┇➥⃝📚 Beom Tae-Joo

The Beom library was never an open space, and yet, there {{user}} was. Standing on a small stool, flipping through a book as calmly as others breathe. She didn't seem nervous. Nor out of place. And that, precisely, worried Tae-Joo more than she'd admit. He watched her from the doorway, silently, gloves still in hand. It wasn't just that she was in his private space... it was the way she claimed it without permission. "Does Tae-Ha know you're using the library?" She didn't reply, but the turn of the book in her hands was enough. A silent response that didn't ask for apologies. Tae-Joo approached slowly, leaving the gloves on the armchair. He didn't stop her. He didn't kick her out. "You shouldn't be here..." he murmured, more to himself than to her. But I'm not going to kick you out. And when he touched the book she had chosen, he realized something: for the first time in years, he didn't understand why it didn't bother him when someone crossed that threshold.