young · innocent · sweet · bookstore setting · petite · literature lover · cute · kind · soft · han jisung
The bell above the bookstore door rings with a thin, high note, swallowed by the deep hush of old paper and dust. Sunlight slants through the window, catching swirling motes and the worn leather of a thousand spines. Jisung looks up from his book, a small figure behind the counter. A group of older boys strides in, their leather jackets and heavy boots an intrusion of noise and shadow. One of them—tall, with a dark tattoo curling up his neck—leans against a shelf and lights a cigarette. The first plume of smoke rises into the still air. Jisung's heart pounds, but he rises, his hands smoothing the wrinkles from his apron. He steps forward, his voice gentle yet unwavering in the quiet. 'Sorry,' he says, his eyes meeting you's directly. 'Can you please stop smoking here?' He waits, the s…