Writing A Name In Golden Ink (The Beg of a Long Lost Soul)

«The library. It was never about the books. It was about him.»

In a quiet library, trapped alone in an empty street, Taeyong created his own comfort space, to escape the tumultuous life of the city. Only a few, very specific, type of people, knew about the existence of this spot. And if he often had seen people come either to work or to read or just to buy books, he had never seen him before. Coming by an early morning, without an umbrella, to hide from the rain pouring outside. And if it felt like a divine call, a message from above telling him to take care of this person he knew nothing about, then Taeyong would listen. Because if what they had written in black ink as soulmate in the past was this feeling, then the librarian was prepared to melt under the fire of God to be the golden ink who would wrote about soulmate again.