In Between The Pages Of You | MIN YOONGI X BLK FEM READER (COMING SOON)

In between the pages of you | MIN YOONGI X BLK FEM READER (COMING SOON)

summary: Yoongi ends up falling in with you while reading the pages of your journal you lost.

genre: fluff, angst, humor, and romance.

a/n: first off I never really thanked my friend @honeysuckledrop for always reading and listening to me talk about my stories. You're the best!

Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer.

CHAPTER ONE POSTED HERE

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Hi, I'm not sure if you're still taking requests but if you are, may I please request vernon from seventeen. Something sad. It's loosely based on Taylor Swift's song August. Vernon is leaving the little beach town he spent his summer at with his grandma, while there he ended up in a short relationship with Y/n. They both knew the relationship would end but they both weren't ready to say goodbye. Towards the end Vernon kisses Y/n and she's crying, gripping his shirt. (It takes place on the beach)

Sorry for the somewhat long request. 😭😭

ahhh yes im still taking requests but omg this is such a good plot lmao!!

PAIRING: chwe hansol (vernon)  x afab!reader

GENRE: fluff, angst, strangers to lovers (kind of)

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

WARNINGS: none!!

SUMMARY: a journey through summer.

AUTHORS NOTE: this is actually such a good plot but so so sad lmaoo. sorry if its a bit short bahahaha

june;

as you stepped foot into the little coffee shop near your house, you see the regular customers chatting and laughing but someone stands out. a new face.

it's like he's glowing.

his smile is so radiant and captivating and his laugh is so cute.

it's when he turns to look at you when you realise you're staring. you quickly look away but you don't see the shy smile he gives back at you.

you feel a tap on your shoulder so you turn around.

"uh, hey. uhm i thought you were kind of cute so uh could i maybe get your number?"

it's the boy you were staring at earlier.

"oh sure!"

you pick up a piece of paper and a pen from the counter and scribble down your number.

"here you go...?"

"vernon." vernon smiles as you hand him the piece of paper. "thanks...?" he tilts his head to the left slightly.

"_____." you give him what you hope is a sweet smile. "i'll text you later, _____" vernon smiles at you and walks away, clutching the piece of paper with your number on it.

july;

you're hanging out with vernon again for what feels like the 100th time this summer. you found out that he is only staying here for the summer because it was his grandma's hometown.

"vernon?" you are both sitting on your bed, cross legged, hands intertwined. "yeah?" he replies looking at you. "when do you have to leave?" he gently grabs your other hand as well, looking at you.

"at the end of august. the end of summer" he says, pulling you closer to him by the waist. "so we don't have that much time together" you whisper, mostly to yourself.

"i guess so" he says, squeezing your hand. "let's make the most of it then." he says, getting off the bed and dragging you with him.

that day, you go to the beach together and splash each other with water. you get ice cream and you both order the same flavour! what a coincidence!

august;

august rolls around sooner than you thought it would. on vernon's last day here, you spend the day together on the beach.

"vernon..." you whisper as you both sit on the warm sand. tears are prickling down your cheeks. his arms wrap around your body as you cry into his shoulder.

"_____... i wish i didn't have to leave." he strokes your hair, tucking it behind your ear. "will you ever come back?" you look up at him with glossy eyes.

silence.

that was all you needed for more tears to spill out of your eyes. "_____, baby, i love you so much, okay?" he said he loves you. he's never said that before. "i-i love you too, vernon..."

your lips meet in a gentle kiss as you both cry together. his hands make their way to your waist and your make their way to his t-shirt gripping it tightly.

you pull away.

"please don't forget me vernon.." you mutter as he presses light kisses all over your face. "i'll never forget you, baby. i love you so much." he says, caressing your cheek.

your tears drop onto the sand as he gives your forehead one last kiss..

How would it be to be Saerom's girlfriend.

requested @iamflawless303

these are things I think being saerom's girlfriend would include.

How would it be to be Saerom's girlfriend would included...

🦊 listening to jazz music with her on lazy rainy Saturday afternoons while cuddled up in bed together.

🦊 she spoils you a lot then complains about you being a spoiled brat.

🦊 she'll cook for you. because seeing you eat makes her happy. she's the type of girlfriend that'll get upset if you told her the only thing you had today was an Ice coffee.

🦊 your her baby. saerom loves loving on you. she enjoys touching you a lot. whenever given the chance she would touch you.

🦊 lots of kissing. she loves kissing you. when she comes back after a long tour she kisses you in the places she misses you most telling you how much she misses you.

🦊 saerom loves dancing for you. even sexy dancing she likes when you get flustered when she teases you with a little strip tease.

🦊 saerom always sings hoody songs to you. she just really likes singing to you in general. she will even sing you to sleep.

🦊 lot's of late night drives together and finding hidden little hole in the wall restaurants and bars.

🦊 though saerom may not get overly jealous. she DOES get jealous. She's the quiet type of jealous that lets you feel how jealous she was once you are in the bedroom.

🦊 she loves to adore you. when she gets the chance to talk about you, it's like bright sunshine on a winter's day.

🦊 saerom has playlist of songs that remind her of you.

🦊 she loves doing your hair and makeup.

🦊 if you're anxious about something she'll calm you down the way you like.

🦊 honey, babe, and baby girl is what she likes to call you.

🦊 she paints her nails your favorite color.

🦊 matching couple rings. That would later turn into wedding rings.

🦊she loves leaving hickies on your neck and breast.

🦊 she watches your favorite movie/tv shows with you.

a/n: gosh I hope you liked it. I had to do some research on saerom to get a feel of her. 🥺

DATING BADA LEE WOULD INCLUDE....

So these are some things I think dating this beautifully hot woman would include.

dating bada lee would include....

🍒 long talks on the phone when she's away.

🍒 lots of hand holding. even when you are cooking she still wants to try and hold your hand.

🍒 her fingers tracing hearts on your body in the places she wants to kiss you.

🍒 cute dates with matching couple outfits.

🍒 she'll hug you from behind. It's so freaking melting when she does that.

🍒 her cooking for you.

🍒 you wearing her clothes when you spend the night at her place.

🍒 having silly little dance battles with her. the loser has to kiss the winner.

🍒 visiting each other's families during the holidays. your parents love her and her parents just adore you.

🍒 head kisses when you are feeling down and don't wanna talk about what's bothering you yet. she would always wait for when you're ready to talk about it.

🍒 sleeping on top of her when it's too hot during the summer.

🍒 kissing her cold fingers in the winter.

🍒 watching her at dance battles and supporting her.

🍒 long slow kisses.

🍒 taking care of her when she's sick.

🍒 you taking off guard pictures of her to use as blackmail.

🍒 roasting each other.

🍒 her reassuring you every second that she loves you.

🍒 doing each other make-up.

🍒 random road trips.

🍒 awful singing at 2am.

🍒 late night talks about nothing.

🍒 Inside jokes.

🍒 her praising you during and after sex.

🍒 you asking her if you were a worm would she still love you.

🍒 sending each other music because a song reminds you both of each other.

🍒 you sitting in her lap and falling asleep.

🍒 her telling you how beautiful you are.

2:55 a.m. | RIIZE Wonbin x Blk Fem Reader

Wonbin would wait for you. Down by the bay, at the train station, outside the company’s building, in front of the food stalls, he always waited for you. That became his thing. Sometimes you and he talked, and other times you both let the comfortable silence wedge itself between your bodies, you laughed when he did, and smiled when he did. You weren’t trying to find yourself with him, that would be something you did on your own. The one thing you did want to find with Wonbin is love; wanting to discover how sweet his love could be, wanting to know if it was like a warm hug after a long tiring day at work or was it, “I miss you.” between the sweetest of kisses and the softest of smiles from him or was it feeling like you had found a home in him?

And he wants to find love with you too. It would surprise him how your love reminds him of winter and summer.

Whenever you and Wonbin walk side by side, you’d lean into him enough to let him know, “Hey, I’m here for you.” A little nudge. A little smile to get him to say, “I’m here for you too, y/n.” 

 Wonbin is like the stars. He is scattered across your mind.

a/n: if you want to request Wonbin imagines I'm taking requests.

Sunscreen | Mingi x Blk Fem Reader

a/n: wrote this for myself cause I'm a little sad and in my feelings. I discovered this lovely song on Spotify called sunscreen and fell in love with it. lyrics are worked into the fic. sorry for any mistakes.

With every break-up, it always seemed like it was your fault. Your recent breakup had been no different from the rest. You felt numb when it suddenly ended. You thought of every single thing that could make your ex look like a bad person in your eyes, but he wasn't a bad person at all.

But you needed him to be.

When people ask you why it ended, you'd shrug, saying, "I don't know." because you really didn't know.

One minute he was here talking about marriage and how he would cry when you walked down the aisle. And the next he's storming through your apartment collecting his things, shoving them into his duffle bag, saying how he couldn't do this anymore. All you could do was cry and beg him not to go. He still left.

Now it's 2 am. You're in your bathroom listening to Erykah Badu while drinking warm red wine from a paper cup. You stare at your hair clippers, turning them on and then cutting your hair. It was freeing in a way you always did this after every breakup. Making you feel less light, but that numbness will still linger for about two more weeks, maybe even months.

So you move through your life without ever really thinking of your ex until something suddenly reminds you of him all over again. Like how when you hear his favorite song that you two would sing while drunk late into the night or when you run into some of his friends and you try your hardest not to ask them how he is doing.

These days were always a little harder.

After when you thought it was okay to actually move on, you get dressed up. Put on your favorite red lipstick and your favorite perfume.

The singles mixer was at a karaoke bar. You signed your name getting a sticker that read: ‘Hello, I'm Y/n’.

You smooth the sticker on to your black Chanel blouse while you order a drink. There were some people already up on stage singing some Taylor Swift song that you heard one time at the grocery store. Cruel summer.

Once you had your drink, you sit back watching everyone as they talk. Remember, you came here to have fun, and meet someone new.

From across the room, you see a guy walk in. He's awkwardly smiling, greeting anyone who walks by him. He slaps on his sticker and you squint your eyes in the dimly lit karaoke room to see his name tag. But all you could make out was ‘Min’

He slid down beside you. You pretend not to notice him. He leans towards you spooking you.

“Y/n's a cute name.” He says with a smile.

With the brim of your glass to your lips, you mutter, “Thank you.”

You glanced at his name sticker. ‘Hello, I'm Mingi.’

The host of the mixer came around encouraging those who were just sitting to get up and have fun. Mingi holds a mic for you. You stare at it before shaking your head.

“I can't really sing.” You say.

“Karaoke is not about how good you can sing. It's about having fun. Sing with me, please?”

So you take the mic. Go up on stage with Mingi. The song Mingi picked was The Black Eyed Peas My Humps. Mingi sings and dances on stage. Everyone was cheering him on. He grabs your hand getting you to dance a little. You're hesitant to sing at first but you sing having fun, but when Mingi twerks, you burst into laughter midway through the song.

You just met the guy and you couldn't help but imagine yourself with him. And it felt nice.

I want someone to remind me to wear sunscreen. And take my vitamins when it slips my mind.

You could imagine Mingi peeking his head out of your bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth as he reminds you to not forget to put on sunscreen and to take your vitamins as you're rushing about the kitchen trying to grab your tea mug, keys, and bag so you could head the door.

I want someone who knows how I like my coffee and wants to share a bed from morning to night.

Then you couldn't help but imagine him in your kitchen early in the morning, with messy brown hair and shirtless. He would know how you liked your coffee in the mornings. It would take him a week to get it right and when he does, it's worth seeing your smile and telling him he tastes like heaven. Then Saturdays would be your favorite again. Mingi would want to sleep in with you on his days off. And on the days he comes to your place late after work, sharing your bed at night with you would become his favorite thing.

“I would like to get to know you more,” Mingi says as the two of you walk off the stage. At first, you didn't know what to say, too scared that if Mingi eventually knew the real you, he'll be gone too.

But I'm stubborn. Selfish. Easily Jealous at times.

It's hard being you. Now you start to see why things never worked out with anyone else. You were just being yourself. What's a relationship when you couldn't be your true self? So what if you're stubborn? You've been that way since you were five. Selfish. Because you're the eldest daughter who had to be a parent to your younger siblings when your mother didn't feel like being a mother. Being easily Jealous comes from the time in 11th grade when your ex-best friend was far prettier than you, and got all the boys. These things made you into who you were.

I'm hard to love and I just want someone to try.

Of course, you weren't the easiest person on earth to love. But you think that came from your father. You tried your best to make your love easy, to make it comfortable for others to want to lean into. It was the opposite, though. At the end of the day, all you wanted was someone who would try. That's all you ask for.

You let Mingi in a little that night at the mixer. What could it hurt? The worst that could happen is you're crying into your pillow a couple months from now because he breaks up with you.

Ending up in your bed naked by the end of the night with Mingi wasn't supposed to happen, but it did. You'll regret it in the morning when he sneaks out while you're still asleep. So right now, while he's sleeping, you stare at him, counting how many breaths he takes.

By morning, you're a little groggy. You didn't expect to be pulled into Mingi's naked body. He's still here.

I want someone who knows that I'm not made for mornings and doesn't scold me for smoking when I drink.

Mingi doesn't try to pull you out of bed with the talk of breakfast and getting your day started early. Mornings weren't meant for you. And he somehow knew that. By the afternoon, Mingi is still at your place. He's wearing a pair of your sweat pants that go above his ankles. You make lunch for the two of you. Sometimes you like having a smoke during this time of day with a drink. Mingi isn't bothered by it. He doesn't try to scold you telling you how bad for your health it is. He doesn't know you to tell you what's good or bad for you. You liked that, though.

I want someone who can ground me when I'm too high. Light up the dark side of my head.

There were days when you floated on the surface of your mind, not really here, you functioned like you were on autopilot most days. It's been two weeks now. You knew Mingi's last name and all his favorite things. He spends nights at your place on the weekends. He noticed you weren't being yourself, he'd stroke your back, speaking to you softly. Sometimes being in your head all the time makes you depressed. Because you would find your ex still lingering there. Mingi sits and listens to you talk about your ex.

"I want to hate him, Mingi. But my heart won't let me."

Mingi kissed the top of your head. He understood what you were going through he's been here before too.

"Sometimes it takes a while for our hearts to want to let go. It's normal. You just haven't had the time to grieve for the loss of your relationship with your person."

He knew it was going to take you some time to heal and he was willing to wait to for you.

I want someone to share my coffee and sunscreen. My mornings, my stories and my bed.

Two weeks with Mingi turned into two months. He moved into your apartment. His toothbrush had a permanent spot next to yours. You had someone to share coffee with in the evenings. Sharing your sunscreen with Mingi became a daily thing.

You told Mingi all your stories from like the time you were ten and your pet cat Frankie brought you a dead mice, and how you when turned thirteen and your mom forget your birthday and tried to make it up to you by giving you a hostess chocolate cupcake she got from the gas station.

And lazy Sundays cuddled up with Mingi felt nicer than anything in the world. You liked having someone to share your bed with again. Mingi got comfortable with you in a sense he knew you better than your ex had.

Mingi tried with you.

That's all you ever wanted from someone was to try.