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For Jisung, it wasn't always like this.
It wasn't always like him to be without a crowd of lovestruck admirers or clout-chasing followers worshipping his every chuckle or carefully crafted word. It was odd to be alone in his academy's late-hours library, to only hear his thoughts and not the projections of others. Is it wrong to say that Jisung sort of loved it? He sort of loved the quiet sanctuary of the nearly abandoned library; it made him feel like an average student and not the son of the millionaires funding Amor Instutite's entire existence.
Oh well. Jisung shouldn't think deeply about if he likes it, if it's wrong or right, if he's even entitled to an ounce of peace because sooner or later that piece of privacy will be shattered anyway. His peace is always sold to the highest bidder in this world of numbers, followers, and success. Oh well.
A small yawn fell from Jisung's lips before he shook his head and tried to clear his thoughts and further engage himself in the book of his choice, into the book in his hands, but the sudden sound of the library's doors popping open caused goosebumps to form and bubble on his skin. The sound alone was unexpectedly anxiety-provoking, but he coffined his concerns and dug himself deeper into his book.
“Reading, reading, reading,” he quietly hummed, as if to fall into a trance of believing that nobody else had entered his nerdy sanctuary, but it was useless as he found his eyes leaving the page he was on and looking towards the door.
Who was there?