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The soft rustle of pages and the occasional squeak of chairs filled the school library. Hairi sat across from Sehun at a table tucked in a quiet corner, her notebook open but untouched. Instead of working on her history essay, she found herself sneaking glances at Sehun, who was furrowing his brows at his sketchpad.

He had been working on an illustration for a school project, the pencil in his hand moving with deliberate precision. Hairi couldn't help but admire how focused he looked, the afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows and casting a warm glow on his features.

"Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to write something?" Sehun teased, not looking up from his work.

Hairi's face burned. "I wasn't staring!" she protested, quickly scribbling something in her notebook to hide her embarrassment.
"Right." Sehun smirked, leaning back in his chair. "What's your excuse, then? Thinking really hard about history?"

Hairi threw her pen at him, laughing when he caught it effortlessly. "Fine, you caught me. Your concentration is just... inspiring."

"Flattery will get you nowhere, Hairi." Sehun's teasing softened into a genuine smile. "But seriously, what's on your mind? You've been distracted all day."

Hairi hesitated, her fingers tracing the edge of her notebook. She wanted to tell him about the messages, about everything she had been keeping bottled up, but the words felt too heavy to say aloud.

"Nothing important," she said lightly, trying to brush it off. "I'm just tired."

Sehun tilted his head, unconvinced, but he let it go. "Well, if you need a break, we could do something fun. Like..." He glanced around the library dramatically. "A book-stacking competition?"

Hairi giggled. "That's your idea of fun?"
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it," he said with mock seriousness, pulling a book off the nearest shelf.

Their banter continued, light and easy, as they stacked books and tried to outdo each other without getting caught by the librarian. Hairi felt her worries melt away, at least for a little while.

As the afternoon stretched on, Hairi stood up and grabbed her bag. "I'm going to the restroom. Don't mess with my stuff, Sehun."
"Who, me?" Sehun feigned innocence, holding up his hands.

Hairi gave him a pointed look before walking away. As she disappeared down the aisle, Sehun leaned back in his chair, idly glancing around.

His eyes fell on her phone, which buzzed softly on the table. The screen lit up with a notification.

The message preview read: "You can't avoid the truth forever."

Sehun's brows knitted in confusion. Who would send something like that to Hairi?
He reached for the phone instinctively but stopped himself, realizing it wasn't his place. Still, his mind raced with questions. Was someone bothering her? Why hadn't she mentioned this to him?

When Hairi returned a few minutes later, she found Sehun unusually quiet, his pencil tapping rhythmically against the table.
"You okay?" she asked, sitting back down.
"Yeah," Sehun said, though his tone was distant. He hesitated before continuing, "Hairi... is there something you're not telling me?"

Her heart skipped a beat, but she forced a casual smile. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing," he said after a pause, his gaze dropping to his sketchpad. "Forget it."

Hairi felt a pang of guilt as she watched him, but she pushed it aside, telling herself it wasn't the right time to bring up the messages.

As the library grew quieter and the day turned into evening, the tension lingered between them, unspoken but undeniable.