➳ A/N: Forgive me for any grammar/spelling mistakes, English is not my first language.
11 September 1946
Hello Mother!!
As I am writing this letter I am still in Korea in the waiting area to board. The announcer said that they would begin boarding in a couple of minutes, and I am so eager! I'm excited but at the same time I am very nervous, it's only my second time traveling by boat. I guess it's just the thought of being isolated in the middle of the East Sea.
Oh dear, I realized how bad that sounds. I'm sorry I do not mean to worry you. Hah, please do not worry about me, I'll be okay!
I want to thank you for allowing me to take-
"Ah!" (Y/N) gasped as her (e/c) eyes widen to take in the scene that had unfolded in front of her.
Her mid length white cotton, turtleneck sweater and floral embroidered belt were ruined with splatters of sticky, thick black fluid-like substance. The strong smell of the raven black ink that stained her sweaters dominated her nose.
Luckily the black ink didn't stain her crepe pink long skirt, or the skin of her hands and face but now her sweater was ruined! There's no way to get this ink out.
The person who had bumped into her didn't even stop to apologize or stop to help her clean up.
"Ack! Oh my goodness," She whined, patting herself down with the ruined letter that was meant for her mother back home.
"AT THIS TIME, NOW BOARDING, ALL MILITARY PERSONNEL ONLY!" The announcer said into the small, gray microphone. She wrapped her pale hand around the thin, bendy cord holding it as she repeated herself three more times.
For such a feeble, old looking thing, that intercom sure was loud! Surely, the announcer could whisper into the little microphone piece and someone from a mile away could hear it perfectly!
(Y/N) heart pounded in her chest excitedly as she swiftly stood, practically jumped up from her seat with a beaming smile that she could not hide no matter how hard she tried. Clenching the handle to o her pretty leather briefcase, (Y/N) pushes her way through the large crowd of men and women to get to the front gate. Politely of course.
When she successfully managed to make it to the front gate she was faced with a fairly decent length of a line of fellow military personnel, however, she was the only female in line. Everyone else in the line waiting for their passport and paperwork to be looked at ranged from the ages of 21 to 45 at most. The men that wore their uniforms were all almost identical, clearly some were from different branches of the military. The few men who were not in their uniform were in their finest casual attire.
These men look so dapper, but here she is..with massive ink stains on her clothes! No matter her pretty hair style, long crepe pink skirt flowing gently against the afternoon breeze, and nude makeup, she looked so messy because of her sweater.
Not professional looking at all! Oh, she could cry. Oh dear, oh dear..this is quite embarrassing!
Her brows furrow as a sigh escaped her glossy lips. She looks down at the little passport book she held in her dominant hand, and opened up the booklet with her thumb. (Y/N)'s (e/c) eyes scan over some of her information printed on the yellow tinted paper.
Name: Soo (Y/N)
DOB: (month) (day), 1922
POB: Muncheon, Kangwon-do, Korea
Languages: Korean, Japanese, English, German
Eyes: (e/c)
Hair: (h/c)
Height: (###)cm
Weight: (##)kg
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Swan || Seokjin x Reader
FanfictionA love story about a young typewriter and a handsome young soldier that takes place in the 1940's and tragically ends in the mid autumn of 1964.
