Flower

    after he keys in the relevant information and her orders, noeul fishes his staff pass from his hoodie’s pocket to scan for a discount and for the unlock key, actions smooth and familiar. “ i’ve booked you for the minimum 4 hours slot. ” he finishes up with one final enter and straightens up, tipping his head in the general direction of the console he booked. “ i’ll unlock it and bring you your food. ” noeul rounds the counter to join iseul as he walks her over. “ oh we got these new green pea chips? you want some or just your normal? ”

Iseul smiled as she followed her friend to her computer. “To bad, this one isn’t as close to you as normal, it will be hard to bug you for tips.” Her voice teasing as she sat and nodded. “Omg, green pea? That sounds so yummy. Yes please.” She said as he logged her on and she opened the game placing her headphones over her ears carefully. The music of the game soothing, the deep cello playing in her ear, she felt safer already. The doctor had told her today her mother wasn’t getting better and she was fading fast. Her mother asleep as they spoke. There wasn’t much time left and Iseul couldn’t think about that right now. She let the strings of the music take her away, swelling as she gliding her character through the game.

 “The point is, it didn’t really matter what the book was about. It was what it meant that was important.” - The Book Thief

from the moment doyoung left law school, he was never really sure where he saw himself in the future — if he would return and become a lawyer, or turn towards a career more financial based or something beyond that; nothing had been certain, he definitely hadn’t seen himself working within the walls of the Myeongcho library but…he had grown to find comfort in it. it might not have been something he necessarily dreamed of, but it was stable, and on most days, it was enjoyable. especially the days where things ran smoothly, and with seeing particular familiar faces that came in and out of the library doors often. there were already many things to memorize and organize — but he especially liked memorizing little details about patrons he could recognize. it made things seem more personal

he spots one of the patrons that’s become familiar to him as he’s walking past some of the shelves, a few books to return to their rightful places in his arms; yet he stops in his tracks, pausing for a moment before he approaches her quietly, walking slowly in attempt to catch her attention before he greets her, a friendly smile forming on his features, “good afternoon, do you need any help finding anything today?”

 The voice rang in her ears as Iseul turned, she had been looking at the fables, she had read most in the library, but loved reading every fairy-tale, folklore, or fable she could get her hands on. Sometimes thinking about it helped her, she knew her life was nothing like the stories she read. Her mother wasn’t suddenly going to not have cancer and a prince sweep her off her feet, she knew that. Looking at the man who was taller, then again who, besides some women, didn’t seem to tower over her small frame. “um....I guess I’m looking for a fairy-tale book I haven’t read yet.” 

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i can't show them all to you

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he took a deep breath and slowly approached the gate to the garden over which stone wall his precious  baby had vanished. he knocked on the door and waited patiently, listening to the rapid footsteps and then the door opened slightly and he saw a young woman there. he offered her a polite smile, something that he had perfected while on the job. As she asked if she could help him with something, sungki nodded. “i was hoping you might. You see, my kitten made a mad dash outside as soon as i opened the door to my apartment and i chased the speedy furball all the way here, where i saw him jump over your fence and then vanish!” he explained his situation taking on the professional voice that he often used when he was out questioning witnesses. “i was hoping you may have seen him or in the very least, point me in the direction where i may find the black puddle of goo,” he said, laughing a bit at his own comment.

Looking around to make sure it was only him, that he wasn’t lying. He seemed like a cop they way he questioned her. Taking a deep breath and swallowing she nodded. “Ah...the little black kitten? It’s asleep in the flowers with Sunflower” She quickly added. “That’s my cat, Sunflower, the little one usually come over and sleep for an hour. Come in and have some tea. I’d prefer we not wake them, you’re small one will be up soon and you can take it home.”