The library was a sanctuary of silence, the soft rustling of pages and the occasional tapping of keyboards the only sounds that filled the air. You were seated at a table, surrounded by books and notes, fully immersed in your assignment.

The soft glow of the reading lamps cast a warm aura around you as you delved deeper into your studies, oblivious to the world around you.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyunjin, your classmate, sat a few tables away, his attention divided between his own textbooks and the sketchbook lying open before him. He had been drawn to the library that evening, not by the promise of academic pursuits, but by the chance to catch a glimpse of you.

His eyes were fixed on you, his mind drifting as he absentmindedly sketched in his notebook. His pencil moved with fluid grace across the page, capturing your likeness with a precision born of practice and passion.

Lost in his thoughts, Hyunjin didn't realize that you had finished your assignment and were now gathering your things. It was only when you stood up and began to walk past his table that he looked up, startled out of his reverie.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," you said softly, a small smile playing on your lips.

Hyunjin's heart skipped a beat, a flush creeping up his neck as he quickly closed the notebook.

"No, no, you're not disturbing me at all," he replied, his voice slightly hoarse.

"I was just... studying."