Library Boy

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Library Boy

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Namjoon walked into the library, books in hand. He was currently going to a University in Seoul and needed to study a lot. He returned the books he had and soon started to look for books.

As he was looking, he ran into a slightly smaller boy. Namjoon apologized, going around him. The boy worked there, Namjoon could tell. His hair was brown, and he was placing books on the lower shelves.

“Haha! Shortie, always putting the lower books on the lower shelves cause we can't reach that height!”

“So small!”

“Thank god I'm not you!”

Namjoon heard boys teasing the smaller boy. He watched as the smaller boy ignored them, but his ears turning red from embarrassment and anger. The smaller boy became so unfocused until he dropped his books. The boys laughed.

Namjoon couldn't take it anymore and walked over, helping the smaller boy.

“I don't need help,” he said. But Namjoon continued to help him. The boys who were teasing him mumbled and walked away. Namjoon smiled slightly as he helped him.

“Here,” Namjoon sighed as he handed the books to him. The smaller boy didn't smile nor look at him. But he did say a quiet thank you. Namjoon smiled and walked away, back to the section he was looking books for.

“Algebra.. pre-algebra.. ah! Astronomy!” Namjoon said until taking the astronomy book out. He smiled as he briefly scanned over it. He closed the book and headed towards another section, looking for the books he'd need for his ELA and writing classes.

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Soon after he finished, Namjoon walked home from the library, not wanting to use a car. He enjoyed every step he took and looked around the streets of Seoul. It was peaceful and bustling with people.

“Hey! Shortie!”

“Why are you ignoring us?”

“He's probably deaf, let's go teach him a lesson!”

Namjoon turned to see the smaller boy from before and the boys teasing him. They grabbed the smaller boy and dragged him into an alley. He crossed the road and hid behind a wall, watching.

They kicked and kicked him until he stood no more. They ran off, not noticing him. Namjoon ran into the alley, setting his books down, looking at him.

“Hey, hey,” Namjoon said. The smaller boy was in a fetus position, his arms and legs covered with bruises. His eyes were squeezed tight until Namjoon spoke. He opened them, looking at him.

“Are you gonna beat me up too?” he said quietly. Namjoon shook his head, helping the smaller boy to this feet. The boy insisted he needed no help, but Namjoon helped him anyways, carrying him to his apartment.

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As soon as he reached his apartment, Namjoon set the boy on his couch, heading to the washroom to get a first aid kit. He brought it back, and the smaller boy was asleep in a flash.

He looked so peaceful, calm, and beautiful. Namjoon smiled and shook him. The boys eyes fluttered open. Only to stare at Namjoon.

“Where am I?”

“My apartment, let me clean those wounds though, okay?” Namjoon said. The boy nodded, letting him help him. Namjoon asked him many questions, he learned his name was Yoongi and that he was also going to University, he worked at the library because he loved to read and the smell of books.

“Nice to meet you then, Yoongi,” Namjoon said. Yoongi smiled a bit. Namjoon finished cleaning him up. Heading to the kitchen, he washed his hands.

As he was washing his hands, he got a back hug from Yoongi. He turned around and smiled as Yoongi's eyes closed and leaned onto Namjoon.

After he finished washing his hands, he walked Yoongi back to the couch, turning on the TV and doing his homework, Yoongi leaning on his shoulder as he slept.

Yoongi opened his eyes, only to see papers and papers of math equations on the table in front of them, Namjoon furiously answering each one.

“That's a wrong answer,” Yoongi said, making Namjoon jump a little bit. He pointed to the incorrect answer and Namjoon did it again, getting the correct answer.

“Thanks,” Namjoon said with a yawn. Yoongi fell right back to sleep, but this time his head on Namjoon's lap as he was facing the math problems. Namjoon looked down to adore his adorable features. He soon fell asleep as well.

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Namjoon headed to the library the next week to return his books, except for the ELA and writing books, he renewed those. He went to the math section, deciding he'd need to learn math a little bit better due to the night Yoongi corrected him.

Namjoon got a 93/100 on his math test, which was fine with him, he just wanted to get 100. He grabbed some math books and headed to check them out. Before he got in line he saw Yoongi struggling to get a book from a taller shelf than him.

He walked over, grabbing the book for him, handing it to Yoongi. Yoongi looked up at Namjoon who smiled, Yoongi mumbled thanks. Namjoon ruffled his hair a bit and then walked away, clutching his books to his chest as a faint blush bloomed on his cheeks.

After checking his books out. He went to go sit down on a chair, reading them, minding his own business. He didn't look up or notice that Yoongi had sat next to him, reading the books as well.

“What're you reading?” Yoongi asked, making Namjoon jump again from him scaring him. He explained he was reading about math. They were in a corner, so they could speak a little louder than usual.

Yoongi stared at the pages, his teardrop eyes looking tired as he struggled to keep his eyes open. It was around 8 pm, of course.

“My shift ends in five minutes, can you wait for me?” Yoongi asked, begging you could say. Namjoon nodded, Yoongi got up and finished working around the library. After five minutes, he checked out and the both of them left.

“Can I go to your apartment againnn?” Yoongi whined, holding onto Namjoon's arm. He chuckled and said yes, gaining a little yay from Yoongi.

Namjoon asked why he wanted to stay at his place again, Yoongi said he didn't want to go home to his mother again. Guess he still lived with his parents.

Namjoon chuckled as they walked home, he opened the door to his apartment and Yoongi immediately ran to the couch, screaming in ˢᴹᴬᴸᴸ font. He fell onto the couch, hugging the pillows.

Namjoon smiled, asking him to sit up so he could sit down and work. Yoongi obeyed and sat up. But he turned on the TV and watched what was on TV while he leaned on Namjoon. Namjoon pulled out his writing work and copied down notes and wrote out long paragraphs.

“What're you doing?” Yoongi asked, looking at Namjoon with a small smile. Namjoon explained his work, and he said oh. Turning back towards the TV, intertwining his hand with Namjoon, who didn't let go.

“Bang bang,” Yoongi said as he went and found some airplanes, he was sitting on the floor, playing with them. Namjoon watched from behind him. He chuckled a little bit.

“Oh noo, I'm going down!” Yoongi intimidated a pilots voice, which made Namjoon smile at. Yoongi turned to Namjoon, who was caught in looking at him before he could turn away. Yoongi ran up to him behind the couch, giving him a back hug again.

“Why didn't you come over and play with me?” Yoongi said, pouting. Namjoon told him he was working, which Yoongi denied every time because he saw him watching.

Namjoon yawned, looking at the time. It was around 11 PM, and he decided to go to sleep. He got up and headed to his room, grabbing a shirt and boxers for Yoongi.

He was about to walk out of his room to give them to Yoongi when he was stopped by Yoongi sitting on his bed, kicking up and down.

“Here, Yoongles,” Namjoon gave the clothes to Yoongi. Yoongi giggled as he ran out to get changed. Namjoon swiftly got changed. He finished pulling up his pants when Yoongi entered, the shirt oversized for him, going down to the middle of his thighs.

He crawler into bed, only to have Yoongi crawl next to him too. He was about to turn of the light when Yoongi cried out he wanted a night light. Namjoon got up and went to get him a cat night light.

He plugged it in and snuggled back into bed. Yoongi hummed and snuggled with Namjoon, quickly falling asleep.

Namjoon stared down at the smaller boy, he could not deny it. He bent down and gave him a little peck on the forehead.

He loved Yoongi.