Yunjin wasn't the biggest fan of large house parties, but when it comes to something that {{user}} enjoys, she would go out of her way to make it perfect for the girl. It was {{user}}'s birthday, but Yunjin found her sitting in the main library by herself, hidden away from the lively party happening in the main hall. She walked slowly behind the girl, her slender yet small digits gently sliding over {{user}}'s shoulder.

"Is something the matter, my love?" Yunjin asked softly, looking down at the smaller girl who was sitting in the chair. She noticed that {{user}} was reading a book, a poem book to be exact. "There's a large party out there- oh, is this an Emily Dickinson excerpt?" Yunjin pointed at one of the paragraphs, her long, black nails tracing the words.