bts oneshot ( Editing)

When you find a letter inside a book in the library without knowing.....

Park Y/n is looking outside, lost in daydreaming while holding a book written by her favorite author. It's raining outside. It's really unusual to rain in this season. She has a coffee on her hand. She is sipping it absentmindedly. There are not many customers in the shop. She has been working in the shop for about two years now. She is from a middle-class family. Her parents own a dumpling and noodles shop. Her grandfather owned this bookstore, and now she owns it. This library has a very old history and has a good collection of old books. She has few staff members here to help her in the library, so having some alone time is easy. Her favorite author mostly writes romance fiction; every story is like a dream. Every time she reads them, she feels like she enters a different dimension. She has no idea what his life is like, but she always feels like he must have had a very good experience and be receptive to love.

" Is he married?" she thinks, as she doesn't know much about his private life. He lives lowkey but not in shadow. His picture is always attached to the cover, and he has a few interviews on different platforms, but he always avoids answering any personal information. So, there are always rumors around him.

She again sips his coffee, still looking outside.

A guy is staring at her curiously in the corner of the bookshop. His face is hidden with a mask and a baseball cap. He was reading an old classic Literature. But now his eyes stuck on the figure. It's his usual thing to do. He at first starts coming to the library to read the old literature the library has. It has quite a rich and valuable collection. He was fascinated to read them, but the beauty in front was more mesmerizing than anything else. She has long black wavy hair, dark brown eyes, caramel color skin, and a softness on her expression. Shy in nature but always talk with a smile.

A smile makes its place on his lips once he sees a smile on her lips. But soon, he comes back to reality with his phone buzzing. He checks the message and sighs. He puts the book Down and leaves.

Later that day

Y/n is cleaning and arranging a self in the corner that contains old books. She picks up a book that seems really old.

" When was it even published?" She says to herself. She flips some pages.

"1884" is written as the year of publication.

" Wah Grandpa had a very old collection of books. But who reads it now? " she thinks. She wipes the book and is about to keep it on the shelf, but a piece of paper falls from it. She holds the book and picks up the paper. She opens it.

" A letter." She is surprised.

Dear Stranger,

I find myself lost in the corner of the library, which seems like a different world from the outside. The peace here is a medicine for my restless mind. I often sit here and think about what will my life would look like if It were not complicated, and I could sit here forever in peace. Today, I felt compelled to leave a part of my heart in this letter, hoping it might reach someone who understands the peace and quietness I found in books. Do you also think the same? Do you also look for comfort in these pages?

Yours,

A Wanderer of Words.

The handwriting is elegant, the choice of words is fascinating, and the words hold longing. She is captivated by the letter. She feels something in her heart. She takes the letter with her.

Later at night.

She read the letter 100th of times. There is something in the letter that she couldn't stop reading. The letter merely has 6/7 sentences and is very simple. But she could feel the writer's mind. As if a soul full of elegance and maturity. She couldn't help but reply.