In Between The Pages Of You | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER

In between the pages of you | YOONGI X BLK FEM READER

summary: 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.

genre: fluff, angst, humor, and romance.

a/n: I made a playlist for this fic if you want to check it out :). sorry for any mistakes in the fics.

CHAPTER 2 here

Chapter One: The Red Journal

It's only 2:15 in the morning. Yoongi sat in his usual spot in the back of the ramen shop eating his usual order of creamy pork belly shin. The crispy pork had a nice crunch, and the broth warmed his chest and stomach in the cold winter month of December.

The little ramen shop wasn't busy, just the same faces Yoongi had seen when he came here when he hit a mental creative block in his music writing. Oftentimes times Yoongi would people-watch, taking in insignificant details of the other customers he could somehow use in his music.

Like the old man with ink-stained fingers, Yoongi wonders if the old man is a kind of comic creator.

Then there was the young man slurping down his noodles as he studied for some kind of test.

Yoongi noticed a red journal sitting in the center of a table a few feet away from him. He looked around to see if the owner of it was anywhere. No one was at the serving counter or at the tea machine. The little ramen shop didn't have restrooms, so you had to use the restroom at the 7-Eleven across the street. So he thought maybe the owner could be there.

By the time Yoongi was done eating, he paid for his meal at the serving counter and bought a strawberry mochi ice cream. He walked by the table with the red Journal; he stood there for a moment staring at it. The owner never came for it.

So Yoongi took it to the serving counter.

“Someone left their journal here,” Yoongi said to the cook.

The middle-aged man looked at the journal and then at Yoongi.

“Okay?”

“Do you have a lost and found?”

“Does it look like I have one?”

“Can I leave it here in case the owner returns?”

“It'll get thrown out with the trash.”

Yoongi put the red journal in his messenger bag. He gave a tight lip smile to the cook and left.

The red Journal sat in front of him on his desk. He stared at the Nirvana sticker on the cover. He opened the journal to see if there was information so he could return it to the owner.

Yoongi reads the pretty handwriting, and the name written inside Y/N with hearts drawn around your name. There was no other information, so he flipped to the first page.

There's a faint hint of coffee that hits his nose and a coffee ring in the upper corner of the page with a movie ticket taped down from some French movie you saw back in July.

Yoongi read the first page of your journal. At first, he thought it would be crossing into someone else private life: what if there's some really deep personal shit here?

But Yoongi was a little nosey about who you, Y/n, might be.

June 1, 2023

I and my friend Namjoon ate at this Chinese restaurant above my apartment building. It's a small little one run by a husband and wife. I had sweet and sour pork with steaming white rice and Namjoon had Wonton soup. Namjoon thinks it's a little childish that I made a wish on my rice. I never told Namjoon this was something I always did with my grandma. She'll cook some rice for us on my birthdays, sprinkling a little sugar and adding some butter, before digging in we made a wish on the rice. I know it's nothing special to some people, but for me, brief memories like that with my grandma felt like hot chicken noodle soup on a bitter winter day warming your insides. So yeah, I'll continue wishing on bowls of rice, just to keep that memory of my grandma alive when she wasn't.

Yoongi's fingers trailed over each sentence until he was at the end where he saw a little chibi drawing at the bottom of the page with two people, a younger girl and an elderly woman with bowls of rice in front of them and scribbled above their heads read: Granny and Me.

His chest tightened a bit, and he batted his eyes to keep the tears away. It reminds him of him and his grandpa when Yoongi was a small boy, they would always go fishing, and Yoongi and his grandpa would wish on dragonflies so they could catch the biggest fish. They never did though and it never disappointed Yoongi when he caught something even smaller, it was the moments he spent with his grandpa that made these little memories special.

So Yoongi could understand you, wanting to keep that part of your grandma alive.

All he can do is try to imagine what your smile must have been like when a bowl of hot rice was placed in front of you, did you close your eyes? Or did you thank whatever God you believed in, if you even believed in one?

He was curious about how many wishes you made over the years, what you wished for, and did any of them ever come true?

Only from the first page of your journal Yoongi could tell you were someone with a pure heart.

Maybe you saw the world a little differently, like a child did when they first become curious about the world around them.

Maybe you were nice. Maybe you weren't nice enough. Maybe you smiled too much. Maybe you smiled too little. Maybe you cried easily when someone slightly raised their voice to you. Maybe you didn't cry at all.

A lot of maybes Yoongi thought about. Just a couple hundred words that Yoongi read he wanted to know who you were as a person. That all the maybes he had could be answered.

He flipped through the pages of your journal, just scanning over the pages. Some pages were torn out, with scraps of paper left behind from where you ripped them out.

Yoongi counted 96 pages with pieces of you scattered throughout the stained pages, folded corners, pretty handwriting, and every page smelled of lilacs.

a/n: the idea for this was random because I wanted to buy a journal and I'm like, what if there was a story about a journal and two people? I asked my friend who it should be about. It was either between Namjoon and Yoongi. And Yoongi made it. I may or may not do a Namjoon version. 😭

For a good portion of the story, we only will see Y/n through her journal and how Yoongi may see her.

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Subway Lovers | JAKE SIM X BLK READER

Summary: you were only a stranger on a train that jake had loved in between.

Drabble

A/N: This piece is based on something I read in a book called One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston [You lock eyes with someone ,you imagine a life from one stop to the next and you go back to your day as if the person you loved in between doesn't exist anywhere but on the train]

This is my first time writing a ENHYPEN fanfic so yeah I just wanted to try since I thought this piece fitted him. 🥺

This is not edited ❌❌❌

That's all it took was a few minutes for Jake to fall in love with you. A complete stranger on the subway sitting across from him.

You and him took the same commute, at the same time, every day. Fate. Jake would call it. But he's fallen in love with so many people on this same subway before, people he never saw again but still wonders how they were doing or if they had something to eat for the day and not just their overpriced iced coffee that they called a meal. Now his life was with you.

And Jake saw you dancing barefoot around his living room in nothing but his T-shirt, singing along to a Patti LaBelle song that you liked since you were seven.

And on the weekends Jake eat Pad Thai with you in your small studio apartment that you couldn't really afford rent for but you somehow, always made the payments to your landlord, who was a heavy chain-smoker so your apartment smells of Newports because the landlord was also the maintenance man who needed to smoke anytime he fixed anything.

And Jake likes to think about the inside jokes you two share, the ones your friends and his never get.

And Jake reads your favorite book. The one you lent him, with the worn out cover that's barely hanging on for dear life. Pages where annotated, and Jake made a few of his own, and leaving smaller comments in places you had wrote something about what you thought of that scene, or a certain character or the way the author did a thing with words that made you feel nostalgic and longed for something you didn't know you lost.

And Jake would never shy a way from telling you how pretty your eyes are. How he saw a million versions of you just behind the subtle color of them. And he would wonder what he looked like in your eyes.

But He's a stranger. You're a stranger. Just two strangers going your separate ways when the train stops. So did his life with you.

Yessss please send me random ask. 🥺

inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.

Yes, this! 🥺 I'm not even tall but would love to see kpop idol x tall fem reader. Especially short idol x tall reader. There's a lot of Kpop idol x fem reader things I would love to see done for black readers in general. I'm more a soft love, angst kind of gal so what I write reflects most of the time lol.

Sounds weird but I really wish there were more portrayals of yn/the reader that are more vague. Don't get me wrong I love Tumblr writing and the way most writers write the mc of their stories but it gets under my skin when they visually describe the Mc/reader/yn to be shorter, skinny, pale, straight hair, etc. I am none of the above and I know there are a lot of readers that struggle with the “yn 🥺 effect”.

What I'm trying to say is that I wish there was more diversity, especially with height and weight- not everyone is so skinny (blank) can throw you over their shoulder with just one hand and there are fangirls who are tall like me (I'm 5’11/180cm) that bias members that are shorter. For this reason exactly I never specify the weight, height, skin colour or hair texture of the reader because I know damn well no one's fingers will smoothly glide through my afro or that my heavy ass braids will sway in the wind like a horse’s pony or whatever metaphor you wanna us, I need more enhypen x tall fem!reader😭😭

Black fic writer here 🙂‍↕️👩🏾‍💻

black writers, if you’re out there pls sound off bc i need fics to show love! 🥰

I'M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS!!!! The writing is everything like omg. 😭😭😭

Winter 5 ❄️

Pairings: Park Sunghoon x Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: mentions of racial discrimination

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |

My dear,

“Would you ever give me a chance to correct that mistake I made that night? I’ve spent countless hours trying to imagine a scene where I did get on the train. As I am celebrating my 19th birthday, it feels my seasons are going by so fast….”

These were the words I wrote when I was 19 and wanted nothing more than to feel your embrace around me. I never knew why we wanted to be in the snow so much, why the cold became the center of our relationship. Maybe it was because of the heat we received for being together. My skin was the problem, but we knew we could always hide in the snow. It allowed us to be mellow and cool. I took a detour on our trip to freedom and now i see that the detour was only fear. Fear has held me in cage and tied my hands. It left me helpless and so I never reached out to you.

If not for the people around me, you wouldn’t have gotten my letter. And so now I ask you; as I am drowning and being buried in what seems to be my last season: Would you ever give me a chance to correct the mistake I made that night?

“Mistake?”, Sunghoon thought out loud to himself. For the last couple years, He wanted nothing more than to hear from you. Your voice, but instead he gifted with your words coming from a piece of paper being read to him by his Neighbour.

Jake sat on the chair next to Sunghoon’s desk; he watched the boy pace back and forth. The sleeves of his white sweater rolled up to his elbows, Jake folded the paper and put it back in the envelope.

“So, she’s the one that you use to get drunk and mumble about?”, He asked. The question brought Sunghoon to a halt. “Yes”, he replied.

All his thoughts made sense he realized what he wanted to say to you. “What mistake is she talking about?”, Jake asked. The only thing wrong with his question was that there was no mistake. Sunghoon sighed; turning to face him.

“Y/n and I had a plan. We were bestfriends-”, he paused; clearing his throat, “that eventually fell in love. And we were happy together but others around us didn’t approve-”

“Because she was black”, Jake finished his sentence for him. Sunghoon nodded in agreement. Jake knew that there was a beauty standard and discrimination in Korea. Sunghoon continued, “So we made a plan to run away, We’d take the midnight train to next city”.

In the past, if he ever had to tell this story; Sunghoon would break. “But she wouldn’t get on the train. She wasn’t ready to leave everything behind but I still left without her.” The night he got on that train he promised himself that he would build a beautiful before he went back for her.

That is why is continuously wrote letters, He needed to have something to show her. A moment of realization dawned on Jake as he came to understand the mistake. “So the mistak-”, he started.

“There was no mistake. I’m glad she stayed, I couldn’t put her through the same struggle I went through when I got here”, He stated. Sunghoon from 5 years ago would’ve never said such a thing but he has grown.

“She doesn’t deserve that. I built a stable enough life for us to share here. But I’m not sure It’s perfect for her.” Jake hummed as took in everything. He’d known sunghoon since he got here and they’ve been close.

They’ve laughed and shared their sorrows, Sunghoon had always been the one to give the advice but now it’s his turn. Jake stood up, facing him.

“If you keep waiting for perfect, You’ll never have her”, Jake said, “That’s my best advice”. There was nothing but the sound of the air conditioning as the boys looked at each other. “I don’t know if this is bad timing but Jay and Jungwon are going out tonight”, Jake shoved his hands in the pockets of black jeans, “Would you like to come?”

Sunghoon rubbed his forehead, “Not tonight”. With that Jake left and Sunghoon once again sat at his desk alone. He sat there for about an hour before opening the desk and pulling a sheet of paper. Twirling his black pen in his finger; he thought about her last question:

Would you give me a chance to correct the mistake I made that night?

My love,

Your choice was not a mistake.