[ With fingers at the small of Junsu's back, under his jacket, Kwang nods. ]

That'd be the one. I can't really tell if this store has any kind of organizational system, so we might have to spend a while in here...

[ The hardship. In between the smell of old books and that of Junsu's, Kwang is feeling safe, and calm, content and cozy. Like he's stepped into a dream the moment they walked through the door. In between the shelves, they're tucked away, away from any prying eyes, the aisles dark to protect the books, the air a little dusty.

It's sort of perfect. He leans closer without thought. ]

I have had a desire to re-read The Portrait of Dorian Gray...