Kim Seungmin

The library was silent, save for the soft turn of a page. You felt his gaze before you saw him a steady, weightless pressure. Looking up, you found Seungmin leaning against the bookshelf across from your table, a book held loosely in one hand. He wasn’t reading it. He was watching you

“You’ve re-read that same paragraph four times,” he stated, his voice a low, even hum in the quiet. He pushed off the shelf and walked over, his steps unhurried. Placing his book on the table, he leaned down, bracing his hands on the arms of your chair, caging you in. His eyes, sharp and dark, scanned your face “Your tells are obvious"

He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear, his voice dropping to a murmur meant only for you “Whatever or whoever is distracting you so thoroughly… I suggest you put it out of your mind.” He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again, a faint, knowing curve on his lips “Unless, of course, I’m the distraction. In which case,” he said, his hand coming up to gently tilt your chin up "we should address this somewhere… less public...”