The windows were huge at the back of the land it gave a magnificent outstanding look while bringing in a
powerful light into the room.

Artificial plants and trees stood almost in every corner....

giving it a beautiful and unique look. On the floor was a comfy and thick carpet that made the sound of people walking not to disturb students who were focused studying in the there all the
books were properly organized in an alphabetic order.

It was easier for students to find a specific book without wasting their time looking for it.

Different types of wooden pieces of furniture existed  each of the wooden pieces served a different purpose,

high chairs and tables was for the comfort of tall students and those who used their computer devices,

Wide chairs found near the huge windows were meant for those whom they would like to read with a natural light coming from the windows,
Along with other diverse pieces of furniture existed and
each one served an important duty.

powerful smell of imagination from the books that lay on different shelves that was to be read,

The antique smell of the pages of old books, the untouched books lying on the shelves, the smell of the dust coming
from these books,

The food that students brought with them to the library, The smell of cologne.

The touch on the smooth bindings of the ancient and new books offered me a whole new perspective on books,

The feeling of overused papers and books gave a strange new look, even though it was old,

the weights differed from each other, there were some thick others were heavier and it made it harder to carry around while the light ones were easier to walk around with.

The old tables  had many sharp splinters and rough surfaces and you could see and feel them every time if set  there to study.

Being situated in the library you could feel the carpet underneath your feet,
it was so comfortable to step on and walk on it.

The piece of cloth on the chairs made with the finest
material for the convenience of the students,
you could sit and study all day long on these chairs and never feel any discomfort on your back,

the different wooden pieces within the library were clean
and smooth, some had graffiti drawn on them by the students,
but almost every piece of wood in the library had individual graffiti.

As you study you hear nothing but the quiet peaceful sounds of paper turning and minds thinking at their best,

the sound of the copying machines kept going all day long unstoppable,

the air conditioner turning on and off,
the sound of the moving leaves of the artificial trees every time the
air conditioner hits it,

the students buzzing around like you are near a hive of bees punctuated by a few louder statements from the librarian to make the students lower their voices so others could
focus, the whispering among the students,
the chairs scraping against the floor each time a student
moves,

Jungkook, a diligent part-time custodian of knowledge, graces the library with his presence.

Dressed in a neatly pressed shirt and with an air of quiet determination, he moves through the aisles with purpose.

Each step is measured, a ballet of efficiency and respect for the sacred space of books.

His tasks are performed with a precision that reflects his commitment to the role.

Shelves are arranged with meticulous care, books aligned in harmonious rows.

Dust particles dance in the slivers of sunlight that filter through the tall windows, bearing witness to his diligent ministrations.When patrons seek guidance, Jungkook's voice carries a gentle warmth, a beacon of assistance amidst the sea of silent pages.

He navigates the labyrinth of literature with ease, helping to unearth hidden treasures and guiding seekers on their quests for knowledge.In the quietude of the library, Jungkook's presence is a reassuring presence, a custodian who tends to the needs of both the books and those who seek their wisdom.

His part-time role is not just a task, but a solemn duty, performed with a grace that echoes the reverence of this sacred space.

It was yet another day of jungkook working and doing his part time job...

As Jungkook diligently tended to his tasks in the library, his focus was momentarily diverted by a subtle shift in the atmosphere.

A hushed murmur of whispered affection reached his ears, a clandestine symphony amidst the sea of rustling pages.

Curiosity sparked in his eyes, prompting him to turn his gaze towards the source.

There, amidst the towering shelves, he beheld a tender tableau; Yoonmin, wrapped in an embrace, their lips meeting in a stolen moment of intimacy.

The air seemed to shimmer with the electricity of their connection, the library's sacred stillness bearing witness to their affectionate exchange.

Jungkook's heart skipped a beat, an unexpected witness to this private interlude.

He hesitated, caught between the desire to retreat and an unspoken acknowledgment of their shared humanity.

In that suspended moment, he glimpsed the vulnerability and authenticity of the two souls before him, their affection a testament to the depth of their connection.

With a quiet, understanding smile, Jungkook chose to offer them a precious sliver of privacy.

He turned away, allowing them to continue their stolen kiss in the sanctuary of the library's embrace.

As he resumed his duties, a newfound warmth settled within him, a reminder of the unexpected beauty that can unfold within the quietude of a library's sacred space.

amidst the hallowed shelves of wisdom,

Yoonmin and Jungkook found themselves in a moment of quiet camaraderie.

The weight of shared secrets and unspoken confidences hung in the air, a testament to their bond.

Yoonmin, with a gentle smile, broached the subject, encouraging Jungkook to venture into the realm of romance, to explore the world beyond the pages.

"Jungkook, you know, sometimes life's most beautiful stories are written outside of books," Jimin offered,

his voice a comforting melody in the tranquil space.Jungkook's gaze wandered to a distant horizon, his thoughts venturing into the realm of dreams.

"I believe in finding my own fairy tale," he murmured, his voice a whisper threaded with determination.

"A love that transcends the ordinary, a connection that echoes the tales of fairy tales and fabled romances."

Yoonmin listened, their expressions a blend of understanding and affection, their presence a pillar of support.

"Jungkook, your heart's desires are precious," Yoongi affirmed, his tone gentle.

"Hold on to them, and let life surprise you.

"And so, in the library's sanctuary of whispered confidences, Yoonmin and Jungkook shared a moment of shared understanding, a bridge between practical advice and the tender yearnings of the heart.

It was a testament to the depth of their friendship, a space where dreams were cherished and nurtured, where the possibility of a prince charming lingered in the air like a promise yet to be fulfilled.

🕸 ♡⛓ ★ ‧ ₊

Taehyung, a man cloaked in crimson chaos, strides through the dimly lit alley, a whirlwind of danger and defiance.

His eyes, ablaze with an untamed fire, lock onto the encroaching goons, daring them to challenge his iron will.

With every step, he leaves a trail of uncertainty in his wake, a symphony of sirens echoing his impending clash with the law.

His words, sharp as knives, cut through the tension, each syllable dripping with a sinister promise.

In this realm of shadows, Taehyung stands tall, a total red flag, a criminal poised for battle.

As the first goon lunges forward, Taehyung's reflexes kick in with a lightning-fast parry, redirecting the attack with lethal precision.

The clash of fists and grunts reverberates through the alley, a brutal ballet of desperation and dominance.

Taehyung's movements are calculated, each strike a calculated dance of power and finesse.

With every foe he faces, a new adversary emerges, drawn by the audacity of this crimson-clad enigma. Taehyung's eyes gleam with a fierce determination, his every move a testament to his unwavering resolve.

He fights with an otherworldly grace, navigating the chaos with an uncanny awareness of his surroundings.

The goons, once confident, now falter before Taehyung's unyielding onslaught.

His taunting words cut through the air like a chilling wind, unsettling his adversaries, leaving them teetering on the edge of defeat.

The alleyway becomes a battleground, the clash of wills and steel a symphony of violence and rebellion.

Through the haze of chaos,

Taehyung stands as a crimson tempest, an embodiment of defiance against a world that seeks to confine him.

His every strike is a declaration, a red flag waving in the face of authority, daring them to try and contain his unbridled spirit.

Goon 1: "You think you can just waltz in here, huh?"

Taehyung: "I don't think, I know. And I'm not here to dance."

Goon 2: "You're gonna regret crossing us, buddy!"

Taehyung: "Regret is for those who back down. I'm not one of them."

Goon 3: "You're gonna pay for this, punk!"

Taehyung: "I'm not the one who'll be writing the checks."

Goon 4: "You're all alone, nowhere to run!"

Taehyung: "Funny, I was thinking the same about you."

Taehyung, after a particularly fierce strike: "You're not even a warm-up."

Goon 5, struggling to get up: "Who are you?"

Taehyung, a smirk playing on his lips: "Just a man who's tired of playing by the rules."

Goon 6, sneering: "You think you're some kind of hero?"

Taehyung, eyes ablaze: "I'm no hero. But I'm the last person you want to stand against."

As the last goon falls to the ground, defeated and broken, Taehyung stands tall, a living testament to the indomitable spirit of rebellion.

The alleyway falls silent, save for the echo of his breath and the distant wail of sirens.

In the aftermath of the brutal altercation, Taehyung's demeanor remains as cold and unyielding as steel.

His eyes, once ablaze with fiery determination, now gleam with an icy resolve.

He surveys the fallen adversaries with a detached air, his expression betraying no hint of remorse or pity.

As the sirens draw nearer, Taehyung's movements are deliberate and calculated.

He doesn't flinch, doesn't waver.

There's a chilling efficiency to his actions, a stark contrast to the chaos he's left in his wake.

He moves with a precision that hints at a lifetime of honed instincts, a man who knows how to navigate the treacherous waters of the underworld.

Interrogating Officer: "You think you can just walk away from this, huh?"

Taehyung, his voice as cold as ice: "Walking away is what I do best."

Officer, frustrated: "Who are you working for? What's your game?"

Taehyung, a faint smirk: "I'm nobody's pawn, officer. Just a man living by his own rules."

Interrogating Officer, pressing harder: "You're not as smart as you think, you know."

Taehyung, unfazed: "Maybe. But I'm smart enough to know when to keep my mouth shut."

Fellow Criminal, cautiously approaching: "You're quite the legend, aren't you?"

Taehyung, his tone cutting through the air: "Legends are just stories, and I'm still very much real."

Taehyung, to a hesitant ally: "You can either stand with me or step aside. Your choice."

As the questions intensify, Taehyung's responses remain as cold and calculated as ever, each word a testament to his unwavering resolve. He's a man of few syllables, but his presence speaks volumes, a chilling reminder of the depths one can go when pushed to the edge.

When confronted by authority, Taehyung meets them with a steely gaze, unyielding in the face of their questions and threats. He answers with a measured calmness, each word chosen with a calculated precision that leaves no room for interpretation.

In the aftermath, as he fades into the shadows, Taehyung leaves behind a lingering aura of cold determination, a figure whose presence lingers long after he's gone.

He's a man of few words, but each one carries the weight of a thousand unspoken truths.

This coldness is his shield, his armor against a world that seeks to break him.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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