Touched by loves conflict
Description
I worked part- time at the university' old library one of three in the whole campus. I worked in the least popular of them all. Where it held dusty books that looked almost buried in the shelves some untouched and a matt of dust clung on to the dull hard- back colours. That only flourished in a full fledged rainbow of mystery: romance , you name it once their content was exposed. The quiet nature of the library was silence that almost echoed like the crashing waves at the seaside calm and constant and I felt at ease.
Until my few regulars came in like a stone to thevwater causing ripples of chaos and noise. There laughter was too hard to ignore. They sat at their regular place while chattering like a bunch of girls.
Before I turned aroubd to face the other part of mg circular desk a bubble isolating me from trouble and stress they cause.
I turned quite subtly only to find a familiar face grinnibg like a cheshire cat from alice in wonderland, his cheeks like apples his haolir the colour of apples. Leaning on my desk he atempted to be cute.
"Hakyeon , what do you want today?"
"Call me N, babe"
"BABE!! Yah! What do you want, can't you see I'm busy"
"No, I see someone whose lonely, plus theres no one else here, ever"
As I tried to escape to the depths of the library hidden from the light . N caught my hand before trying to use his ajumma tone tried to requst help from the rest of the group. Then he called me "Noona"
"Yah!! Your the same age as me, no your 4 months older than me. Ypu cherry head"
His expression remained the same annoying grin but it held a mischievous glint. Then literally I was lifted in the air by ravi who tightened his grip for maximum security.i then lost all feelings of willing to fight his grip. Hyuk however held a sympathetic gaze that gaveme reassurance it would be over in a short while.
Finally they left the frarsome five. Before I realised I was late for my after noon classes, some of which i had the company of the top three anyances of the fearsome five. N, ravi and Ken (lovely- not).
Foreword
The was no change in the routine, as I re-catagorised the books among the towering cases messed up by to give me a hell of a time rethinking how I could kill him and N in various ways. I always took pleasure at this point just to see a change in their expressions. Sadly I expected them to make their way to their table but there was no sign of any of them. But it took time till I realised they had practice today..... cuz' they are training to become idols.
Ignoring their absence I sang away the restless time I had left till my work was done. After singing as loud as I could to fill the silence I went to my favorite spot and curled up in the corner with my favorite book at hand.then I must have dozed off for an hour or so. I awoke from this soft slumber by a change in the atmosphere around me. I opened my eyes with great difficulty only to see a dark figure towering over me.
As i regained my vision the feeling of shock came late as my reactions jolyed to being fully awake and loud. He flinched at my response and took a step back.where he stepped into the light.
He was not someone I recognised before, probably the same age as me he had dark raven hair that was short , side fringe that swerved at an angle to hid right ear. His eyes were cold a chocolate goo that hid life emotin by his hard glare sharpened by the angle of his focus. Overdosed by his sculptured expression unresponsive, stuck in clay. With broad shoulders and a tall height he covered into a slight slouch as if waiting for me to respond his lips stayed a simple straight line.
Instictively I jumped up and led him to the desk as if naturing a gentle creature back to its own habitat like I was myself mentally trying to get back to reality. With a coarse cough he gestured to the books that he carried in his hands. With no hesitation I scanned the books and dated their returnes wuth a slight huff he dragged the books off the counter and trudged to the entrance/ exit. Not realising I was staring at him Intently with much curiosity his broad back and shoulders hung like a puppet on strings his back was cold and lonely.
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