Hot or iced? Whatever, you don't care. Decaf? More than okay.

But, just plain dark bitter coffee?