[ a soft gasp, because junsu just rememebred what kwang had said. ]

I want the one you told me about. A thousand years of solitude, right?

[ he's looking at a book, but puts it down, smiling at kwang. ]

That's what I want to read.

[ something kwang likes. if they can find it, of course, but junsu has hope. people protect books. pass stories around in secret. he's sure it's somewhere, and he'll find it one day. he wants back toward kwang, putting a hand on the small of his back. ]

If you want a book, I'll buy it for you. My treat.