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Vernon is not a cuddle person, and everyone knows that. That includes you also, but he suddenly becomes super clingy after he's 3 months tour abroad.
You are laying on the couch when you hear keys jangling, doorknob twisting and turning. You approach the door with a smile on your face. It's been 3 months you last saw your boyfriend, and you both have been dreading for each others presence.
Opening the door is stood your boyfriend with a tired smile on his face, and you are met with a tight hug. "Missed you", he whispers into your skin. You giggle in return of the ticklish sensation. "Same here, I'll run a bubble bath for you" you reply as your try to wiggle out of his strong embrace. "One more sec", he says.
Laying on the bed you think how hard it must've have been for your boyfriend to perform all those songs and choreos. As you are lost in your thoughts the bed dips on the other side. A hand is placed on your stomach, "I thought you couldn't sleep while cuddling", you say. He mumbles something like, "Just for tonight" and falls asleep. You smile when you see his sleeping face, and it's not long before you drift to the land of dreams.
As Seasons Pass
Pairing : Hansol x Reader
Genre : Fluff, Angst
Warnings : Mentions of character death
Where you realize that moving on from someone is like the changing of seasons.
At the start of winter, you and Mingyu finally graduate from college. Something you both had been waiting for ever since you started dating. It was time to figure out everything else in life, most importantly your futures together.
The said last day before spring, Mingyu had you pressed against his room door, both of you sharing feverish kisses, without a worry about anything else. Mingyu's eyes pierce into yours as he whispers a 'I love you' and it's enough to make your heart burst into butterflies. You chastely press your lips against his, mumbling the phrase back.
A month after spring had started and flowers of different colours started to bloom, the news of your boyfriend's death has you breaking into a hysteria of tears, sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of your best friend, Hansol. He says nothing but gives you reassuring pats and draws patterns on your backs because they seem to make you feel better. After that day, Hansol becomes your source of comfort and you find yourself at his place everyday, slowly trying your best to move on from the boyfriend you had loved so much.
At the end of spring, you're at Hansol's threshold, once again in his arms as you cry your heart and eyes out. 'It's okay, Y/n,' he says, 'It's really okay'. You look up at him, your eyes tinted red, 'It's not okay. I'm pregnant, Hansol. And with his child. When I thought I was finally over him'. 'Will I be a good mother? How am I supposed to raise another life when I can't even control my own emotions?'. He mumbles comforting words into your head, seeming to be drowned in his own thoughts. Finally deciding something, he looks into your eyes and confidentially says, 'I'll help you raise the kid, Y/n'.
In autumn, you and Hansol go dress-shopping for yourself and the baby which was due at the beginning of winter. You didn't know what to say when he placed the offer to take care of your child but he proved you that he was serious in multiple occasions where he took care of you, from clinical visits to buying you food according to your cravings. You had sold your apartment and permanently moved to his place as Hansol thought that it would be easier to take care of you that way. He was in a good job and it paid him well enough to support himself and you comfortably. Both of you still hadn't labelled the relationship you shared but you decided to not think about it, fully focusing on welcoming the life you were carrying. You link your hands with Hansol's as you giggle about cute jumpsuits, going on with the flow of the present.
As the first snowflake falls onto the ground, Kim Gyeol-Wool was born. You were hesitant about making her surname 'Kim' but Hansol insisted that you should as Gyeol-Wool was Mingyu's kid. Moreover, she looked exactly like Mingyu which almost made you tear up when you held her for the first time. Hansol reminds you that it was good that she looked like him so that there would always be a part of him in the living world. The familiar smile on the sleeping baby was now proof for that.
The next summer, Gyeol-Wool's first word was 'papa' and Hansol had almost chokes with happiness because he was the one who had her in his arms at the time. He looks at you with worried eyes, silently asking if you were okay with it. You laugh, saying, 'You're the father now, Sol', which tugs a smile on his face. That's when he kisses you for the first time. The feeling of his lips on yours made your heart melt to your feet.
Three summers later, Gyeol-Wool asks you why you had named her that. You sit next to her, grabbing her small hands in yours, looking into her curiosity-filled eyes. As she grew up, she started taking Mingyu's features more than yours, something you and Hansol had realized on the day she was born. The little girl was the owner of both yours and Hansol's stored love and care. 'It's because you were born in winter and it's the season when your father and I met for the first time,' you say and Gyeol-Wool smiles. You realize that you meant the 'your father' as Hansol. You still remember the day because you two were just innocent kids playing in the snow and look where life had brought you.
That autumn, you and Hansol officially get married. It was kind of expected. He knew that you were meant to end up together the first time Gyeol-Wool called him 'papa'. That moment he realized that he was going to spend the rest of his years with you and her. You almost cried out of joy when he pulled a ring out of his pocket during one of the evenings you spent in the park with Gyeol-Wool. Somewhere along the way, you had realized that you were in love with Hansol too. It was hard not to be so when he kissed you every night and took care of your daughter like his own. The wedding was everything you could have imagined because you had the people you loved the most by your side.
The next spring, you announce your pregnancy to Hansol and Gyeol-Wool with a grin on your face. Gyeol-Wool was super excited for the arrival of her sibling. Hansol was already thinking about buying a bigger house to home all of you. Your heart swells in happiness when you see Gyeol-Wool giggling with Hansol. He wasn't her real father but she was closer to him more than she was with you. That made you fall in love with Hansol all over again.
That winter, you welcome Chwe Hajoon into the family. The young boy had his father's eyes and your smile. Gyeol-Wool was the happiest, constantly squealing when her brother did something cute. Hansol holds your hand as you smile at the innocent adorableness of the siblings. You had also adopted a cat because Gyeol-Wool had always wanted one. With it's sparkly eyes, it soon won the hearts of everyone in the family, specifically Hansol who wouldn't stop carrying it.
The next spring, on Mingyu's fourth year death anniversary, you visit his grave with Hansol, Gyeol-Wool and Hajoon. Hansol had Hajoon in his arms and Gweol-Wool was stand by him when he silently mouths, 'You should go alone'. You kneel in front of his grave and speak, 'It's been a while, Mingyu. I have a son now. His name is Hajoon. He looks a lot like Hansol. Gyeol-Wool is doing great as well. She's going to be a heart-breaker when she grows up. Like father like daughter,' you laugh at your own joke before continuing, 'Hansol takes care of me like a queen. He loves me and the kids to death. Overall, I'm doing great'. 'Once upon a time, I wished it was you and me in the end but I guess things don't go the way we want them to. It was hard to move on from you but as seasons pass I realized one thing. Spring's flowers fall, summer loses its warmth, autumn says goodbye to its colours and winter's snow melts. I can't be holding on to something in the past just because I cherish it so much. As the seasons passed, I fell in love with Hansol. I'm happy now and I know that you'll be happy for me too,' you place the bouquet of roses on his grave and take a deep breath before you get up, 'Thank you for the happy memories, Mingyu. I'll always cherish them'. You take a final look at the grave and walk back to Hansol, giving him a appreciative smile. If it wasn't for him, who knows where you might have been. As you take Hajoon from Hansol, you walk back to the car, Hansol having an arm around your shoulder while Gyeol-Wool grabs your hand. After so many changes in the seasons, you were finally enjoying everything.
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Cheek - Hansol
Let's just say Hansol couldn't sleep the whole night (for some unknown reason) because currently, he's sleeping in the library for god knows how long. Did all that history stuff you taught him enter his brain?
As much as he looks too good and you want to look at his face until he wakes up, you don't because obviously, you're mad. He slept while you were teaching him history. He deserves to be thrown into a dungeon.
So, you take a marker out of your pencil case, opening the cap. The caption you have in mind makes you let out a snicker and you write it in bold letters on his cheek, without thinking twice. When you're done with your artwork, you take a picture of Hansol, reminding yourself to make it your wallpaper as soon as you go home.
He wakes up after half an hour, feeling very much rested but he doesn't really like the look on your face.
"Y/n," he starts, "I'm sorry for sleeping. I'll do extra homework if that's what takes you to forgive me." You raise an eyebrow, and Hansol gulps in fear. Where would you hide his body? Will his parents be able to find him?
"Write me a 3-paged essay of all the reasons why you slept, what you dreamt of and all about your lovely tutor. Now, you can leave or I'm snuffing the life out of you," and Hansol knows better than to stay at that place.
When Hansol goes home looking very much like a poster on the streets, his sister breaks into fits of laughter, "Bro, did you get a face tattoo without me?"
Hansol looks at her in confusion, "What are you talking about? I just escaped from Y/n. She was ready to murder me for sleeping during her tutor session."
He doesn't get what's going on so he just walks to a mirror and there it is, your 'Hansol Hates History.' He admits that it does look funny, and maybe he did deserve it for dozing off while you were teaching.
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Summary: You were all alone at a Christmas party getting bored to death, and silently praying for someone to come and save you from it. Well someone did - Vernon, who you're secretly but hopelessly pining over. Let’s see what the night holds for both of them...
Word count: 923
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and making out
You could vividly remember spending Christmas with your family as a kid and how fun it was. It was easily your favourite time of the year. But as you started to grow, you found Christmas to be overrated. That was the case until now….
You were currently seated in Seungcheol’s house, in a corner which was as secluded as it could be, in a Christmas party thrown by your college seniors. The house was jam- packed with people and though the party was only meant for those who went to your college, there were quite a few faces you could not recognise. The party had everything you see at a regular frat party - loud music, wide variety of both punch and alcohol, couples making out in the kitchen, bathroom - you name it. With all of your friends back at their parents’ house for the break, you felt pathetically lonely.
You did not pay attention to your surroundings though, as you were completely spaced out, pondering upon the reason for your existence.
It had nearly been two hours since you arrived, and you initially made several attempts at talking to several people but after a while your social battery was drained and you were bored to death. You were still spaced out when you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around to gaze into the familiar chocolate brown eyes, which you had started to grow fond of. It was Vernon…
He looked extraordinarily attractive in his red t-shirt under his leather jacket paired with skinny jeans and his favourite blue nike shoes. While you were busy checking him out, unbeknownst to you, he too was tracing his eyes over your figure from top to bottom. Well to be fair, you wore a black dress that perfectly accentuated your figure and he rarely saw you in such an attire.
Realising the need to say something after having embarrassingly checked him out, you cleared your throat and greeted him with a shaky voice and also wished him a happy Christmas. Vernon wished you back and added “How are you here at this time ? I thought you went back to your parents’ house like every year.”
“Well I was planning to, but then I found out that mom and dad wanted to visit my brother this time since they hadn’t celebrated Christmas together in so long. And I would feel way too guilty if they couldn’t go because of me. So here I am…” , you explained. Vernon nodded in understanding.
It was a little quiet between you two after this. You two were definitely close but not best friends. You always felt an air of uncertainty and tension when you were around him.
Vernon then rubbed the back of his head and suggested, “Should we move to the yard ? It’s a little too crowded for my taste.” You agreed immediately wanting to escape from the party as soon as possible.
There was no one other than you two, in the yard. You guys took advantage of it and sat down at the chairs. A comfortable silence had developed between the two of you while you both were gazing at the stars above. It was safe to say that both of you were glad to have found each other at the party.
You guys chatted on some more, occasionally sharing movie recommendations and opinions about music, when you felt like it was time for you to leave. You had never been a night owl and it was already almost 12. You bid Vernon goodbye and you were getting up from your seat, when Vernon got up too and took a hold of your wrist.
“Can you stay with me for a little more ?”
“I want to but don’t you think it’s too late now ? I need to work tomorrow as well.”
“It’s just that I really enjoy your company.” Vernon spoke with slight desperation in his voice and a look in his eyes you couldn’t decipher yet.
Astonished at both his confession and the look he gave you, you couldn’t hold yourself back and said “Please don’t look at me like that. It gives me false hope.”
Vernon replied back with a cheeky smile, “Why do you think of it as false hope ? What if I actually like you? What if I want to know you more? What if I want to get closer to you ?” He was gasping for breath now as he had said all of that in one breath.
“Wait are you…” you couldn’t finish before Vernon spoke again, “Yes I want to take you out on a date. I want to do all those things that couples do but only with you. That is, if you let me…” He finished the last sentence with a slight hesitation.
After a moment, you answered with a grin, “All right, but on one condition - we must watch all the movies you recommended today …. together.”
Vernon couldn’t help but let out a giggle, “Of course, anything for you princess.”
Vernon walked you home that night despite you insisting that you’d be fine alone and that it was not far. You guys held hands on the way with blush looming on both of your cheeks. When time came for you to say goodbye to him, you weren’t sad or bitter like you usually were when you had to leave Vernon as you knew that the story of you two had just begun. And you couldn’t wait for what the next day held in store for you two.
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Vernon x Reader
This was requested by @mintchocosan, which also happens to be my first request ever. I hope I did justice to your wonderful prompt. Hope you like it 🫶
Summary: You were recently having a terrible time. When things got too much for you and you went radio- silent, your longtime best friend, Vernon took it upon himself to become your knight in shining armour and to comfort you.
Word Count: 1755 words
Tags: best friend Vernon who has a secret crush on reader, reader having a difficult time, Vernon comforts reader, crying, slight angst and fluff
Vernon was currently lying on his bed staring right at the ceiling as if he wished to burn holes into it. If anyone saw him right now, they would probably think as if he was pondering upon a life-changing decision. Well it wasn't that serious, but he found it strange that it had already been two hours since you got off from work, but he did not hear anything from your side. No messages. No calls.
Vernon was trying to ignore that bitter feeling in his chest and the prospect of you ignoring him. Even the thought of that is enough to drive him crazy. Sure when two people have been best friends as long as they could remember, the 'ignoring thing' definitely hurts but it was even worse for Vernon since he had a crush on you. It was a secret which he was willing to take to the grave.
Realising that he was again getting lost in his memories with you, he focused back on the problem at hand. You would always call him as soon as work ended, talking about your day or about some gossip you had heard at work. You would at least text him, even if you were busy.
Vernon was getting more and more suspicious of the situation, as the clock ticked. He let out a sigh and finally called you up. He could hear the call go through but you did not pick it up. He called once more but he had no luck.
By this time, Vernon was grabbing his jacket and leaving for your house, as he texted you, "Y/n everything good? Is there something wrong?"
Fortunately Vernon had the number of the lady who lived next to you, which he got when he had ordered some books at your address but since you were running late at work and he was stuck in traffic, you sent him your neighbors' number so that she could keep the parcel.
Vernon found out that your neighbor had indeed seen you returning from work and you two greeted each other but she had noticed you looked exhausted. At this, Vernon let out a sigh of relief that you weren't in some super serious situation. Having known you for so long as well as being an innate observer, Vernon also had a bit of an idea as to why you weren't responding to his calls or texts. But he had yet to see whether he was right.
Vernon arrived at your house and looked through the windows. The lights were on! This meant that you were definitely inside. Or maybe it was a burglar who was inside. But the chances of that happening were very low, because Vernon was well aware that you were super broke. Not because you earned less, but because you had zero control over your spending habits.
Vernon immediately retrieved the spare key that he knew was lying in one of your pots of White Roses, in the garden. He unlocked the door and could hear the faint sound of the TV. The sound increased with every step he took towards your living room. When he entered, Vernon could see your comfort show still playing on the TV. Vernon could already sense that something was wrong with you.
When he slightly turned his neck, he could see you sleeping on the couch. You weren't in a comfortable position and Vernon knew you would wake up with a pain in your neck. You weren't sleeping peacefully which Vernon realised from the way your forehead was scrunched. He also saw that you were still in your work clothes. As if to confirm his suspicion, Vernon could also see a half eaten tub of almost melted, ice-cream still lying on the table in front of your sleeping figure.
It was as clear as day to Vernon, you had a terrible day. Vernon walked over to you and gazed lovingly at you. An expression he always made sure no one else could see. Before waking you up, he lightly pressed his thumbs to your forehead in an attempt to relax it.
Vernon then lightly shook your shoulders and spoke in almost a whisper, as he knew you would get startled if he spoke any louder, "y/n wake up now. We need to talk." He said with a smile which did not reach his eyes. He was upset at the thought of you being upset.
When you woke up, you were in utter shock at the person sitting beside you at the couch, "Vernon? How did you get here? Wait, why are you here? Is everything alright? Are you okay?"
Vernon could feel his heart flutter at how it was you who had a terrible day but you were still concerned about him.
"Me? Oh I'm fine. But don't you think it should be me asking that question? Your comfort show, comfort ice-cream, sleeping on the couch still in work clothes... now tell me what's wrong."
You were slightly flustered at the way Vernon was gazing so intensely in your eyes, just waiting to hear what made his best friend so sad. Vernon had mostly known you to be really strong. Even in the worst of times, you would keep a smile on your face. You would never shut yourself out, at least not to your best friend, who was there through it all. Normally you would first try to deny it but the fiery look in his eyes already told you that he wouldn't let it go.
"Well in short, my boss yelled at me because I made some mistakes in the report which I worked on till like 3 in the morning.”
“Don’t try to get clever with me, I know there’s more to it.” Vernon replied in a threatening voice as if to scare you into spilling your guts to him.
“Ugh fine. You know, sometimes I really regret being best friends with you.” , you spoke in a sarcastic tone.
You continued, “Well honestly, there’s not a single reason for this. It was a mixture of everything. Things got so hectic at work, i felt like I couldn’t breathe. I would stay up late working, and even when I would go to bed, I could barely sleep. On top of all this, every time either of my parents call me, they are always complaining about each other. I mean, I grew up in this environment so I am used to this but nowadays, it also makes me question whether love is real at all .”
From the look in your eyes, Vernon knew you were telling the truth. He thought carefully for a second and then he took your hand in his lap and said, “Okay first off, Y/n you are the strongest person I’ve seen in my entire life and the most hard working too. I’m sure your boss yelled at you in the heat of the moment. And I’m sure he appreciates you. Well it’s fine even if he doesn’t because not every person will like you. There’s nothing either I or you can do about this. But I can promise you that I will always be by your side, through all the storms and the earthquakes.” He spoke the last sentence while tightly squeezing your hand as if to emphasise it. It was safe to say that you were starting to get emotional.
Vernon then continued, “As for the second thing, you can always take a day off from work when things get too hectic. I mean you rarely ever do that. Instead you can hang out with me. Just so you know, I have a complete list of movies I need to watch with you. So just say the word, and I’ll be right there.” At the last word, Vernon softly caressed your hair. By this point, tears had started to well up in your eyes.
Vernon continued, “Now as for the third thing, we can always check out a doctor for your insomnia. I don’t think it’s something to worry about since you’ve been like this since college but we’ll do what we can right?” You nodded your head in response. Vernon also made a mental note, to go with you to a doctor on Friday.
“And finally, I have no right to say anything about your parents’ situation but I know one thing for certain. You will definitely find love in your life. I have no idea with whom or when. But I know you will. Also let me just say, the man who gets to have you would be the luckiest man on this planet.” Vernon knew he was playing around a dangerous topic which could end up revealing his ‘secret’ crush so he cleared his throat and brushed a loose stand of your hair behind your ear.
You felt beyond grateful to have someone like Vernon in your life. In a world full of boys, he was a gentleman. But above all, Vernon was both your strength and weakness.
Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, you didn’t even realise you were crying until you felt warm tears falling down your cheeks. Vernon widened his eyes in shock, “Shit, are you crying? Oh god, I swear I didn’t wanna make you cry.”
Before Vernon could panic any further, you threw your arms around his neck and buried your head in his shoulder. However, the next words that left your mouth almost made Vernon choke on his spit.
“I love you so much Vernon.”
You would have never said this so casually in a conversation but you felt like you needed to remind him just how much you cared for him. Honestly you were a bit scared at how those words sounded so right, and you made a mental note to think about this particular moment later.
Though Vernon could feel butterflies explode in his stomach, he assumed, for his own sanity, that you meant it in a platonic sense.
Vernon hugged you back and whispered softly, “Don’t you dare do something like this again. I could barely breathe when you did not respond to my calls.”
Vernon convinced you to take a day off the next day and you two binge-watched movies till midnight, all wrapped up in each other’s warm embrace. You two actually ended up falling asleep in that position and unbeknownst to Vernon, it was the most peaceful sleep you had gotten in the last 4 months.
Hmm looks like you adored Vernon much more than you actually realised…
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Adore you
Vernon x Reader
This was requested by @mintchocosan, which also happens to be my first request ever. I hope I did justice to your wonderful prompt. Hope you like it 🫶
Summary: You were recently having a terrible time. When things got too much for you and you went radio- silent, your longtime best friend, Vernon took it upon himself to become your knight in shining armour and to comfort you.
Word Count: 1755 words
Tags: best friend Vernon who has a secret crush on reader, reader having a difficult time, Vernon comforts reader, crying, slight angst and fluff
Vernon was currently lying on his bed staring right at the ceiling as if he wished to burn holes into it. If anyone saw him right now, they would probably think as if he was pondering upon a life-changing decision. Well it wasn't that serious, but he found it strange that it had already been two hours since you got off from work, but he did not hear anything from your side. No messages. No calls.
Vernon was trying to ignore that bitter feeling in his chest and the prospect of you ignoring him. Even the thought of that is enough to drive him crazy. Sure when two people have been best friends as long as they could remember, the 'ignoring thing' definitely hurts but it was even worse for Vernon since he had a crush on you. It was a secret which he was willing to take to the grave.
Realising that he was again getting lost in his memories with you, he focused back on the problem at hand. You would always call him as soon as work ended, talking about your day or about some gossip you had heard at work. You would at least text him, even if you were busy.
Vernon was getting more and more suspicious of the situation, as the clock ticked. He let out a sigh and finally called you up. He could hear the call go through but you did not pick it up. He called once more but he had no luck.
By this time, Vernon was grabbing his jacket and leaving for your house, as he texted you, "Y/n everything good? Is there something wrong?"
Fortunately Vernon had the number of the lady who lived next to you, which he got when he had ordered some books at your address but since you were running late at work and he was stuck in traffic, you sent him your neighbors' number so that she could keep the parcel.
Vernon found out that your neighbor had indeed seen you returning from work and you two greeted each other but she had noticed you looked exhausted. At this, Vernon let out a sigh of relief that you weren't in some super serious situation. Having known you for so long as well as being an innate observer, Vernon also had a bit of an idea as to why you weren't responding to his calls or texts. But he had yet to see whether he was right.
Vernon arrived at your house and looked through the windows. The lights were on! This meant that you were definitely inside. Or maybe it was a burglar who was inside. But the chances of that happening were very low, because Vernon was well aware that you were super broke. Not because you earned less, but because you had zero control over your spending habits.
Vernon immediately retrieved the spare key that he knew was lying in one of your pots of White Roses, in the garden. He unlocked the door and could hear the faint sound of the TV. The sound increased with every step he took towards your living room. When he entered, Vernon could see your comfort show still playing on the TV. Vernon could already sense that something was wrong with you.
When he slightly turned his neck, he could see you sleeping on the couch. You weren't in a comfortable position and Vernon knew you would wake up with a pain in your neck. You weren't sleeping peacefully which Vernon realised from the way your forehead was scrunched. He also saw that you were still in your work clothes. As if to confirm his suspicion, Vernon could also see a half eaten tub of almost melted, ice-cream still lying on the table in front of your sleeping figure.
It was as clear as day to Vernon, you had a terrible day. Vernon walked over to you and gazed lovingly at you. An expression he always made sure no one else could see. Before waking you up, he lightly pressed his thumbs to your forehead in an attempt to relax it.
Vernon then lightly shook your shoulders and spoke in almost a whisper, as he knew you would get startled if he spoke any louder, "y/n wake up now. We need to talk." He said with a smile which did not reach his eyes. He was upset at the thought of you being upset.
When you woke up, you were in utter shock at the person sitting beside you at the couch, "Vernon? How did you get here? Wait, why are you here? Is everything alright? Are you okay?"
Vernon could feel his heart flutter at how it was you who had a terrible day but you were still concerned about him.
"Me? Oh I'm fine. But don't you think it should be me asking that question? Your comfort show, comfort ice-cream, sleeping on the couch still in work clothes... now tell me what's wrong."
You were slightly flustered at the way Vernon was gazing so intensely in your eyes, just waiting to hear what made his best friend so sad. Vernon had mostly known you to be really strong. Even in the worst of times, you would keep a smile on your face. You would never shut yourself out, at least not to your best friend, who was there through it all. Normally you would first try to deny it but the fiery look in his eyes already told you that he wouldn't let it go.
"Well in short, my boss yelled at me because I made some mistakes in the report which I worked on till like 3 in the morning.”
“Don’t try to get clever with me, I know there’s more to it.” Vernon replied in a threatening voice as if to scare you into spilling your guts to him.
“Ugh fine. You know, sometimes I really regret being best friends with you.” , you spoke in a sarcastic tone.
You continued, “Well honestly, there’s not a single reason for this. It was a mixture of everything. Things got so hectic at work, i felt like I couldn’t breathe. I would stay up late working, and even when I would go to bed, I could barely sleep. On top of all this, every time either of my parents call me, they are always complaining about each other. I mean, I grew up in this environment so I am used to this but nowadays, it also makes me question whether love is real at all .”
From the look in your eyes, Vernon knew you were telling the truth. He thought carefully for a second and then he took your hand in his lap and said, “Okay first off, Y/n you are the strongest person I’ve seen in my entire life and the most hard working too. I’m sure your boss yelled at you in the heat of the moment. And I’m sure he appreciates you. Well it’s fine even if he doesn’t because not every person will like you. There’s nothing either I or you can do about this. But I can promise you that I will always be by your side, through all the storms and the earthquakes.” He spoke the last sentence while tightly squeezing your hand as if to emphasise it. It was safe to say that you were starting to get emotional.
Vernon then continued, “As for the second thing, you can always take a day off from work when things get too hectic. I mean you rarely ever do that. Instead you can hang out with me. Just so you know, I have a complete list of movies I need to watch with you. So just say the word, and I’ll be right there.” At the last word, Vernon softly caressed your hair. By this point, tears had started to well up in your eyes.
Vernon continued, “Now as for the third thing, we can always check out a doctor for your insomnia. I don’t think it’s something to worry about since you’ve been like this since college but we’ll do what we can right?” You nodded your head in response. Vernon also made a mental note, to go with you to a doctor on Friday.
“And finally, I have no right to say anything about your parents’ situation but I know one thing for certain. You will definitely find love in your life. I have no idea with whom or when. But I know you will. Also let me just say, the man who gets to have you would be the luckiest man on this planet.” Vernon knew he was playing around a dangerous topic which could end up revealing his ‘secret’ crush so he cleared his throat and brushed a loose stand of your hair behind your ear.
You felt beyond grateful to have someone like Vernon in your life. In a world full of boys, he was a gentleman. But above all, Vernon was both your strength and weakness.
Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, you didn’t even realise you were crying until you felt warm tears falling down your cheeks. Vernon widened his eyes in shock, “Shit, are you crying? Oh god, I swear I didn’t wanna make you cry.”
Before Vernon could panic any further, you threw your arms around his neck and buried your head in his shoulder. However, the next words that left your mouth almost made Vernon choke on his spit.
“I love you so much Vernon.”
You would have never said this so casually in a conversation but you felt like you needed to remind him just how much you cared for him. Honestly you were a bit scared at how those words sounded so right, and you made a mental note to think about this particular moment later.
Though Vernon could feel butterflies explode in his stomach, he assumed, for his own sanity, that you meant it in a platonic sense.
Vernon hugged you back and whispered softly, “Don’t you dare do something like this again. I could barely breathe when you did not respond to my calls.”
Vernon convinced you to take a day off the next day and you two binge-watched movies till midnight, all wrapped up in each other’s warm embrace. You two actually ended up falling asleep in that position and unbeknownst to Vernon, it was the most peaceful sleep you had gotten in the last 4 months.
Hmm looks like you adored Vernon much more than you actually realised…
should I make a sequel to this ? We could see Reader finally giving in to their feelings, taking a huge leap of faith and confess to Vernon knowing that they could never back to what it used to be, only to find out that Vernon has loved her all along 😱
I know it sounds a little cheesy but I could work on it. Lemme know your thoughts. I've been wanting to write something for so long but I've been going through a severe writing block ever since my exams ended 🥲
Adore you
Vernon x Reader
This was requested by @mintchocosan, which also happens to be my first request ever. I hope I did justice to your wonderful prompt. Hope you like it 🫶
Summary: You were recently having a terrible time. When things got too much for you and you went radio- silent, your longtime best friend, Vernon took it upon himself to become your knight in shining armour and to comfort you.
Word Count: 1755 words
Tags: best friend Vernon who has a secret crush on reader, reader having a difficult time, Vernon comforts reader, crying, slight angst and fluff
Vernon was currently lying on his bed staring right at the ceiling as if he wished to burn holes into it. If anyone saw him right now, they would probably think as if he was pondering upon a life-changing decision. Well it wasn't that serious, but he found it strange that it had already been two hours since you got off from work, but he did not hear anything from your side. No messages. No calls.
Vernon was trying to ignore that bitter feeling in his chest and the prospect of you ignoring him. Even the thought of that is enough to drive him crazy. Sure when two people have been best friends as long as they could remember, the 'ignoring thing' definitely hurts but it was even worse for Vernon since he had a crush on you. It was a secret which he was willing to take to the grave.
Realising that he was again getting lost in his memories with you, he focused back on the problem at hand. You would always call him as soon as work ended, talking about your day or about some gossip you had heard at work. You would at least text him, even if you were busy.
Vernon was getting more and more suspicious of the situation, as the clock ticked. He let out a sigh and finally called you up. He could hear the call go through but you did not pick it up. He called once more but he had no luck.
By this time, Vernon was grabbing his jacket and leaving for your house, as he texted you, "Y/n everything good? Is there something wrong?"
Fortunately Vernon had the number of the lady who lived next to you, which he got when he had ordered some books at your address but since you were running late at work and he was stuck in traffic, you sent him your neighbors' number so that she could keep the parcel.
Vernon found out that your neighbor had indeed seen you returning from work and you two greeted each other but she had noticed you looked exhausted. At this, Vernon let out a sigh of relief that you weren't in some super serious situation. Having known you for so long as well as being an innate observer, Vernon also had a bit of an idea as to why you weren't responding to his calls or texts. But he had yet to see whether he was right.
Vernon arrived at your house and looked through the windows. The lights were on! This meant that you were definitely inside. Or maybe it was a burglar who was inside. But the chances of that happening were very low, because Vernon was well aware that you were super broke. Not because you earned less, but because you had zero control over your spending habits.
Vernon immediately retrieved the spare key that he knew was lying in one of your pots of White Roses, in the garden. He unlocked the door and could hear the faint sound of the TV. The sound increased with every step he took towards your living room. When he entered, Vernon could see your comfort show still playing on the TV. Vernon could already sense that something was wrong with you.
When he slightly turned his neck, he could see you sleeping on the couch. You weren't in a comfortable position and Vernon knew you would wake up with a pain in your neck. You weren't sleeping peacefully which Vernon realised from the way your forehead was scrunched. He also saw that you were still in your work clothes. As if to confirm his suspicion, Vernon could also see a half eaten tub of almost melted, ice-cream still lying on the table in front of your sleeping figure.
It was as clear as day to Vernon, you had a terrible day. Vernon walked over to you and gazed lovingly at you. An expression he always made sure no one else could see. Before waking you up, he lightly pressed his thumbs to your forehead in an attempt to relax it.
Vernon then lightly shook your shoulders and spoke in almost a whisper, as he knew you would get startled if he spoke any louder, "y/n wake up now. We need to talk." He said with a smile which did not reach his eyes. He was upset at the thought of you being upset.
When you woke up, you were in utter shock at the person sitting beside you at the couch, "Vernon? How did you get here? Wait, why are you here? Is everything alright? Are you okay?"
Vernon could feel his heart flutter at how it was you who had a terrible day but you were still concerned about him.
"Me? Oh I'm fine. But don't you think it should be me asking that question? Your comfort show, comfort ice-cream, sleeping on the couch still in work clothes... now tell me what's wrong."
You were slightly flustered at the way Vernon was gazing so intensely in your eyes, just waiting to hear what made his best friend so sad. Vernon had mostly known you to be really strong. Even in the worst of times, you would keep a smile on your face. You would never shut yourself out, at least not to your best friend, who was there through it all. Normally you would first try to deny it but the fiery look in his eyes already told you that he wouldn't let it go.
"Well in short, my boss yelled at me because I made some mistakes in the report which I worked on till like 3 in the morning.”
“Don’t try to get clever with me, I know there’s more to it.” Vernon replied in a threatening voice as if to scare you into spilling your guts to him.
“Ugh fine. You know, sometimes I really regret being best friends with you.” , you spoke in a sarcastic tone.
You continued, “Well honestly, there’s not a single reason for this. It was a mixture of everything. Things got so hectic at work, i felt like I couldn’t breathe. I would stay up late working, and even when I would go to bed, I could barely sleep. On top of all this, every time either of my parents call me, they are always complaining about each other. I mean, I grew up in this environment so I am used to this but nowadays, it also makes me question whether love is real at all .”
From the look in your eyes, Vernon knew you were telling the truth. He thought carefully for a second and then he took your hand in his lap and said, “Okay first off, Y/n you are the strongest person I’ve seen in my entire life and the most hard working too. I’m sure your boss yelled at you in the heat of the moment. And I’m sure he appreciates you. Well it’s fine even if he doesn’t because not every person will like you. There’s nothing either I or you can do about this. But I can promise you that I will always be by your side, through all the storms and the earthquakes.” He spoke the last sentence while tightly squeezing your hand as if to emphasise it. It was safe to say that you were starting to get emotional.
Vernon then continued, “As for the second thing, you can always take a day off from work when things get too hectic. I mean you rarely ever do that. Instead you can hang out with me. Just so you know, I have a complete list of movies I need to watch with you. So just say the word, and I’ll be right there.” At the last word, Vernon softly caressed your hair. By this point, tears had started to well up in your eyes.
Vernon continued, “Now as for the third thing, we can always check out a doctor for your insomnia. I don’t think it’s something to worry about since you’ve been like this since college but we’ll do what we can right?” You nodded your head in response. Vernon also made a mental note, to go with you to a doctor on Friday.
“And finally, I have no right to say anything about your parents’ situation but I know one thing for certain. You will definitely find love in your life. I have no idea with whom or when. But I know you will. Also let me just say, the man who gets to have you would be the luckiest man on this planet.” Vernon knew he was playing around a dangerous topic which could end up revealing his ‘secret’ crush so he cleared his throat and brushed a loose stand of your hair behind your ear.
You felt beyond grateful to have someone like Vernon in your life. In a world full of boys, he was a gentleman. But above all, Vernon was both your strength and weakness.
Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, you didn’t even realise you were crying until you felt warm tears falling down your cheeks. Vernon widened his eyes in shock, “Shit, are you crying? Oh god, I swear I didn’t wanna make you cry.”
Before Vernon could panic any further, you threw your arms around his neck and buried your head in his shoulder. However, the next words that left your mouth almost made Vernon choke on his spit.
“I love you so much Vernon.”
You would have never said this so casually in a conversation but you felt like you needed to remind him just how much you cared for him. Honestly you were a bit scared at how those words sounded so right, and you made a mental note to think about this particular moment later.
Though Vernon could feel butterflies explode in his stomach, he assumed, for his own sanity, that you meant it in a platonic sense.
Vernon hugged you back and whispered softly, “Don’t you dare do something like this again. I could barely breathe when you did not respond to my calls.”
Vernon convinced you to take a day off the next day and you two binge-watched movies till midnight, all wrapped up in each other’s warm embrace. You two actually ended up falling asleep in that position and unbeknownst to Vernon, it was the most peaceful sleep you had gotten in the last 4 months.
Hmm looks like you adored Vernon much more than you actually realised…
Unexpected Gifts
Vernon x Reader
Note: It's been a really long time since I wrote something. I had a severe case of writer's block and I hope that my writing did not rust. Hope you guys have fun reading it.
Summary: After an exhausting day of work, all you expected from the rest of the day was cooking dinner, watching some show, talking on phone with your relatively new boyfriend, Vernon and then getting some sweet sleep. But an unexpected visit from the said boyfriend, who brings a thoughtful gift for you results in you opening up to him.
Word Count: 867 words
Tags: new relationship, cooking, shy reader who does not usually initiate physical contact, whipped Vernon, tons of fluff
It was an ordinary day that could easily blend in with the other days of the week, only if it weren’t for the roaring morning rain that provided much needed relief from the recent scorching weather and it was only April. Thinking about this, you let out a sigh and murmured under your breath, “we really need to do something about the global warming” and went back to chopping carrots to cook tonight’s dinner.
It had only been an hour since you returned home from work but you wanted to finish up dinner earlier so that you could relax later. You were just about to pick up some tomatoes, when you heard your doorbell ring. You hurried over to open the door . What greeted you was a pleasant surprise: Vernon standing there with a fond smile on his handsome face.
“Were you cooking dinner? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Vernon says with a slight regretful expression on his face.
“What? How did he know that I was cooking?“ You thought to yourself and when you looked down at your figure, you noticed you were still wearing your apron which had become completely messy with ingredients splattered all over it.
Beyond embarrassed, you could not bring yourself to hold eye contact with your boyfriend. You usually wouldn’t be this embarrassed in such a situation, but Vernon had a way of making you flustered around him over anything.
Clearing his throat, he asked, “Can I come in?” Shaking off your embarrassment, you smiled and nodded at him, “of course,” and then gave him some space to get in.
While Vernon was closing the door behind himself, you took the opportunity to take off that darn apron and hastily threw it somewhere he couldn’t see.
You two seated yourselves at the couch and talked for some time. You were always surprised at how conversation with Vernon always flew so smoothly. The two of you switched from one topic to another for around an hour and when things finally quieted down, Vernon placed a bag on the table which you hadn’t even realised he had brought with him since you were so invested in the conversation.
”I have been wanting to give you a present for a while now and I finally got you something.”
You were a bit surprised at his confession since you were still learning things about him as it had only been a few months since you started dating. You also tried to hold back a smile at his nervous demeanour which you found to be so endearing.
He went on,” I remembered you saying you wanted to buy a house plant since they are pretty low maintenance, so…” He pulled the plant out of the bag and continued,
“ This is English Ivy. There were tons of options to choose from and I wasn’t sure which one you’d like so I picked the prettiest one. It’s okay if you don’t like it though…” you threw your arms around him and wrapped him in a tight hug thus stopping his ramble.
Fondness, affection, love… you weren’t sure what emotion you felt for Vernon at that moment and you knew that no matter what, you could never express it in words. That’s why you showed no hesitation in hugging him.
Vernon was taken aback with your reaction at first. You were a shy person and Vernon knew that it was rare for you to initiate physical contact first beyond holding hands. But he came back to his senses and hugged you back with a hand slowly caressing your hair as if to silently tell you that he could do this as long as you wanted.
After a few minutes of you embracing him, you finally let go and gave him a short kiss. Vernon could see the sincerity in your gaze as you thanked him and felt himself get slightly emotional at how lucky he was to have you in his life.
The two of you talked for a while, knowing that your relationship had gone to the next level, with Vernon’s arm wrapped around your shoulder.
Vernon suddenly got up and said, “Gosh, I didn’t realise it had gotten so late. I should leave to let you finish dinner. “
“I had a lovely time with you,” he said with a smile as he was about to wear his shoes.
Feeling your hand around his arm, he quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at you.
“Why don’t you stay for dinner? You never got the chance to eat my food. We could also cook together which could save us a lot of time. I mean only if you have no plans, that is…” you finished with an uncertain tone in your voice.
Vernon was trying not to let it show that he could feel about a million butterflies in his stomach at how you were so upfront today.
He let out a chuckle and bent down to softly kiss your hair. With a blush looming on his cheeks, he said, “Of course, anything for my princess.”
You giggled at his cheesy nickname and said “Okay follow me to the kitchen, Mr Chwe.”
anyone got some prompts or suggestions for me to write? I’ve realised that i write much better this way. Lemme know🫶
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Unexpected Gifts
Vernon x Reader
Note: It's been a really long time since I wrote something. I had a severe case of writer's block and I hope that my writing did not rust. Hope you guys have fun reading it.
Summary: After an exhausting day of work, all you expected from the rest of the day was cooking dinner, watching some show, talking on phone with your relatively new boyfriend, Vernon and then getting some sweet sleep. But an unexpected visit from the said boyfriend, who brings a thoughtful gift for you results in you opening up to him.
Word Count: 867 words
Tags: new relationship, cooking, shy reader who does not usually initiate physical contact, whipped Vernon, tons of fluff
It was an ordinary day that could easily blend in with the other days of the week, only if it weren’t for the roaring morning rain that provided much needed relief from the recent scorching weather and it was only April. Thinking about this, you let out a sigh and murmured under your breath, “we really need to do something about the global warming” and went back to chopping carrots to cook tonight’s dinner.
It had only been an hour since you returned home from work but you wanted to finish up dinner earlier so that you could relax later. You were just about to pick up some tomatoes, when you heard your doorbell ring. You hurried over to open the door . What greeted you was a pleasant surprise: Vernon standing there with a fond smile on his handsome face.
“Were you cooking dinner? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you,” Vernon says with a slight regretful expression on his face.
“What? How did he know that I was cooking?“ You thought to yourself and when you looked down at your figure, you noticed you were still wearing your apron which had become completely messy with ingredients splattered all over it.
Beyond embarrassed, you could not bring yourself to hold eye contact with your boyfriend. You usually wouldn’t be this embarrassed in such a situation, but Vernon had a way of making you flustered around him over anything.
Clearing his throat, he asked, “Can I come in?” Shaking off your embarrassment, you smiled and nodded at him, “of course,” and then gave him some space to get in.
While Vernon was closing the door behind himself, you took the opportunity to take off that darn apron and hastily threw it somewhere he couldn’t see.
You two seated yourselves at the couch and talked for some time. You were always surprised at how conversation with Vernon always flew so smoothly. The two of you switched from one topic to another for around an hour and when things finally quieted down, Vernon placed a bag on the table which you hadn’t even realised he had brought with him since you were so invested in the conversation.
”I have been wanting to give you a present for a while now and I finally got you something.”
You were a bit surprised at his confession since you were still learning things about him as it had only been a few months since you started dating. You also tried to hold back a smile at his nervous demeanour which you found to be so endearing.
He went on,” I remembered you saying you wanted to buy a house plant since they are pretty low maintenance, so…” He pulled the plant out of the bag and continued,
“ This is English Ivy. There were tons of options to choose from and I wasn’t sure which one you’d like so I picked the prettiest one. It’s okay if you don’t like it though…” you threw your arms around him and wrapped him in a tight hug thus stopping his ramble.
Fondness, affection, love… you weren’t sure what emotion you felt for Vernon at that moment and you knew that no matter what, you could never express it in words. That’s why you showed no hesitation in hugging him.
Vernon was taken aback with your reaction at first. You were a shy person and Vernon knew that it was rare for you to initiate physical contact first beyond holding hands. But he came back to his senses and hugged you back with a hand slowly caressing your hair as if to silently tell you that he could do this as long as you wanted.
After a few minutes of you embracing him, you finally let go and gave him a short kiss. Vernon could see the sincerity in your gaze as you thanked him and felt himself get slightly emotional at how lucky he was to have you in his life.
The two of you talked for a while, knowing that your relationship had gone to the next level, with Vernon’s arm wrapped around your shoulder.
Vernon suddenly got up and said, “Gosh, I didn’t realise it had gotten so late. I should leave to let you finish dinner. “
“I had a lovely time with you,” he said with a smile as he was about to wear his shoes.
Feeling your hand around his arm, he quickly stopped what he was doing and looked at you.
“Why don’t you stay for dinner? You never got the chance to eat my food. We could also cook together which could save us a lot of time. I mean only if you have no plans, that is…” you finished with an uncertain tone in your voice.
Vernon was trying not to let it show that he could feel about a million butterflies in his stomach at how you were so upfront today.
He let out a chuckle and bent down to softly kiss your hair. With a blush looming on his cheeks, he said, “Of course, anything for my princess.”
You giggled at his cheesy nickname and said “Okay follow me to the kitchen, Mr Chwe.”
H M M M SHOULD I MAKE SONG FICS FROM SVT’S SONGS (bc i unintentionally created my To Feel Love fic to become associated with the Vocal Unit’s song Hug and now i’m thinking hmmmmmmmm
and maybe i can take some requests for those fics with the svt members (or maybe create one for each) 😳 i’m going ballsy today
and maybe i can also just take in requests bc i wanna interact and improve my work 🥺🥺
Korean Traditional Mungbean Pancake (h.vc)
genre: fluffy
pairing: dad!vernon x reader
word count: 1k
summary: vernon’s child being daddy’s little girl ;;
author’s notes: posted separately!! take a look if you’re feeling bored LOL
MASTERLIST
Vernon’s smile never went away whenever he saw his daughter, Haneul. He sat in front of her crib cooing at his baby, wiggling his fingers in front of her face with a bright smile as she delightfully garbled at the moving object. Vernon felt his heart swell as her tiny hand wrapped around his pinky finger, a squeal emitting from Haneul in glee for catching his hand. There were two gummy smiles when you entered the room with a bowl of chopped up strawberries for Haneul.
“Haneul~ Do you want strawberries?” you say in a sing-song voice while taking a seat on the floor next to your husband. Vernon carefully took her out of the crib and placed her down next to him. Haneul took this opportunity to crawl around the living room area, Vernon watching her with a bright smile on his face.
Haneul was growing so quickly in front of your very eyes, she was already 10 months old and could crawl so fast you always had to keep an eye on her. You sometimes swore that she could teleport, finding her on the other side of the house when she was in the same room as you a few seconds before. Nonetheless, she was able to inherit Vernon’s curly hair, gummy smile, and hazel eyes which made her incredibly adorable.
“Haneul, I have strawberries for you,” you cooed at her. Haneul didn’t listen and continued crawling towards a ladybug plush laying on the floor. You and Vernon watched your child grab the ladybug and begin to babble at it, as if she was making conversation with the plushie. You tried calling for her one more time, “Haneul, mommy has strawberries for you~”
Haneul looked up at you this time but then returned back to her conversation with the ladybug. You sighed and started poking at the fruit in the bowl. Vernon grinned at your pouty behavior and put his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He quickly snatched some of the cubed strawberries and popped them into his mouth, a glare being sent his way for taking your daughter’s snacks. Vernon giggled and kissed the top of your head before calling out to your daughter.
“Pancake, mommy has some food for you~” he called out, receiving an immediate response from Haneul. She quickly abandoned the ladybug and began crawling over to the two of you, a gummy smile on her chubby face as she climbed onto her father’s lap, smushing her face into his chest in an attempt of a hug. Vernon’s giddy smile met your deadpan expression as he wrapped his arms around his child making sure she wouldn’t fall, “Pancake look, mommy has strawberries for you!” Vernon gently nudged Haneul to look at the bowl in your hands, an excited squeal eliciting from the baby as she began to grab for the fruit. The two of you watched your baby chew the soft fruit, wiping away the juice that stained her face with a washcloth you had brought with you.
You then turned to look at Vernon who was adoringly watching his daughter’s tiny hands wrap around the strawberry cubes. “You know, you should probably stop calling her ‘Pancake’ before she responds to that more than her real name,” you prodded, to which he snickered to.
“Well, you’re just jealous that you’re not the only Pancake in my life,” he teased you. You flushed and rolled your eyes remembering how “Pancake” was his pet name for you after messing around with him when the two of you were still dating. A harmless joke of you spamming a certain clip of Vernon’s younger self singing Han Bok-nam’s Bindaetteok Gentleman those many years ago soon became your contact name in his phone and the nickname that he would call you if he were in a teasing mood.
You scoffed, “I’m not jealous of my daughter, Hand Soap,” silently giggling at his face contort at the mention of the old nickname, “I just want Haneullie to pay attention to mommy too.”
As if she understood what you were said, Haneul looked up at you with her big hazel eyes before climbing onto your lap. As you held her, you gently wiped her mouth as she grabbed another strawberry cube and brought it up to your mouth. You smiled and allowed her to feed you the strawberry, her juice covered hands colliding with your face making Vernon laugh at your now messy face.
You wiped yourself and her hands afterwards, carrying her to the kitchen to wash her hands. Vernon finished the remaining strawberry cubes and set the bowl in the sink after the two of you put Haneul in her little play area.
“But you know,” you started as Vernon quietly washed the dishes, “I do miss you calling me ‘Pancake’ every now and then.” You looked up at your husband who had a sickening grin on his face screaming ‘I knew it’. You immediately flushed in embarrassment and turned away to continue drying the plate in your hand.
“Awe Pancake!” your child of a husband teasingly exclaimed as he rushed to finish washing the remaining dishes in the sink. It was not even a few minutes later when you felt his arms snake around your torso and his face coming close to yours from behind, “I’ll call you Pancake from now on if it makes you happy~” He blew a small puff of air into your ear before nuzzling into the crook of your neck, you could feel his teasing grin on your skin. You flushed and scoffed while placing the plate in the cabinet above you before turning around and burying your face into his chest.
“You’re so stupid Hand Soap,” you mumbled, loud enough for him to hear it, before looking up at him and planted a chaste kiss on his grinning lips.
A small garble from your baby could be heard snapping the two of you out of your loving gaze. Hand in hand, the two of you made your way back into the living room to go watch over your baby.
All was well in the Chwe household today too.
can i ask you a question?
"vernon, baby." you lightly whispered, trying to wake him up but not wanting to jolt him scared.
it's four in the morning, you have stuffed your brain with enough instagram reels to have sufficient understanding that this should not be the reason to wake up your boyfriend yet you just cannot stop wondering what vernon would say. he has his own insightful ways of expressing his . . feelings or well, answers.
you had laid your head on his arm, tossing and turning while he was peacefully sleeping. this made you feel slightly guilty on waking up vernon while he had a morning class within a few hours.
before you paused your action to stop shaking him and simply, ask him once he is awake in the actual morning, he had already been rubbing his eyes. "hey, yes. are you okay?" he said with his raspy voice that let you have a wider smile knowing this man, you were in the arms of, is completely utterly yours.
such realization caused you to forget the reason why you woke him up at the first place as he glanced at you, waiting for you. "hi baby," you pecked his lips once, twice and again not being able to resist his cute swollen face. "i was . . just missing you." you confessed, you did not lie about that.
you had been missing vernon since he had piled up assignments and refused to do it in your dorm as it will be less doing assignment and more doing each other, and he could not afford to retake courses if he does want to graduate this year.
"you woke me up . . to say you miss me?" he mumbled, pressing open-mouth kisses on your neck trailing down your shoulder. you bit your bottom lip to not choke a moan out for his pleasure. "do you want to go again?" he mumbled against your shoulder, his hand already dancing around your naked back, teasing his fingertips causing you to give a nervous chuckle.
you shook your head, not missing a single beat of that. "i love you but no." you laughed, slightly pushing him off from you, to lay on top of his chest where you heard his heart pacing. you closed your eyes hearing his heartbeat, feeling drowsy suddenly.
"don't go back sleeping after waking me up?" he argued, moving you to the side to spoon you from behind.
"well . . it's kind of your fault, your heartbeat feels safe." you mumbled softly, not opening your eyes.
you felt his body shake, you smiled giving yourself brownie points for making him laugh.
vernon have grown a home in you the moment he asked for your tote bag to rescue a cat from the edge of the balcony in your university. there was mixed love, concern and determination in his face that you had completely fallen in love with.
at that moment, he lightly creeped into your heart but you will not lie on how easy you made those threads in your heart to pull for him.
"vernon . ." you whispered, as you are not facing him, you felt the smooth pace of his heartbeat, he might fallen asleep, you wondered. in your surprise, he hummed softly.
he combed his fingers through your hair, moving it away to kiss your neck again. with each pecks, you felt the intensity of your heart pace back up again, clenching your hand. "you need to stop, i swear." you laughed, jokingly hitting him with your shoulder blades.
"well, you need to stop being attractive at the odd hours of the day." he fought back.
there was those witty remarks, and smile in his tone that gave you a warm feeling.
oh, oh to be in love like this.
"it's a hypothetical question, baby." you started, pulling his hand closer to your chest. vernon settled his leg over your body, enveloping your whole body.
"no, oh my god no, not those questions." he expressed, sighing out loud.
"what do you mean not those type of questions, did someone ask you before?" you narrowed your eyebrows, interrogating the man. vernon chuckled, "do you not know how popular these questions are?"
you shook your head. "do you know what i am about to ask you?"
he nodded, "of course i know."
you aggressively turned around, taking full offense on how simple and predictable he thought you were.
"no, you don't." you smiled sarcastically.
he returned the same grin back, raising his eyebrows "oh yes, i do."
"you are about to ask if i will still love you if you were a w-" he confessed only for you to cup his mouth to shut him up.
"wrong." you winked.
he was right, but you will not let him win.
"was i?" he mocked you, his words inaudible with your palm, his eyes danced around your face till it fell on your lips before kissing your palm.
"vernon, what the fuck." you screamed.
before you started fighting back, he pinned you down on the bed, caging you underneath him. there was a glimpse of mischievousness in his eyes and the cocky grin.
"oh god," you giggled, "i said no bestie."
within that, vernon attacked you with kisses pressed against your cheek, neck as it trailed down your naked cleavage.
you only throw fits of giggle along the way on how each breath of his hit your skin.
you are so, so in love with the man in your arms.
my, what pretty eyes you have.
vernon has the prettiest eyes, those types where you could get lost into and find no way out, however it looked the prettiest when he stared at you.
the sun painted itself lavender, pitching with pink clouds hovering as the colour reflected through the white satin curtain.
"you've got such pretty eyelashes, baby." you cupped his cheek softly whispering, also caressing his eyelashes in fascination. he smiled, that smile making his eyes disappear. it only swelled your heart, vernon is it for you, there simply was no other way to conclude on how your heart bled with his eyes shimmering brightly as he glanced up to you, his hands clearly wanting to hold you tight onto your waist.
there was hesitation in his moves, and his eyes that you have been growing to love a lot.
to assure him, you grabbed his hand that was still on the sofa to wrap around your waist. "i am allowing this only to you." you laughed lightly, he blinked frantically, as if error occurred in his mind.
before vernon could say anything, you pressed your lips against his. you felt his eyes shut, his eyelashes brushed yours. his hands moved onto your cheek, pushed himself forward, breathing deeply into the kiss.
your heart lit on fire, kept burning as he unexpectedly moaned onto the kiss. you grinded onto his lap again and again to feel the heat that has been pooling between your thighs.
vernon broke the kiss, you whined at the loss of contact from his lips. your eyes driven in lust, pulling him by the nape of his neck back to your lips.
he had one hand on your waist and another on your cheek. "i want you to keep kissing me. kiss me more. ." you mumbled, kissing his cheek, his jawline, his neck.
"i want you so bad, vernon."
SEVENTEEN
Seungcheol Jeonghan Joshua Junhui Soonyoung Wonwoo Jihoon Seokmin Mingyu Minghao Seungkwan Hansol Chan
Heartbreak Hotel | svt series
“Every single day is dreadfully boring when working at a hotel in the middle of nowhere. That is until an enigmatic guest arrives, seeking not a room nor directions, but to hear stories about your past relationships.”
Genre: anthology, romance, smut Status: on-going Pairing: SEVENTEEN Hip-hop Unit x Reader Warnings: mature themes Notes: 4 parts. Listening to Heartbreak Hotel by Tiffany Young. This is a work of fiction. I do not know them personally and do not claim they would ever behave like they were portrayed in this story.
1. Prologue 2k words.
2. Backburner (Kim Mingyu)
There is a rule of thumb for casual relationships: do not fall in love with the other. Yet with Mingyu, it felt easier to watch the world burn than to stop yourself from falling for him.
3. Take a Chance with Me (Jeon Wonwoo)
You could not believe that no one ever told you how frustrating (and beautiful) it was to be hopelessly captivated by a boy who thinks love is overrated.
Did You Like Her in the Morning? (Chwe Vernon)
How do you move on from the man you thought you'd marry? You can't. As you navigate the bittersweet memories of your shared dreams, you are forced to grapple with the harsh reality that Vernon has found someone new.
Plot Twist (Choi Seungcheol)
A chance encounter blossoms into a whirlwind connection when you become enchanted by the enigmatic stranger—Choi Seungcheol. As the evening unfolds, one question lingers: could he be the unexpected plot twist that changes your story forever?
how svt sleeps with their s/o
contains: gn!reader, fluff
a/n: my horny juices ran out and i’ve been feeling shitty so here’s a comfort piece😁
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seungcheol: will 100% choke you to death w his iron grip. you are his living teddy bear and you’re not getting away from him any time soon.
jeonghan: gets so close to you, you’re afraid you guys are gonna morph together like the power rangers. expects the same energy from you or he’ll be #offended.
joshua: very simple man, likes to hold you and be held. will go !!! if he can’t feel you in the middle of the night just to realise you went to the toilet.
jun: doesn’t react when you sleep closely to him so you go ??? and decide to sleep on your side but then he just picks you up and lays you on him. a blanket. you are a blanket to him.
hoshi: holds onto one of your arms and places his head on your shoulder. very peaceful sleeper, doesn’t move much and doesn’t wake up easily.
wonwoo: not super physical but needs to know you’re there so there will always be an arm or leg of his entangled with yours. also likes to place his head on your chest.
woozi: this might be out of character for him but he likes sleeping close to you. close enough that he can feel your presence but far enough that your bodies don’t touch. the proximity puts him at ease.
dokyeom: an actually fucking koala. every limb of his body is somehow wrapped around your body and his face rests in the crook of your neck. while hold you tighter if you don’t hold him back so please do if you don’t wanna die young😢
mingyu: sleeps on top you. there’s no way to sugar coat this.
minghao: he strikes me as “i sleep on my side and you sleep on your side” kinda guy so no cuddles during sleepy time w him :(
seungkwan: there is not one position in the world that could satisfy him so he’ll change positions a bunch of times before falling asleep and even unconsciously, when he’s asleep. all of those positions involve somehow being in your arms of course.
vernon: we’ve literally all seen how he sleeps on his back so if you want to hold him in your sleep, you’re gonna have to sleep on top of him. he doesn’t mind at all and will throw an arm across your back to reciprocate the affection.
dino: is the big spoon, will turn you right around if you even move an inch. unless you’re physically stronger than him, i think you’re gonna have to sit this one out chief :/
why is the thought of vernon using the pet name “babe” making me blush👎
Something to Believe In: Prologue Part One
Pairing: n/a, this section will just be a backstory for newsie!reader.
Prompt: Newsies inspired Seventeen fic
Warnings: Implications of child labor and unsafe/unfair working conditions. All is safe during the time of the fic though.
Release Date: August 30, 2024
Summary:
It’s 1899 after the infamous Newsboys’ Strike in which Newsies of New York City successfully negotiated fair prices of newspapers. Tensions have finally ceased between the higher ups of the newspaper company, The New York World, and the lower employees, the Newsies, who work for them selling newspapers all across the city. You’re the leader of a smaller newspaper printing company based in Gramercy selling newspapers for the Gramercy Gazette. You love your job there but since the big strike, smaller newspaper companies are combining with bigger ones like The New York World, and you fear you might have to change neighborhoods soon. Still, you continue to lead your group of newsies and do the best to protect them out on the streets of New York City.
Prologue Part One: Another Day Carryin' the Banner
You woke up on your cot to the sound of distant church bells chiming. Being a light sleeper, you always woke up to the first church bells of the day. The sun had barely started to show its bright rays for the day but a bluish hue lit up the room. As your eyes adjusted, you could see everyone else sleeping in the close quarters you all shared. Next to you were three of your closest friends, all cuddled up in a singular bed meant to fit only one of them. No matter how uncomfortable it got, they refused to sleep anywhere else, loving the comfort that closeness offered them. A little further away, sleeping atop some blankets set atop the hard wooden floor, were some of the newer folks who joined us right after the big strike in hopes of a place with better working conditions than the factories from which they came. Against the wall, you spotted the youngest of your group, snoring loudly. She was cute as a button, only 6 years old, but was a natural at sellin’ papes. Whether they’d been there as long as you, or had just started yesterday, you considered all of them your family. You considered all Newsies to be your family but these ones was special. You’d never had anyone else to call family for as long as you could remember so you considered the Newsies yours. You didn’t care who they were or where they came from. You were just there to sell papes and be there for them. Help ‘em out whenever they need it. And stand up for them if necessary.
You sat up on your cot, dangling your feet off so they touched the floor, and stretched your arms up to the ceiling. Another day of work and everyone was counting on you to wake them up.
“Alright Newsies, let’s go! Another day, another dollar! Winks! Peggy! Laces! I know you three bums want an extra 5 minutes of sleep but not today!” you called out to all your Newsies. “Gramercy is gonna be awake soon so we better get a move on!”
You always made sure to keep your neck of the woods on a tight schedule. That way you could always be on time to pick up your papes as soon as they were released from the Gramercy Gazette, or the GG as you called it, and you could beat the other boroughs to the streets to make your coin. As long as you kept to a schedule and made sure that the GG was making plenty of money to stay in business, you could ensure you are being the best leader of the Gramercy Newsies that you could possibly be. You’d worked your way up in the ranks since you started with the GG and you’d finally made it to the top… the top of the Newsie ranks, that is. But you were happy with that… for now.
Everyone started getting up and going about their morning routines, some bathing in tin wash basins, others shaving their faces, others braiding their hair up and out of their faces. You made your way out to the fire escape where you’d hung your clothes to dry the day before and grabbed a pair of trousers and a shirt. You put them on and then laced up your boots and put on your cap, backwards like you always wore it. After a little while longer, everyone else was ready to go too, and you led them all downstairs to the printing facilities to buy the day’s papes.
Another day carryin’ the banner. With the big election coming up, you expected the papes to be full of political news stories- a topic that was thankfully more appealing than the trolley strike from a few weeks back. You quickly scanned the front of the paper and confirmed that it was some news story about a local politician trying to make his way up in the ranks and instructed everyone else to buy extra papes for the day, knowing they’d sell them easily. You’d begged one of the other newsies to teach you to read and write when you were younger- skills that most newsies did not possess- thinking that it might help you in the future. Evidently, that was a smart move. Now as their leader, you could advise the other newsies on how many papes they should buy, depending on the story on the front page. Even after the strike, knowing the GG would buy the papes back that weren’t sold, it was more of a convenience thing than anything, especially for those who were younger.
You stepped up to the newspaper distribution window first and were faced with Mr. Dimer, a kind, older gentleman who sold you your newspapers every day.
“Right on time, y/n,” he grinned. “I can always count on you for that.”
“I’d never be late for you, Mr. Dimer,” you smirked.
“And you can always count on me to make sure you all start your day on a full stomach,” he said, pulling out a basket of apples from behind the counter and setting them in front of you. “Pass these out, kid.”
“Mr. Dimer, you really didn’t have to…” you say, though you knew the old man would always buy you and the other newsies whatever you needed.
“Take them, I insist!” he told you with a smile.
“Thank you,” you said, nodding your head and taking the basket. You instructed the other newsies to start handing them out while you fished in your pocket for some coins. You set a few on the counter, “I’ll take five stacks please.”
He took the coins and gave you five bundles of newspapers but you noticed a sad look in his eyes. Your eyebrows furrowed.
“What’s the matter, eh?” you asked him quietly, leaning in so that the others couldn’t hear you.
“I’m not supposed to say anything, but you know I love you kids. I just can’t keep anything from you,” he told you.
“What’s the problem? Whatever it is, we can fix it. It’ll be fine,” I assured us both.
“I’m sure you heard about it by now, kid, but since the strike, tons of newspaper companies are getting taken over by The New York World and-”
“What are you saying? Gramercy’s getting taken over by them too? We’ll still be okay though, right?”
“I’m afraid this would mean the end of the Gramercy Gazette,” he told you solemnly.
“What…?” was all that came out. Your mind became overloaded with concern. “What does that mean for us?”
“Well, on the bright side, you kids will have it easy. You just need to get a job in a different borough. Say, I know a couple a guys in Brooklyn! We could help set ya up there in no time,” Mr. Dimer suggested.
“I don’t wanna go to Brooklyn, I wanna stay here,” you told him, sternly.
“You can stay here but you’ll be out of work with the GG. Your best bet is to get on the good side of the leader of a different borough and try to get everyone to transfer with you,” he sighed. “I’m so sorry, kid. I know how much this job means to you.”
You sighed, thinking of how hard you had all worked for the GG. Surely this couldn’t be the fault of you and your newsies. You and the others worked so hard and you were certain you did well at your job. This had to be a problem with the higher ups.
“How long do we have left here? How long until Gramercy is shut down?” you asked.
Mr. Dimer, look away from you, not wanting to meet your gaze, “You have until the end of this week.”
Author's Note:
If you made it this far, I want to thank you!! I'm going to be completely honest, this part will probably be the most boring of all of them but I needed to set the story up somehow for my own sanity lol. I gotta get my ducks in a row when I'm writing ya know? Anyway, I will hopefully update soon so I hope you stick around or maybe you would rather come back in a little while after the fic is complete. It's all the same to me. Thanks again and I'll talk to you in the next one! :)