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['it was quiet as he walked down the hall. with his hands in his pockets, he had passed by the music room; his eyes glanced through the window, the urge wasn't able to reside yet. the male turned his attention back to the empty hallway. donghae continued on until he reached near the end of the place.] "A library." ['he said to himself, as he stared at the polished wooden doors. the musician took his time as he walked to the doors, his hands reached for the handle and pulled the door open. he took a peek inside before walking in. it reminded him of his college campus. donghae took a look around and went to the closes book shelf that was near him. it didn't bother to look at the section name, but as his fingers touched the book's spine he recognized a few of the books that he read when he was young. as he passed through the first few shelves, he heard a voice showing signs of struggle. donghae peeked through the shelf in front of him and he saw a girl trying to reach for a book that was in a place higher than she was. he rounded the corner and leaned on the shelf where the girl was.] "Do you need help?" ['he asked her, his hands shoved back in his pockets.]