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could you pls do a rainy/stormy drabble with vernon? not a scared y/n but happy :) 💕

pitter patter ✰ svt vnc

pairing — Vernon Chwe x fem!reader

genre — drabble, fluff

summary — it’s raining.

warning(s) — mentions of food, not proofread

word count — 0.3k words

author’s note — my first ever request ! hope you enjoy this drabble <3 and also Merry Christmas eve ! 🎄

Rain was neither common nor rare in the country you lived in. There was a fair share of heavy, moderate and light rain. Despite the slight hindrance it brought, you loved it.

The sound of the water droplets falling from the sky and coming into contact with the closest object was practically music to your ears. You loved studying, reading and resting while listening to the rain.

Right now, you had just finished your scrumptious dinner (not made by your boyfriend) and you heard the droplets. The drizzle slowly escalated and soon enough, you were resting on your couch, your eyes closed, enjoying the weather.

Your boyfriend, Vernon, had just come out of the bathroom and found you apparently sleeping on the couch. He swiftly made his way over to you, shaking you lightly.

“Babe, babe, don’t sleep. You just finished your dinner and need to digest it or you’ll vomit,” he mumbled as your eyes opened. You looked up to him, stifling a chuckle. How cute.

“I wasn’t sleeping, Vern,” you replied, pulling your boyfriend closer to you to cuddle. “I was just enjoying the sound of rain.” Vernon said nothing but a simple “oh” as he cuddled into you, smushing his face into the crook of your neck.

After some time of comfortable silence between you two (while you listened to the plashing patter of steady rain), Vernon shifted his position to take a good look at your beautiful face.

“I love how you love the rain. I love how you enjoy it instead of complaining about its inconvenience. I don’t have a single friend who likes the rain as much as you do. Please don’t stop loving it. It makes you special, and I can show you off better when you’re special.”

You laughed at his last sentence, smacking him on the chest lightly. What a dork.

(Your dork.)

reblogs are appreciated ! ♡

taglist — @i520sn @piakae

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how cute

Favorite Dinner

POV: You had a hard day and Vernon is there to comfort you. 

Characters: Vernon, Y/N

Genre: fluff

Warning: none

Word count: 269

You turn the key to your house and enter exhausted. This day has been the longest you have had in a while and one of the hardest. Nothing seemed to be going your way and your brain just wouldn’t cooperate with you. You were frustrated with your mood and the day you had and you were really just looking forward to laying down and starting over the next day. 

You walk in and see your boyfriend, Vernon, holding a plate of food in the kitchen with a big smile on his face. As you walk further into the space you also hear the songs to the playlist you and Vernon created together. You sigh smiling. 

“Hi,” he says setting down the plate and walking toward you. 

“Hi,” you say perking up a little bit at the sight of him. You glance at the plate of food, as you were quite hungry, and saw he had made you your favorite food. 

“Is that what I think it is?” you ask watching him walk towards you. 

“Maybe,” he says, his smile growing wider. 

Once he reaches you, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug. 

“I know you had a bad day today and I wanted to make it better,” he says into your hair. 

“Thank you,” you say squeezing him a bit tighter before pulling away. 

“Of course, now let’s eat,” he says letting go and grabbing your hand to set you down at the table where you both enjoy your favorite meal and spend the rest of the evening in each other’s comforting presence. 

going to bed with wet hair is a sin and anyone who commits it shall never be forgiven (sorry op 😔)

11:19pm / c.hs

pairing: vernon x reader pronouns: not specified word count: 764 genre: established relationship, fluff, sleepy vernon, sharing a bed, implied idol!vernon but could be read as non-idol, vernon tries to commit the cardinal sin of going to bed with wet hair (something i do literally always), domestic caretaking of tired vernon bc i want to put him in my pocket for safe keeping warnings: none note: i love vernon. also I'm back to writing more frequently WOOO

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The familiar sound of your front door opening made you perk up, surprised at the sudden distraction from your work. You weren’t expecting your boyfriend to show up for another few hours, but as you heard him drop his bag and take off his shoes, you were excited to see him after a long day. 

You stood up and all but ran to the front door. He laughed fondly at your sudden appearance and opened his arms to you after taking off his jacket. You quickly stepped into him, hugging him tightly and taking in his presence. 

“It amazes me how excited you are to see me even after a year of dating,” he mumbled into your shoulder. 

“You’re here early,” you defended. “And it’s been a long day.” You pulled away, arms still loosely wrapped around his torso. You gave him a kiss and he smiled in return. 

“Long day in a bad way?” he asked. 

You shook your head. “Just a lot to do. You?” 

He shrugged. “I’m very tired.”

“Did you eat yet?” You picked up his bag from where he dropped it and carried it to the bedroom as you spoke. 

“Yeah, a bit ago.”

“Then you wash up and get ready for bed and I’ll finish up my work so we can sleep. Sound good?” 

“Sounds amazing,” he agreed and dragged his feet to your bathroom. 

You and Vernon didn’t live together, but it was almost like you did. He came over so often to escape his members or just to spend a few extra hours with you that it sometimes felt like your small apartment wasn’t a home unless he was there. He had a key, spare clothes tucked away in a drawer in your room, and some of his clothes even smelled like your detergent from how often you threw his laundry in with yours just to make his life easier. In all the ways that mattered, Vernon and you lived together. He just also lived with his members half the time. 

After you got dressed in your comfiest pajama bottoms and an old shirt, Vernon walked in and peeled back the blankets on your bed until you stopped him. 

“Hey! Your hair is wet.” 

“Yeah? I took a shower?” he explained, eyes wide with surprise at the sudden disturbance in the peaceful atmosphere.

“Go dry it,” you waved him out of the room but his shoulder fell and he pouted. 

“Babe I’m so tired–” 

“You’re not getting in my bed with wet hair. Same rule as always.” 

He tried to protest your demands but you continued. 

“You could get sick but even if you don’t, I’m not cuddling you while your hair is soaking wet. It’s going to get the pillows wet and drip onto me and–” 

“Fine,” he groaned, trudging back to the bathroom. A few moments later, you heard the blowdryer turn on and followed the sound so you could brush your teeth. 

You smiled at Vernon with your toothbrush in your mouth. He was still frowning, looking deeply distraught and exhausted as he weakly pointed the dryer in his face, barely reaching his hair. 

“Idiot,” you mumbled around the toothbrush. He glared at you through the mirror before pointing it at you for a second. Your small yelp made him smile and he went back to doing a half-assed job of drying his hair. “Give it to me,” you demanded after you finished brushing your teeth. 

He gladly handed it to you and you stood behind him, ruffling his hair and pointing the dryer to get all of his hair. His eyes closed with contentment as you played with his hair, though he’d never admit it out loud to anyone except you that playing with his hair was one of his weaknesses. 

“I’m already about to fall asleep,” he mumbled just barely over the loud machine. “You playing with my hair is not helping.” 

Even when you were done and there were no damp pieces left, you threaded your fingers through his soft locks for just a few more moments before turning off the dryer and putting it away. Vernon opened his eyes and smiled at you through the mirror. 

“Thanks,” he said softly before turning to you and kissing your lips. “Love you.”

“Bedtime, bud,” you smiled, sure he would fall asleep standing up if he waited any longer.

A few minutes later, with the lights off and Vernon’s limbs tangled with yours under the blankets, you pressed a kiss to his collarbone, telling him how much you loved him too. 

@piakae please giggle and kick your feet at this

"And if we kiss?"

Immediately, you lifted your head, feeling the crown of his own bump against yours ever so slightly. Turning to your side and resting on your elbow, you frowned, brows furrowing at the way he took this conversation out of turn.

It was a simple question of curiosity, yet he answered you with another question - one that bad your cheeks heat up, but he didn't have to know that.

"Why would you ask that, Hansol?" you wrinkled your nose.

He mimicked your earlier actions, turning to lie on his stomach.

"It's a valid question," he replied, unfazed. He blinked owlishly, not a disappointing frown nor a teasing smile on his face.

You huffed, sitting back on your heels. It bothered you how straightforward he was (not really - you just hated how it affected you).

You refused to answer him until he gave you explanation. However, much to your dismay (or not) - he did exactly what he asked about.

Leaning in, he gave you a chaste kiss on your lips - it was so fast, you hardly blinked and he was already pulling away.

Hansol chuckled at the way your expression relaxed into one of surprise. He got up from the carpeted floor where the two of you were lying and held out a hand to you.

"C'mon - let's go," he urged.

You only peered up at him, pressing your lips into a thin line. You tucked your hands deeper into your armpits, refusing to let him get his way - you wouldn't cave this time.

But Hansol was a patient man - especially when it came to you.

"It's French toast," he sang teasingly.

"You're so . . . random, you know that?" you finally blurted.

"And you love it," he was tugging on your elbow to get you to stand now.

You obliged without much resistance, pouting, but letting his hand slip into yours.

"One minute we're in deep discussion about Disney princesses, then you're talking about kissing, then you actually kiss me - and now we're getting French toast?" you rambled. "You're an enigma, Hansol."

Hansol smiled softly to himself, tucking his keys into his pocket as he led you out the door.

"I can always take Wonwoo-"

"It's fine. You're right - I kind of love it," you cut him off, though mumbling. You placed your free hand on his forearm. "I like Wonwoo, but . . ."

"Glad we can all be honest with ourselves," Hansol chuckled. He pressed his lips against your temple as the two of you stood like sim characters in the elevator.

"Acceptance is the key to peace after all."

. . . .

A/N: I dislike him 🫥 (not).