Yoongi

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The heavy archive doors slammed shut with a dull echo, cutting them off from the rest of the university. Silence reigned in the old library, broken only by their ragged breathing. Yoongi abruptly pulled Jimin toward him, pressing his back against the cold wood of a bookcase in the darkest section. His palm rested on the younger man's cheek, and his gaze, full of hidden passion, froze on his lips.

"No one will find us here until the morning, Jimin-ah," he whispered, his low voice making the air around them tremble. "Let them look if they want to. Right now, I don't care about anyone but you."

Yoongi leaned forward, covering Jimin's lips with a deep kiss, but in the rush of emotion, his elbow brushed against one of the books on the shelf. The tome fell to the floor with a thud, falling open right at their feet. Yoongi reluctantly pulled away, breathing heavily, and bent down to pick up the book. But when he glanced at the yellowed page, he froze.

"What the hell..." Min frowned, holding the book closer to the dim lamplight. His fingers visibly trembled.

In the margins of the page, covered in old-fashioned writing, there was a fresh note, written in elegant handwriting:

"Y. is pinning Ch. against a shelf in the rare manuscripts section. Jimin is wearing a light shirt, and his eyes reflect fear and desire. Y. will say he doesn't care about the consequences before the book falls at their feet..."

Yoongi slowly looked up at Jimin. There was no longer any passion in his eyes, only icy incomprehension and concern. "Jimin... everything is described here. Right down to your clothes and what I said a second ago. Who the hell wrote this?"