“Hey,” the voice startles Wonwoo, bringing his attention away from his textbook. He looks up nervously at the stranger. Was he doing something wrong? His breath hitches once he takes a good look at the stranger- he is extremely good-looking. Tanned skin, plump lips, straight nose topped with big eyes, that are laced with concern?

Wonwoo’s eyebrow creases in confusion. Why concern? The stranger chuckles, “I hope I’m not the cause of your nosebleed.” Wonwoo flushes at the good-looking stranger’s comment, hands flying to his nose. True to the other male’s words, his fingers stain with blood. He grimaces, immediately shooting out of his seat to head to the toilet.

In his panic, he trips over the stranger’s legs. He cringes as the tanned male steadies him by curling an arm on his waist. Oh . He’s got really muscular arms.

“Be careful there,” the taller reproves, guiding Wonwoo back into his seat. The other male bends down to be able to look at Wonwoo easily 

. Wonwoo’s heart rate picks up. This is way too close for comfort. The stranger notices his discomfort. He creates distance between them, smiling sheepishly. What the . His teeth are really cute.

“Sorry about that. My friends tell me I at respecting personal space,” the stranger confesses, laughing softly as he reaches into his bag. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. He wishes he could be in his bed right now, buried in the sheets without any cute strangers helping him when his nose decides to bleed. He snaps out of his thoughts when the stranger clumsily drops one of the books from his bag onto the floor. So Wonwoo isn’t the only clumsy one. The Art of Photography, he notes the title of the book.

Wonwoo doesn’t notice the stranger smiling sheepishly at him as he glances around the library, wondering if anyone actually notices them. He sighs in relief- it’s empty. (It was 11.45pm, of course it’d be empty.) The stranger makes a soft sound of victory, catching Wonwoo’s attention.

“Here,” the stranger states, handing him a bunch of tissues. Wonwoo shoots him a grateful smile. The stranger replies with a reassuring smile of his own before he shoves the photography book back in his bag. Wonwoo wipes the blood off quickly before proceeding to pinch his nose.

“It’s ironic how you’re a biomed student but can’t take care of yourself,” the taller remarks, nodding his head towards the pile of biomedical textbooks spread across Wonwoo’s table. The shorter frowns at the comment. He takes offense to that. He’s usually okay at taking care of himself. Except exam periods. Maybe. The taller only chuckles louder at his frown.

Wonwoo lips curl down further, earning a fond smile from the stranger. The latter’s phone dings. They both cringe at how loud the notification is compared to the library’s silence. The stranger starts typing on his phone, sitting down on the floor. His legs probably got tired. He should sit on a chair though … Wonwoo attempts to catch the guy’s attention but the latter’s eyes are glued to his phone.

“Hmm,” the stranger hums, moving his attention back to Wonwoo. Are his eyes sparkling? “It’s almost midnight. Can I walk you home?” This is unfair to his heart.

Wonwoo just shakes his head, guilty that the stranger’s been offering him so much help. He lifts his hands from his nose, noticing it’s stopped bleeding. He sighs in relief, awkwardly placing his hands on his thighs.

He nods his head towards his phone, nearly buried under his textbooks. “Could you help me text my friend instead?” he shyly requests. The stranger seems to be surprised at Wonwoo’s request before he snaps out of it. He nods furiously, picking up the phone.

“1717,” Wonwoo quietly says, as the stranger punches in the passcode to his phone. “Open the messages application. He should be the most recent contact,” he instructs. He pauses, feeling slightly embarrassed at his best friend’s contact name.

“Idiot?” The stranger curiously asks, grinning a little. Wonwoo sheepishly nods. “Cute,” the taller comments. Wonwoo becomes a blushing mess again as the stranger opens the chat with idiot . “Hmm, he’s been asking where you are for the past 30 minutes,” he tells Wonwoo.

As if on cue, a light brown haired male loudly enters the library. A lanky male follows after, albeit more quietly. Wonwoo assumes that’s one of the stranger’s friends.

“There you are!” the shorter out of the two exclaims. Idiot, Wonwoo thinks. Wonwoo and the stranger cringe at how loud he is. The lanky male beside idiot is quick to cover the shorter’s mouth before he can yell anything else. The door to the staff room can be heard unlocking.

The four of them freeze. Wonwoo’s the first to react, jumping to his feet in panic. It’s known across the entire university that the librarian is ing scary (unfortunately, his idiot friend does not know this fact) and Wonwoo does not want to be banned from the library.

“Run,” he whisper-yells, grabbing all his stuff and stuffing it into his bag. He grimaces as he accidentally throws his bloody tissues into the bag as well. The stranger’s about to help him when the lanky male drags him away swiftly while idiot pulls Wonwoo away towards the library’s entrance. Wonwoo’s stuff almost spill out of his bag but he’s quick to zip his bag up. Can this day get any tier? The two pairs go their separate ways, hearing footsteps chasing behind them.

In their haste, they don’t realise that the stranger’s still carrying Wonwoo’s phone.