I got to the library late today as I had to go to the art room to help the teacher with something. Sitting down next to Minho, his eyes not leaving the book.

I look around awkwardly before looking back at him, clearing my throat. The boy still not looking up, I sigh loudly.

"Shh, this book is getting good"

I glare at him, "Fine, I'll go find a table"

I go to get up but his hand finds my thigh, stopping me from moving. I look at his hand and hesitantly look up at him. His eyes are still on the book, "Hold on" He says.

My eyes went down to his lips, they were slightly parted as he focused on the words in the book. It was then I realized I had never really seen him write, every time we were in here he was either reading or talking my ears off.

"Do you only write at home?"

His eyes finally look up to meet mine, going back to the book and closing it. He puts it down on his lap and looks at me. "Yeah"

I felt myself grow sad at how short his answer was. He was awfully quiet today and it only made me wonder what caused the boy to be so down.

I frown and I assume he noticed I picked up on his low mood because he sits up more straight and gives me a small smile "I rather write when I'm alone in my room, so I don't get distracted"

I look over his face and nod slowly, "Maybe we really are the same"

Minho lets out a small chuckle and nods. Biting his bottom lip and looking down at his hand that is still on my thigh. He visibly swallows harshly, now noticing his hand placement. He doesn't move it though, slowly looking up at me. Looking for a reaction that I didn't give him.

I needed to change the subject. "So my parents invited yours over for dinner tonight"

Minho was caught off guard at my sudden change in topic, nodding slowly "Yeah, I found out this morning"

"Are you going?". I asked because he didn't have to, it was considered respectful to go with your parents to these dinners but as you know Minho wasn't fully on board with all of our weird rules in this town.

Minho's eyes wander to the bookshelves in front of us. Shrugging he says "I wasn't gonna go"

I chuckle "You say it like you changed your mind"

He look at his hand on my thigh "I did", looking back at me "I realized it won't be so bad"

"Wrong, these dinners are very boring"

"Shouldn't you be used to them by now?" He asks me.

"Maybe, but I'm not. It just talks about everything I have no interest in so most of the dinner I'll just sit there acting as I care"

"But you don't?"

I shake my head "Not at all, business is not something I want to go into". He gets quiet and just stares at me, "What?"

Minho shakes his head softly "I think this is the most you've opened up to me without being all vague"

I scoff, "I am not vague!". He tilts his head slightly, chuckling under his breath. I huff and cross my arms "Fine, maybe a little but it's only because I'm not used to talking about myself" I said this without thinking and immediately I realized it and tried to laugh it off but Minho looked at me seriously.

"I wanna know everything about you" He whispered into the warm air that roamed the library—the warm air that surrounded us in this dimly lit room. "Is that weird?"

The bell rings and I give him a soft smile, ignoring his not-so-question. "I'll see you tonight?"

He returns the smile and nods. "I'll be there"

I left him in there, as I did most days as he waited for the halls to clear so he wouldn't run into someone from the group. I left him surrounded by books and in a cozy warm place I knew he found safety and comfort. Somewhere I found out he liked to go when he wanted to get away and be alone—or where he used to want to be alone.

Now, it seemed like he liked my company a lot more.