Dongwoo was in the library for his… “research project”, as he like to refer to it… but today, he just wasn’t finding anything new or useful. With an audible groan, he shoved the current book aside and laid his head down on the table.
He tilted his head to stare at Alatum Decus, the dragon history book that his mother had left him with. Dongwoo idly traced the worn, leather cover with his finger to kill time. Inside were stories of dragons of old and courageous battles, stories of fun and of lore, all written and recorded in a beautiful, precise mixture of his and his mother’s handwriting. He wasn’t the best at creating beautiful literature as his mother was, but he was good enough to do the tales justice. Also, his ability and patience to pore through hours of research exceeded that of his mother’s, explaining why his mother thought that he should take over.
Dongwoo didn’t know why he was so frustrated; there was no rush to finish the book. But for the last two weeks, he’s felt angsty for no good reason. Nothing was stressing him out (well, except for the renegades, but he got over that quickly), he was doing well in his classes, and he and Minzy were as happy as can be. So why-
