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The bell above the library door chimed softly as First stepped inside.
The building smelled like paper, dust, and something faintly sweet, maybe the old wooden shelves, the faint polish on the floors, or the café down the street that always seemed to have something baking. The scent drifted in whenever the door opened, carried on the soft countryside breeze that rustled through the budding trees outside. Sunlight poured through the tall front windows, painting warm rectangles across the carpet.
For a moment, First just stood there, taking it all in—the quiet hum of air from the vent, the soft shuffle of a librarian’s footsteps in the distance, and the occasional creak of the floorboards.
New town. New everything.
He had promised himself he’d explore a little today. The café down the street had been charming in that small-town way, with its chipped mugs and homemade scones stacked behind the glass, and the visitor’s center had given him a quick sense of the streets and landmarks. But the library… the library felt comforting. Safe.
First had always loved libraries. Back in his hometown, he’d been a frequent visitor at the one near his house, sometimes spending whole afternoons wandering the shelves, feeling the soft weight of books in his hands. He’d even volunteered from time to time—helping shelve returns, stamping due dates, or just enjoying the quiet rhythm of the place, listening to the scratch of pens and the low murmur of pages turning. Stepping into this one felt familiar in a way the rest of the town didn’t yet.
He wandered past the front desk, glancing around at the rows of shelves, the cozy reading nooks with sunlight pooling across cushions, and the small notice board announcing upcoming book clubs and story hours. A rolling cart of returned books sat in the aisle nearby, neatly stacked but still threatening to topple if nudged the wrong way.
And then he saw him.
Behind the desk stood a man, and the moment their eyes met, it was as if the rest of the library had disappeared.
The man was organizing a stack of books with careful hands, head tilted slightly as he read the spine of one. His black hair was neatly pushed back, mostly kept out of his face, though a few stubborn strands had slipped loose across his forehead. Sharp eyebrows framed focused eyes behind thin glasses that caught the sunlight when he moved.
He looked… put together. Effortlessly so. His sleeves were rolled just enough to show his forearms, his posture relaxed but confident, and even from across the room, First could tell he was a little taller than him, only by a couple of inches, but enough to notice when he stood nearby. Probably mid to late twenties, old enough to look settled, like he belonged exactly where he was.
And when he glanced up, First’s brain completely shut down.
Oh.
Oh no.
He was really attractive.
The man looked like he had stepped straight out of one of First’s embarrassingly specific sexy **librarian daydreams. The kind where the librarian leaned just enough over a desk, glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose as they looked at you over the top.
First’s brain immediately decided this was a problem.
A very big problem.
He tried to keep walking like a normal human being. Unfortunately, his feet forgot how.
His elbow clipped the metal book cart beside him.
The cart rolled.
First panicked, tried to catch it, and in the process bumped into a shelf. Several books tipped sideways.
“Whoa!” First blurted.
The cart squeaked loudly across the floor before stopping.
Silence filled the aisle.
First froze, staring at the chaos he’d caused. His face burned so hot he was pretty sure the whole library could see it.
From the front desk, Tle blinked.
For a moment, he had simply been watching the new guy walk in. Tle had noticed him almost immediately.
In a small-town library, it wasn’t hard to spot someone new, especially someone who paused just inside the doorway, taking a moment to breathe everything in.
The guy looked soft somehow, not in a weak way, but in the way his expression was open and curious. His hair was slightly messy, as if he had run his hand through it too many times that day, and his eyes wandered slowly across the room, studying the shelves, the tables, the small stack of local history books, the windows framing the green fields outside.
Like he was genuinely happy to be there. He didn’t rush the way most people did. Instead, he just… looked.
There was something warm about that. Familiar, even. The kind of look someone had when they actually liked libraries instead of just needing to print something.
And when he smiled, wide and bright, a small dimple appearing in his cheek, it was hard not to notice.
Cute, Tle thought absentmindedly, turning back to the stack of books in his hands.
Then the poor guy spotted him and immediately turned into a human disaster.
Tle pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh as he walked over.
“You okay?” he asked gently.
The man turned toward him, and immediately forgot how to speak.
Up close, Tle was somehow even more attractive.
His voice was warm, his eyes bright with amusement.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I—” First gestured vaguely at the cart like it had personally betrayed him. His blush deepened.
Tle couldn’t help it. He smiled.
The newcomer looked adorable.
Red-faced, flustered, trying desperately to be polite while clearly dying of embarrassment.
“It’s okay,” Tle said, crouching to straighten the books that had tipped over.
“The cart attacks people sometimes.”
First stared at him. “…It does?”
“Very aggressive carts,” Tle said solemnly.
First let out a small, nervous laugh, dimple showing again.
Tle’s heart did a tiny, unexpected flip.
Definitely cute.
“You’re new here, right?” Tle asked, standing again.
“Is it that obvious?”
“Only a little,” he teased.
First rubbed the back of his neck. “I just moved here. I’m kinda exploring the area today.”
“Well,” Tle said, gesturing around them, “you’ve successfully discovered the library.”
First laughed again, quieter this time.
Mission accomplished, he guessed.
“I’m FirstOne, First,” he said.
“Tle,” he replied.
They shook hands, and First noticed his heart beating a little faster than usual.
Tle noticed the way First’s ears turned pink again.
And for the rest of the afternoon, the library suddenly didn’t feel quite as quiet as it usually did.
Outside, the faint smell of baked pastries from the café drifted in through the open door, blending with the warm scent of books, making the small-town library feel even more like home.
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That night, First lay in his small bedroom, the soft hum of the heater filling the quiet space. The house was still, the countryside outside dark and calm, and yet his mind refused to settle. He should have been unpacking boxes, making a list of places to explore tomorrow, or even just scrolling through his phone to pass the time, but instead, all he could think about was Tle.
The image of him replayed over and over, sharper and more vivid each time. The way sunlight had hit the thin lenses of Tle’s glasses, catching a glint just as he looked up from a book. The way his black hair had been pushed neatly back, yet a few loose strands fell forward, softening the sharpness of his features. The careful, deliberate way he had handled the books, his sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal his forearms, subtle hints of movement that somehow made him look both put-together and effortless at the same time.
And then there was that smile.
The one that appeared when Tle had looked at First’s panicked, red-faced expression… it was the kind of smile that made the world seem smaller, warmer, as if everything outside that library aisle could disappear and it would still feel perfect.
First’s chest tightened just thinking about it. He couldn’t stop replaying that moment, over and over, like a scene from a movie he wanted to live inside.
His thoughts wandered further. He remembered the faint scent of the library, the mixture of old wood, books, and the sweet undertone of pastries from the café down the street. In his mind, that scent now seemed inextricably linked to Tle—warm, comforting, and intoxicating all at once.
First found himself imagining Tle in more detail. The glasses slipping slightly down his nose as he leaned over a desk, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration. The way he stood just a couple of inches taller than First, close enough to be aware of, but not imposing. The calm, steady way he moved, every gesture precise yet unintentional, like he had been choreographed by the universe to make First’s heart race.
It was exactly the kind of image First had always daydreamed about, embarrassingly specific, yes, but comforting and exciting all at once: a librarian, calm and collected, who had the power to make the quietest glance feel like an intimate conversation.
He imagined Tle handing him a book, slow and deliberate, with that soft smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, making First’s cheeks warm all over again. Just that simple interaction, just Tle’s presence, made his chest tighten and his thoughts spiral in ways he didn’t know how to control.
Before long, sleep took him, but even then, the dream didn’t let go.
In his dream, Tle was exactly as he had been in the library, glasses perched delicately, hair slightly loose in the front, calm and composed, but somehow, the library felt closer, cozier, more intimate. The polished wood tables glowed in the warm light of the windows, the faint rustle of pages was louder, softer, almost like a whisper meant just for him.
And then, in the dream, Tle was behind him.
Just a little too close.
First reached for a book on a tall shelf, and suddenly he could feel the warmth of Tle’s body pressed lightly against his back. The faint brush of his arms and shoulders made his pulse jump. It wasn’t forceful, but the closeness, the quiet, teasing proximity, sent a shiver down his spine.
Tle leaned even closer, brushing his lips against the side of his neck in a brief, teasing kiss, hidden from view behind the corner of a bookshelf. The warmth lingered, and First could almost feel the dimpled smile on the taller’s face as he pulled back just enough to let his imagination run wild. Tle’s glasses were slightly crooked now, strands of hair falling across his forehead, and the calm, effortless composure that made him so magnetic in reality seemed even more intense here.
Everything in the dream, the scent of old books, the soft light, the faint hum of the library, the warmth of Tle’s body pressed close, was heightened, making First acutely aware of every sound, every movement, every small breath shared in that hidden corner. The simple act of standing near him had become electric, and his heart pounded in a way that felt both thrilling and terrifying.
Even asleep, First couldn’t escape the pull of Tle. Every image, every small detail, the tilt of his head, the slight slip of his glasses, the careful way he handled books, the heat of his body near his own, was burned into his mind.
And when First woke, tangled in his blankets and blinking against the dim light of his bedroom, the memory didn’t fade. If anything, it felt sharper. More insistent. He could still feel the warmth, the dimpled smile, the teasing intimacy of the dream, and the thought of seeing Tle again tomorrow made his heart pound in a way that was equal parts thrilling and terrifying.
First closed his eyes again, letting out a quiet, almost nervous laugh.
How am I supposed to act normal tomorrow?
The answer, he knew, was that he probably wouldn’t.