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wheeboo · 14 days

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laundry day | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which it's laundry day and you're in a bit of an embarrassing predicament. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader (however, sorta implied that reader is more leaning toward fem) GENRE. fluff, humour?, best friends/roommates to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, vernon is checking reader out lowkey, reader embarrassingly wears hello kitty underwear i don't make the rules, ik vernon is mainly chill but in this they bicker <3, this was very stupid n silly lmfao WORD COUNT. 1.6k

requested from @weird-bookworm: lemme be annoying already— noni + #16 and #59 from list 1!! - #16: "You hugged me like your personal pillow." - #59: "Laundry day doesn’t mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, I’ll make an exception."

notes: i'm never good with writing humour but i thought of this stupid scenario and idk how i feel BYEE (cuz ur girl lowkey struggled on figuring out how to put #59 in the story lmao) tysm for submitting this in sky <3 and ty @bananabubble for reading it over for me!

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You are so stupid.

So fucking stupid.

How could you let yourself get carried away in loading all your laundry that you forgot to save a pair of pants to wear in the meantime?

You replay everything in your head: your overflowing, neglected laundry basket, the utter satisfaction you felt after loading it... right up until the moment you realised every single pair of pants you own was now basically swimming around in a goddamn whirlpool, and now you're left sporting nothing but your underwear and a shirt that didn't offer much coverage than expected.

You let out an annoyed groan, burying your face into your hands and mentally slapping yourself in the face. The chill of your room sends a trail of goosebumps running up the exposed skin of your legs. There really was nothing you could do but wait for your laundry to finish.

Then your head shoots back up, and maybe your bedroom lights up a bit brighter at your metaphorical lightbulb moment, because you think of Vernon. He's the only other option you have.

Tip-toeing up to your closed door, a bit of hesitancy gnaws at you for being so dumb, before you yell out, "Vernon!"

He's probably in the living room right now𑁋you can overhear the faint music of the record player the two of you snagged at this vintage thrift store the other week. A very good and lucky find, nonetheless.

Taking another (and maybe regrettable) deep breath, you call out again, a little louder this time. "Vernon! Can you hear me?"

The music seems to dip down slightly, and after a moment, the record stops spinning, replaced by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. You brace yourself for the door to swing open to reveal the embarrassing state you're in right now, but it doesn't.

Instead, you hear Vernon's voice respond to you through the door, "Yeah?"

"Uh..." You bite your lip because you can't believe you're about to ask this. "Do you have, um... a pair of pants or shorts I can borrow? I'll give it back to you tomorrow."

For a moment you think he didn't hear you because it's completely silent on the other side of the door, and it does absolutely nothing at calming down your racing heart. You see, you probably should be fine with walking around in your underwear with Vernon because he's your best friend and roommate and he definitely would not judge at all, but it's simply not that simple𑁋

"Did you, like, spill Monster on yourself again?" Vernon asks casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world that you would do (it's happened one too many times).

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean𑁋look, just fetch me a pair and I'll bring it back to you later?"

"Uh, yeah, about that..." He pauses. "I'm wearing my only pair right now since you loaded yours first."

You really should've considered that being best friends with Vernon meant collectively sharing the brain cell of procrastinating when it comes to doing your laundry. Great, just absolutely fantastic. This was very much how you wanted your day to go. Perhaps this is why you're best friends, after all.

"Well, shit," You murmur, more to yourself but Vernon hears it anyway.

"Look, I'm sure it's not that bad, right?" Does he seriously still think you spilled Monster on yourself? "You could probably just𑁋"

You can hardly act by the time the doorknob twists and Vernon peeks his head around the door. But the second he catches sight of you, his eyes flicker over you, before he quickly averts his gaze to the Radiohead poster on your wall. Was it the lighting in your room that's making his face look pink?

You stand there awkwardly, suddenly feeling so exposed in front of him as if some sort of gigantic spotlight was shining down on you. It's not like you haven't been half-naked around each other before, but this feels different... somehow. You don't know why, or maybe you don't want to know.

A cough erupts from Vernon, breaking the sudden silence.

"Oh, wow, um..." He toys with the black hoodie around his head. "I didn't look. I swear."

His eyes dart everywhere except back to you, lingering on the Radiohead poster, the slightly askew picture frame on your desk, just anywhere but you. You don’t know whether to feel relieved or embarrassed.

"Ugh, I'm so stupid." You run a frustrated hand through your hair. "And I have this meeting for work in an hour and I know the laundry won't be done by then. I'm actually screwed."

Vernon thinks for a minute. "You can't like... virtually attend the meeting?

"No."

"Or it can't be postponed?"

"Nope."

"What if I file you as a missing person to the police?"

"You're seriously no help, dude," You say, giving him a light shove to the shoulder, but it's hard to suppress the curve to your lips and the small chuckle that leaves your mouth when you see him fall back dramatically.

Vernon snorts lightly. "Well, it's probably better than showing up to work in your Hello Kitty underwear𑁋"

"You said you didn't look, you idiot!" You exclaim furiously, and Vernon literally does not see the way a pillow practically spawns in your grasp and flinging toward him before he can even react. The pillow hits him square in the chest, causing him to stumble backward with a surprised yelp. "Oh my god, just report me missing at this point."

Vernon just laughs as he catches his breath to stand back up, grabbing the pillow up the floor and lifting it up like a shield as if to defend himself from you. Your face is burning brighter than the lava lamp glowing on your bedside table.

"This is so embarrassing," You mutter sheepishly, wanting to unleash another defeated groan again. "I can't believe I'm this stupid to forget to..."

"You're cute."

"...and then I'm probably going to get fired𑁋what?"

Vernon tosses the pillow back onto your bed and clears his throat.

"I said you're really dumb."

That is not what he said.

For a second, the disastrous situation seems to lighten up just a little bit, and your heart is doing some intense, unrhythmic tap dance against your ribs. You heard exactly what he said𑁋that he called you cute in this ungodly predicament𑁋and now he's trying to brush it off?

Vernon cracks a teasing, boyish smile. "And stupid, yeah. You're not wrong about that."

You open your mouth to retort, but the words get caught in your throat, almost like a choked sound coming out instead. So you point an interrogative finger and step closer to him (and yes, still in your underwear), eyebrows furrowing together.

"You called me cute," You state, all firm and serious now.

Vernon's playful look falters slightly, expression shifting to something a bit more guarded now. He rubs a hand at the back of his neck, that nervous habit you've always found sort of endearing throughout time. Perhaps there's a bit more meaning to it now.

The few moments of silence that follow is absolutely suffocating. You can't even tell if time is passing by quicker or slower as the two of you stand there, shifting this uncomfortable weight between both of your feet.

"Yeah," Vernon says simply, quietly. "I did."

You nearly want to laugh for some reason, but you can feel the nerves tickle up your spine. "I'm standing here in fucking Hello Kitty underwear and you think I'm cute?"

You can visibly see the way the lump in his throat tightens as he swallows, his eyes flickering uncertainly between you and the floor.

"Look you just... You caught me off-guard. Like... laundry day doesn't mean walking around in your underwear and all that," Vernon explains, in a tone like he's trying to reason with you. "but for you, I'll make an exception because𑁋"

"𑁋because I'm cute?"

"Because you're so stupidly cute from freaking out when I could just go to the store right now and buy you a pair of pants to wear." Then he sucks in a breath. "And yeah, the Hello Kitty underwear is cute, I guess."

You feign a shocked, traitorous look to your face. "You guess?! It's Hello Kitty, man."

"Dude, do you want me to snatch you some pants to wear or not? Because I'm deadass about the missing persons report," Vernon asks, half-annoyed yet somewhat half-amused. The twitch to his lips doesn't go unnoticed. And the voice of him calling you cute just minutes earlier also doesn't go unheard of too.

You wear a cringy, exaggerated pout to your lips. "Please."

Vernon's face contorts in slight disgust at that. "Please don't do that eve𑁋I'm leaving." And before you can say anything, he's turning around and leaving your room.

You hear the clinking of keys, assuming that Vernon is getting ready to leave to presumably retrieve you a pair of pants to wear for the day. You step up to your doorway to peek into the living room.

"Hey, I owe you!" You holler out to him. "Let me know how much it costs and I'll pay you back."

"No need," Vernon calls back over his shoulder.

"Come on, I'll feel bad," You insist, leaning against the doorframe. "I'll do anything, I swear."

Now that seems to intrigue him, and you watch the way Vernon slowly turns back to you, and maybe you're starting to regret ever saying that to him.

"Okay," he says lightly. "We're watching a movie tonight."

"A movie? What are we..." Then your eyes widen in realisation. "We are not watching Shrek again. I'll end up falling asleep on you because we've rewatched too much."

Vernon just shrugs. "Yeah, like last time. You hugged me like your personal pillow, remember?"

"I..." You stop yourself from responding immediately, feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks at the memory. "Fine, whatever. If I fall asleep again, you can just wake me up this time."

A low, thoughtful hum runs out of Vernon's mouth. "I mean, I really don't mind if you fall asleep, you know. If you're tired and stuff."

You blink up at him dazedly. "Really?"

"Yeah," he answers, and the corners of his lips lift up ever so slightly. "You're cute when you fall asleep on me, anyway."

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waldau · 3 months

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crescendo — chwe hansol | 1,042 words | fluff

boinon! chwe! hansol! back on my marriage agenda because it's ME. song taken from vernon's playlist from weverse magazine. also i'm a firm believer that vernon is the kind of guy who looks at two of anything and just goes "us." please enjoy me simping for him.

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

you notice vernon's not sleeping anymore.

he's looking up at you from where his head is resting on your chest. he always does this thing where his gaze is focused on you till you acknowledge it, whether it's by asking him what's up, or blushing at how intense it is.

this time, though, you don't do anything to shake the moment. so it's just you looking down into his eyes that are looking back at you, and it's not the first time you've paused to admire his eyes.

before vernon, you didn't really understand how you could be lost in someone's eyes. but his eyes? hazel brown, shining when they catch the light just right, a hundred thoughts running through them. streaks of light you wish you could decode.

there's a soft love song playing in your ears while your hands rest on his chest, tracing the shapes of the stars on his shirt. he manages to look good even when he's upside down, somehow.

soft. vernon would shake his head if you said that to him out loud, but he wouldn't deny it. not anymore. he likes when you call him nicknames. he likes when you call him, even. content to listen to your self-professed rambling about whatever's on your mind.

just like you're content to listen to him ask you ridiculous questions out of the blue. ridiculous to anyone who doesn't know him.

"do you believe we're made of the same stuff stars are made of?"

you'd blinked out of the show you'd been watching. "i...yeah? technically? hydrogen and all."

"does that mean we found each other all those years ago? and not just now?"

vernon has a way with words, really. he doesn't downplay it, but that's because you don't let him know how much it affects you in the first place. you could be talking about two seeds in a segment of tangerine and he'd say it was the both of you. two moths flying around a lamp? you.

and then there's times you think his humour couldn't get any worse.

"hey, you dropped something."

you'd looked around to find nothing out of place. "what?"

"my jaw."

suffice to say, vernon didn't get a single kiss from you for the next few hours.

(of course, you'd had to make it up to him with a ton of kisses and cuddles later on.)

right now, he's still looking at you, and the song has changed. you don't know the name of it, having picked it from the playlist vernon made for you, that he keeps adding to.

i hope you like this, he'd said shyly, when he'd sent you the link to it.

it's not surprising that you've liked almost every song you've heard so far. of course, there's a few that don't match your vibe, but when you close your eyes and think of vernon enjoying the song, lost in his own world, it makes you like them a little more.

back to the present. your fingers are tapping along to the rhythm of the song, something about love and self-doubt, upbeat yet heart-wrenching with a guitar riff that's so painfully vernon that you have to lean down and kiss his head.

vernon grabs your fingers where they're dancing on his chest and presses a kiss to your thumb. then your index finger. then the rest of your fingers. and then your palm.

you stop the song, amused at how affectionate he's being.

"what's up?" you ask, taking off your earphones.

he shakes his head. you push at his shoulder lightly.

"keep listening to your song."

you frown. "am i ignoring you?"

vernon sighs. "not at all. it's just...you'll stop doing it if i point it out."

"stop doing what?"

he takes your hand and places it on his chest, trapping it in place with his own. "you do this...thing. you tap out a song on me when we're not listening to it together. and then i try to guess what you're listening to. and i almost always get it wrong. it's...silly."

your heart feels too big for your chest. "vern? have i ever told you how much i love you?"

he shuts his eyes, a smile on his face. "yeah. 'course you have. love you, too."

squeezing his hand that's holding yours, you resume playing the song. he lets go of your hand so you can continue tapping out the beats.

"can you guess what it was?" you ask, once the song ends.

"hm. kinda fast paced, and there's only a few of those on there. breaking the law?"

"nope."

"rock with you?"

you shake your head. "did you really add one of your own songs on there?"

"hey, we make good music, too."

"never denied that."

vernon shrugs. "i don't know."

"marry me."

vernon freezes noticeably under your hand, before pushing it away and sitting up, staring at you.

it's just you and him and the silence in the room. his eyes have you trapped in place, unable to look elsewhere.

"by ellegarden!" you blurt out, suddenly realizing how your words could be misconstrued. "it's..." you scroll through the playlist. "the first song you ever put in there."

"oh," is all he says, but he's blushing. he's blushing. you made your famously stoic boyfriend blush.

"vernon? did you think i..."

"...maybe?"

you let out a small laugh at that. "do you really think...have you ever thought about getting...y'know?

"married?" he asks, smirking. "you shouldn't ask me about it if you're so shy."

"i didn't—!" it's a losing battle. of course you've thought about it, and of course you're shy about it. spending the rest of your life with the person who means the most to you sounds like a dream, and you're living in it right now. halfway there.

"if it's any consolation," vernon says, slotting his fingers with yours, "i've thought about it."

"and?"

"i like it."

it's nearing six in the evening. vernon has his head on your chest again, listening to a song with you this time. you're going to have to listen to it again, the way your brain is clouded by thoughts of him and you.

it can't get better than this.

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wonuumelody · 9 days

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“ Boyfriend serie ” ; Vernon as your bf

pairing: seventeen vernon x fem!reader genre: fluff, bf thoughts warning(s): use of pet name

Have matching bracelets with you (like this for example)

Very private boyfriend

he made you meet his friends 2 years after you started dating

Not really secretive, they knew he was dating someone,

Not ashamed to say he have a gf, he just don't show pictures or anything

You are his treasure

Always talk about you to his sister

"look at her! She was wearing my shirt and she looked so good with that, isn't she so pretty?"

Your biggest fan

Absolutely love making you laugh

Also love when you make him laugh

He'll always (most of the time) be laughing out loud at your jokes (at his own too...)

Love sending you memes and messages with tons of emojis

Send you tiktok too, where he always say stuff like "we have to do it" even tho he know you'll never be doing anything

He love listening to what you listen.

You have his phone code so in the car, when he is driving you can change the music

He has absolutely nothing to hide so

Never know how to pose when you want to take a picture with him so he usually doesn't pose or put his hands on your shoulder with a smile on his face

Completely adore when you send him random selfies of you

Save them every time in his gallery, he even have an album with pictures of you in it

The selfies he send you on

There is something about you wearing sundresses that just make him go crazy

On his media, he would post faceless pictures of you like this

Buy you a lot of plushies because he knows how much you like them :((

Every time he is on tour or far away from you he would buy you some small gifts

Calls you "babe" everytime

"babe have you seen my phone charger?" "babe do you have gums?" "i like your dress babe"

He even called you "girl" once, you laughed so loud after

He love when you make gifts for him, always keep them in his room and check on them often with a soft smile on his lips

He makes you call him "nonie" or "babe"

Sooo stressed when you call him Hansol

Your partner in crime

You love to watch series together, your ritual is pizza - pyjama - Netflix

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gyu-effect · 4 months

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Hiii, I’m not sure if your requests are still open, but, if they are, could I request Vernon with a reader who’s getting their master’s (library sciences if you need a specific program 🫣) & they’re one semester away from graduation and just stressed and very tired? (It’s me, I’m reader)

PAIRING || Vernon x Female Reader

GENRES || Fluff

WARNINGS || none

WORD COUNT || 0.5k

A/N || thank you so much for requesting! i'm so sorry this took me so much time TT all the best for your degree! ik its very stressing but pls don't forget to take breaks and drink of plenty of water!

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[11:32]

“baby?” vernon called, as he stepped into your both’s shared apartment. but you didn’t respond to him, causing him to frown, because he could see the lights of your bedroom switched on, indicating that you were awake.

he peeped into the bedroom and was met with the sight of you sitting in front of your study table, your head lying on the table with countless books open around you.

vernon found himself chuckling at this, his heart squeezing a bit as he took in your appearance. he knew you had been working extra hard for the past few days, especially because you were near your graduation and you looked really pretty right now, looking calm for the first time in days. but he could also see the dark circles under your eyes, indicating the amount of stress you were under and it pained him to see you like that.

then as quietly as he could, he walked up to you and gently patted your back. “y/n? baby?”

you muttered something in your sleep and vernon stroked your cheek instead this time. “y/n? can you get up, baby? you’re going to hurt your neck if you sleep this way.”

slowly, your eyes fluttered open, staring at him in confusion as you tried taking in your surroundings. vernon had always found this habit of yours very endearing and this time was the same, a smile threatening to pull at the corner of his lips.

“baby? how about you go lie down on the bed for some time?”

“what’s the time?” you muttered, closing your eyes again. vernon glanced at the wall clock once before answering, “it’s 6:30 in the evening-”

“what?” you shot up from your desk, hands scrambling around your books. “oh no, oh no. i slept too much. i need to-”

“baby.” vernon said, placing a firm hand on your shoulder. you paused what you were doing to glance at him, eyes still hazy due to the confusion. “you need to rest. that’s what you need.”

even before he had completed speaking you had begun shaking your head in negative, going back to your books. “no, no, no. i need to finish this assignment by today-”

“y/n.” he said again, this time gently pulling you out of your chair. to his surprise you obliged, though there was some hesitance in your face. slowly, he walked you over to the kitchen and then handed you a glass of water. “you really need some rest. you’ve been working too hard.”

quietly, you took a sip of water. “i know. but my exams are around the corner! and graduation is just a semester away. i cannot afford to slip up now, you know.”

vernon placed the now empty glass in the sink, before pulling you into a hug. “babe, you’ve been doing so well all this time, there’s no way you can slip up just by resting for a while, okay? besides, if your health gets ruined, then you have a chance of falling back.”

you buried your head into the crook of his neck and he began rubbing soft circles on your back. he felt you relax into his touch before humming, “maybe you’re right…”

“i am right. you’re definitely going to get that masters in library sciences in flying colours, babe. now did you have your lunch at least?”

you looked up to smile at him sheepishly, and vernon placed a kiss on your forehead. “shall we order from your favourite place then?”

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bluewhitehues · 1 month

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Oneshot | Texts with bf vernon

Boyfriend vernon × fem reader

Genre: humour,funny,texts,fluff

You: Broo

Babeee😚🫠: sigh...another day of my girlfriend calling me bro 👍

You: you dramaqueen.. you literally call me *bro dude man* all the time, but also in between us i feel it's very romantic 😚💋

Babeee😚🫠: ok bro wassup

You: I miss you 🥺🥺

Babeee😚🫠: want me to send you a selfie? I miss you too btw

You: Nah I don't want to see your blank ass face in a selfie..come home it's better

Babeee😚🫠: Dude??? Ouch or whatever you're never getting a selfie from me again don't even ask for it ever😑

You: baby 😭😭I was joking your selfies are so adorable just like you..I just meant I wanna see you in person I miss you so bad just come home I need to see your pretty face🥺🥺

Babeee😚🫠: nah idk now I was just about to sit in the car now imma go back 💔💔

You: NOOOO PLEASE😭

Babeee😚🫠: ok open the door

You: wtf? You serious?

Babeee😚🫠: hehe no I was kidding, be there in 30 ✌️ couldn't help I missed your stupid pretty face too 🫶

You: 🖕🖕you just added that 'pretty' so you wouldn't get in trouble

Babeee😚🫠: please as if I'd ever call your face stupid ..your face is pretty Babe..(it's you who's stupid❤️) Face card, face bank, face economy my y/nnnnn❤️

You: oh you're so asking for it, just wait as soon as you step in the house I'm gonna kill you (with the tightest hug ever😭)

Babeee😚🫠: can't waittt ..love you ❤️

He laughs and gets off the car to get you your favourite food.

After arriving home, you keep your promise to give him the tightest hug,while he's also hugging you back with the same intensity..his laugh vibrates from his chest to your ears and now finally you feel home after seeing him laughing in your arms.

You pull back taking his face in your eyes.

You look up pouting at him,"You called me stupid"

He smiles softly looking down at you,"No I didn't I know how smart my baby is" He says holding your chin in his fingers nudging it a little.

You loop your arms in his neck and he leans down to peck your lips a few times and then pulling you in a proper kiss.

End.

A/n : trying to lighten my mood with this one and like who's better than vernon to make you laugh💘

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wooahaes · 1 year

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29. “i want a hug.” “then come get it.” and 42. you’re crushing me…” “you love it.” with vernon,,,, my heart is already gushing at the thought of it 😭

touch starved

pairing: non-idol!vernon x gn!reader

prompt: 29 + 42 from these prompts

word count: 0.5k~

warnings: touch starved reader. usage of the phrase ‘skin hunger’ since that’s what i call it sometimes tbh. no proofreading, intentional lowercase.

daisy’s notes: do you ever get So touch starved that ur like. i need someone to hold me for like five seconds or ill combust. thats it thats the ‘skin hunger’ feeling.

the moment your apartment door opened with that familiar chime from being unlocked, you perked up.

vernon had gone on a week-long trip with his friends, and you were honestly feeling his absence halfway through the week. and vernon, who you’d argue knew you better than a lot of people, could see it from the moment he saw your face. you’d been sulking, a pillow hugged tight to your chest as you watched whatever you could find on streaming services that seemed even mildly interesting.

“you okay?”

the loud groan you let out had amused him a little, played up a smidge just to hear him lightly laugh.

“you wanna talk about it?”

you turned onto your side, arms winding a little tighter around your pillow as you watched vernon as he started to slip out of his shoes and into his house slippers. “my friends canceled our plans and we couldn’t reschedule anytime this week,” you pouted. “and now i’m just... skin hungry.”

he looked up. “did something bad happen?”

you shook your head. “people were busy,” you said. “it’s not a big deal. i just kinda wanted to, y’know... get hugs. hold hands with my friends.”

“well... i’m here,” he took a step forward.

that made you smile a little. “nonnie?” you sat up. “i want a hug.”

he dropped his bag beside him, smiling widely at you as he opened his arms. “then come get it.”

you threw the throw pillow aside, immediately booking it to vernon. launching yourself into his arms, you wrapped your arms around him tightly as he laughed a laugh so full of love. vernon wrapped his arms around you, hugging you as tight as he could (a norm in vernon hugs, especially if the two of you have to spend any time apart) before he began pressing kisses all over your face.

“nonnie, you’re crushing me!”

he laughed again, “you love it.”

(and you did, but he didn’t to say it. the pains of having an impossibly cute boyfriend like vernon.)

when he finally let you go, it was to pick up his bag. “i’m gonna unpack, but i’ll be back in a minute to cuddle. alright? i missed you.”

you giggled, stepping away to return to the couch. “okay,” you hummed, “don’t take too long.”

you watched vernon leave before turning back to your phone, abandoned on the coffee table for so long. you’d barely unlocked it with the intent of checking social media when he returned, throwing himself into the space next to you. he paused just long enough to watch you before reaching out, starting to pull you in. you folded yourself into his arms, and vernon buried his face in your neck--pecking a tiny kiss against your skin.

“i’ll do it later,” he mumbled.

“bad trip?”

“trip was great,” he wrapped his arms around you a little more. “just need to hold you for a bit.”

“ah. skin hunger,” you nodded solemnly.

he smiled against your skin. “yeah,” he snuggled in further. "whatever you wanna call it.”

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tenswrld · 2 years

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...jeans?

vernon x reader, fluff drabble

summary: vernon tries to help you decide what to wear

a/n: this is based off of that one vernon fancall where op asks about dress code and vernon does not know wtf to say it makes me laugh i love vernon i lowkey hate this but idgaf

also i have lots of drafts i am so sorry i will try to finish them

a small smile grew onto your face as an excited vernon stepped into the room, his eyes bright and his smile wide.

“you should go get changed,” he said while pointing at you.

confused, you tilted your head and closed the book that you were reading. “what for?”

he walked towards you and grabbed your hands to pull you up, guiding you towards your shared wardrobe. “i am taking you on a date!”

“are you now?” you teased, despite the fact that a warm blush was heating up your cheeks.

“yes, now hurry.” his hands fell from your shoulders as you stood in front of your closet, browsing your clothing options.

“what are we doing for this spontaneous date?”

“that,” he paused to give you a small kiss on the cheek, making you laugh softly. “is a secret.”

“wait, but what should i wear? something fancy? casual?” you asked him, turning around to face him.

vernon’s face fell blank as he stared at you, clearly unsure of what to say. “uh...just wear whatever you feel like wearing.”

“okay, but i don’t want to overdress or anything. can you at least give me an idea of what i should wear?” you asked again, chuckling at his confused expression.

“something...cute? you look cute in everything, babe, so just choose anything,” he said with a small smile, though he still gave you nothing.

you frowned at him, sighing. “i really appreciate the compliment, babe, but i need actual advice. you don’t have to tell me what we’re doing just...think of what you would ideally wear for this activity.”

you stared at your boyfriend in silence for a few seconds before breaking out into small laughs as he focused on the ground, eyebrows furrowed, head shaking and shoulders shrugging. he flailed his hands around and looked up at you, still looking unsure and confused.

“hm, i don’t know...jeans?” he smiled at you dumbly after that, watching fondly as you laughed at his antics.

“you’re too cute, it kills me,” you cooed, brushing a piece of hair out of his eyes. “alright, then. jeans it is.”

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kwannies-boo · 1 year

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The Trees Know

Pairing: non-idol!Vernon x gn!Reader

Genre: Fluff (calm fluff, if that’s a thing)

WC: 714

Warnings: Reader is able-bodied enough to go for a walk. Otherwise, none! Y'all are just on a lil contemplative walk.

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You and Vernon drove to an older neighborhood nearby – one where the houses were all different styles, and the trees were thick, sturdy, and tall. Parking the car, you got out and grabbed your headphones. “Ready?” Vernon asked you, adjusting his own headphones for the best fit. You nodded, choosing what felt like the perfect playlist for this early evening walk.

Neither of you could remember who had the idea for these walks first. Vernon claimed it was you, urging him to pull over next to a park one day during golden hour, but you maintained it was him, getting lost in his own thoughts on a regular walk and discovering how nice it was. Either way, it’s become a ritual you both enjoy. A few times a week you take walks together with no pressure to talk, just enjoying the fresh air, the scenery, and your own thoughts. The only goal you both agreed on was to notice something new, even in neighborhoods you knew like the back of your hand.

Today, you found yourself looking up at the treetops.

Some days you focused on your feet, noticing the ways nature tried to overtake the sidewalk or the way it was kept in line. Other times, your attention was on the buildings you passed by – every home, apartment building, and business telling a story with its architecture and wear and tear. Here, though, the trees were bigger and older than most places in the city. The blue of the sky was a stark contrast to the limbs and leaves, which were fresh and green with spring life. Some rose straight and tall, their trunks bare until halfway up or higher, while others were broad and leafy. A few, you could see, had fought with power lines, and their branches were gnarled and twisting to avoid the lines as best they could.

You were walking with your head almost entirely tipped back, taking in the entire canopy as best you could. The light was changing, dancing across leaves and branches in the breeze and dappling the trunks and ground. It felt special, and ephemeral, and you were struck with the thought that these trees had seen people like you and Vernon before. They had seen people in quiet love walk these streets before, and they’d see them long after you both were gone. Did the couples before you think about you the way you were thinking about them? Did your love feel the same as theirs did?

Vernon’s knuckles brushed against yours, and you turned to look at him. He was already staring at you, a soft grin on his lips. He intertwined his hand with your own, lifting them to press a kiss to your fingers. “Just checking in,” he said. “How’s your walk going?”

You weren’t sure how to put it into words, so instead of answering, you asked a question of your own. “Does it ever make you sad that you can never really know what someone’s thinking? Like, not fully, because there’s always going to be something that gets lost in the translation of thought to word, you know?”

Vernon paused, considering. “Yes, and no? I guess it makes me a little sad that I’ll never get to experience your thoughts the way you do, especially when I see how deep in thought you can be. Just now, for example. I wondered what you could have been thinking, looking up at the trees like that.” He grinned, and you returned the smile, ignoring the heat rushing to your cheeks. “But also no. I love that I get to discover you bit by bit. It makes me feel like I could never be bored, because there’s words you haven't put together yet to help me know you.”

He let go of your hand, wrapping his arm around you as you did the same. You hummed at his words, nodding thoughtfully. “I think the trees know, though,” you mused. He looked over at you, grinning wide. “You think?”

You nodded again, decisively. “Definitely. They’ve seen it all before, so they know.”

He chuckled and leaned over, kissing your cheek. “If you say so.”

You smiled and looked up at the treetops again. They waved in the breeze, and it felt like confirmation.

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nonranghaes · 7 months

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heads up! vernon performs fake surgery on med student!reader to cheer them up. he's just silly <3

"scalpel."

you have no idea what your boyfriend is doing. you've been slumped over the dinner table for the past who-knows-how-long because studying has turned your brain to mush (you're in med school, that's the medical term, you swear). vernon hums to himself, and then you can feel his index finger trailing down your back as he makes his own sound effects in the form of a steady beep... beep... beep... to simulate a heart monitor. his fingers trail across your back, as though searching for something, and the "beep"s turn a little more frantic.

"vernon, what are you--"

"patient's getting better," he says, and then immediately goes back to those faster 'beep--beep--beep's. "i think. heart rate is increasing. that's good right?"

you don't answer, burying your face in your arms again. you can't let him see you smile. he'll know whatever he's doing is working, and you kinda wanna see where he's going with this. he grabs a fistful of the back of your shirt, letting go as he draws his hand away, still making those beeps.

"the surgery is a success..." he says. "i've removed the heart... i've saved the patient."

you turn your face. "baby. you can't live without a heart. i think the patient's dead."

"nah," his hands rest on your shoulders, already kneading at them. "i stole your heart and you're still alive--"

immediately, you let out the loudest groan--although whether it's out of disgust for the cheesy line or amusement because he managed to entertain you, he can't be sure. he thinks its a mix of both, actually--but it doesn't matter. you're smiling now, and that's what he set out to do.

he leans over you, pressing a quick peck against your forehead. "food's here, by the way. gotta support my future doctor somehow."

(you don't have the heart to tell him that making you laugh is always enough... and not because he stole it.)

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kozukensgf · 25 days

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i accidentally deleted this inbox but thank god i have the screenshot. i hope things will get better for you anon❤️

bf texts with vernon!

genre: fake texts, one shot, fluff, overworked!yn x idol!vernon

character: chwe hansol

masterlist

part one | part two | part three

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wheeboo · 6 months

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10:18pm | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which it's late at night and your boyfriend is walking you home. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader GENRE. fluff, established relationship WARNINGS. one kiss, terms of endearment (babe) WORD COUNT. 962

notes: inspired from a tiktok i found but can't find anymore since i like too much shit lmao </3 but u might know what i'm referring to

"Nonie?"

...

"Vernon? Babe?"

...

"Hansol Vernon Chwe!"

"Huh? Yeah?" Vernon finally diverts his attention back to you, right after you lightly swatted at his arm. He takes out his earphones and peers in your direction, watching the way the gentle breeze in the air flies through your strands of hair and the way the dim, overhead streetlight accentuates the small pout to your face.

Your pout gives way to his attentive gaze at you, his eyes softening as he focuses on you completely.

"You were completely zoned out," You tease, voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid to disturb the peaceful atmosphere that's settled between you two at this hour. It isn't new where the two of you find yourselves trailing within the neighbourhood at night, especially since Vernon always insists on walking you home safe and soundly.

Vernon grins, his lips curling up in that familiar way that makes your heart skip a beat. "Sorry, just got lost in the music for a bit." He gestures to the phone in his hand, still softly playing the melody that had captured his attention.

You roll your eyes playfully. "Well, you missed the question I was trying to ask you."

Vernon's expression turns curious as he tilts his head slightly, adjusting his beanie. "What was it?"

He swears there's an almost-mischevious glint to your eyes that he pinpoints, or perhaps it was just the streetlight above that illuminated your face in a particular way. He purses his lips together with a patient look, waiting for you to ask the question you had been seemingly trying to ask him for the past few minutes.

"Do you think we're together in other universes too?"

Immediately, he feel his brows furrow together. Out of all questions, that question caught him by surprise, and he certainly wasn't prepared for it either. Vernon takes a moment to think, his gaze wandering briefly away and down the empty, quiet street you both are walking down together.

There's a faint smile to his face though𑁋he likes to think that yeah, in some way shape or form, you both are intertwined together too. He really likes that thought, to be honest. It's probably definitely entertained his mind a plentiful amount before, but it isn't until you mentioned it that it finally emerges out from deep within his thoughts. And knowing you're having those same kinds of thoughts makes his head spin.

"Like... you know those two cats that we sometimes pass by while walking?" You ask, kicking a branch down the pavement. "Maybe they're us, you know? Then in another universe, those cats are humans or aliens and we are the ones that they pass by."

And then your eyes glow even brighter before Vernon could even respond.

"Maybe! Maybe in a different universe... we're actually two rocks and we've been together for millions of years, slowly eroding side by side, getting rained and stepped on, but always touching in some way." Your thoughts are exploding with possibilities at this point, and Vernon takes it as an opportunity to admire the way your eyes seem to glisten as well, taking in every single one of your words amusedly. "Or maybe we're two trees who have grown together, and our branches are touching."

This makes Vernon direct his attention down to your hand, which is just inches away and barely grazing against his own, swinging slightly as you walk. Slowly, he takes your hand into his, and at first you don't seem to notice, but your fingers naturally lace together either way. It really gets his mind thinking about all the times he's thought about how your hands fit together almost too perfectly.

Maybe, in other universes, you both are meant to be connected in some way.

"You're really cute, you know that?" Vernon comments after you've ceased your rambling.

"That's what you're going to say after I've finally emptied out my brain? Confessed my undying love for you?" You huff annoyedly, but you don't let go of his hand, instead only tightening your grip on it.

"Well, I know that if you were a rock, you'd be a pretty one, like one of those you'd want to pick up as a lucky charm," he states. "and if you were a cat, you'd be these awfully clingy ones."

You gasp dramatically. "I am not clingy!"

Vernon just chuckles, bringing your interlocked hands up to eye level. "You're squeezing my hand really hard right now."

"That's because you're annoying," You quip, though your grip on his hand barely relents𑁋just enough to make sure you weren't stopping the blood flow through his arm. After a few moments of silence, your eyes catching sight on your house ahead, you bring yourself closer to him, knocking your shoulders together. "But... do you think we're together in other universes too?"

He doesn't give you an answer right away, only waiting until you open the front door to your house for him to land a quick, chaste kiss to your lips. It catches you off-guard, somehow leaving you utterly breathless even after you bid your goodnight, I love yous to each other, but it's enough to answer your question.

He hopes it does anyway. If it doesn't (or if it does, yet you're in need of constant reassurance), he wouldn't mind answering yes in other ways too.

Your lips still tingle with the feeling of his kiss as you close the door, a giddy smile playing on your face.

When Vernon walks back to his own home, he catches sight of the two cats you mentioned before watching him with their bright, curious eyes. One of the cats starts clawing at the other, pressing its body against the other playfully, much like the way you pressed your shoulder against his earlier.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips.

Yeah, he says to himself. Maybe those cats are us.

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stantrash171819 · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ: Seventeen Masterlist : ･ﾟ✧

Lee Jihoon:･ﾟ✧

Late Night Calls -> domestic fluff, long distance relationship

Boo Seungkwan :･ﾟ✧

Ice Cream Conversations -> domestic fluff, established relationship, hint of idol!au

Hansol Vernon Chwe :･ﾟ✧

Reassurance -> slight angst, insecurity, hint of university au

No reposting of my work without my permission :3

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waldau · 3 months

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hello!! big fan here! i think you’re super talented and cool 🫶🏼 can i perhaps request a friends to lovers thing for vernon? do you think he’d be the first one to break and confess or would it be you? if it’s the latter, how does he react? any thoughts on this would be fine really, even if you don’t want to make it into a full fledged story. just love talking about and thinking about vernon.

darling anon i think you broke my brain because i've never written so much in a single day (also thank you so much!!! <3). i love vernon and i've kind of been in a vernon spiral myself recently. i hope you like this :)

chroma — chwe hansol | 2,520 words | fluff

chroma (noun) — the purity of a colour, or its freedom from white or grey. reader and vernon are best friends who SCREAM become lovers. briefly ft dokyeom.

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

at first glance, you and vernon are opposites.

not exactly grumpy and sunshine opposites, but if you're both the same colour, you're a shade or two brighter than him. which means that you're similar with different energy levels, and honestly? you love your dynamic.

your friends notice that outside of the group, you're the one he's the closest to — so it only makes sense that he's also the one you're the closest to.

he's always near you whenever you're hanging out with your friends — whether you're sitting right next to each other or across the room, he meets your eyes from time to time, if only to check in on you, or to allude to an inside joke when someone speaks.

(you have way too many inside jokes; an unhealthy amount, even.)

he always makes it a point to drop you home. always. unless your other friends are around, in which case he won't rest till you send him a text saying you got home safely. or you crash at each other's places for the night if you're too tired.

you always look forward to whenever he gets random bursts of energy and proceeds to tell you about stuff he finds interesting. but you also use him as a pillow when he becomes extremely quiet, and honestly? it's pretty easy to co-exist with vernon regardless of the silence or the lack of it, because you always match his energy.

he sends you pictures of whatever he thinks you'll like, whether it's a meme or a sunset, but sometimes he sends you stuff he likes — like a cool monument he saw in new york or his cat or a picture of two snails on the side of the road with the caption "us?"

seriously, opening his texts is like a wild card (in a good way).

he always makes it a point to drop you home. always. unless your other friends are around, in which case he won't rest till you send him a text saying you got home safely.

you're slightly more affectionate than him, which is something he doesn't mind.

he's not the first to initiate hugs, but you can trust that he's always going to find your hand for a high five or a fist bump or a quick side hug.

if you're sitting together on the couch listening to music or watching something on the television, he lets you loop your arm through his like it's something you do every day (which it most definitely is).

vernon wasn't very physical in the beginning of your friendship, but now you're used to a light brush of his hand against yours, your shoulders bumping for a second or two, a poke to your cheek — just your things.

now the thing is this: you have a crush on vernon. a huge crush that doesn't seem to be going away any time soon.

"i knew it!" dokyeom says shrilly, and you wince. you love him, but you're not sure if he's capable of keeping your secret.

"was it that obvious?"

"of course it was! i've seen the way you look at him. like he's the funniest guy in the room, even if he's not. or like he's the hottest guy in the room. which he—"

"—is," you finish, and bite your tongue. dokyeom doesn't need to know exactly how in deep you are.

dokyeom shakes his head. "i can't believe he doesn't know."

"kyeom, if you tell him, i swear—"

"i won't! i kind of want to see how long it takes for him to realize."

"i don't think he will," you say, looking over to where vernon is sitting on the couch and arguing with seungkwan and seungcheol about the best movie from 2008.

"how do you know that?"

you shrug. "i've tried dropping subtle hints. he's just...oblivious."

dokyeom follows your gaze and sighs. "he really is. but if you ask me," he says, turning to raise an eyebrow. "this really could go somewhere."

every year, you spend valentine's day together.

it started as a joke the first time — vernon's date somehow cancelled on him at the last moment, and he showed up to your place with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates.

you thought your heart was going to fall out of your body, but he sheepishly explained he didn't know where else to go, or who else to give them to.

it turned into a rant about how he didn't believe in or care about the holiday anymore.

but now it's your tradition to enjoy each other's company rolling your eyes and booing at cheesy movies.

(you wish they'd come to life, specifically with vernon, but he doesn't have to know.)

he isn't the best at comforting you with words. you learned that a long time ago and know it well even now. yet he's the first person you turn to when something's wrong.

you're wrapped in a blanket on vernon's sofa, a hot mug of cocoa in front of you next to a bowl of snacks, but your mind isn't on any of them. why, you think. why, why, why me. you feel terrible for the space you're occupying, even though you've curled up into a ball.

"hey," vernon says from above you, and the next thing you know, you're pulled into him. "i don't know what to say to make it better, and...i don't know what else i can do, but tell me, okay?"

you nod.

"i'm sorry."

you stop crying at that, trying to blink away your tears but failing. "why?"

"he was a dick, and you never deserved someone so shitty."

you try to inhale, but it's shaky. "i'm just...so tired," you say, resting your head on his shoulder. "i don't know why i keep attracting idiots like him. and i hate that you always have to see me like this."

"like this?"

"in pieces. crying. whatever."

"you're not in pieces," vernon says, running his hand over your back. "you're sad. it happens. and i don't mind being here, okay? i'm always here. sorry."

you snort. "you've apologized more to me than he's ever done at this point."

"now you know who to keep around longer," vernon smiles.

you wonder if vernon's aware of the things he does. he talks to you like there's no one else he'd rather be with at the moment. he bends down to meet your eyes when you're talking about something, and you're amazed he hasn't noticed you short-circuiting in the middle of your sentences more than a few times now. he finds the most random things to give you every now and then.

"huh?"

"pebble. reminded me of pou."

"pou? vernon, that was so long ago!"

"do you want me to skip this rock?"

"no, wait—"

fights with him aren't really fights, because one of you always caves in and has to make up.

"your neck's going to hurt," you hear vernon say softly, probably trying not to wake you up. but you weren't really asleep in the first place.

"why do you care?" you grumble, sitting up straight and wincing when your neck does, in fact, hurt.

"i don't hate you just because we had a fight," he says, pulling you down to rest your head on his chest. "sore necks suck."

you chew on your cheek for a while, not wanting to say the words you know are inevitable. "fighting with you sucks, too."

he says nothing; just hugs you tighter.

you're surprised at how well you've adapted to vernon going out on dates.

it wasn't easy, you'll admit. at first it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest while also being crushed, but now it's okay (maybe because he hasn't been dating as much recently — you can't remember the last one he even went on).

you're nothing if not a supportive best friend, so you're okay with the few times his dates go well enough to tell you about.

you teasingly tell him not to give you too many details, but you wonder if he knows why you really ask that of him.

both of you act like a married couple, according to your friends. it made you blush at first, but there's no point reacting to it anymore because it's just not true. vernon doesn't like you the way you like him, and the way you're affectionate with each other is...hard to explain. just friends, you say, even though you wish you were more.

"you're dishgushting," dokyeom says, mouth stuffed full of pizza while he pours himself some coke.

you give him a look. "you or me?"

dokyeom nods, chewing aggressively before swallowing his bite. "you. and vernon. can't stop giving each other those eyes all the time. makes me sick."

"...eyes?"

"like you need a room or something. like there's no one else in here with you guys."

"we don't do that, kyeom."

he snorts inelegantly. "ask anyone. you're lucky jeonghan hasn't snitched on you yet."

and maybe, just maybe, vernon treats you somewhat differently than he treats his friends.

you always get the first bite of his food, always listen to new vinyls he gets on the weekends, sprawled out on the floor and letting the music seep into your skin, always get to steal his hoodies whenever you're cold — you can't think of any other friend of his who gets the same treatment.

but that's just best friend privilege.

at least that's what you tell yourself.

after vernon comes back from his latest tour, he becomes more touchy with you — resting a hand on your thigh, tracing the shell of your ear, linking pinkies with you.

maybe it's just his way of reconnecting with you after being away for so long.

but doesn't he realize what he's doing to your heart?

probably not, you think, when he wraps his arms around your waist one morning when you're in front of his vinyl collection, trying to pick something you think you'll like.

"sol?" you ask, patting his hands before resuming browsing through his shelf.

"hey."

"what's up?"

"tired."

"shouldn't you be in bed, then?"

"you weren't there."

you pause, the magdalene vinyl in your hand threatening to fall before you place it back. "i'm never there."

"wanna change that?"

"what?"

"what."

you think it's some silly pick-up line he's trying to test on you, so you gently push him back to his bedroom, threatening to leave his home if he doesn't sleep for a few more hours.

but it doesn't end there.

those pick-up lines pop up in the most unexpected places, with the most unexpected company. you shake your head and laugh them off, but you wonder why he's behaving like this.

there's one possible explanation for it, but you're not going to let yourself walk down that path. not unless he does it first.

vernon's quiet on the walk back to your car from the supermarket, half your groceries with you and the other half with him. he doesn't say anything when you point out his shoelace is untied, or his hair is sticking up a bit weirdly for his liking, or even the fact that there's a cat sitting right next to your car before it skitters away a few seconds later.

you're not worried. vernon does have those moments where he zones out so hard no one can get him back for a while, and this seems to be one of them.

"i love you," he finally says.

your hand fumbles with the grip of your bag. not cool, not when there's a couple of glass jars in there. there's going to be nothing cute to put the cookies in if you break them now.

"i love you too?" you offer, because it's not uncommon for you to say it to each other. it's just that vernon's never brought it up unprompted before.

"no. not how you think."

not how you think? how...

oh.

you can only stare at vernon, mind running a million miles an hour while he refuses to look at you, suddenly finding interest in that untied shoelace.

"love me love me?"

he nods, almost imperceptible if you weren't looking for it. it gives you a sudden boost of courage, of happiness, of everything good. you weren't wrong, after all. you put the rest of the groceries in the trunk and turn to face him.

you've seen this sight hundreds of times before — vernon with his messy hair, in this very hoodie with jam stains on the left sleeve, and those brown eyes that light up from the inside when the sun hits them just the right way and make him look like the most handsome man in the world — but it's like you've been seeing the world, even vernon, in monochrome till he said those words.

chroma.

"oi," you say, grabbing his face in your hands. "sol."

he just blinks.

"are you sure? absolutely sure?"

"yeah," he says, voice a bit rougher than usual, and you see yourself in his eyes for a moment. "i am. but i'm sor—"

you shut him up with a quick peck to his lips, uncaring of who might be seeing you right now. you know you're going to be embarrassed about it, squeal about it to dokyeom, bury your face in your pillow and question if any of it was real, but right now, it doesn't matter.

you've shocked vernon, for once. it feels good. he's staring at you with his mouth open, hands clutching your wrists like there's no tomorrow.

"you're not the only one," you explain, all bravado fizzling out when his full focus lands only on you.

"oh? yeah?" he asks, pulling you closer.

"mm."

he rubs his thumb across one of your wrists. "do you have eggs?"

"...what?" back to regularly scheduled programming, then. trust vernon not to make it weird.

"eggs. or ice cream. anything that needs the fridge. because i want to take you out on a date right now."

some things change: vernon becomes your boyfriend. you move in together a few months later. it's not the first time you've met his mother, but you're still nervous.

but the best thing of all is that he's yours now.

he even tells you how he realized he loved you back.

"i just...remembered you arguing with me about whether penne or fusilli was better, and my only thought was, i want this with you. for however long i could have it. i think i just loved you for so long, but...i didn't realize it was that love. i finally understood why kyeom-hyung kept telling me to get my shit together."

"sol—"

"no one knows me like you do and i don't want anyone else to. yeah."

"sol, babe, i was just asking if you want me to take out the trash."

"you...oh," he says, grinning in that shy way he does. "thought you asked me if i wanted you. but hey, if i'm trash for you, you're legally obligated to take me out, right?"

i've never put pictures before but he's SO boyfriend material, look at him

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