I watched him pin her to the wall and kiss her neck, run his long fingers down her arms. I feel at this point I am a creep but if you only knew how he treated each one of them... You would understand why I stare. I did not like him... in fact I found him quite repulsive. Simply by his actions with each and every girl he found with a nose behind a romance novel. He knew each book, he read them from cover to cover. Acting out the part of the handsome men who stole the women's hearts in the book. I mean he could practically be one if he wasn't such a man whore. Can I call him that?

How would I know what he did outside of this library? I just know that once he was able to get past the book in said victims hand. He had them right where he wanted them.

"You know it's rude to stare like you do." A strange voice startled me from behind. I dropped my book with a loud thud, spinning in my seat overly aware of the extra pair of eyes on me now. I looked up at a man who could rival the man whore of this library. I really don't think I should call him that.

"Mind your business..." I whispered, casting a look towards the librarian who was staring angrily in my direction. Shit... I never get that look.

"You mean like you mind yours?" was he teasing me? Quietly he pulled out a chair beside me and sat down. What on earth does this handsome specimen think he's doing? Wait... Did he just say what I think he said?

"Wouldn't that mean that you weren't minding your own as well?" I countered. He smiled at me, extending his hand.

"Well, you see I found a book that I am most fascinated by, and I just know that it will be so beautifully written on the inside."

What the hell was this man talking about.

"What's the name of the book?"

"I don't know."

I scoffed at him, "You don't know... and yet you find it most fascinating."

He smiled again this time a bit wider with dimples on display.

"Well good luck finding your book." I smiled, staring down at the book I was reading. Literally, I just stared at it because Mr. Handsome would not stop staring at me. I now understood why it wasn't very nice to stare at others for long periods of time.

"How's your book?" he questioned me with that overly sexy deep voice. Sexy? Ugh...

"I don't know."

He chuckled, leaning closer to me. Of course, I leaned away, like far away. Far enough that I fell out of my chair.

"Young lady!" Mrs. Gladys screeched at me from behind her desk. I stood up instantly, face flaming red with embarrassment.

"I-uh... I'm sorry ma'am!" I blurted out quickly. She pointed her gnarled finger toward the exit, shaking her head at me in disappointment. Yea... I know Mrs. Gladys... So, I snatched up my satchel, grabbed my book and walked out the library as quickly as I could without making a lot of noise.

Outside the library, I turned my phone back on and called Leanne.

"Hello?"

"You'll never believe what just happened to me..." I snarled. It wasn't her fault but I was just so angry. I couldn't help it.

"Someone is a little upsetty..."

"I got kicked out of my favorite place!"

"Really?" Leanne asked unamused. Clearly me calling her was interrupting her Netflix and chill with Archie. Don't care!

I raked my hand through my hair, trying to tame my frustration when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. Everything in me said run, but that teeny tiny part of curiosity went. Oooo... lets turn around.

Mr. Handsome and the Whore were standing behind me, along with the girl who was being ravaged in the stacks by the one who had his arm draped possessively over her. She looked happy as she could be with the disgusting hickies all up and down her neck.

"This girl?" coughed the Whore. Mr. Handsome nodded with his adorable dimples on display. What did he mean this girl?

"Where are you headed snow white?" the Whore asked me. You know I'm getting tired of calling him that. Not because he's cute or anything, it just gets old. Perhaps a new name.

"And you are?" I shot back. Clearly he was calling me snow white. I had pale skin and shoulder length black hair. I certainly didn't wear bows or dresses though.

"I'm Taehyung and this here..." He gestured toward Mr. Handsome. "Is my brother, Namjoon."

My mouth fell open in shock. Looking from one to the other. They didn't even look like brothers. Namjoon stepped forward, placing a long finger under my chin. Closing my still agape mouth.

Damn... He smelled nice. Why hadn't I noticed this before.

"Hello??" Leanne's voice came from the phone still pressed to my ear.

"Uh-uh... Mom? What's that? You need me home? Okay."

"What?"

"Love you, Bye!"

I hung up the phone, turned on my heel and ran as fast as my short legs would carry me. After I made it to my street, Leanne had called again.

"Hello?" I asked timidly.

"Hello my ass. What the hell?"

"The whore has a name.... and a friggin brother!" I screeched. Honestly didn't mean to sound like a pterodactyl.... But I was still in panic mode and my lungs were on fire.

"What? He has a brother?"

"Yes..."

"Where are you?"

"Canary Street."

"Come to my house."

"Be there 5 minutes."

I hung up the phone, walking in the opposite direction of my house. The cool night air felt good against my burning cheeks. I really shouldn't run like that. I rounded the corner to Leannes's house. That's about the time I heard his voice. It was like a smooth hot chocolate on a cold day. Smooth, deep, and rich. God, Help me!

"I thought your mom needed you?"

I gulped, tucking my hair behind my ear, I looked at him. He had beads of sweat running down the side of his face, along his sharp jawline. The way he looked at me with his dark eyes, was like he was staring into my soul. Learning every little dark secret I had. 

"Uh... yea... she..." Too close... he is standing too close...

Namjoon moved closer to me, until I could practically kiss his beautifully shaped lips. Oh damn... Why did I think that? I swallowed hard. The smell of his cologne and sweat together was intoxicating it made me breathe in deeper. So that I wouldn't forget his scent. That's almost cringey. Ew... What is wrong with me today? Wait... Maybe this is like a vampire book. Perhaps 'The Vampire Diaries'. Ya know how Sebastian comes along all hot and brooding with his past. Yea... but this guy... This guy is trying to tame his whore of a brother. But gets distracted by small town girl. That girl would be me.

"You lied..."

He seemed almost hurt when he said it. Why did I feel bad? Perhaps it was the way he was pouting or the dizzying effect his cologne had on me. I reached out and hugged him, burying my face in his chest.

"I'm sorry." I apologized. What am I doing? It's like I have no control over my body. I rested my chin on his firm chest, gazing up into his dark eyes. He seemed surprised at my actions and yet relieved as well.

"Why did you lie?"

"I don't even know you... and you took my favorite place from me."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I stole something from you?"

I nodded, stepping away from him.

"The library?"

Again I nodded, I seem to have lost my words. Namjoon tapped his bottom lip, watching me stand awkwardly in front of him.

"I wasn't the one being loud." He smirked.

"YOU WERE IN MY PERSONAL BUBBLE!" I yelled, quickly smashing my hands to my mouth.

"It seems you are always loud. I'm surprised you were able to stay as long as you did."

What? He knew how long I was there. Of all people to watch... if he was watching me.

" I am not... I love reading and the tranquility of the library... the smell of the dusty books is like home to me."

"I see... well I am sorry to have disrupted your evening."

"I'll be lucky if I can go back after that."

He rolled his eyes at me.

"It's not that serious."

"How would you know! I bet tonight was your first night in the library!" I barked. Namjoon folded his muscular arms across his chest. His expression changed to serious. Maybe I offended him. I really don't recall ever seeing him.

"I've sat behind you every day for the last month. You pretended to read, while watching my brother capture another conquest. All the while oblivious to the people around you.

He couldn't have possibly sat behind me... I knitted my eyebrows in frustration.

"Oh yea... What book did I read three days ago?" If he was really watching me, he'd know I wasn't reading, instead I was working on a short story based off from Taehyung. I've got problems.

"You weren't reading... You were writing a smut story."

Did he read over my shoulder too?

"When you watch Taehyung, People tend to keep moving around you. While you took a break from your story to watch him work his magic on another unsuspecting girl. I wrote little notes in the margins of your paper. After I read your story of course."

I'm pretty sure I look like a tomato right now. My face felt like it was on fire.

"Notes?" I stammered out.

"Yes..." Namjoon whispered into my ear. He was close again.

"Why does your brother go after so many girls?" I asked not really expecting him to know the answer.

"He doesn't know what he wants." He answered simply.

"And... you?"

I looked up at him. He gave me a genuine smile that stole my breath right out my chest.

"I know what I want." Namjoon moved closer to me. It felt like the air around us was full of electricity. Literally felt like I could die if this man wouldn't stop being so friggin hot.

*ring*

My phone rang, It was Leanne. Probably wondering what the hell was taking me so long. Namjoon took my phone from me, sliding it into his pocket.

"HEY!" I squealed, reaching for my phone. "Give that back!"

"So you can go home to your 'mom?'"

I stared at him in disbelief.

"No. That's my friend Leanne... I needed to..." Hang on why am I even telling him my business.

"Give me back my phone." I demanded.

He shook his head and smiled at me.

"I tell you what... I'll give it back."

Oh geez... There's a catch.

"if?"

Carefully he lifted his hand to touch my cheek. Sending small waves of electricity down my spine.

"If you promise me you'll be mine and not his."

"His?"

"My brother's"

"I don't belong to anyone."

He smirked at me, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

"No, you don't... You're not a possession." His tone was so soothing. "Would you consider being a girlfriend?"

I was confused. Consider being a girlfriend to who? Him? Uh... No... wait.. yes... Wait... I don't even know.

"A girlfriend?"

"Yes..."

"Who's"

"Be mine."

"I don't even know you..."

He frowned at my statement.

"You should."

"What do you mean?"

He gestured towards my satchel.

"Perhaps you should edit your story." Namjoon suggested as he turned and walked away.

Where is he going?

I found myself standing in the middle of the street under a buzzing street light, watching the tall man with the silvery blonde hair saunter off into the darkness. A handsome prince of the night. Once he was out of sight I ripped open my satchel, flipping quickly through the pages of my notebook. There were so many stories... But which one was he referring too?

Which one?

—————

There's no way he could have put notes in here. I flipped through my notebook furiously. Becoming more and more agitated with each passing second that some type of writing didn't appear. Well writing was there... my own.

I was almost in tears by the time I got home. I still couldn't find anything. Quietly I closed the front door, tiptoeing to my room to try not to disturb my parents.

"Y/N is that you?" My mom called from her room.

"Yes mom... sorry I'm late."

"Get some rest, sweetheart. We'll talk in the morning"

I heaved a big sigh of relief when the door to my room closed. I had so many smut stories about Taehyung... I just didn't know which one Namjoon was referring to. Which is sad because I asked him to tell me what I was doing on that day. But what if he hadn't written in my notebook that day? He said he did though.

Ugh...

Out of frustration I threw my notebook at the wall, which made a loud thud. I hoped my mom didn't hear it as I fell back onto my bed. 

She did...

"Y/N! GO TO SLEEP!"

"Sorry!" I called back, she didn't answer. She's right though.

I should sleep.

Not bothering with my notebook, I curled up in a ball falling fast to sleep.

——-

"Bitch!"

Was the first thing I heard when I opened my eyes in the morning. Leanne had jumped on my bed, shaking me.

"I was worried sick about you!! Why didn't you answer your damn phone!!? Seriously!" I could see that she was furious and the shadows under her eyes indicated that she didn't even sleep.

"I'm sorry... my phone must have died..." I apologized, pulling her into a hug.

"Girl... your morning breath ratchet.." she gagged, I shoved her off me making her fall onto the floor.

"Ouch!" Leanne squeaked, rubbing her butt standing up. I just giggled.

"Where's your phone?"

I raised an eyebrow, sitting up and looking around my room. I was still in the clothes from yesterday. But it wasn't in my hoodie pocket. Panic set in as I scurried about my room throwing all the contents in my satchel out on my bedroom floor. Dread filled me when my memories of last night came to mind. Namjoon took my phone from me...

Shit...

"Namjoon has it..." I mumbled.

"What?"

"My phone..."

"Where is it?" She asked again.

"Namjoon has it." I frowned. What if he got access to my WattPad account. I'd never show my face at the library again. I'd have to find a new one. Maybe there was another one close by. Leanne looked at me as if I was stupid.

"Why the fuck does Whore Boy's brother have your phone?"

"He took it when you tried to call."

"And you didn't get it back?!" She asked flabbergasted.

"I got distracted..."

"Really, Y/N? By what his dick?"

I choked on my saliva at her statement.

"NO!" I coughed, trying to clear my throat.

"Then explain cause I'm not understanding."

"He took my phone, and then said the only way he would give it back is if I promised to be his and not Taehyungs."

Leanne's face scrunched up.

"Seriously?"

I nodded, sliding off my bed to grab my notebook and then plopped back down.

"What are you doing?"

"He said he left notes in my book..."

She sat down beside me on the bed resting her chin on my shoulder.

"How could he do that if you were writing in it?"

"He said he did it while I was watching Taehyung."

We sat there for a while sitting through the pages of my notebook. Looking over one smut covered story after another.

Nothing...

"I'm gonna call your phone."

"What... no!" I tackled her on the bed wrestling with her for her phone.

"Too...late." She grunts, her phone ringing a song of my doom.

His voice was thick with sleep, scratchy and low. Could you imagine waking up to that. I caught myself biting my lip.

Leanne raised an eyebrow at me. I shrugged, staring with pink cheeks at her phone.

"Hello?"

"Can I have my phone back." I blurred out quickly before Leanne could say something snarky.

"Y/N?" His tone seemed a bit more awake.

"Yea ya thief! Give her back her phone!" I punched Leanne in the arm.

"Ow!" She pouted, rubbing it.

"It wasn't stolen... I told you you could have it back."

"So long as I promised you not to be his."

"Yes, darling one."

I glared at the phone now.

"I don't know if I can promise that."

The line went dead. Namjoon hung up on me. Shortly after a text came through.

:: Y/N:  Have you found my notes?

No, I have not found your notes. Because there are no notes.

::reply to Y/N: There are no notes.

::Y/N: You still have your heads in the clouds my darling.

Why does he keep calling me that?

"Leanne, we should go to the library."

She frowned, Leanne hated the library. Her adventurous soul would rather be deep on a trail or grinding up against Archie in some backstreet club.

"Please!" I begged. I feel like I can think better there. Maybe I'll get the lightbulb effect and figure it out.

I got up running to my closet, rummaging through the pile of clean close at the bottom. I'm too lazy to hang up my laundry. Don't judge me. Settling for an oversized hoodie and skinny jeans, I dressed quickly, finger brushed my teeth. Getting a disgusted look from Leanne.

"Why not use your toothbrush? I mean you are home."

"No time." I grabbed my satchel, then pushed my headband over my unkempt hair.

Leanne rolled her eyes at me, sticking her phone in her back pocket and followed me out of my room.

—

When I walked into the Library Mrs. Gladys gave a death glare. Well deserved from last night, but when you really think about it... it wasn't my fault.

"Young lady, do not make me ban you from this library." She mumbled in her raspy voice as we walked in front of the check out desk. I nodded timidly, moving quickly towards my favorite seat.

Carefully I pulled out my chair to sit down, then walked it back up the table so I was sitting close enough. Meanwhile, Leanne scrapes her chair back, sitting down. Earning a hiss from the already irritated librarian.

"Leanne!" I hissed in a whisper. She shrugged at me, reaching into my satchel and pulling out on of the four notebooks.

"Girl, you write too damn much." She complained, opening the soft gray notebook with a sparrow on the front.

I watched her turn the pages, making little noises of displeasure. There was so many things she would rather be doing. I was thankful for the help.

My eyes drifted to the bookshelves. Sure enough Taehyung was standing there. However, he wasn't trying to snog some girl. He was staring directly at me. His gaze was intense, making me shift uncomfortably in my chair. Why was he staring at me?

A smirk formed on his face.

Oh dear God... please tell me I'm not his next conquest.

My eyes grew wide in realization that I very well could be. At that I opened my red book with the word scrolled in black 'savage' on the front.

Namjoon's voice echoed in my mind as I turned the pages. Looking at every inch of the margin, even the spaces between sentences.

"Promise me you'll be mine and not his."

His tone was almost sad. Replaying over and over in my mind.

"He's such a whore..." Leanne whined. When I looked up Taehyung was leaning on a table next to a girl with long blonde hair. I couldn't see her face but I could imagine she was blushing as he quoted Shakespeare to her.

Must be Romeo and Juliet... Quite the tragic love story and yet it was a beautiful one.

Leanne and I watched him work his magic on the girl. Almost placing bets on how long it would take him to get her back in the stacks.

It didn't last long. We were interrupted by a disappointed deep voice.

"Still not paying attention to your surroundings."

I felt disappointed in myself when I looked up into his handsome face. My heart racing in such a weird way.

"I-uh...sorry."

Again his long fingers lifted my chin to look up at him. He brought his face close to mine, our noses almost touching. I swear I can't breathe right now.

Leanne cleared her throat loudly, but I was lost in his eyes. The beautiful dark pools that drew me in with every word that flowed from his wonderfully sculpted lips. What the hell is wrong with me.

"Don't apologize... when you see it. You'll know I've been the one your heart was searching for all along."

He let go of my chin, putting distance between us. I sucked in the air I had been lacking. But my heart ached for his soft touch.

Did I really need to find the words?

The answer formed in my head.

Yes...

So here I am, turning the pages in my notebook. Searching for something I never knew I needed.

Not even noticing the rose or my phone sitting next it until sometime later.

"Which one?" I sighed.