"I do not know a better cure for mental illness than a book", he heard. He couldn't agree more. He had been using books to run away from everything. To run away from himself. That's why he was there, because of running away.

He spent way too long inside there. When the boy's eyes and his met, Seungkwan's heart raced his way to open a book. So abruptly, some other books also fell down.

Scared of coming out and finding him again, he made sure to spent enough time inside so the boy in the library would walk away. After living Van Gogh's life for two and a half times, he got out. Probably, in the real world, enough time would have passed by so they won't met again.

But he found him sleepy against a bookshelf near him. Seungkwan couldn't help but smile. Was he waiting for him? He shook his head. Whatever the reason was for him to be there, Seungkwan couldn't just walk away. He took his jacket off and carefully covered him up. But as much as he tried not to wake him up, he couldn't help it.

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A/N:

- Lust for Life - Irving Stone.