My Beautiful Poet// NamjoonXreader

Writers Block

12:02

Your writer's block remains the same throughout the past two seasons. With winter's drought your words were left dry.

"His cream like skin creased ever so slightly to reveal his intoxicating dimples. When will his smile be directed towards me in anything more than a polite gesture?"... but then what?

You take off your glasses and rub your temples as you had seen all the other authors do thinking to yourself, "maybe a walk will help." the same thing you've said for the past three months every time your words seemed to have slipped your mind once more. You let out a sigh and ruffle your hair before pushing your rolly chair away from your desk and gliding to your mini fridge grabbing a juice box before gliding back and placing it on your desk beside your papers full of endless ideas and left behind prompts.

Truthfully, you based all of your writing on what you've seen on TV shows and movies that always struck emotion in those around you. You had of course been on a.. Few dates.. If you include stand ups and 1st/last dates as romantic encounters, then you were a romance expert. You had never even had a first kiss or actually taken a couples photo... Thinking about your inexperience always struck a nerve but filled you head of ideas for stories but even now you can't seem to follow a path of thought long enough to see the ending result let alone to incorporate it into your writing.

You abruptly push yourself away from the desk once again but towards the door this time.

"Y/N, think. If I wanted to get someone to notice me what would I do?" sadly your response is answered by silence of thought. You shift your weight getting out of the chair and walk into the living room looking around at the messy surroundings. Mmm juice boxes and ramen, we love that healthy lifestyle.

You brush your hair out and walk back into your room to change and put your glasses back on. A walk is needed, this air is too stuffy. You throw on your bag and close the door behind you before racing down your stairs. Since you were young you always loved the way running down the hill felt, not quite adrenaline but just the way the breeze would caress your face and tears would start to form in your eyes right before you reached the end of the pavement... then it all ended; the thrill, the tears, the excitement, it would all end and your awareness of the real world began.

You take a left turn which you had been avoiding until desperate times; You didn't like going to new places unless your writer's block was intense because you'd lose details in your writing due to unfamiliarity but as of right now you didn't really have a choice.. Less detail is better than no words at all.

After walking for little to no time at all you came across a woman walking with her son. Not interesting enough to include in the story. You look at the sky. Nothing sticks out.. No the power lines can be included on a walk home maybe? You fix your bag slightly avoiding eye contact with the young couple that had come into your path. They're going to break up soon, they're not good references. You picked up on the man's attitude to the woman quickly as she clung to his side as his disinterest was painfully apparent. He stayed on his phone while she talked about something. You speed up focusing your attention on a cherry blossom that you had found a little ways forward. The blossoms aren't falling very fast at all... that's not very romantic.

This walk doesn't seem very promising at all anymore. The only thing you learned for sure is that you didn't eat lunch and your stomach is an endless pit. You feel your wrists for a hair tie before throwing your hair up into a bun which most likely looked like a world war personified with hair. I will find something! You breathe out a sigh and take a step forward before smelling something delicious. Yes, fat girl cravings. Say less. You fasten your pace searching for what food was attracting you. You stumble upon a small cafe that reads "Cream and Suga Cafe" I guess the store isn't very well off since one of the letters is missing from the sign. You step inside and are greeted by two employees who swiftly take your order.

Such a sweet smelling place, I wonder what food they have. Midway through thought you are given a menu by a young lady in her early twenties.

"Enjoy your visit. My name is Yunki, if you need anything don't be scared to ask." her voice was very fluid and friendly but you could tell she was still new to the job with the way she rubbed her thumbs together behind the menu. She's cute, I wonder how many dates she's been on... Before you could look at the menu your attention shifts to the back of the room. There are several small book shelves with a hundred or so books encased. I wonder what romance stories they have. You place the menu on your table and walk towards the bookcases gliding your fingers down the spines of the books before grabbing one that catches your attention.

You pick up the book with no title and start to flip the pages before being called out too from behind you. You turn around quickly seeing a young man in front of you. He smiles softly and asked you to move which causes your face to heat up and your eyes to dart to the floor before stepping to the side.

"Thank you." He steps forward and looks for a moment before looking back at you. "Did you happen to take a book with no title?" His voice cracks for a moment causing you to look at his face.

Suddenly it all comes back to you, "His cream like skin creased ever so slightly to reveal his intoxicating dimples. When will his smile be directed towards me in anything more than a polite gesture?" he matched this so well, actually beyond well. Snapping out of your thoughts you look down at the book and raise it slightly to show the man.

"Man, I thought I was the only one who would read this book to be honest." he scratches his head and sighs out a bit before looking back to the book cases and browsing again.

Without thinking you tug at his sleeve and extend the book outwards. "I don't really- what I mean is. I haven't read it yet, you can finish it first, i just picked it up cause i was interested." that was the lamest attempt at conversation I have ever heard and it had to come from me. You look up seeing his face shape into a small smile.

"No it's quite alright. I'm the one who wrote it. I've read it enough."