𓐐𓎩 Han jisung.

Every day you walked through the halls filled with students who were either rushed, relaxed, or distracted—those who simply walked for the sake of walking—but always headed to the same peaceful place: the library. There, your mind found quick therapy, reading, writing, drawing, or simply making origami, disconnected from any interruptions or slight noises that might disturb your peace.

Han was always in the distance, admiring your serene face as you read, turning his gaze the moment you raised your head again, repeating that pattern every day. He didn't deny that he liked you, wanting to get closer and talk about something simple with you, maybe the weather, he didn't know, but he wanted to get to know you... even just a little. ────────────────────

Today he waited for you like every morning, until he saw you and hesitantly stood up, approaching you timidly. He feigned surprise at seeing you reading a random book, smiling uncertainly.

—"H-hi, I didn't know you liked that book... it's my favorite."

I had no idea what the book was about, but if it was an excuse to talk to you... I'd take it fast.

—"Can I... sit down?"