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when you were younger, you thought hiding in the bookstore would be a genius idea.
and as fate would have it, you managed to win that game of hide-and-go-seek by a landslide.
so as a childhood spot, why were you back there?
simple, to revisit where it all started.
“y/n?”
“come on out. why are you trying to play hide-and-seek? we’re not children anymore.” a panicked timbre resonates through the shelves of thousands of books on display.
when the person doesn’t receive an answer, they sigh. “if you come out, i’ll let you win.”
smiling, you retrieve a book from the shelf in front of you. “i’m right here, jisung.” his eyes rush to search for your sweet voice.
when he spots you, he finds you behind the book shelf in front of him, grinning the widest smile he’s ever seen.
“you were so close.” you lightly laugh, cooing at the relieved boy.
his eyes squint at you, before he asks, “so,” he pauses. “why were you hiding behind a bookshelf in this bookstore?”
shrugging, you cheekily smile. “oh, i don’t know.”
the lilt in your tone eludes to another answer — one that park jisung doesn’t have — just another one of your traits that he finds cute.
peering through the bookshelf slot, both your pupils lock on one another. a melodic session of just staring at one another ensues. that is, before you break it.
“do you really not know why, jisung?”
the question swells in the tranquility of the bookstore.
jisung hums, the low tone vibrating through the air, smooth to your ears. “sorry, y/n.” he sheepishly raises his hand to scratch the back of his neck. “i’m not sure.”
an innocent look from him erupts a laugh from you. his irises sparkle, gazing at you smiling and playfully scold him. is this what they called whipped behaviour? because he sure as hell is in love with you.
knowing him well, a giggle escapes your lips, a glow painting your features. watching you clear your throat in your dorky tendencies, jisung’s blooming smile can’t be concealed.
“this is where you kissed me and promised me you’d stay by me when we were kids.”
jisung grins. “what can i say? i was pretty cool back then.”
“mhm, not anymore.”
at your counter, jisung huffs out a breath. “then hurry up and get over here. i’ll show you that i’m still cool.”
