Notes | KNJ ✔

N i n e t e e n

A disappointment that left me confused. Leaving yet another question in mind.

Did he expected more?

I will never know the answer of all these questions if I don't ask him.

So, with all the confidence I have I decided to do what I was supposed to do. Talk to him.

It was finally time to stop keeping to myself. I didn't want to feel vulnerable, I want to laugh, I want to live.

We both were walking side by side. The weather is still chilly at this time of the day. We ushered inside the library/cafe. What more can you expect from two book lovers.

"What kind of books are you into?" He asked shuffling through various books trying to find the one he is looking for.

I leaned my head back on the shelves behind me thinking about it "um... Anything actually but I really like fictions." I answered glancing at him.

He stopped and looked at me "and...why fictions?" He asked quirking his brows. His voice so subtle and smooth.

I turned my head forward "because it is fascinating to me. How the writer makes his own world inside his head and make it alive. It's just a mere imagination that makes us think if it is actually real, it makes us believe in magical things." I said smiling confident with my answer.

He nodded his head chuckling "that is actually fascinating now that you say it like that." He straightened himself crossing his arms and legs over each other leaning his side on the shelves looking at me.

I was very well aware about his smiling eyes on me but I just couldn't look him. I was slowly growing nervous and becoming a blushing mess.

You nervously shift around growing hot by the minute.

Maybe, he noticed me growing uncomfortable, and realised he was basically staring at me for 10 minutes straight smiling at me. Because he instantly started hastily looking through the books.

I caught a glimpse of pink on his cheeks.

I was smiling widely. My heart and mind was so light. I felt like a cloud. There was a connection between us. We don't know each other well but still there is something, that I am yet to point out.

"What are you looking for?" I carefully moved behind him trying to look at what he is looking at.

"Uh.. Demian by Hermann Hesse."

"What is it about?" I enquired growing interested in the book mentioned.

"It's about a boy's experience that shaped his worldview." He keeps looking.

"Ahhh... Interesting. Um I know where it can be." I skipped over to the shelves lined at the back of the library, where not many people go. As he has looked through almost every shelf I assumed it must be here.

I shuffled through the lower shelf. Failing to find it. I dragged the ladder and placed it infront of me carefully climbing on it.

"Ah! There it is!" I instantly lifted myself on my toes to reach it. Jumping a little in the process. I completely forgot I was on a ladder. If I fall. I could probably break a bone or two. But the excitement for finding the book was much more then the fear of fracture.

This time I jumped a little higher, I was successful in grabbing the book but..... Not in balancing myself. I tumbled backwards and the next thing I know I was falling down.

I prepared myself to feel that force of collision but it never came. Instead I felt something warm and soft against my back.

My eyes were closed. My heart was beating fast.

And my back was beating also? Back breaths?

That's when I realised I am on someone. And that someone has saved me, his hands holding my waist securely.

I don't know why I didn't do anything to get up. Maybe because I haven't feel this safe before.

"Are you okay?" A hot breath fanned my ears sending shivers down my spine.

I nodded and got up "yes and thank you." I fixed my skirt trying to ignore his eyes.

He got up as well rubbing the back of his neck "that's good. And look you got the book. Thank you so much!" He excitedly jumped.

"Yea..." I handled him the book.

"By the Namjoon I found your notes."

Cliche much?

It's a long one...

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