Come on clock, hurry up!

I sat in my class waiting for the clock to hit 12 to signal our release from this hell.

Heaven was surely waiting for me back at the library, or at least I hoped he was waiting.

The bell rang and I sprang out of my seat like a bunny and hopped my way to the library with a smile on my face, a skip in my step. I practically skipped all the steps and ran into the library while getting looks from the librarians and people reading books. I slowed down to ease my heart and compose myself before meeting him again. I didn’t want to look too excited…Even if I was jumping for joy like it was a Christmas morning inside.

I went straight to the usual aisle we sat in, and lo and behold there was my angel…I mean Suho…sitting against the bookshelf with his feet out and book up to his nose with a pleasant smile on his lips. Slowly, I walked closer to him, hoping he’d look up at me only to be ignored.

I furrowed my brows together and came closer and closer until I finally sat beside him and leaned into him looking at his book, “Someone is enjoying the story.”

I got out my own book and leaned back next to Suho with our shoulders touching. His squishy side was welcoming to me and I had the urge to lean on him only to realize that that would be very very wrong.

“Yeah, it’s actually pretty good,” he responded as he flipped the page. When I noticed he was already deep into the book, I couldn’t help but give a surprised smile.

A hopeless romantic perhaps? Or, maybe he’s just pretending he read that much…Hmm, quiz time.

“What’s your favorite line from the book?” I nudged his side noticing there was nothing squishy about him and blushed while picturing the rock hard abs that lay hidden under his button down shirt.

“What’s your favorite?” SuHo asked me, turning his head so we were looking at each other.

I stared at his sculptured face and couldn’t help but pinpoint the small little blemish that graced his face. It made him seem more human than anything. His sparkling eyes, chiseled features, structured nose, perfect lips were all the definition of a god, so that one tiny spot on his face signaled humanity.

“My favorite…Love is like the wind, you can’t see,” I took a slight pause as Suho joined me, “it but you can feel it.”

He…He knew my favorite line from the book. It was his favorite too? I felt the heat creeping up my neck to my cheeks, inflaming them to the point that I felt my head spinning as SuHo looked at me with that charming smile that practically screamed beautiful.

“You’re blushing,” his hand reached for my face as he brushed my inflamed face only adding to the burning fire under my skin. I’m surprised his fingertips didn’t leave marks as they burned into my skin, leaving the imprint of his touch behind.

“Am not.”

Are too…

Suho chuckled and got back to reading his book, consuming himself into a world I wasn’t a part of.

Was I jealous? Jealous of the thing that I love because it is distracting the person that I lo-

want to talk to….

Love? Tsk, I didn’t love him.

Did I?

He was like a story.

I couldn’t forget him. I wanted to know more about him, and he was all I could think about.

He was a mystery of sorts and I wanted to know the next chapter of him…Of us.

Was I there in the next part of his life? Or was I forever stuck in this small section of his existence?

I hoped that as soon as I turned to the next page, my name was written beside his so that we could be together. Writing down our own love story…

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