Deja vu || Ranboo x Reader

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"I had a fun day with Ranboo yesterday." Y/N said, reading what she was writing outloud.

We went out on the field behind our houses yesterday and took photos. I took three photos of him yesterday, I gave him two and I kept one.

Y/N then drew an arrow from one to the polaroid photo that was attached in the page.

I thought he wouldnt enjoy it, like the fields and my photos but he actually did. According to Mrs. Beloved, Ranboo is usually deep into technology whenever they would see each other so I immediately thought, 'he would find these things that I do or enjoy, boring.'

I got to know him better too! I got to compare my height with his and can I just say, he is too tall. He couldny even fit in my umbrella from the night before.

But anyways, he wasnt just some technology geek guy that came from the city. He actually liked how old and antique some things we have here. He liked my polaroid camera the most. I have a record, a vinyl and a vhs player too that I havent showed him yet.

"I think he will enjoy that." Y/N said outloud. "Anyways, thats my entry for today."

Then she said "heart" outloud as she wrote '<3.' She closed her journal and rushed eating her toast, it got stale. She hated it but she have to eat and itll be a waste if she didnt eat it just because she hated the texture.

After she finished, she placed it on the sink and went upstairs again. She grabbed her towel and some chanhe of clothes then went straight to the bathroom.

She took a bath, humming some songs while doing so. When she finished, she changed into a short dress with cute small puffy sleeves. She didnt have any plans today, she just wanted to wear something pretty.

She got out of the bathroom, drying her hair and going straight into her bedroom. She stood in the middle of it, looking around wondering what she could do.

Her attention went towards the house next door. The blinds to Ranboo's room werent closed so she could see him sleeping, his back turned to her.

"Huh." She muttered.

After that, she went to the bathroom and hang up her towel to dry. She went back to her room and rummaged through some of the stuff in her. She figured out what she could do.

She grabbed some materials that she will use, watercolor materials which was just hidden in her box of art items, her vinyl record player and of course, a vinyl disc. She went downstairs to grab her vinyl record and carried it upstairs.

She settled it near her desk and then she looked through the box with her vinyl discs. She eventually chose one, she smiled as she lifted it up to see it better.

She took it out of its cover and placed it gently on the vinyl player. She turned it on as it started playing.

It played a very soft melody, a melody that you would usually listen to if youre outside, exploring the fields and just having fun.

While the song played, she started painting on her watercolor paper. She wasnt a professional, she just find random strokes of paint satisfying. Even if it has no fine details, she's proud of whatever she comes up with.

She started with one big stroke in the middle of the paper. From that, she started painting more parts until it formed what she wanted to portray.

This song was her favorite, it was the oldest one she had. The disc itself wasnt the oldest, but the tune itself.

When her mother gave it to her, not much people were producing the song in vinyl as technology slowly started evolving so it made the disc worth a lot.

This was her favorite, not only was it rare or valuable, she found comfort in this song. It reminds her of her and her parents running and playing tag in the field behind their house when she was young.

It reminded Y/N of her and her family, but she only painted ome person. The first and biggest stroke she did represented as the skirt of that one person. To Y/N, that one person was her.

The rest of her body was just made by strokes of lines. After she finished painting herself using singular strokes of lines, she proceeded to draw the grass and some flowers using the same technique.

Even if it didnt have fine detail, Y/N felt happy. She smiled as she let her imagination run wild, imagining her family playing in the fields again. As she thought of the happy memories, she couldnt help but tear up.

As the song came to an end, Y/N wiped the tears that fell and removed the disc on the record player and put it back where it once was. She was then suddenly jumped by her temporary neighbor who she thought was sleeping.

"You own a vinyl record?" Ranboo asked, interest and excitement very obvious in his voice.

Y/N turned to him. She saw that he had his cheek resting on his hand while his arm rested on the window sill. Y/N nodded and smiled.

"Do you have any other songs there?" He asked.

"Yeah." Y/N replied, nodding as well. "I have a whole box of them."

Ranboo nodded, looking like he hummed as well even thought Y/N probably couldnt hear it.

"Do you want to listen to them?" Y/N asked.

"Can I?" Ranboo asked back.

"Well, yeah." Y/N smiled. "As long as you come over here yourself."

They both chuckled and Ranboo nodded. "Ill get ready! Wait for me there!"

Ranboo then ran off to his dresser, grabbing a few of his clothes and then running off to probably the bathroom.

"Okay." Y/N laughed, Ranboo probably didnt even her reply.

Y/N then continued painting on another paper, with no music this time, just letting her imagination run wild to whatever it goes to. It didnt work, at all.

Y/N could tell it made Ranboo excited, now it made her even more excited to talk to someone else about these things. This was his thing, Antique, old stuff. Lucky for him, it was her thing too.

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Uhm... i feel like ive been saying sorry SOOOO many times during the time im writing this story. Heres another apology-

Y/N in paint my world and Y/N in deja vu are similar, well theyre the same person but different timelines and personality, so you gotta expect me to have her paint atleast for a bit right?

The difference is that Pmw!Y/N is a very skilled and detailed artist, while Dejavu!Y/N is a 'one stroke per part of the painting' artist. Her art is kind of an abstract but kind of not, it isnt as detailed as Pmw!Y/N and its kinda like the art you would do if your bored as shit yk what im saying? Just flick the brush and leave it as it is.

I was gonna put that she felt like painting makes her feel better and shit but i thought "it was familiar" or something like that was overused already.

Also, idk how vinyl records or vinyl record players work exactly so if i write something wrong abt vinyl records, sorry. You can correct me if I did write a mistake :D