Chapter 9
~Party's rocking in the house tonight~
The party is a blast. We were dancing, eating cake, and playing darts and other party games that didn't include alcohol for the most part luckily.
Why I went? First of all, my friends' persuasion skills are top tier, and second of all: the books.
Jungwon was fun to be around and he made me feel safe around those drunkards here.
With a sigh, both of us slumped down on the couch.
"I can't believe the party goes on for another 2 hours"
"Right??" I say and he looks at me with a mischievous smirk.
"How about we head to the library?"
"I wish we came to this idea sooner" I exclaim and the two of us jolt up from the couch, carefully heading to the library, trying not to gain any attention.
"There it is, I think," he says before quickly turning the door knob.
He swings the door open and both of us gasp, his hand freezing on the knub.
He averts his eyes and seeing that he is too stunned to speak, I grab the knob where his hand still rests and shut the door with a thud.
What did we see? Well, right before our eyes 2 people were making out. Very intensely. Gosh, making out is an understatement, can you even use that description?
We stare at each other, unable to speak before he quickly grabs my hand to lead me to the library.
"I'm traumatized," I say as I burst out laughing before hiding my head in his shoulder embarrassed of what we saw.
"Same. I think the library is behind the next door" he facepalms and puts his hand behind my back to lead me there.
His touch is gentle yet firm and all the previous thoughts about the embarrassing encounter vanish, the only thing I focus on is his lingering touch.
We open the door and both of us sigh at the same time.
It's so quiet here compared to the loud blasting music out there.
We sit down on the couch and begin to talk.
About the party. About Busan.
About life, friends, work, and more personal questions, like what the other one prefers.
After a long time, we actually start to talk about books. It took us quite some time, considering we were in a library.
"What's your favorite genre?" I ask and he starts to think.
We stand up and walk towards a shelf as he thinks.
"Fantasy...preferably with a romance sub-plot, you?"
"Actually also Fantasy..preferably with romance as one of the main plots. Contemporary is fine too..as long as it's romance, actually" I chuckle.
"You're quite the hopeless romantic, I see" he teases as we examine the books his wealthy friend has to offer.
I widen my eyes when I see a popular series that I, myself don't own, and immediately grab them, putting them on a nearby table.
"Already found a book you like?"
I nod. "I'll just pick out a lot of books and then decide which ones will make it"
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✓ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ | Yang Jungwon
Fanfiction❝...Though I still look at him, taking in his features. From his sharp jawline, aquiline nose, round big eyes, to his- Suddenly, he looks back at me and time begins to stand still. He lowers his head so that he is almost at eye level with me. Slow...
