Book Nook
summary. just a quiet boy, a noisy city, and the warmth of a shared table at a nice cafĂŠ.
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 isnât real, but I wish it was. 𼲠also if you enjoy this please request Iâm bored and I have writerâs 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 sheâd 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 CafĂŠ." 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. Sheâd 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/Nâs 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. Heâd 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. Theyâd 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/Nâs 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
