"Yes, Hoseok, I promise I won't forget." I continue walking, still pressing my cellphone to my ear. "I'll pick up your dinner. I promise. Yes. Don't worry." I step through the front doors of the building. I sigh at his statement. "I forget your food one time and you never let me hear the end of it! I'll see you in a little while. Yeah, I'm just picking up a new book. Alright. See ya."
I press the end call button and shove the phone into my back pocket. I head towards the front desk of the library, offering a smile. I greet, "Hey, Jinyoung."
The black-haired man looks up from his book. He smiles. "Hi, Namjoon." He glances at the book in my own hand. "Finished already?"
"You know it," I answer with a wink. "Has the next one come in yet?"
"This morning." I broke out into a wide smile. He waved me off. "You know where to find it."
Smiling, I headed for the section at the very back of the library. I quicken my pace, eager to achieve the last book in the series. After waiting weeks for the book to arrive, I have reason to be excited. I wander through the large and long book shelves, almost at the exact spot where the book is...
"OH MY GOD!"
The two men both turn to me, faces burning red. The brunette scrambles to get off his hyung, who is desperately trying to pull his jacket on. The dongsaeng covered his face with his tiny hands. His hair and clothes were messed up, and he mumbles, "S-Sorry, hyung."
"What the hell are you two doing?!"
The black haired hyung ran a hand through his hair and bit his bottom lip, probably trying to hide how swollen it is. "Hi, Namjoon. What's up?"
"Yoongi, stop acting like that just didn't happen!" I turn away for a moment, breathing in deeply. "Oh, god, I did not want to see that."
"Hyung, I'm sorry. We didn't think you were coming in today."
I widen my eyes at the youngest. "That's your excuse? Why are you at a library? Use a bed, why don't you!"
"You didn't even see anything," Yoongi defended.
"I saw enough." I did not want that ingrained in my head, but there was no getting rid of it. "Again, why are you here?"
"Taehyung is watching a movie with Jungkookie," Jimin said.
"And my roommate is in our dorm. Which makes it unusable."
"Gross," I groan. "Just, please leave. And please, oh please never come here again and start doing it in my favorite section."
Yoongi laughs. "No one comes back here. That's why it's the spot."
Jimin stands, and Yoongi follows. "Well, we're going to go now." A nervous smile comes to his face. "Bye, hyung!" Yoongi slings an arm across the youngest's shoulders and kisses him before heading away.
I try my best to push that sight out of my head-which is really difficult-and I search the shelves for the reason I came in the first place. My fingers slide over the spines of the books pressed against each other as I search.
Finally I spot it and let out a little "Yes!" as I pull it from its place on the shelf. I immediately open it to the first page.
"Just the thought of your lips against my skin makes me insane."
Huh. Maybe that's why people use this as a make out spot.
I continue reading. The previous books in the trilogy had love in it, and, although I'm not the biggest fan of romantic novels, these were my some of the best works I've read. The compassion, the adoration, the devotion. The main character will do anything for his lover. If she asked him to travel to the ends of the earth, he would. Hell, if she asked him to cut open one of the veins in his arm, he would. I'd like to think of myself in that way. I'd treat my beloved like royalty if they'd let me.
