You two couldn't be more different. He was a wild smoker, who never had a problem telling someone what was on his mind. You were an anxious, silent, book worm. The most unlikely couple.
You were more focused on school than anything. Academics were your way out of here.
Maybe you would of never met Gakupo if he hasn't been sent into the library to check out a book.
// Six months ago. //
You were in your own world in the dark corner of the school's library. It was where you felt safe. The only place you could enjoy being in while in school.
The doors being shoved open snapped you out of your daze and startled you. A man with purple hair tied back and a sucker in his mouth glanced around the room.
The only two people in here were you and the librarian, until he came in. His eyes stopped at you. Thinking you had been caught staring, you quickly turned your attetion to the book in your hand.
Your stomatch tightened as you heard his footsteps coming your way. He put his hands down on the table in front of you.
"Hi." He had a deep voice with an obvious charm lurking in his words. He spoke with the sucker still in his mouth. "You look like you're here a lot. Can you help me find a book?"
Your cheeks burned as your eyes locked. Not only because he was speaking to you, but because he was right about you being here often.
Every day, in fact.
"A book?" You managed to get out. "Uh, what kind of book are you looking for?"
His grin was slow, slow like honey dripping.
"So you are here often. I knew it. Come look with me, tell me what's good and what's not?" He took the sucker out of his mouth. It made a popping noise.
"Well, I'm actually reading-" He gently pushed the book down.
"Please? I don't read. You do. Tell me what's interesting." He said sweetly, pushing his sucker between his lips.
"I can.. For a minute." You muttered, your eyes looking down at his hand on your book.
"Thank you, doll. Show me around." He removed his hand and continued to look around the room.
You slowly got to your feet, placing a book mark at the top of your page before shutting it.
He began to walk to the mystery section, so you hurried after him.
After browsing through all the books, he ended up getting a book about American History.
Not what you expected at all, but.. Who were you to judge?
As he was checking out the book, you headed back to your corner. A hand on your shoulder made you jump and turn your head.
"Yes?" You asked meekly.
"What's your name? You don't talk a lot." Gakupo twirled his sucker around in his mouth.
"(Y/N)?"
"I'm Gakupo. Maybe I'll see you again?" He stuck out his hand to you. You took it gently and grimaced when he squeezed your hand.
He hand big hands. They were strong and warm. Your hands were tiny and always cold.
"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry." He chuckled and gave your hand another squeeze.
"Ah! Stop it." You raised your voice a little, shaking off his grip. You rubbed your hand, face a red mess.
Gakupo was taken aback by that. You'd hardly said anything let alone get a bit loud. He had a grin on his face.
"I like them loud." Gakupo turned on his heel and headed for the door. "Catch you later, book worm!"
The encounter made no sense to you. You watched as he left the room, still rubbing your hand.
The next few days you hadn't seen him. But you wanted to. He was interesting to you.
You were closing your locker and right as you did, a hand smacked over the top of your head, hitting the locker. It made you jump.
"Woah, book worm, chill." Gakupo laughed at your expression. Eyes wide, lips parted. "I didn't think I'd get you that good."
The way he was treating your embarrassment was irritating you, to say the least.
You puffed up your cheeks and briskly walked to your class, leaving him behind.
"Hey, book worm!" He called. You ignored him and quickened your pace, not wanting to have to deal with him.
You ran to the library instead of your class. You wanted to think for a bit.. Think of his purple locks and sucker addiction.
You weren't going to lie and say he wasn't attractive. He really is hot and the fact that he was speaking to you was shocking.
You went unnoticed. No one cared what you had to say, but he wanted your opinion on books. Maybe you were over thinking it, but it was nice to dream someone was interested in you.
Settling in the same spot you usually did, you put your head down.
Why do I overthink everything? He was only being nice to me and now I can't get him out of my head. Why am I this way?
You shook all the thoughts you had out of your head.
Just breathe.
The doors being opened didn't get your attetion this time. You decided to act as if you were reading and take a nap instead. You were oblivious to the sound of footsteps.
"You look like a wreck." The deep voice snapped you out of your sleepy state. "Are you sleeping? I didn't think you were the type to sleep during school hours."
You lifted your head, staring up at him with parted lips. His face made you angry.
Who did he think he was, coming out of nowhere and messing up all your thoughts? Scattering your once organized brain.
"Hey, what's with the face? Are you upset? Did I say something?" He leaned closer and the smell of cigarettes filled your nose.
"You smoke?" You asked bluntly, dodging all his questions.
"Uh, I do. How do you know that?" He sat across from you.
"What are you doing?" You asked in a soft voice, starting to get up.
"Sit with me."
"No, I should be going to class-"
"Please? Sit with me, (Y/N)?" A frown on his face as he asked.
That's the first time he called you by his name. It took you by surprise, you were used to getting called book worm.
Taking your seat again, your eyes were staring straight down.
// Months later, in your point of view. //
That's how we met. A book about American History for an English class. Turns out, he was sent down there to check out a book because he never did out side of school.
We met like that for a few months before he asked me on a date. Very old fashioned, movie and dinner. He even brought flowers. I'm not complaining, I loved it.
I used to hate the smell of cigarettes, it was so disgusting. But now that's what home smells like. If I'm ever on the street and inhale it, he's all I think about.
