minho was someone who took care of the library. it was a library you've gone to many times, and it was on campus and you liked the occasional quiet time with the smell of hot coffee. it was a given.

every day though, with every book you'd check out and research, there was always a note on a random page. this time, a note was on page 143. you looked up at minho, who was busy organizing some shelves in the far end of the library.

minho hummed out, already knowing you were watching him.