@Nam Woohyun Seungmi skimmed through many books' spines, still looking for the topic she needed for her studies. She bit her lip as she still couldn't find a book on the subject of advanced English phrases, history of south and north korea, or any biology and chemistry books. Sighing, she moved to a different genre of books, historical fiction and non fiction, biographies, etcetera. As skimmed through many spines of books once again, failing to find a good enough book to read. "Damn." Seungmi continued to search, perhaps a book about people such as Anne Frank, or maybe a discography of H.O.T or any other group out their. She pouted as she continued to search for /any/ book she could read. Suddenly, she bumped into a, rather short, figure. "Sorry." Seungmi muttered, obviously not caring much about the latter.
@Byun Seungmi The hardback novels, all perched perfectly side by side, were lightly covered in dust. Evidence of their years upon years of uninterrupted shelf life. Woohyun ducked in and out of the aisle, in search of something and yet nothing at all. On a Saturday afternoon, he had nothing better to do but revisit what was once the horror of his high school years but now stood as a harmless relic. Just glance at an intimidatingly thick, novel from the 14th century sent him into a fit of yawns. He couldn’t quite see the appeal in these things. Woohyun brushed his fingers across the spines of the books as he meandered his way through the library, still looking for something to catch his eye.