# ⁞ paperbound

@? Felix³ Hongjoong peeked into the bookstore, his golden eyes scanning around for the familiar face that he was supposed to be meeting. He hadn't seen Felix in what felt like so long that it kind of felt like he was seeing a stranger again. The store wasn't that big but all it took was him getting distracted by some of the titles in the poetry section to forget why he was even in the shop to begin with. Poetry sometimes helped him attempt to picture what different life experiences actually felt like. To him, poets tended to describe things in such deep detail that, sometimes, once in a while, he liked to believe that he could imagine what was being described. Catching a familiar silhouette in his peripheral, he set the book down and bowed his head a bit toward Felix. "Hello. It's been a while," he spoke up softly, "How have you been?"