1959

Library crush||(1)

                             1959 January

Jisung quietly closed the door behind him, he checked himself in then went to the novel section. Jisung picked himself a book out and looked at the cover.

"The great Gatsby." Jisung muttered under his breathe, looking at the book. Also making sure to be quiet since it was a library after all. Jisung decided to put it back on the shelf since he wasn't so into romance novels, neither did he believe in love too. Instead, he went out of the novels section and went to fiction. He picked out the book 'the secret of chimneys'. He thought it was a weird name but kept it since his friends kept recommending it to him.

Jisung looked through the pages, few by few. The yellow-ish tint covering every single page.

"I heard that book came out a very long time ago." A soft still voice came from beside him, "I think." The stranger scratched his head.

Jisung looked to the right of him and saw a handsome, beautiful chiseled face. 'Was he even real?' Jisung thought. He paused, his eyes gazing upon a beautiful sight, close to an artwork.

"Hello?" The boy giggled clumsily, just staring at Jisung who froze.

Realizing he was staring at him, he snapped out, "Are-Are you talking to me?" Jisung looked around, it was just the stranger and him.

"Of course I am."

"Oh, Im sorry." Jisung scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

"No, no, there is no need to be sorry." He lowly said.

"Do you-- Do you need anything?" Jisung put his hand down from his neck to play with the bottom of his shirt from a little anxiety. "Do you?"

With no answer, the strangers ears got a little red. Jisung giggled, noticing the strangers red ears.

"Well, then, ill see you around tomorrow." The stranger smiled contently.

"Yea.. see you later too." Jisung spoke, still being as quiet as a mouse.

Jisung watched as the stranger left to go check out his books and walk out the front door.

"That was random..." Jisung switched his books to his right hand.

Jisung always found that strange man every time he was at the library, it was like he lived there, but sadly, he obviously doesn't live there.  They always took quick glances at each other and giggle it off but they never actually spoke to each other once until now. Oh how Jisung regretted not introducing himself to the stranger and not telling his name to him.

Jisung picked out his last few books and went to the checkout to checkout his books. During the checkout, all he did was think about the strangers fine chiseled jawline and nose it was like he was made from Aphrodite, the woman herself. Jisung finally checked out all his books. He walked out of the library and made sure to close the door quietly behind him. Thinking of a place of where to read his books, he chose the park. He walked on the pathway to the park. Since the park really wasn't that far, he'd only just need to walk a street down.

He got to the park, trying to find where to sit. He never really hung out alone or to be specific, without a friend, since it was all due to anxiety or something like that.

After minutes of looking for a perfect spot, he spotted a tree near the grand lake. The ducks quacked and the birds tweeted. The tree covered the ground from the sun with shade, definitely the perfect spot for Jisung. He sat down under the tree and started reading, opening to the first page and reading the yellow tinted page slowly.

After reading a few pages, he got bored and his first distinct was to ignore the book and just admire his surroundings, and so he did. He left his book open on his lap and immediately just looked at his surroundings, but something caught his eye. Who is that? Jisung squinted his eyes, is that the guy from the library?

Minho just sat on the park bench, looking around the atmosphere, noticing the butterflies and birds that swirl around each other in euphoria. It's like they had a romance, too bad he didn't have a romance in his life. If only he'd find somebody.

Suddenly, Minho felt a presence that was looking at him from afar. He doesn't like to be stared at. Minho tried finding the being of it, he looked at the far right of him, and looked at the far left of him. Is that... the cute boy from the library? Oh, it is him.

Minho had a huge crush on him since the first glance between each other. The way he talks, the way he walks, and the way he giggles is quite precious to him. It's like a huge pearl found in the tiniest oyster, but he didn't even know his name. Minho glanced his way and it took him a second to realize who it was. Minho smiled and waved at the being in admiration. The stranger smiled back at him, his rosy pink cheeks getting pinker by the second. Noticing this, he'd suddenly cover his heart shaped smile with the book that was on his lap. The stranger realized they were looking at each other, he got shy, waved bye and left to go somewhere else. Minho's smile would slowly but surely fade away.

Oh, how Minho wishes he could pause at the boys smile, he could look at that smile all day. Even if he did he would never take his eyes off of it, he would never get tired of it. Too bad the stranger left.

Jisung really has to find out his name, too sad he was shy.