𝐒 𝐔 𝐂 𝐂 𝐔 𝐁 𝐔 𝐒 | ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ [𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘣𝘶𝘴]

𝐗𝐗𝐕

Yeosang was sprawled in his couch, one arm under his head as a pillow and the other in mid-air, holding his collection of poetries while the soft notes of "Clair de Lune" by Debussy played in the background, accompanied by the pouring rain outside the window. According to Yeosang, that was the best day to relax with a good book and forget about the mess that was going on with his life.

Firstly, the demon that injured Jieun. Secondly, Kihyun and Jieun being way too close to each other, to be just friends. Last, but not least, Joo-Hyuk was a moron, for no specific reason, he was always a jerk.

Yeosang was jumping on his sofa. He was waiting for Jieun to collect her top and to give the male's t-shirt back. He wasn't interested in his t-shirt, he couldn't wait to spend some time alone with her.

As if he was calling her, Yeosang heard a knock in the wooden surface of the door, which made him jump down the couch, almost falling on his shoulder. He abandoned his book on the coffee table upside down, so that he wouldn't lose the page he was currently reading and dashed to open the door.

That sight reminded him of the day he had met the Succubus. Their first encounter had occurred in the same way: the demon with Jieun's appearances knocked on his door and he let her in, convinced she was the human Jieun. The rest is history.

Just like that afternoon, the beauty in person was standing out of the male's apartment, a cute and cunning smile on her lips as she caressed her arms to keep her warm. Yeosang's heart almost jumped out of his chest at how adorable she looked, at that moment, and he could tell with certainty that he couldn't stay angry with her. He didn't know what, but there was something telling him that she had no interest in Kihyun.

Yeosang moved on the side to let the girl enter and take off her boots to avoid soiling the floor. She pulled out of the bag Yeosang's t-shirt and handed it to him, whispering a "thank you, again". The male took it and went to his bedroom to put that away and to pick Jieun's top from his wardrobe.

Once he came back to his living room, he found the girl admiring his shelves with tons and tons of books, most of them old, a characteristic that, in his opinion, made a book looking even prettier. Jieun was standing there, her lips slightly parted as she almost got lost between those literary works. She had to admit that Yeosang had taste in books, she had to expect it.

His shadow was what snapped Jieun back to reality, making her whip her head towards his figure.

"I have never noticed all these books."

She claimed, moving her eyes back on the shelves and scanning them like some sort of super technological machine. Her stare wandered on the numerous titles of his collection, freeing a hum every time she met a work she knew or that she liked.