The librarian.

« Can’t you stop eating that fast? You’re going to be ill!”

Ara always worried her friends… She had a bad habit: she was always eating too fast. Or not eating at all. But today, she had a reason to eat that fast: in order to have the library open during the midnight break, some students have had to volunteer to take the job of “librarian” during that time.

She had to open the place at midday sharp and her professor had kept his class longer, it was already eleven fifty…

“you knows that I have to go look for the keys and open the library” Ara said, between two sips of her drink.

“Why did you agree on that anyway…? It’s a volunteer… Why did you have to ask for it?”

Ara looked at her two friends. They couldn’t be serious. They knew her. They knew she was a bookworm. The idea of a book itself was thrilling for her. She loves to read so much she doubted to lobe something –or someone- like that one day.

“You’re seriously asking me that question? Like… Really?”

“… We know you love book… But you don’t go out, you don’t meet people, you never do anything if it is not reading all day –and some nights- long!”

“This world . At least in novels you can hope for a happy ending, of a perfect guy… I know it doesn’t exist so I’ll stay with my books!”

“Maybe the prince charming doesn’t exist… but there are charming guys here… if you only opened your eyes…”

“It’s time… I have to go… Sorry!”

And without a warning the girl was already running to fetch the keys. She couldn’t help but be happy about being the librarian… She was going to be able to read the next chapter of the book she had begun. It was an old book so she couldn’t borrow it. But she could still read it in the library…

Her friends didn’t understand what she liked in the books and novels in particular. It was a whole world shared by the writer; it was a reflection of what he was, of what he imagined, of what his own world was like…

For as far as she could remember, her biggest dream had always be to write. Her attempts weren’t sufficient. Her family had already seen her writing one or twice when she was younger and they had loved it. But Ara had never been satisfied.

And now that she was an adult, she didn’t want anybody reading what she was writing… The stories were either too silly… or it was her reflections about life and were hardly ever optimistic…

The books were her heaven. She really felt safe between shelves filled with books she thought as she opened the book, left her bag near the desk and was looking for the ancient book happily.

SuHo couldn’t help but sigh. He usually loved books but today he couldn’t read the kind of books he liked. He had to do some research and he really didn’t liked neither the subject nor the professor teaching it. ChanYeol had told him that people of his class were opening the library during the lunch break and he was heading toward the library when he had saw a girl passing in a flash, jumping happily, a bunch of keys in her hand. He chuckled as he glanced to look at the girl next to the door. Maybe this research wasn’t going to be boring after all…

I'm sorry... this chapter is a little short... and I'm also sorry for not creating and updating the story yesterday...
I have like a hundred of things to do...
Next week is the start of the school year and it's going to be twice as stressful for me... I'll be a student but also teaching little children... So please forget me for not doing longer chapter for now? I'll try to update everyday... So see you tomorrow!!! :)

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