#aureyaa thoughts

[aureyaa]

Book Nook

summary. just a quiet boy, a noisy city, and the warmth of a shared table at a nice café.

pairing. jungwon x female reader

genre. university au, strangers to friends to lovers , slow burn, fluff

word count. <2k

warnings. none

notes. The Book Nook isn’t real, but I wish it was. 🥲 also if you enjoy this please request I’m bored and I have writer’s block.

The cool Seoul air, crisp yet alive with the distant thrum of traffic, was a constant reminder to Y/N that she was far from the quiet, familiar streets of her hometown. Moving from the relatively serene environment of her hometown to the pulsating heart of South Korea for university had been a plunge into a vibrant, overwhelming unknown. Every street seemed to hum with purpose, every cafe pulsed with chatter, and the sheer scale of the city loomed over her, a beautiful, intimidating giant.

Her first few weeks at Seoul National University had been a blur of unpacking, orientation lectures, and trying to decipher the labyrinthine campus. Luckily, she wasn't entirely alone. Her online friend, Karina, had also enrolled in SNU, albeit in a different department, and Yushi, a witty and endlessly cheerful senior, had quickly adopted them both under his wing. They were her anchors in this vast sea of new faces.

Yet, despite their comforting presence, Y/N often found herself feeling adrift. The campus library, with its towering shelves and hushed reverence, felt too grand. The bustling student canteen was a cacophony. She craved a quiet corner, a sanctuary where she could breathe and collect her thoughts.

She found it, quite by accident, on a late afternoon when she’d taken a wrong turn down a narrow alleyway behind the main university gates. Tucked away between a faded laundromat and a tiny convenience store was "The Book Nook Café." It was small, unassuming, with a faded wooden sign and the soft glow of warm lights spilling from its windows. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of roasted coffee beans and old paper, a comforting blend that immediately soothed her frayed nerves. There were only a handful of tables, most occupied by students hunched over laptops or textbooks.

It was there, in her newfound haven, that she first saw him. He was always in the same spot: a small, worn armchair by the window, bathed in the soft afternoon light. His head was usually bowed over a thick textbook, a pair of minimalist headphones nestled over his ears. He had soft, dark hair that fell just above his brows, and a quiet intensity about him that was both intriguing and oddly reassuring. He seemed to exist in his own calm bubble, undisturbed by the gentle clatter of cups or the low murmur of conversations. She didn't know his name, but his consistent presence became a quiet anchor in her weekly routine.

Every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, after her most challenging lectures, Y/N would make her pilgrimage to The Book Nook. She’d order her usual iced americano, find a small table across from his armchair, and bury herself in her own notes. She never approached him, never even made direct eye contact. He was simply… there. A silent fixture that somehow made the unfamiliar cafe, and by extension, the unfamiliar city, feel a little less intimidating. He exuded a strange sense of calm, like a quiet hum amidst the city's roar.

"Still admiring your mysterious study buddy, Y/N-ah?" Karina teased one afternoon, catching Y/N staring a little too long at the boy across the room. They were at a campus food court, far from the quiet confines of the Book Nook.

Y/N flushed, quickly looking down at her ramen. "Don't be silly. He just�� looks focused. Good for studying."

Yushi, ever the observant one, chuckled. "He does have that 'main character' vibe, I'll give him that. Very broody and intellectual."

It was true. He had a quiet elegance, even in a simple hoodie and jeans. Y/N knew almost nothing about him, not even his major, but his presence in her favorite space had woven itself into the fabric of her new Seoul life.

The first accidental interaction happened a few weeks later, on a particularly rainy Tuesday. Y/N had rushed into The Book Nook, umbrella dripping, and ordered her usual iced americano. She fumbled with her payment card, dropping it precariously close to a puddle of water she'd tracked in. Just as she braced herself for the card to plop into the grime, a hand, quick and steady, reached out and plucked it from mid-air.

"Be careful," a soft voice murmured.

Y/N looked up, startled. It was him. He was standing beside her, holding her card, a faint, almost shy smile playing on his lips. His eyes, she noticed for the first time, were warm and gentle.

"Oh! Th-thank you," she stammered, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. She took the card, her fingers brushing slightly against his. The contact sent a tiny jolt through her.

"No problem," he replied, his voice a low, pleasant tone. He then went back to his armchair, a subtle air of quiet dignity about him. Y/N’s heart did a strange flip. She had finally heard his voice, and it was as comforting as his silent presence.

From that day on, the quiet dynamic shifted. He started to offer a small, almost imperceptible nod when she entered. Sometimes, she would catch his eyes lingering for a moment longer than necessary. The air between them, once purely observational, now hummed with a nascent awareness.

One evening, Y/N was struggling with a complex economics problem set, her brow furrowed in frustration. She groaned softly, burying her face in her hands. A moment later, a small, laminated card slid onto her table. It was a loyalty card from the cafe, already stamped with several punches, accompanying a half-eaten slice of cheesecake.

"You look like you could use some sugar," his voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he stood beside her table. "Their cheesecake is the best."

Y/N looked up, her eyes wide. "Oh, I… I can't take this."

"It's fine. I already got my free slice. Just sharing," he said, and then, extending a hand, he finally introduced himself. "I'm Jungwon. What's bothering you?"

"Y-Y/N," she replied, shaking his hand. His palm was warm. She gestured to her textbook. "Economics. It's trying to break my brain."

Jungwon chuckled, a low, melodic sound that surprised her. "Ah, economics. I'm in business administration. Maybe I can help." He pulled up a chair without asking, and for the next hour, he patiently walked her through the equations, his explanations clear and concise, his presence surprisingly calming. He made the intimidating subject feel approachable.

After that evening, the cafe became their spot. Their conversations grew longer, stretching from economics to shared interests in indie music, obscure documentaries, and their favorite stress-relief activities. Y/N learned Jungwon was from Busan, and that he, too, had felt a initial sense of displacement in Seoul, though he seemed to have handled it with far more grace than she had. He’d lived here for two years already, enough time to have found his rhythm.

She also met his friends: Jake, a charming, easygoing guy with a bright smile, and Ni-ki, a quiet but sharp-witted dancer who seemed to communicate mostly through knowing glances with Jungwon. They’d occasionally join Jungwon at the cafe, offering teasing glances at Y/N, confirming that her and Jungwon's growing closeness hadn't gone unnoticed. Yushi and Karina were thrilled for her too, often making excuses to "accidentally" drop by The Book Nook, just to get a glimpse of the boy who had captivated Y/N.

"He's good for you, Y/N," Karina had said one day, watching from a distance as Jungwon animatedly explained a concept to Y/N, a rare, unrestrained smile brightening his face. "You look so much more relaxed around him."

It was true. With Jungwon, the relentless pace of Seoul seemed to slow down. He listened with genuine attentiveness, never rushed her, and his quiet strength was a comforting balm. He was a safe harbor in the bustling metropolis.

One particularly stressful week, Y/N was overwhelmed. Midterms were looming, a group project was spiraling, and the constant noise of the city felt like it was pressing in on her. She found herself at The Book Nook, not for studying, but just to sit, feeling utterly defeated.

Jungwon found her staring blankly at her untouched latte. "Rough day?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Y/N sighed, a shaky breath escaping her lips. "Rough week. Rough month. Seoul just feels… too big sometimes, you know? Like I'm constantly swimming against the current."

He nodded, his gaze understanding. "I get it. It felt like that for me too, at first. Like the city was always in a hurry, and I was just trying to catch up." He paused, then offered, "Want to take a walk? A change of scenery sometimes helps."

They walked, not far, just through the quieter backstreets, the narrow alleys that held small artisanal shops and residential buildings. The rain had cleared, leaving the air fresh and clean. The city lights, usually a dazzling, overwhelming spectacle, now shimmered with a soft, inviting glow.

"It's funny," Y/N said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "When I first came here, everything felt so unfamiliar. Even this cafe, it was just a random quiet spot. But now..." She trailed off, glancing at Jungwon. "Now, it feels like home. And it's because of you."

Jungwon stopped, turning to face her. His eyes, reflecting the distant neon signs, held a warmth that made her heart flutter. "Is that so?" he murmured, a hint of something unsaid in his voice.

"Yeah," Y/N confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "You make this big city feel… smaller. More manageable. Safer." She looked down for a moment, then met his gaze with a shy smile. "You're my comfort in the unfamiliar."

A slow smile spread across Jungwon's face, reaching his eyes. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "You know, Y/N," he said, his voice soft, "I felt the same way when I saw you there, always in The Book Nook. You were this quiet, determined presence who somehow made my familiar spot even better." He paused, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw. "And I think… I think you've made Seoul feel like home for me too, in a way it never quite did before."

His gaze dropped to her lips, and Y/N’s breath hitched. The air around them seemed to thicken, charged with unspoken emotions. The distant city hum faded into a gentle background symphony.

"Y/N," he whispered, leaning in slightly, his eyes still on hers, "can I…?"

She didn't need him to finish the question. She simply nodded, a small, eager nod.

He closed the small distance between them, his lips soft and hesitant at first, then growing more confident as Y/N responded with equal warmth. It was a gentle kiss, full of unspoken words and nascent promises, a silent agreement that they had found something truly special amidst the bustling chaos of Seoul.

In that moment, standing under the soft glow of a streetlamp in a quiet alleyway, Y/N realized that the vast, intimidating city had indeed transformed. It was no longer just a place of study or a new challenge. It was a place where she had found her anchor, her calm, her comfort. It was the city where she had found Jungwon. And for the first time since she arrived, Seoul didn't feel like an unfamiliar place at all. It felt like home

[aureyaa]

That truck is my worst enemy 😭

I can’t believe my beloved White Truck of Death would betray me and come for my baby Sieun like this.

[aureyaa]

06. 24 hour trial run

“so what do married people do?” jay asks, eyes squinting behind his sunglasses as you both stand outside a convenience store in the middle of the vegas strip.

“argue over where to eat and then end up buying snacks instead,” you deadpan.

“perfect,” he grins, holding the door open for you.

you walk in side by side, the weight of the morning’s chaos still lingering, but dulled by the fact that neither of you has bolted yet. somehow, it’s… comfortable. which is exactly what makes it so unnerving.

2:03 p.m.

you two are sitting on the curb, sipping slushies and eating overpriced chips. jay holds up the ring you took off earlier, turning it over in his fingers.

“it’s kinda cute,” he says. “minimalist. like you.”

you raise a brow. “are you flirting with me?”

“depends. is it working?”

you roll your eyes, but don’t tell him to stop.

4:47 p.m.

jay drags you into a photo booth.

“for documentation,” he says. “just in case you try to say this never happened.”

you both squeeze into the frame. in the first shot, you’re making a face. in the second, he’s doing bunny ears behind you. in the third… you’re both laughing. real, teeth-showing, blurry kind of laughter.

you don’t remember the last time you looked like that in a photo.

6:10 p.m.

it’s quiet in the hotel room again. you’re sitting on the bed, scrolling aimlessly. jay is lying back on the couch, flipping channels.

“you okay?” he asks softly, without looking at you.

you glance over. “yeah. just… weirdly not hating this.”

he turns his head, meets your eyes.

“same.”

9:30 p.m.

you fall asleep with your head on the opposite side of the bed, the space between you both filled with snacks, a remote, and the sound of a muted movie neither of you finished.

he doesn’t say goodnight. but before you drift off, you feel him gently tuck the blanket over your shoulder.

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[aureyaa]

Photos you take of your boyfriend Jaehyun

[aureyaa]

Pretty boy

Pairing: Jongseob x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, mutual pining, emotional comfort

Length: didn’t check 😀

Warnings: Mention of self-doubt, public perception, fluff-heavy ending

You knew the version everyone thought they knew of Jongseob.

The cocky one. The charmer. The "face" of the group, the one everyone was brave enough to call "too pretty to be real." The one who walked into a room like he was born to occupy every position in every limelight, hoodie half-down his shoulder, jaw angled so harshly it could cut glass.

But people never noticed anything but what they wanted.

You noticed the real one.

The Jongseob who stayed behind when everyone else had left the studio, softly rapping to himself, rehearsing the same verse until his voice cracked.

The Jongseob who browsed through hate comments and reminded himself they didn't matter — but you could catch a glimpse of how his jaw would grit.

The Jongseob who, with all the praise, still gazed in the mirror at moments such as these as if he weren't quite sure what was staring back.

"Y/N," he said one afternoon, catching up with you in front of the art building. "You're always waiting for me?"

You didn't even glance up from your sketchpad. "You're late."

"Still doesn't answer the question," he said, falling into step with you.

You gave him a sideways look. "Maybe I just like the silence before you ruin it."

He let out a low laugh. "Wow. The disrespect."

Finally, you looked at him — hair disheveled from wind, backpack unzipped across one shoulder. In spite of all the joking you'd done with him, there was no possibility that he wasn't stunning. Not in a frightening sense. More like. infuriatingly easy.

He caught you staring. "See something you like, pretty girl?"

You rolled your eyes and went back to sketching. "I don't talk to pretty boys."

"Sounds like you do," he said, lips twisting.

You didn't respond. Because the thing was, you had sketched him. Again. You hadn't even realized you'd done it until his jawline appeared on the page — harder than you remembered, eyes gentler than he ever let anyone see.

"Am I that interesting to draw?" he asked quietly.

You didn't look up. "You're more than a face."

That froze him.

"I don't know if most people think that," he said after a moment.

"Then most people don't know you."

He went quiet again. When you finally caught his eye, he wasn't smiling anymore. Just looking down at his hands like they weren't his.

It was a week later when you saw him sitting alone behind the dance studio. Hoodie pulled low, phone screen dark in his hand.

"They're saying I'm all looks," he said to you when you sat next to him. "Like… I'm just here to look cute."

You did not have to ask who "they" was.

"Really, does it bother you so much?" you asked softly.

He hesitated. "It shouldn't. I mean, I do look good." He tried to grin. Failed. "But yeah. It does."

"Because you work so hard for people to only remark on your cheekbones," you growled.

That produced a little laugh. "Do you think a lot about my cheekbones?"

You nudged his shoulder. "I think about how unfortunate it is that everyone just focuses on the rest."

He tilted his head back toward you then, really looking at you — like he was memorizing the way you'd said it.

"I don't know how you do it," he said.

"Do what?"

"Talk to me like I'm… just a guy. Not a 'pretty boy.' Not a name people whisper about online."

You gave a small smile. "Because I know what it's like to be misunderstood."

"And you still choose to understand me."

"Every time."

His hand brushed yours, tentative. Then settled there.

The next time he sees you, it's late — after practice, after dinner, when the world's quiet enough to breathe in.

He texts you. "You awake?"

You text back right away. "Meet me on the rooftop."

When he shows up, you're already sitting there, sketchbook in your lap, city lights behind you.

He sits beside you, wind blowing cool across his skin. He doesn't speak first.

So you do.

"I don't think you're just a pretty boy."

His eyes dart over to you.

"I believe you're somebody who works twice as hard because everybody assumes it's all handed to you. Somebody who second-guesses even when you receive the take. Somebody who's so accustomed to being looked at that you can't even recall what it's like to be looked at. Truly looked at."

He doesn't speak for a moment.

Then, softly

"May I say something to you?"

You nod.

"I don't care what the world thinks about me. Not really. But I care about what you think."

You catch his gaze — warm, glassy under the stars.

"Then know this," you breathe. "You're a good singer. You're enthusiastic. You're authentic. And yeah… you're cute."

He takes a short breath of laughter. "So you'll concede."

"You're the most adorable boy I've ever seen."

A temporary silence falls.

Then he inches closer — slow, unsure.

When lips touch, it's gentle. Barely there. Like a secret whispered.

And when he pulls away, forehead still resting against yours, he says in a whisper:

"Thanks for seeing me.

You squeeze your hand around his. "Always."

Later, the teasing doesn't sting as much.

Because now, when people say he's "just a pretty boy," he smiles.

Because he knows someone sees him for so much more.

And that makes all the difference.

[aureyaa]

02. wake up call

wc: 296

you sit on the edge of the bed, still staring at the silver ring on your finger as if it is goading you. your palms are wet. your lips dry. the air has a trace of cologne and something sugary—a likely champagne.

jay's still asleep next to you, one arm tossed across the pillow, hair tousled, face annoyingly serene. as if he didn't just sleepwalk into marriage last night.

you flounder. for a moment, you consider not waking him at all. maybe you can quietly slip out. pretend this never happened. burn the marriage license and disappear.

but. then he rolls over slightly, reaching down with your eyes to where he's got the ring on. matching yours.

your gut. flips.

you lean over. and push him gently on the shoulder. "jay."

nothing.

you push him again, harder this time. "jay. wake up."

he turns his head into the pillow, groaning. "five more minutes."

you're. blinking. seriously?

"jay," you tell him, louder. now, voice strained. "this is not a five more minutes thing. get up."

he opens one eye, groggy brow scrunching into light adjustment. his voice is a grind. "what's going on…?"

you gaze at him. "we need to discuss something."

he rolls onto his side some, still sort of asleep, until his eyes rove over your hand. and then to his.

you observe the exact second his expression clears—confusion, realization, terror.

"what the freaking heck?" he springs upright, blinking frantically. "is that—wait, are we—"

you hold up the wedding certificate from the nightstand and put it in his lap.

he stares at it. then at you. then back at it.

"…we were married?"

you nod slowly. "yeah. looks like it." beats of silence.

then he rubs his hair and grunts, "…i don't even remember proposing."

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note: i have been revived from my one month slumber. i also hope i did not miss anyone on the taglist i just updated it today 😣

[aureyaa]

Photos you’ve taken of your boyfriend! YUSHI

[aureyaa]

01. reality check

vegas was supposed to be a wild ride. a break from reality, letting go, and making memories—not mistakes.

but here you were, sitting on a hotel bed, staring at the ring on your finger like it would disappear if you blinked enough times. your head pounded, your mouth was dry, and all that had happened the night before was only a blur of flashing lights, blaring sounds, and laughter.

this had to be a joke. a prank. a really bad dream.

but then you turned your head. and there he was.

jay. sleeping, half-buried under the sheets, his dark hair tousled, breathing deep like he didn't have a care in the world. you looked down at his hand, and that's when the reality of the situation really sank in.

a matching ring. matching with the one on his left ring finger.

your stomach dropped.

you downed a ragged breath, advising yourself to be quiet, but it was too late when shards of last night fell into place. the cloudy silhouette of a wedding chapel. laughing. his fingers entwined with yours. a tipsy, carefree "why not?" forewarned by huzzahs.

no. no, no, no.

you screwed your eyes closed, but when you opened them again, everything stayed the same. the ring. he.".

this was not a mistake. this was marriage.

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note: i hope i didn’t miss anyone

[aureyaa]

11:55

Mark stepped into the cold night, spotting you leaning against the wall with a coffee cup in hand. The soft glow of the streetlamp lit up your face, and for a second, he forgot how tired he was.

“You’re early,” you teased, holding the cup out to him.

Mark took it, his fingers brushing yours. “Couldn’t keep you waiting.”

“Five minutes, huh?” you asked with a playful smile.

He chuckled, looking down at the steaming drink. “Five minutes,” he said, meeting your gaze. “But for you? I’d wait as long as it takes.”

[aureyaa]

"What We Lost"

nishimura riki x fem! reader

angst

The town felt smaller than you remembered. Maybe it was because you had been gone for so long, or maybe it was because everything had changed since the last time you were here.

You weren't supposed to come back. You had sworn you wouldn't, that you had nothing left here, that there was no one left to come back for. But life loved to play nasty tricks on a fellow, and when your mom called to let you know the old homestead was being sold, you came back.

Everything was different: the streets, the air, and the way people looked at you with quiet recognition before looking away. The worst of all was that he was still here.

Riki Nishimura.

You hadn't seen him yet, but you knew it was just a question of time. Small towns didn't leave room for avoidance. No matter how you wanted to get by, even feigning his non-existence, the memories of him bled into every nook and cranny of this place.

The basketball court where you sat for hours while he practiced. The convenience store where he'd buy you all your favorite snacks. The bridge where you last spoke, and where everything changed.

"You don't have to leave."

"And you don't have to stay.

That was the difference between you and Riki: he had always been content with this town, the familiarity of it, the safety. You wanted more. More than the same streets, the same faces, the same cycle of predictability. He'd never understand that.

"Why can't you just be happy here?"

"Because I want a life bigger than this!"

"So that's it, then? You're just going to leave everything behind?"

"If I stay, I will never forgive myself."

You had left the next morning without saying goodbye. And he had never called. Never texted. Never tried to bring you back.

Why was it still hurting?

You told yourself you wouldn't think about him anymore, that he was just a piece of your past, a boy who had once meant everything to you but no longer did.

But the universe had other plans.

You had seen him for the first time in two years on the second night of your return.

It was late, the air cool with the scent of rain earlier in the evening. You were walking home from the store and saw him: standing outside the basketball court, hands in his pockets, his head tilted up toward the sky.

He was the same. Yet, he wasn't.

He was taller now, sharper, his once soft features hardened with time. His hair was longer, the strands falling messily over his forehead, but it was his eyes that caught you off guard.

He looked tired.

He must have sensed you staring because he turned, and the moment his eyes met yours, your breath caught in your throat.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, his lips parted. "You're back."

You swallowed, your hands tightening a fraction on the plastic bag. "Just for the weekend."

A flicker of something crossed his face, too quick to catch. "Right." He nodded slowly, weight shifting from one foot to the other. "Didn't think I'd see you again."

You forced a small, hollow smile. "Yeah, well. Life's funny like that.

The silence stretched between you until the weight of all the things left unsaid hung heavy in the air.

You should have walked away. But you didn't.

"Do you ever think about that night?" Riki asked suddenly, his voice quieter now, rougher.

You knew exactly which night he meant.

"I try not to," you admitted.

His lips pressed into a thin line. "I do."

You inhaled sharply, but he wasn't done.

"I think about it all the time," he went on, his eyes dark and unreadable. "I think about what would have happened if I had asked you to stay. If I had been selfish. If I had-" He cut himself off, exhaling harshly.

You hated how your heart clenched. Hated how the words could catch at your resolve and make it falter.

"But you didn't," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His jaw clenches. "Would it have made a difference?"

 

You hesitate. And that's all he needs.

 

He lets out a soft laugh, but there's no humor in it. "Right." He steps back, pushing his hands into his pockets. "I'm glad you got out, you know. You always wanted more."

 

There was something in his voice that tugs at your throat.

 

"Riki—

"Take care of yourself, okay?" he said, turning away before you could say anything else.

And just like that, he was gone.

You stood there for what felt like a long time, staring at the spot where he'd been, the echoes of the past ringing in your ears.

Perhaps in another life, things might have gone differently; maybe in that other life, you would have stayed.

But not in this one.

And he had let you go.

[aureyaa]

0. Trouble Makers

cool-headed and confident, until Vegas throws him off course. He aking up married wasn’t one he saw coming, but now he just has to figure out what happens next.

Jake – the enabler. the one who probably handed Jay one too many shots that night and is already laughing about the consequences.

Sunghoon – the skeptical one. He’s not judging, but he is questioning every single life decision that led to this moment.

Heeseung – the voice of reason (who was clearly ignored). he’ll be the one trying to fix the mess, even if he’s secretly amused.

Sunoo – the gossip. he already has all the tea and is ready to spill it to the group chat.

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note: first profiles are out 🥳

[aureyaa]

go home

t.yushi x fem. reader

pc: 3

warnings: enemies to lovers (kinda???), reluctant caretaker vibes, also short but may continue

[aureyaa]

Photos you’ve taken of your boyfriend! SUNOO

[aureyaa]

Photos you take of your boyfriend Jisung

[aureyaa]

Photos you take of your boyfriend Chenle

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03. side reactions

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