THE BOOK OF EXO SHIPS

SULAY

It wasn't like he came here to the library every week. But he totally did.

And it wasn't like he came here to study for classes he already knew everything about. But he totally did.

And it also wasn't like his new second motivation for coming was the gorgeous boy who always sat on the sofa in the corner of the study area next to the window.

But, well, he totally was.

Kim Junmyeon was a strong believer in the nonexistence of perfection. Simply because nothing could be so immaculately put together to call perfect. But the strange boy was the closest he'd ever seen and there was no one who could change his mind.

"I still think Jongin is better looking," said Kyungsoo, barely glancing up from his textbook.

"And Luhan," piped Sehun, barely glancing up from his manga.

Junmyeon groaned into his hands. "You're both absolutely useless. I don't care if he's good looking or not, just... look at him!" He waved his hands as indiscreetly as he could. The mystery-boy was reading classics today, flipping slowly through pages as he ate up the words that Junmyeon could only imagine the pages fed him. "His aura, his ambience, his character. He envelops perfection."

And okay, maybe he was kind of insanely good looking too. But judging someone on looks was beyond Junmyeon's humble and mature persona and he couldn't risk having his inner indulgences revealed to these two.

Sehun let out an obnoxiously loud sigh before leaning his chair on its back legs and crossing his arms behind his head. Like a troublemaker. "Hyung, as much as we support you, we can barely remember the joys of chasing after someone who doesn't even know your name."

Junmyeon was tempted to groan again. Of course they didn't. They'd both been taken for years now. Kyungsoo and Jongin, Sehun and Luhan. Those years they'd ridiculed themselves to impress their hyungs had been the best. And now it was just Junmyeon left. 

He'd at least expected Kyungsoo to be more sympathetic about it. He'd met Jongin at a cafe, after all.

"Hyung," Kyungsoo said, putting his book down. "Why don't you just go ask for his name and number?"

Well it took you a couple months before you could tell Jongin your freaking order, he wanted to say. He was beyond frustrated. Why had he invited these two to come with him this time around? Oh yeah, they were his friends. But he had other friends too. 

Unfortunately, they were just as bad.

"Want me to ask him for you?" Baekhyun grinned up at him a week after Kyungsoo and Sehun had come. Beside him, Chanyeol had his arm slung around Baekhyun's shoulders, head in the crook of his neck, as if public PDA was something they often did. 

"Yeah, hyung. It's not that hard, is it?" Chanyeol asked, voice reaching utterly impossibly low registers.

Oh but it was that bad. There had been one week Junmyeon fondly called both his best and worst when he'd bumped into mystery-boy between the aisles. He'd been right in front of the book Junmyeon was aiming for. He'd walked up, ready to ask for him to please move over when, all of a sudden, mystery-boy had looked up from his novel, eyes wide and curious as to why he was being approached.

"I... I, uh. Could, um. Please." Junmyeon had frozen up, lamely pointing to the book he needed. 

Mystery-boy had cocked his head to one side, a small smirk curling up from his lips. Even worse, there was a dimple. Oh good lord, why did there always have to be a dimple? Crescent digging into his right cheek, mystery-boy smiled when he realized what Junmyeon wanted. "Sorry, should I move?"