"It's in...Greek,"Mr Yoo blinked upon setting sight on the words written meticulously on the piece of faded yellow paper.

"I can see that," Vernon deadpanned, already making himself comfortable on a bean bag beside the older man. He watched the elder put on his spectacles, hoping he had made the right choice. Who else can decipher foreign words better than the owner of gazilion of books? Vernon's logic reflected him as a person, plain and straight to the point.

"Wait here, I'll see what I can do,"the elder walked towards a rack located at the far back that Vernon never really venture much, but he recognised as the language section due to his frequent visits here. Just like he said before, it was his second home.

Vernon was left alone with his thoughts as he waited. He had brushed Seungkwan off again, avoiding every attempt the shorter made to start a conversation. Eventually, Seungkwan got sick of talking to himself and left Vernon alone. He went out everytime Vernon was home and Vernon locked himself up in his room when he heard the sound of the television clearly indicating Seungkwan was downstairs. It was pathetic really, they're playing hide and seek and running away from each other like little kids. But Vernon preferred the situation now, at least he didn't have to explain anything to the brunette. But until when? The truth would be out sooner or later, Vernon was acutely aware of it.

The truth remained, Vernon was scared. He wasn't used to a company that felt so right. He knew good things wouldn't last forever, no matter how hard he wished for it. That's why he's withdrawing now before he's in too deep, before he's starting to form some kind of attachment to the brunette. Vernon feared commitment, the uncertainty and the pain that came along with it. Contrary to popular beliefs, Vernon wasn't as tough as he pretended to be.

"Found it," Vernon blinked, returning to the real life. He watched the elder man holding a very thick and very dusty book. Vernon inwardly cringed. There was a reason why he never really liked exploring the unused sections.

"It's Odyssey, no wonder it seems so familiar," Vernon stayed silent and highly bemused, not caring about the source but simply about the message trying to be delivered.

"You're in luck that I managed to translate some parts of the book. Let's see," the elder hummed, lost in the dog-eared and coffee tainted b