Jisung slumps forward in his chair in the library, resting his chin in his palms and pushing his glasses further up his nose bridge. He sighs tiredly and closes his eyes for a moment, this Magical Creatures book is slowly getting blurred, confusing to even focus on the words.

His eyes flutter open again when he hears your voice through the bookshelves. He knows that voice…

He sits up a littler straighter and fixes his hair, looking expectantly around his table for when you’ll appear.