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36. EN- Jake - The Story of You & I

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↬ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: sim jaeyun / jake x reader
↬ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: writer!jake x writer!reader | fluff | requested
↬ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none
↬ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1.2k
↬ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: anon
↬ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴡᴀs: "One of the Enhypen members (feel free to pick which one, I'd be happy with whoever you choose!) and the reader are both writers and are in a creative writing club together. Both the reader and the member are dealing with bad writer's block and are struggling to write about their given prompt and they both take a break together, where they hang out and talk for a while. After the break, the writing that comes out is incredible and gets lots of praise."

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Creative writing was just that, creative writing. An author created a story with their imagination and made hundreds of words their own, something that you were more than capable of doing. To help with your writing skills, you joined a creative writing club at school. It was through the creative writing club that you've made friends, earned a few connections, and found inspiration. With the words that you've typed into a document and inked onto paper, you created your own worlds. Writing came relatively easy.

Except for now, that is.

As you looked at the prompt on the screen, you just couldn't get your fingers to type out the words nor could you get your mind to form the sentences you wanted. The prompt was a simple one, one that if you were asked any other day at any other time, you probably would've been able to write a short story about.

"Write a short story about something you want in life through fictional characters," you said to yourself as if saying the prompt out loud would magically get you to write. But what the hell was it that you wanted? More money, a better laptop, and to straighten out your posture? While those things were great and there were technically no wrong answers when it came to writing, it just didn't feel right. Nothing did. For the past few days, you've been thinking about what to write and you had to turn in this story by 11:59 pm tomorrow. Now, it was nearing lunchtime and you were in the clubroom in hopes of finding some strand of inspiration but nothing came to you. Caught up in your frustrations, you were brought back to reality when a voice called your name,

"What the hell do you wa-" you started to say but stopped as your eyes landed on the person who called you. Jake. He smiled at you, his eyes holding a certain warmth that he, out of the billions of people on earth, only owned. A feeling of nervousness washed over you as Jake sat in the seat across your table but you decided not to think too much of it.

"Hey," he said with a smile. There have been times when the two of you stayed up together to study for a test or work on a project but aside from that, he ran in a completely different circle than you did. Sure, he said hi to you whenever your paths crossed but deep down you knew that you were just a school friend to him.

"Hey," you said.

"How's your progress going?" he asked. With a slight roll of your eyes,

"The progress is not progressing right now."

"Wanna head to a cafe together?"

"Which one?" you questioned, wondering why Jake was asking you to hang out.

"Eggy Cafe. Seems like we could both use a break for the progress not progressing," he said with a slight smile.

"I've never been there before," you said.

"Let's go then."

As you entered the Eggy Cafe, a warmth that other cafes didn't have washed over you. While people were chatting amongst themselves or had a laptop in front of themselves there was seating that varied from area to area. Despite what seemed like chaos, things felt like they fit.