Fall For Me | Namjoon [√]

12: the line between us

PARK SOOMI'S POV

"Let's go to a field trip today."

"Why?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow. I was here at Namjoon's place like every other day for my early morning endeavours but he here he was, looking like he was ready to go outside.

"Yeah, let's go to a library today," he said picking up his round spectacles from the table. I followed him to the main door where he pulled out keys to lock the door from this outside.

"Which library?" I asked, a little dumbfounded.

"There's a library here, right in this neighbourhood, you didn't know?"

"Well, I, I'm not a nerd like you!" I defended myself. "You only came here and you already know about libraries?"

He flashed me a smile showing off his deep dimples. "It's been more than a week since I'm here. Of course, I'd know."

The weather was warm outside, not warm like it would bake you with the heat of the scalding sun. It was sunny, yet a cool breeze was following us around. Namjoon walked silently ahead of me. The streets were scarce of people this early, only a few school-girls sauntering here and there with their heavy bags, and droopy eyes. I noticed them stealing glances at him.

He looked fine today. With his hair messy, round specs on his face, blue and white striped shirt and faded jeans. The look suited him. Though I didn't know why, he was feeling a little different today.

Today, for the first time he felt like a teacher to me. Other days he'd feel like a friend who was older, or, maybe it was just my well wishes. Today I couldn't find things to talk about while we were walking and he just felt like someone I didn't know.

He took some turns and stopped in front of an age-old, cavernous library. He then held the glass door for me to go inside.

As soon as I'd entered, I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. There were tons of wooden shelves reaching the high ceiling, all filled with old and new, and all kinds of books.

I was never a true bookworm, but this place fascinated me. The old musty and woody scent of the shelves, and burnt candles and incense, and those books were really something. It was calm, serene with no other people but us and the old librarian. Time stopped right here.

"You're really something!" I whispered excitedly, following Namjoon's footsteps. "How come I never—"

"That's because I always look for a library first thing whenever I move to somewhere." He didn't let me finish and shoved a few thick books to my hands. His eyes wandered off to the shelves looking for more.

"I'll let you borrow some books with my library card, since you don't have one. You have to take good care of them, okay?"

"Yes, sir!" I mocked. "But why today?"

"It's your last day for a lesson anyway, isn't it?" He said still being busy with the books.

How did he know I wouldn't seek any more help from him starting tomorrow?

I wanted to ask, but seeing him so busy, I couldn't. Rest of the time, we didn't speak at all. He borrowed some books and we went out of the library where the sun greeted us back. I was holding two heavy bags filled with books.