Ch-25

Namjoon sat at a cozy table in the library, exuding a refined and intellectual aura. He appeared like a character from a manga, effortlessly handsome with his glasses and well-groomed appearance. The other girls and noblewomen in the library couldn't help but spare glances and drool over him from afar. Paying no heed to the admiring eyes around him, Namjoon was fully absorbed in his book. He sat with his legs crossed, his focus unwavering as he immersed himself in the pages before him.

Princess Isla's table contrasted sharply with Namjoon's peaceful demeanor, representing chaos amidst order. Her table was a clutter of books, stacked in a precarious tower that seemed on the verge of collapse. The librarian in the library was already accustomed to her antics, no longer saying anything because he knew she would have to deal with the consequences of her own mess.

Compared to Namjoon's calm and composed appearance, Princess Isla's situation seems almost comical. While Namjoon is absorbed in his book with grace and elegance, Isla is surrounded by stacks of books that look like they could fall at any moment. It creates an amusing contrast between the two characters in the library setting. After finally managing to place the stack of her books on the table, Isla let out a exasperated huff. However, she wasn't entirely successful as some of the books began to teeter precariously and fall towards the floor.

"Oops!" Isla exclaimed, immediately noticing the imminent disaster. In a swift motion, she reached out and caught the falling books just in time, preventing them from adding to the already chaotic mess on her table.

Isla muttered under her breath, repeating her plea, "Please don't fall. Please don't fall..."As she carefully placed the books down, she realized that there was no space left on her table to place a book to read. Frustration evident on her face, she groaned in annoyance. The librarian, with a knowing and resigned expression, shook his head, having expected such a situation from Isla.

Namjoon stood up from his seat, holding his book. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his toned and muscular forearms adorned with veins. As the girls surrounding him couldn't help but gawk at his appearance, their faces reddening and nearly ready to swoon, Namjoon simply chuckled at their reactions.

"Calm down, ladies," he said with a playful smirk. Namjoon's playful smirk continued to fuel the girls' admiration. It added an extra layer of charm and allure to his charismatic aura, causing them to become even more flustered and enticed. They exchanged envious glances and whispered amongst themselves, clearly smitten by his charismatic demeanor.

The girls who were admiring Namjoon's appearance began to talk amongst themselves, expressing their envy and admiration. "Can you imagine being the lucky girl who marries him?" one of them whispered to her friend. "I know, she's so lucky! I'd do anything to be in her shoes," another chimed in. The girls continued their envious and envious chatter, discussing the fortune of the hypothetical future wife of Namjoon.

As Isla listened to the girls' enthusiastic chatter about Namjoon, she rolled her eyes in disbelief. "What's so special about him?" she muttered to herself. As she stood up to retrieve one last book, her gaze caught a glimpse of Namjoon from afar. Her jaw dropped, and she quickly ducked behind a nearby shelf. In a soft whisper, partially to herself but also as a warning to her own thoughts, she muttered, "No, don't think anything, Isla. Or else this namkoon or Namjoon whosoever will read your mind"

Isla quietly walked towards the shelf and touched a book, coincidently Namjoon also touched the same book. He looked down at her. Her expression changed but she left the book, "I don't want to tear the book again" she said in a firm tone, he chuckled, "you know you can keep it" she raised her eyebrows, "when did you became so kindhearted?" she asked with curiosity. He came closer, "i was always kindhearted" she smiled sarcastically, "as if" she took the book and then turns around to leave.

As Isla lost her balance and stumbled into Namjoon's arms, their faces found themselves just inches apart. Her breath hitched, and she was suddenly hyper-aware of his closeness, his body pressed against hers as he caught her. She could feel her heart racing, the proximity making her feel strangely flustered. Isla tried to regain her composure, pushing back and creating some distance between them. "I... um... thank you," she mumbled, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Namjoon couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Isla's flustered reaction, the sight of her blushing cheeks amusing him. He didn't say anything, simply observing as she quickly retreated, her hurried steps almost akin to running away. In his mind, he couldn't help but think, 'She's cute,' silently amused by her demeanor.