⇸ library

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ °Surprise and delight — a remarkable connection. The awesome litany of emotions rushing through when someone goes through an effort of making you smile.°

Tae?! Did he come all the way here to look for her? She isn't sure but the ache in her chest says quite a lot. She's mad, she's hurt, she's upset and perhaps it's selfish for the naive girl to wonder if something happened. But yet, he didn't once reach out to give his number. Something oh so important and she had to read via the group chat about Tae texting others and she wasn't included. It hurt— plain and simple, her achy heart hurts. Admiring the male's fit from head to toe, the girl's orbs inquisitively scan his features before finally getting the urge to rush over and throw her petite frame against him.

"You're an idiot you know that?! Oh, I'm prettier in person when you're here looking like a Greek God." Her words are grumbled just as they're muffled into his jacket and she takes in the scent wafting off of her 'personal Sun' before closing her eyes and squeezing him tight to her. "Bold of you to come in here and believe I'd actually have an issue with you dropping in unannounced because how you'd even ask huh? Didn't even give me your number."

She petulantly grumbles as her eyes close shut and she urges the male to hold her back. Screaming at him inwardly because he's one of the very *first* persons she got close to and attached even if she's scared of running off anyone by admitting to that. She keeps it to herself but Jiwon's expressions and emotions can be read far too easily. "I've missed you, I'm still sad, hurt, and mad but hug me now or I would be even more so—" her words threaten like a steel tip dagger as she says this but she basks in the warm and tall male towering over her because of his model-like height. "How is it possible that every guy on that app is specially crafted by God... I —"

@◦ p. jiwon ˣʲᶦʷᵒⁿᵖᵃʳᵏˣ there was no expectation of more when taeyang had left in such a panic. truth be told, he wouldn't have been surprised if the people he had met exclusively through the app would forget about him moments after he had deleted the app from his phone in a moment of stomach-twisting anxiety. even so, when she said he looked familiar he smiled at the young woman with the expression mostly reserved for a slight brightening of his tired eyes and the way the corners of his mouth tucked into his cheeks. perhaps jiwon didn't put him out of mind the minute he was no longer in sight. "jiji?"

"you look prettier than in your photos, you know." he fixed his brocade jacket, a thumb hooked into the corset belt about his waist. if he hadn't kept his free hand busy, he would have been compelled to sweep her into his arms in an apologetic hug. instead, he just grasped the bag in his hand a little tighter by its twisted paper handles. "i hope you don't mind me dropping in unannounced."

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ []oh just think of her visual would be her dp with a black jacket over - suede material to keep her warm in the cold library.

@◦ y. taeyang ˢᵘⁿᵗᵃⁿᶻ °Endless possibilities, many come, many go, it is how it goes. People come, people go.°

Jiwon was packing back the disarray of dog-covered books, lining them back up in order on the first aisle. Her eyes glanced at the scribbles over the pages that high school students and sometimes college students like herself; would write notes in the public library's books as if it belongs to them. Shaking her head out of these thoughts, the girl finished packing her first set. About ten more to go and she has a lot of thick, hard-cover medical books that need to be packed on top shelves which mind you, for a girl at the height that she is, she looks like a struggling chihuahua yapping at the annoying tidbits that the public citizens display. "So messy," she grunts out, shaking her head slowly as dark strands flick back and forth and she immediately looked up upon feeling like someone was out, usually the hours approaching closing time, people dissipate to leave and go back home. However, she spots a tall male, in all black— extremely tall at that, eyes blinking owlishly as she slowly walks over and that's when her doe-like eyes squint a bit. This man— "hi.... do you need help?" Polite is her kind words as she asks the regular question saved for any customer that walks through the doors but upon closer inspection when she walks closer to the taller, her eyes zoom in on distinct cheekbones and features that she once thought were *unique*. He really does look like the person she was just thinking about, people come and go, why should she care? Even if it hurts. "You look familiar..." She laughs softly and tries to throw it over her shoulder because she can't be staring at a stranger and possibly freak them out. "What you'd like help with, Sir?"

@◦ p. jiwon ˣʲᶦʷᵒⁿᵖᵃʳᵏˣ when taeyang enters the doors of the library it's as a man who looks like he's entering a funeral. the black brocade jacket, leather corset belt, tailored slacks and patent dress shoes says it's for a wealthy husband who died under mysterious circumstances, but it's the look on his face concealed beneath makeup like a tired canvas, which belies a recently sleepless truth. he should look close enough to old display photos, save for the length of his hair that begins to curl just over the collar of his jacket. would she recognize him? and would he recognize her... ? he shook the thought from his mind and ventured further inside a building he hadn't set foot in in years. there was a matte black bag in his hand, his phone in the other and his thumb worried the bumper of the case like a lifeline. even so, he made an effort to look like he belonged there and had a purpose other than looking for someone he had only spoken with through an app prior to this moment.