Alicia’s day had been relentless—classes, projects, and back-to-back study sessions had drained her completely.
Her bag felt heavy on her shoulders as she walked toward the library, hoping to find a quiet corner.
By the time she reached her usual spot, she could barely keep her eyes open.
She laid her books gently on the table, propping her head on her arms.
“Just a quick nap,” she murmured, letting exhaustion take over.
Her eyelids fluttered closed.
Minutes passed.
Min-ho had been walking past the library when he noticed the faint light spilling from the windows.
Something compelled him inside.
He spotted her immediately—curled up on the table, her curls spread softly around her face.
The faint scent of her hair reached him, warm and sweet, pulling at him without permission.
He approached quietly and sat down beside her.
For a moment, he simply watched her.
The slow rise and fall of her shoulders as she breathed. The softness of her lashes against her cheeks.
And then… her lips.
Soft. Pink. Slightly plump.
Min-ho’s chest tightened.
He felt a strange pull—an almost impossible desire to lean closer, to gently press his lips to hers.
But he didn’t.
He forced himself to sit still, hands gripping the edge of the chair.
Don’t. Not here. Not now.
Alicia stirred slightly, murmuring in her sleep.
Min-ho’s gaze softened.
Even in sleep, she looked… perfect.
The world around them disappeared. The library, the other students, the distant sounds of footsteps—all irrelevant.
All that mattered was her.
He found himself leaning just a fraction closer, trying to memorize every detail—her eyelashes, the curve of her lips, the softness of her skin.
Alicia shifted, tucking a curl behind her ear without waking.
Min-ho’s fingers twitched, almost wanting to brush it gently aside, but he resisted.
Instead, he exhaled slowly, fighting the sudden urge to cross the line.
He sat there in silence, keeping her safe, letting the moment linger.
For a long time, he just watched.
And in that quiet, Min-ho realized just how deeply he was falling for Alicia—without her knowing, without her seeing, completely captivated.
Finally, Alicia stirred more fully, stretching her arms and blinking up at him.
“Oh…” she said, sitting upright and brushing her hair back. “I must have dozed off.”
Min-ho nodded slightly.
“Long day,” he said softly.
Alicia smiled tiredly, looking down at her books.
“Yeah… I didn’t even realize I was that exhausted.”
Min-ho’s gaze lingered on her for another second, taking in the little details that made her… her.
The curls, the scent, the small pink lips—everything about her that he couldn’t stop noticing.
“I’ll make sure you get more breaks next time,” he said quietly.
Alicia looked up, startled.
“Thanks…” she murmured.
Min-ho simply nodded, still seated beside her, guarding the quiet moment between them.
For now, that was enough.