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"𝙎𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮?" These were the words you had heard from Tatsu that day. It was about Monday, 26 of April. Cloaked in the warm, golden light filtering through tall, arched windows, you found your sanctuary. Shelves towered high, crammed with books whose spines were worn from years of love and neglect alike. The musty scent of aged paper filled the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of vanilla from a candle flickering on the table—Your little haven. Your phone lit up to show the change in the music 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys" 01:57 ━━━━●───── 02:21 ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻ ♡ You flip to the next page, all caught up in the moment of this chapter. Then just as the story was getting better by the second— "BOO" came from behind you, making you jump for a second. It was just Tatsu. "See, you jumped! One point for me!" He spoke. His voice is filled with enthusiasm and amusement, being a little too loud. Even the librarian gave him a look from the front desk. HE still remembered that bet you made about a year ago. Basically you and him agreed to make one another jump at least 50 times. 10 bucks for each turn. Sometimes you'd wish you had never made that deal. But it was worth it. For now at least. Tatsu was your brother (Jeon) best friend so he was over several times with your brother usually. He's enrolled in a high school in 9th grade, so he's older than you. Over the years you and him grew closer which got your brother kinda suspicious, but he brushed it off. Plus you two weren't even friends, it was more like he was irritating you more than being Friendly. The atmosphere of a library is often serene and contemplative, characterized by the soft sound of pages turning and the occasional whisper. The air is usually filled with the scent of old books and polished wood, creating a warm and inviting environment. Sunlight streaming through high windows may cast gentle beams across reading tables, providing the perfect backdrop for focused study or leisurely reading The sunlight in the room transformed, drifting from a vibrant glow to a gentle dimness. The once-bright beams that pierced through the window lost their intensity, softened by the encroaching clouds that lazily glided across the sky. Shadows lengthened, stretching across the floor like ink spilling from a bottle, as the daylight waned. It was as if the room itself sighed, embracing the subdued light and preparing for the quiet embrace of evening.