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He sits in the musty library reading. Flipping through the yellowing pages, his tongue sticks out slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Soon enough, he’s grinning with his lower lip caught between his snow-white teeth. He continues to flip through the pages. Light filters through the window and the dust in the air gives the reader a sort of rustic charm. Someone glances through the crack between two books. Chanyeol forgets to breathe for a moment. “He looks…angelic.”
A small smile reaches his lips, as he continues to watch the latter concentrate on his book.
Chanyeol was in desperate need of a certain history book but all of a sudden watching the cute male read seemed more important.
He then learns that the other would be there around the same time every day. Reading. Giggling at the yellowing pages, trying to hold back fat tears that rolled down his seemingly supple face, or even angrily flipping through the pages with a sort of resentment toward the story. He is interesting to watch. Chanyeol wishes he had the courage to go up to him and ask for his name. He can’t call the latter “Book Angel” forever.