prompt: enemy reads your diary
you sat at a quiet corner in the university library, tapping your pen against your open diary. the hushed atmosphere usually brought you solace.
you scribbled down a few more thoughts before closing the diary with a sigh. standing up, you stretched and gathered your belongings, slipping the diary under your arm.
as you walked out, your thoughts were still on the pages you had just written. lost in your musings, you didn't notice when the diary slipped from under your arm and fell to the floor. you continued walking, completely unaware.
a few minutes later, as you approached the campus café, a sudden panic gripped you. you patted your bag and realized the diary wasn't there. your heart raced as you turned on your heel and rushed back to the library, hoping it was still where you left it.
bursting through the library doors, you scanned the area where you had been sitting, but the diary was nowhere to be found. you retraced your steps, searching frantically under tables and chairs.
your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you pulled it out to see a call from your friend.
"hey, where are you? class is about to start," mina says.
"i need a second," you replied, your voice tense.
hanging up, you hurried to the librarian's desk. "excuse me, did anyone turn in a diary? i think i lost it here."
the librarian shook her head. "i'm sorry, i haven't seen anything like that."
you felt a wave of despair wash over you. "thank you," you murmured, turning away. your mind raced with thoughts of who could have found it and what they might do with the information inside.
you decided to check your locker, just in case. fumbling with the combination lock, you finally swung it open. as you leaned in to peer inside, the locker door suddenly slammed shut, making you flinch.
"you," you muttered, your voice tinged with annoyance and suspicion.
you turned to see junhui standing there, looking somewhat amused. he held your diary in his hand, the cover slightly worn from his handling.
your heart sank as you realized he had taken your diary intentionally. "give it back, junhui," you demanded, holding out your hand.
he tilted his head, studying you with mild interest. "you write quite passionately about minghao," he remarked casually.
your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and anger. "that's none of your business," you snapped, trying to hide your unease.
"true," he agreed, his tone nonchalant. "but now it is, isn't it?"
you clenched your fists, feeling a surge of frustration. "just give it back," you insisted, your voice trembling slightly.
he held the diary just out of your reach, his fingers casually flipping through the pages. "you know," he started, his tone just nonchalant, "i didn't realize you had such a soft spot for art club's resident heartthrob."
your face burned with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "give it back, junhui," you repeated through, your hand still outstretched.
he ignored your demand, his eyes scanning the pages with interest. "it's fascinating, really," he mused, his smirk growing more pronounced. "all these hidden desires and secret crushes."
"stop reading it!" you snapped, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
he finally looked up at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "make me," he challenged, dangling the diary just a bit closer.
