It was supposed to be a secret. A hidden dirty truth that wasn't considered to be anything. In the present or the future. But what if all this feel amazing, dirty yet so euphoric.
"Let me tell you." I pinned him with a serious stare and the way his...
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Pulling out the sleeves of my coat up to my arms. I heaved out inhaling and exhaling, tugging on my bottom lips. The nervousness was reeking in my system.
Meet me in the library. Her words kept running in my head and I was feeling helpless to not get stirred up by each second of taking the good damn steps near the big room I had always liked myself to keep up in.
The silence of the building out of the loud noisy students and the fresh scent of old and new books. The vintage look was something. The library was designed with such care to die for. Worth dying? Yes if I wouldn't be this apprehensive to enter.
The bold letters are beautifully carved over the wooden panel on the wall. Shaking me to snap out that I have reached the destination. Hell, I want to run away.
Scary cat. How ironic. Jimin had somehow picked up the pet name. After finding myself flinching by the door of my room in the middle of the night.
I heaved a breath raising my gaze meeting with the softness of the room, the brown complexion prominent of my beating heart.
" Pull yourself Namjoon " I utter giving myself the courage to face it. I have met her before and God that time felt a lot more different than now.
Clenching my hands right. Dragging off my feet inside the silence of the room filled with books placed in order. New and old decorated in each designated self and I couldn't bring up to not move near the historical section to find the books I have been indulging in for the past three months.
History says many things. Some teach us how great the people were before us and some showed the bitter truth about how we are now living the life they had put us in. Queries. I had always liked them.
But now none of them got my attention but a figure with long dark hair loosened down to her tiny waist that I had unknowingly craved to feel.
" I see. You came. " Her voice sounded soft as if searching for what made me so lost in this section of old books but little did she know it wasn't how she thought.
" Yes. I did " I utter my nervousness increasing with each passing second as I hear her click of heels on the marble ground. The calmness in the library had always satisfied me to the core that I had always found myself falling asleep on one of the desks behind the last self in the corner of the room.
" History? " My eyes find her slender fingers. The olive tan of her skin as I could only gaze up at her arms beside me. It's so hard to look at her even though I know she might not be thinking anything about how much hardship it is to feel this nervousness around someone.
" You like history. I never knew. They are not my things rather prefer reading body anatomy " The tip of her fingers touches the old covers of the books in the wooden self. The dirt might surely linger on her fingers but it felt like she didn't care.
