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𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚂𝚔𝚢

𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛

𝙸𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗,

𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖

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Hello, yall~ I made it before the deadline XD Also I changed the title of this story! The previous one had way too many redundancies XD

Have a rare photo of hobi pointing at the bestest boi in the world as a gift~

Also today is technically Seokjinnie's b-day! 

Extra bonus photo~

On with the story~

White.

Nearly everything in the hallway was white.

Blank white walls that were decorated with windows littered every inch of the campus.

But I didn't mind, for any other color would've distracted me from what Hope said last time.

'Everything is more connected than you realize.'

I chewed on my nail, 'What did that mean?'

"-enpai! Senpai!"

Soft hands gripped my shoulder, preventing me from taking a step further.

As I turned around, I saw black hair layered over a circular facial structure.

Ayumi.

She huffed her cheeks like a hamster, "Senpai! You almost ran into a wall!"

I did a quick scan of my surroundings, expecting the empty canvas-like hallway. Instead, my eyes were met with the endless bookshelves of the library.

Which were on the other side of the campus.

"Ah, thank you."

'Oh, no, Minami, you idiot. This is going to be so awkward.'

But Ayumi didn't react the way I thought she would, "No worries, Senpai! You're the one who fended off Mio."

Ayumi had that sort of glistening sparkle in her eyes, that of pure admiration.

"Sorry, I'm not nearly as heroic as you think I am." I checked the time on my phone, "Also, no need to call me that. Minami's fine."

The younger girl's smile was contagious.

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The bells atop the glass library door laughed with glee as if they were to say, "You're back!" and "We missed you!"

The librarian was sitting at the usual desk, reading. Stepping towards him, I craned my neck to read the title.

The words on the cover were that of a foreign language.

'Okay...hold on, think! You took a class on English once, didn't you? O...M...'

The librarian sensed that I was struggling to read the title. He closed the book and spoke with perfect fluidity and precision, "The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas."

"Listen, you don't have to flex that hard. Which wise saint died and transferred their knowlege to you?" I mentally apologized to my tongue for even thinking of pronouncing it.

"No one died and gave me knowledge. Unless you count the Friends DVD boxes that got torn. It was my own hard work studying." He returned to his book but kept his attention on me, "No worries, my Japanese is pretty shabby."

I laughed, assuming that was a joke as he clearly spoke with no hindrance, but it was a nice thought.

"I'm going to assume you're here for more books?"

I pulled the ones I got last time out from my bag, "Yeah." He reached for them, but I pulled back, "Are you sure you remember all of them?"

The man gave me a challenging glare, "Positive. Omelas, The Little Prince, and Into the Magic Shop."

His smile was smug as I threw up my hands in defeat, "Fine, fine, fine. You're attractive, smart, and have a great memory." Feeling defeated, I handed over the three books. He scribbles something in a notebook--likely logs for the check-outs-- and hands me three new books wrapped in paper.

"For him?" he asked.

"For him."

The librarian's dimple suggested that he knew all along. Bidding farewell to both the man and the bells, I exhaled the starry night once more.

"Good night, Moonchild." his voice faded into the night.

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It was 2:34am.

I couldn't sleep.

Perhaps it had been the existential emotions I've been bottling up, or maybe it was because I've tasted spring when all I've known was snow. But I knew, it was only at night when the loneliness kicked in.

Feeling around for my pencils, I stumbled my way to my desk.

Graphite poked my fingers as I cheered silently.

'What to draw...what to draw...'

Of course, I had a multitude of options ranging from animals to buildings. But there was only one thing I wanted to sketch, only one thing I wanted to put onto the sheet of paper.

Gathering the details in my mind, I began to sketch a face, slowly adding in the details.

Eyes.

Nose.

Lips.

Hair.

Eyebrows.

I hadn't meant for the outcome to be Hope. I really didn't. Or perhaps I hadn't meant for my longing for another person to come to fruition. 

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