not so sneaky writer;
@advminseok
hakyeon sighs happily, a few books tucked under his arm as he sat down in a quiet area in the bookstore he was currently in. he likes the quiet space, the murmuring around him not invasive. bookstores gave him time to clear his mind, refresh himself after a busy day at work or the noisiness of the foundation.
he sets his choices down with a small smile, pinching his chin between his forefinger and thumb as he stares down at the books, trying to decide on which one to read first. they were all by ghost writers, as hakyeon often liked. he could never tell what stories would be about because of the name slapped on below the emboldened title of the book. they were mysterious, and hakyeon never knew what he would get himself into.
he settles on one that read colors unseen, sliding the other few off to the side as he opens the book, fingers sifting through the corners of the pages as he starts reading from the beginning. it isn’t hard to get lost in the book, to lose track of time, and hakyeon finds himself already halfway through by the time he checks the time, smiling a bit and continuing his read.