Between the Shelves (M)
Namjoon x Reader
Genre: Smut and fluff
Warnings: Public sex
Word count: 5,252 words
You looked around the public library, satisfied that you’d managed to find a section completely devoid of people. Granted, the place was usually mostly empty, but you preferred to be absolutely alone while you did your work. Your roommates were always throwing parties at the house you shared, and when they were not hosting one, the entire house would be shaking with the noises they made with guys they brought home. After many, many not-so-subtle, then downright obvious attempts to tell them that the walls were thin, having them apologise to you just to do the same thing again the next day, you had given up. You liked your housemates immensely and you have a lot of fun together, but you needed silence when you were studying or finishing your many assignments.
The university library was not an option either. You had no idea why it became such a popular place to hang out in. Sure there were many students who went there to study, but they could never do it quietly. Discussions erupted here and there all the time, with voices that they did not bother to lower even by one iota. When you complained to your friends, they knew better than to suggest that you try sitting at one of the tables in the back away from the ruckus. Those secluded corners produced noises of their own that you found even less tolerable: moans and grunts of people making out, and who knew what else.
That’s when you stumbled upon the town’s public library. It was not very big, but boasted a pretty large selection of books covering various genres that was supposed to appeal to the public, but for some reason not many people visited. Perhaps people preferred to read online. We were in the age of advanced technology after all. Anyhow, it was better for you this way. An entire library all to yourself was heaven on Earth. Save for the occasional visitors who rarely stayed long, coming just to borrow or return books, and the surly librarian whom you have never seen move from the front desk except to go for lunch or relieve herself.
And him. Ooooooh, how you hated that guy for invading your sanctuary at first. It was during your second visit to the public library and you were smiling to yourself, excited to have found this gem where you could study in peace. You settled down at one of the tables near the row of windows, enjoying the soft rays of sunlight pouring through into the library. You’ve only been there twice but you knew that this was to be your favourite spot.
Every bit of your attention was given to your laptop screen, fingers flying across the keyboard in an effort to type out your report in record time so you jumped in surprise when you heard the legs of a chair scraping against the floor. You lifted your head up to see a tall guy with dark hair sitting down a few tables away, facing you. His head was bent down as he dropped his things onto the long table: a brown leather satchel that rattled when he set it down, his phone and a paperback, probably a novel.
As though he sensed that he was being watched, he looked up and met your eyes. With how hard you’d been staring, you wouldn’t be surprised if he did feel your eyes on him. He flashed you a grin, and you couldn’t help your lips parting just a little as two prominent dimples dipped into his cheeks. You shifted your eyes down to your computer without responding, wanting nothing but to continue your work in peace.
You heard him plop down into his seat and then the sound of pages rustling as you assumed he was there to read his book. Suddenly the report in front of you stopped making sense. You searched your mind for the words you meant to write, having mapped out a rough idea of the report in your head before you even started, but your brain had decided that the person that had just arrived was infinitely more interesting than the piece of writing that you were supposed to hand in the day after tomorrow, and was refusing to cooperate.
He’s cute, the thought ran through your head before you could regain your focus. A few seconds were spent frowning and chewing on your lower lip before you chanced another glance at him. Your chin tilted upwards a mere centimeter, your eyes doing most of the movement, but he caught you anyway, because he had his eyes on you the entire time. You suspected that, but it didn’t stop blood from rushing to your cheeks when his smile grew (Was he smiling the whole time?) and this time you managed a little nod of acknowledgement of his presence before you dipped your head back down.