— &. GROW. BLOOM. DIE. WITHER. / @mmharin
yujun’s convinced the yosul resident librarian is a bit sadistic. the reading room is always kept five degrees colder than it should be, probably for said sadist’s entertainment. whoever the librarian is, they probably like watching students freeze to death or something. whatever, he doesn’t come here often anyways, having always been more of empty classroom type of guy. it’s spontaneous. how his feet lead him here on a whim. but he’s never questioned impulses like that, he just follows them. same old, same old.
it seems half the school had the same idea though, almost every seat in the library is taken. he walks up and down the aisles, eyes scanning. after doing a few laps around the room, however, it becomes apparent that there’s only one seat left available. it’s a nice spot—right next to the big windows. an equally as nice view. he gets why she chose it. what he doesn’t get is why no one else did either.
time should eventually mend all things. water should continue to flow, slow and steady, passing under every bridge. all that and more—these are the things that should happen. clearly, yujun was always some sort of exception. he’s really starting to hate that.
all he can do is sigh. then, ( finally ) he takes the first step towards the seat. towards her. it’s resolute and cautious all at once. he’s still not sure how to approach her even after all this time. how can he when there’s still that dull, blunt kind of ache that never fails to hit him square in the chest whenever he sees her? is it because he never got proper closure? ( it must be. )
“hey,” he breathes. the hand that’s not carrying books automatically comes up to run through his hair. he really needs to grow up. nerves are for broken hearted third years. he’s so far beyond that now. ( right? )
like a band-aid, yujun. just rip the damn thing off. “is anyone sitting here?” he asks, gesturing at the seat across from her. there. easy. the sting is already dissipating.
