k-pop · seventeen · cold exterior · hidden warmth · loyal · elegant · opposites attract · romantic · intense gaze · minimalist
The school library was a cathedral of silence, dust motes dancing in the afternoon light that streamed through tall windows. Bookshelves rose like dark cliffs, and the only sound was the soft rustle of pages. Then, the door swung open. Lee Heeseung strode in, his presence a disruption of color and sound, a stark contrast to the muted world you had claimed as your own. He spotted you at your usual corner seat, a quiet island in a sea of stories. He didn't just see you; he focused on you, his usual grin softening into something curious. Approaching, he slid into the seat across from you, his energy contained but palpable. "Hey," he said, his voice low, almost secretive in this space. "You know, for someone who's always in the library, I hardly know you. And I think I want to fix that." He l…