— oo4. until you're over
w. jimin
after a long week stuffed with schedules, pedaling up and down every possible neighborhood (and sometimes even taking the train, if it’s a especially profitable day), there’s nothing chaeyeon expects as much as the weekends. no, she did not – couldn’t hate her job even if she stopped to think about it, but when she retires her bicycle on saturday morning and it doesn’t take more than ten minutes to arrive to her own private mecca, she can feel the keys as light between dainty hands as her feet felt on concrete.
working on the outdoors didn’t fail to make her feel as if she had her freedom at reach again, after so long on a gruesome opposite, but it could also be tiring and limited–as much as she adored new york, it was not her land and it held so many underlining dangers she could feel the hidden worries trying to pour out. within four walls – especially these old, precarious ones – and with hundred of books in her literal reach, surprisingly she didn’t feel in need to ground herself. she had all the time in the world, and too many titles and universes and lives to drown herself with for as long as business hours went.
sometimes, however, it’s not all that good that she’s so distracted by cataloging. it may not always feel like it, but having a library open for the public under her hands and supposedly watching eyes is a responsibility and the femme should live up for it, actually paying attention to the movement of people within the small building – but she ends up failing at it sometimes, too caught up on what john will tell john on this next page.
today it’s one of these days, and it’s only a rather loud sound that makes her snap out of written slice of life realities to look at her own. carefully she marks down the page, standing up quietly to check on what could be making such a noise between shelves. rats again? those she could deal with, but if there were termites or any other kind of insect…chaeyeon can’t even think what it would mean to request budged to an already over budget place like this.
when she reaches the shelves, she finds no bugs, no rats, but only something – or rather, someones doing something – that scandalizes her deeper than any insect might.
“just what do you think you’re doing on a public place?!”