𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍 | ʙᴛs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇs

-Tomorrows-

"Some people enter your life like a whisper-
soft, fleeting, unexpected.
But somehow, their presence lingers,
like a promise you never knew you needed."

♛

-SOO-HYUN

The rain hadn't stopped all evening.

Soft drizzles turned into steady drops, tapping against the windows of the small bookstore where I worked. Outside, the streetlights flickered against the wet pavement, the world quiet except for the occasional car passing by.

I liked nights like this. They made the world feel smaller, like I wasn't missing anything by staying inside.

Then, the bell above the door chimed.

I looked up from the counter, expecting another customer seeking shelter from the rain. Instead, it was him.

The man who had been coming here every evening for the past week.

Tall, with slightly damp brown hair, a warm beige coat draped over his shoulders, and an old camera slung around his neck. He carried the scent of rain and something familiar-like autumn air or a fading memory.

He didn't go to the shelves right away. Instead, he strolled over to the counter, resting his elbows on the wood.

"You always work this late?" His voice was light, almost teasing.

I shrugged. "Someone has to."

His lips curled into a small smile. "Then I guess I'm lucky."

I rolled my eyes but didn't respond. He always said things like that-little comments that felt effortless but made me wonder if he meant them.

After a moment, he glanced toward the shelves. "Do you have a favorite book?"

I hesitated before pointing toward a well-worn copy of "The Little Prince."

He raised a brow. "A classic."

"It's not about the book itself," I said quietly. "It's about the way it makes you feel."

His gaze softened, something unreadable in his expression. "And how does it make you feel?"

Like I'm still searching for something.

I didn't say that out loud.

Instead, I asked, "Why do you come here every night?"

He didn't answer right away. The rain filled the silence between us, a quiet rhythm against the glass.

Finally, he said, "Because it feels like a place I'd want to stay."

Something in my chest tightened.

We stayed like that for a moment-just two people in a quiet bookstore, surrounded by stories neither of us were ready to tell.

Maybe he was just passing through.
Maybe I was just someone he'd forget once he left.

But tonight, under the soft glow of old lamps and the steady hum of rain, he was here.

And for now, that was enough.

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SEOKJIN

She always looked like she belonged here.

Among the books, the dim lighting, the soft scent of old pages and coffee. She moved through this space like she was part of it, yet somehow, I got the feeling she was just hiding here.