When you say my name -Wooyoung

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴠɪ: 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓎

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"Is there somewhere we can rendezvous to discuss designs?" I prodded, nudging Ollie's arm to make him glance up from his phone and slide his headphones down around his neck.

"Can't be at my apartment. I live with my hyung and it's pure mayhem over there most days thanks to his raucous friends," he sighed, slumping back in his chair.

"I live with my aunt, but her tiny apartment is out of the question," I grumbled, mimicking his posture.

"Damn, I guess it'll have to be on campus then," he proposed. "Even though I was hoping to avoid lingering here any longer than necessary," he exhaled heavily, shoulders drooping.

"There's always the bookstore" I raised a brow and turned to look at him expectantly.

"Fine with me, as long as you're okay with spending even more time at work" he chuckled lightly.

"I adore it there so no complaints from me" I smiled widely, my eyes closing in contentment. "We could make that the official meeting place and there are not many rules about volume so as long as we aren't too loud, we can speak freely."

The scent of freshly printed books and the hushed whispers of students enveloped us as we entered.

"Quite a different vibe here," Ollie observed, scanning the rows of neatly arranged books lining the shelves. "Quiet and contemplative."

"It's nice, right? Coming here always provides me with a sense of peace," I sighed as I inhaled deeply letting the scent of the books seep into my bones.

We found an empty table tucked away in a corner, away from prying eyes and distractions. Settling down, we laid out our sketchbooks, pens, and a cup of steaming coffee for each of us.

"So, let's talk designs," Ollie said eagerly, flipping open his sketchbook to a blank page. "What are you envisioning for our project?"

I leaned back in my chair, brows furrowing as I pondered the question. "I'm thinking of something bold and eye-catching," I mused. "Maybe incorporate geometric patterns or splashes of vibrant colors."

"Or we could go the simple route and design something visually pleasing," Ollie responded, his hand wrapped around his pencil as he doodled on the page. I caught the outline of a model being made and I knew the wheels were already turning in his head. He opened his mouth to add more when loud voices echoed through the bookstore.

We both turned our heads to see where the noise was coming from as a group of eight males wandered in. I looked back to Ollie who had a scowl plastered on his face as he stared at them. My eyes moved back toward the group of guys when once again, my eyes landed on him, the guy I saw in the food hall. I reached for the only thing I could see, Ollie's notebook, and shoved it in front of my face. Not again.

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