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"Stop playing with your phone.."

She steadily rushing her hands onto his lap, a sign for him to stop playing.

"Wait, I need to pay this online books first."

The guy who never get tired of books. Sometimes he do smells like papers, the english novel's paper one. Every inches of his fingers, lingering no other places than books. He said, books kind of seductive.

She loves it. The way he giggles reading, or even when he's keeping a stern reaction while reading. Jinyoung was too adorable in everything.

Jinyoung's said,

Reading something that makes you cry or laugh, alone, simply because it makes you feel — in a way you are rarely lucky enough to feel — that there are such masterpieces exist in this world.

He always brag about the characters, leads from the pieces he read. Asking, 'where his story leading to if he start writing?'

"Are you done yet?"

"Yes." Jinyoung put down the phone to his side, staring at her, filling with hidden smiles, unreachable grin.

"Do— you need to read again—today?"

He simply nod, and now the smiles finally surfaces on his face. "Yes, a few more pages."

The stern yet fit body of him turn to the left grabbing the bag on the couch. Dark brown bag, with some patches on it. The pretty hand slowly taking out the piece he current read, The Memory.

She smile, quickly slide in between his legs, who's already flip the pages of his last read. She rest her head on the top of his shoulder, feeling every courses of the arm veins that might pop out. She possible cause a scene, either reading with Jinyoung or just distracting the immersion of his reading.

But she more to place a gentle kisses on his fairly neck with the sharp adam's apple and the well placed jawline.