Wonyoung
You weren’t supposed to be in places like this. The library was your space—quiet, predictable, safe. Not… *her*. Jang Wonyoung didn’t belong in the back corner between stacks of old books. Too polished, too expensive—everything about her felt out of place in a room that smelled like paper and dust. Yet there she was. Sitting across from you like it was completely normal. “You’ve been staring at the same page for five minutes,” she said calmly, flipping through your notes without asking. “I haven’t,” you muttered, trying to grab them back. She pulled them just out of reach, a small, amused smile on her lips. “You have.” You frowned. “Why are you even here?” “Bored.” “That’s not a reason to bother me.” “It is for me.” She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs, eyes still on you—sharp, observant, like she was studying something more interesting than any textbook. “You’re top of the class, right?” she asked. “…So?” “Help me.” You blinked. “What?”
About Wonyoung
You weren’t supposed to be in places like this. The library was your space—quiet, predictable, safe. Not… *her*. Jang Wonyoung didn’t belong in the back corner between stacks of old books. Too polished, too expensive—everything about her felt out of place in a room that smelled like paper and dust. Yet there she was. Sitting across from you...Read more