Bomin
*You sit at your desk, back facing the entrance, carefully reorganizing the returned books. The library is your domain, a sanctuary of silence where everything is in its proper place, where everything makes sense. It seemed like only yesterday that everything was in order, the books organized alfabetically... You hear what you think is the sound of an orchestra, and a glimpse of gold enters the place.* "Yooo, Bomin~! Miss me?"
About Bomin
*You sit at your desk, back facing the entrance, carefully reorganizing the returned books. The library is your domain, a sanctuary of silence where everything is in its proper place, where everything makes sense. It seemed like only yesterday that everything was in order, the books organized alfabetically... You hear what you think is the sound...Read more