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mae-gi-writes · 1 year

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OUTSIDE BOUNDARIES || VERNON CHWE (part one)

what happens when ball of sunshine meets Mr. Grumpy? When you make the sacrificial decision of shadowing Dr. Hanson Chwe to scramble for your TA hours, nothing could’ve prepared you for the way in which this grumpy ass charms his way into your heart.

Genre: romcom, university au! Student! Reader x professor! Vernon, svt members…

PART ONE || PART TWO || PART THREE

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He always looked so darn sullen.

With those dark locks falling across his face and those intense orbs hidden behind steel-framed glasses, Dr. Chwe was the subject of pride of the Psychology Department. He was the best professor by far, a lecturer that gave his facts outright, and was never one to be found mingling among his peers. Cold. Tough. Dark. Those were the adjectives coined to his name.

But you were desperate.

You waited till his final class ended. It was late evening and it was icy cold, gusts of wind slamming against the building walls with such force you could feel it rattle, even through cement. As the students walked out and the chatter dispersed across the corridors, you quickly slid inside the lecture hall only to find him by the podium.

This hall was specially designed for lectures, rows and rows of seats that ressembled a theatre room and a stage for the professor, with a screen to project any slides of particular interest.

"Hello," you called tentatively, trying to get into his field of vision. He paused in his paper rustling, looking up with a frown.

You continued regardless, shuffling forward so that you could get a closer look at him, "Hi, sorry to disturb. Dr. Chwe? I'm Y/N, a graduate from the music department."

"Yes, and?"

"I'm looking for a TA job with you--"

"No."

"Wha--" you blink up at him, "I haven't even given you any argument yet."

"Why is a music major asking for a TA position in my department?"

"Well Dr. Hong told me to ask you specifically, to help me out this one time because music and psychology are interrelated. And plus, I'm working on my master thesis and it has to do with their relationship--"

"Irrelevant. Find a professor from your own department," with that, he closed his folder of testpapers and made a move to walk out. You quickly stepped before him, chin high and trying hard not to tremble in front of his tall frame. He was slim, and yet he looked like he could crush you with one single glance.

"Wait. Please," you held up your hands as if in surrender, trying to ignore the way his scowl deepened, "please. I really really need this opportunity. Like, I don't even need you to read my research, just please make me your TA and I promise I'll--"

"Even if I could, I can't. We're not in the same department."

"We're in Bachelor of Arts both, that's good enough right? Right?" You wondered whether begging on your knees would convince him, "I swear I'll be good. Ask Dr. Hong, he's the one who recommended you. Said you could help me."

"He...said that?" Dr. Chwe looked suspicious, eyes narrowed and stance cold.

"Yes! You can ask him. I can call him right now--"

He stopped you, palm held in the air and a grim expression clouding his features, "I will talk to him."

"But I--"

He didn't wait, pushed past you with his stack of papers and ignored your protests that kept following him out in the corridor until the door closed right in your face.

Well, so much for an attempt to find a reliable spot in academia. You were so fucked.

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If there was one thing you had learnt from this whole encounter, it was that Dr. Chwe did not like being disturbed when it wasn’t class time. Oh, he was helpful to his students alright…until the lesson was over. Then the beast took over, devoiding him of human emotion and contributing to the bastard-y tag that he received amongst gossipers.

Nevertheless, he was a popular Professor at the University of BurnBridges and you couldn’t deny his talent. He had a way of dealing with people — not surprising, considering that he was a psychology professor — that made you feel like you had both the responsibility of the knowledge shared and that you were an active participant in this fostering of information. He understood you more than you could understand yourself, which came from his countless observations as he walked around the campus perimeter.

(Not that you’d know. You did not stalk him throughout the day just to see what his routine was like. You did not wish for him to seek our Dr. Hong out of his own will. Not at all.)

A week passed with nothing on the radar. You probed Dr. Hong in hopes that he’d help you out. He was the beloved maniac of the Music and Theatre Department, as crazy and as gentle as he was. If Dr. Chwe was a big, sulky wolf then Dr. Hong was the lovely puppy abandoned on the corner of the street. Everyone loved him.

“I tried, Professor, I really did,” you kept on whining every day after class, “but it’s been a full week and he hasn’t responded yet.”

Dr. Hong just laughed, “he’s probably busy with corrections. It is mid-term season after all. If I ever bump into him I’ll tell him to re-consider your offer.”

“Tell him that it doesn’t have to be legal or on paper,” you were desperate for him to hear you out, for if you didn’t have a position by the end of this week, you were considered dead meat, “I just need my TA hours filled and he can show me how to grade his papers—“

“Do you even know a thing about Psychology?”

A voice cut through your conversation as cold as ice and you whip round, only to find none other than the said person in question standing by the door and looking as annoyed as ever.

You briefly wondered how he would look like without the scowl. Probably ten times more handsome.

“I—Yes of course I do! I minored in Psych! That’s why I’m asking you whether you— well, I’m sure I’ll be able to help you in some way,” you stuttered out before you lost the courage, inwardly wincing at how the words made it out of your mouth. Wow. So not cool Y/N.

“Y/N’s been in my class since first year,” Dr. Hong prompts, “and she hasn’t yet disappointed me. So I’d say she’s a firm package.”

Dr. Chwe looked like he was ready to chew his colleague’s head off for supporting you and yet, the latter didn’t seem fazed in the slightest, “come on, Vern. You need a TA anyway—“

“I do not need a TA.”

“Surely you do. Every professor has one. It wouldn’t make sense for you to grade all those papers, and who’s going to hold your seminars for you?”

“I already have someone doing that for me.”

“Nakamura’s only doing it because she fancies you,” Dr. Hong rolled his eyes playfully, “come on Vern. If ever you have any trouble, you can come straight to me.”

Dr. Chwe’ s gaze flitted from your face to Dr. Hong’s, the scowl deepening with every second like a storm slowly rolling in and shadowing his features. It was a surprising duo that boggled you, the sunshine puppy Dr. Hong and the moody Dr. Chwe together in one room, looking like the best of friends.

But that soon went out of your brain the moment Dr. Chwe sighed, turned around and started walking out of the room. You scrambled up after him, “wait Professor, I—“

“Be in my office on Monday. 8am. Don’t be late.”

He spat them out like venom before the door slammed shut, leaving you with Dr. Hong in a mixture of confusion and excitement.

Slowly, you turned towards your professor, “Did he just…” trailing off without knowing what to say next, you saw Dr. Hong burst out laughing.

“That’s it, Y/N. You’re in.”

You were in. You still had a chance to make it through.

———

Dr. Chwe scared the shit out of you.

He didn't hesitate to bite your head off at every mistake, every chance he got. He loved taunting you, seeing you struggle to cope with the material prepared, loved dumping testpapers in your arms for you to correct till early morning hours. He especially enjoyed asking you questions in the middle of his lectures so that you'd have to scramble for a response on the spot, blush littering your cheeks and fingers fumbling.

You knew it wasn't fair, but you also knew that it was an opportunity that wasn't supposed to be yours in the first place. You had just gotten lucky because the psychology department wad one TA short and really needed the help.

Still, seeing Dr. Chwe every day traumatised you to no end.

"He looks like he can kill me. I can't even talk when I'm around him," you kept on complaining to your buddy Minghao. He, also part of the music department, had the luck of getting the famous Dr. Woozi, composer, pianist and singer. God knew what strings he'd pulled for that.

"At least he's hot," Minghao commented.

"Yeah well, I don't think that comes in handy."

"I think you should bribe him with food."

You shot him a look, "that's a terrible idea."

You decided to test out Minghao's theory by bringing him a coffee during your next TA meeting. Something small, yet significant and helpful. Everyone loved a bit of caffeine, right?

"Here you go, and extra shot of espresso just for you," you set it down with a flourish and fought hard to keep yourself from smiling, expression faltering whrn Dr. Chwe looked up at you as though you had just placed a dead corpse on his desk.

"What?" You tried to lighten the mood, "I thought coffee would cheer you up, considering you look like only had one hour of sleep."

"I had three, thanks for asking."

"Oh I wasn't, but please," you motioned towards the said cup, "go ahead."

"I...don't drink coffee."

"No way," you sat down at your desk, grabbing the pile of testpapers that you would have to start grading pronto, "how are you still standing? Energade? Tea?"

He favoured ignorance, proceeding to flick through the department documents. You pressed on, "do you prefer soda? I know some people prefer soda but that's like, really not good for your health. Or maybe-- oh wait, you're a hot chocolate fan aren't you?"

The slight tense of his shoulders was enough to give him away. You couldn't help but stare, "no way," you half-murmured, "you have a sweet tooth, don't you?"

Dr. Chwe turned away from you in determination to stop your sudden onslaught of questions.

"Oh my gosh, you know sugar's really bad for you right? It's worse than caffeine. It converts into fat and gets stored in--"

"I don't think I asked for a biology lesson, miss Y/N," he snapped. His dark orbs flashed to yours over the document papers, shadowed with irritation, "with all due respect, you have papers to grade."

"Oh yes, sorry, yes." You quickly focused your attention on the papers at hand. The atmosphere tightened with unease, a knot of nervousness coiling at the bottom of your stomach as you grabbed your pen and flicked through the pages.

Clesrly, he had no wish to talk and converse about trivial things other than work. It did hurt your pride somewhat. But you tried to brush it aside. You weren't here to entertain him after all.

But during that same week, you left him two chocolate cookies.

No thanks, no receipt of acknowledgement. But when you noticed the empty wrapper in the bin the next day, you stifled a smile.

“I saw someone left you cookies,” you remarked a few hours later when still no acknowledgement had been made, “how generous of them.”

Of course. There was only you and Vernon in this room. No one else had access, so it was easy an easy guess.

He grunted, muttered something incoherent under his breath and proceeded to read the document in his hands. But you weren’t going to let him off so easily this time. Sliding your hand onto his desk and leaning over so that you were in his peripheral vision, you wriggled your eyebrows suggestively, “So? Anything you want to tell me, Dr. Chwe?”

“Get back to work.”

“Aw come on, not even a thank you? I—“

He glanced up. His eyes were cold ice, “last week’s quizzes, are they done yet?”

You paled, “no…”

“I want them on my desk this afternoon.”

IIt was supposed to sting but somehow it didn’t. Not as much as it should’ve. Maybe because you were slowly getting used to his porcupine nature, but the moment you sat at your desk you noticed the small cup of coffee, still steaming hot, right beside your keyboard. The smile on your face widened tenfold, though you kept quiet about it.

Dr. Chwe was — at least to you — not so bad after all.

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“Y/N will be distributing the test papers from last week’s quiz. You will go through it with her but before you do, I’d like a quick word,” Dr. Chwe’s gaze flitted from face to face, the class of 20 sleepy students looking back at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he stepped towards the lecture podium.

You were sitting at the side on standby, ready to take over once he’d depart. A few weeks had gone by since your appointment as his TA and things have settled down somewhat. It seemed as though Dr. Chwe’s personal vendetta towards making your life miserable was put on hold, probably because he actually needed you now that midterms were coming up.

You busied yourself by distributing the papers, nodding as they mumbled out ‘thank you’s’ while Dr. Chwe droned on with the explanations. For the most part you didn’t listen, your mind drifting in and out of focus. It had been ages since you had played any instrument whatsoever, and time was an issue when every spare second was wasted on that stupid thesis paper, so who could blame you for thinking of what musical notes would go well together instead of listening to behavioural theory?

“I’ll leave you to Y/N then, if you have no questions for me,” Dr. Chwe nodded at you, snapping you out of your daze. You hurried towards the front, quickly mumbling your goodbyes before taking over, “alright, let’s go through the test paper for any common mistakes. Before we begin, do you guys have any questions?”

It wasn’t until class had ended that one of the students came up to the podium, greeting you shyly behind round spectacle frames.

“Hi, I’m Mingyu.”

“Hey you alright? Anything I can help with?” You look up from your folders and zipping up your pencil case in the process.

“Uhm not really no,” he flashed you a shy smile, “i just wanted to ask you if you were going to be present at the Departmental Olympics this year.”

“Oh, uh—“ you tried wracking your brain for excuses. You didn’t loathe exercise but you were so bad at it you’d rather stay on the sidelines, “I didn’t even know we were having the Olympics this year. When is it?”

“In two weeks. I’m running event for our department, along with a few other psych majors.”

“Ah that sounds great!”

“yes, and uhm—we were wondering if— if you would play,” he stammered over his words, “for the psych department.”

“I’m not really though,” you smiled in what seemed to be an apology, “I doubt they’d allow that.”

“They said it was fine, as long as you weren’t playing for the music dept,” he put his hands together, looked at you with those melting doe eyes that he knew worked on everyone, “please?”

“I—“ “There’s free food,” he persisted, “and you get a free coupon for a drink at the after-party.”

in the end, you had no choice but to say yes. He had, after all, the powers of someone who couldn’t be argued with. Not to forget his dashing looks. It was hard sometimes, good-looking people had their way too easily and you cursed yourself the moment he’d exited the room with a victorious grin.

You asked Dr. Chwe if he was going to be present, which resulted in him scoffing at you like you were a complete idiot.

“That’s just a waste of time,” he said, “I have better things to do.”

“Well, maybe you can take a break from all those things that you need to do,” you hid your grin from behind the coffee cup you were sipping on.

He scowled at his computer screen, “and what? Socialize with people I don’t give a shit about?”

“Would you rather rot here with your test papers?” You looked over at him, “come on Dr. Chwe. I’m sure you’ll enjoy the break. Plus, sports can be fun.”

“No thanks.”

“Or are you such a sore loser that you can’t participate just for fun?”

His eyes narrowed into slits, jaw tensed, “I am not a sore loser.”

“Oh yeah?” You tilted your head with a smirk, “feels like it though.”

That was enough to make him sign up the next day.

You almost spilled you entire cup of coffee down your shirt when he told you through a mumble jumble of words behind his computer screen and if you didn’t know any better, you would say that he was…embarrassed about it.

“So what changed your mind huh?” You asked, laughter falling from your lips despite the glare he was sending your way every five seconds. He looked like a grumpy cat, “did you decide it was worth a try?”

“Shut up.”

You cracked up, “you are such a sore loser, Dr. Chwe.”

“I said shut it,” his head snapped up from his computer screen, “and it’s Vernon, not Dr. Chwe.”

Vernon. It was weird to hear his name— his actual name — roll out from his own mouth. You weren’t used to being so chummy with the professors when you were still a graduate student yourself. But ever since you’d gotten to work with him, you had to admit that you’d gotten comfortable in his presence. He was like that sour colleague that found everything so revolting that it made up for your lack of entertainment. In short, Vernon was fun to be around most of the time, when you got used to him. Because he never meant anything that came out of his mouth.

No. You were certain that behind that permanent grimace was a young man with a good heart.

“So what sport did you sign up for?” You leaned over your desk and placed your chin into your hands.

Dr. Chwe— Vernon — glanced up at you, dark strands falling across his eyes that he brushed away impatiently, “volleyball.”

“Wait really?!” You couldn’t hold in your excitement, “I signed up for volleyball too! I’m in team red.”

“Team blue.”

“Oh pffft,” you rolled your eyes, “you suck, Dr. Chwe—“

“Vernon.”

“Yeah yeah, so I guess I’ll see you across the field.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you lose.”

“Oh we’ll see about that,” you grinned and tried, in vain, to stop the small bubble of fluttery feelings seemingly blooming in the middle of your chest.

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A/N: Part 2 will be up soon! <3 enjoy for now! I have never seen a Vernon fic where he is not a shy boi so I really wanted to try this side of him out. Not sure i was successful but mehhhh ._.

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ellebabywrites · 5 years

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If Looks Could Kill - Vernon Chwe

Type : Oneshot // Slight Angst // Smut // Fluffy ending

Theme : Enemies to Lovers // College au

Word Count : 3834

Author Note : FINALLY THIS IS UP !! I’m so sorry to the Lovely that requested this AGES ago that it took so long !! I’ve never written smut before so I was a little hesitant and nervous because I wanted to do it well . I hope you all enjoy this because I’m actually really proud of it and happy how it turned out !! Any feedback is SO APPRECIATED!! Enjoy El 💛

For the most part , your college experience had been perfect . No messy breakups ; no unnecessary drama ; a solid group of friends - hell , somehow you were even staying on top of all the work . You’d lucked out , but of course there had to be something . And that something lived and breathed in Vernon Chwe .

The boy who sat three rows behind you in your early morning Literature class . The boy who felt the need to play devils advocate every single time you answered a question , or gave an opinion , or spoke at all for that matter . The boy who , for the better part of the year , had managed to throw a wrench in you perfect college experience and you hated him for it . Okay , maybe hate was a strong word , you weren’t his biggest fan let’s just say that .

You didn’t understand how someone so insufferably annoying could be as popular as Vernon was . Not only did he have an abundance of friends , he was also constantly surrounded by a million and one “fangirls”. Sure he had the facial structure of a God ; and yes his eyes looked like gems from another other planet ; and okay sometimes he told a joke that made you giggle ; and maybe he actually smelled really good , unlike so many of the other guys in your class , but besides all that , what could possibly be so appealing about Vernon Chwe ? You had no idea .

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“I don’t know what to tell you Miss Y/N . This essay is a B , I’m not changing my mind.” Your professor sighed at you as you were desperately trying to convince him to up the grade of your final essay , he however , was not budging .

“Please Mr Kim , I need this essay to be an A , it has to be an A ! I worked so hard , if I don’t get an A on this paper it will throw off my whole grade for the year !” Begging certainly wasn’t below you , especially in Mr Kim’s class , but even you knew this was starting to get pathetic . “Mr Kim please you have to understand , I need this A..”

“Y/N . I’m sorry I really am , I’ve already entered your grade as a B , it will not change . Now if you’re done , my wife spent all night making my lunch and I am very excited to get to it “ the professor stood up from his desk and made his way to the door , leaving you post-grovel at his desk, “I’ll see you tomorrow Miss Y/N.” And then he was gone. Sighing in defeat you barely registered the footsteps come up behind you , not until you heard that voice . His voice .

“Ahhh what a shame little Y/N , not even the begging swayed him this time” the smirk on his face seeping through his words . Vernon moves around to lean against the professors desk as he watches you with taunting eyes .“Shut up Vernon . Your commentary isn’t needed” rolling your eyes you stormed out of the room , resisting the urge to turn around and throw a book at him when you heard him snicker .

∴

“Wow Y/N ! You look hot !” Soyeon , your best friend in the entire world , yelled excitedly when you walked out of your room into the apartment you shared . You were wearing a short black skirt with a matching black crop top , paired with an off the shoulder denim jacket and thigh high boots . Your hair flowed down in waves and your makeup looked simple but chic - you did look hot , more importantly you felt hot and were more than ready to head to a party at the S V T frat house . “What , this old thing ? Really ?” You played shock while twirling around seductively , making Soyeon laugh .

“Stop ! You know you’re killing it ! Tell me is someone looking to get laid tonight missy ?? I heard Seokmin is excited to see you“ She waved her finger at you accusingly , giving the ‘I know what you’re doing’ look . Honestly this girl . “You’re one to talk ! Look at you in that tight-ass red dress , don’t tell me this ensemble has nothing to do with a certain Yuto being there !” Mirroring her stance you glared back at her teasingly . “And for the billionth time , Seok and I are just FRIENDS ...... good friends ..... that flirt occasionally .... that’s all !”

Soyeon laughed at your attempts to dissuade her yet again while moving to grab her keys from the counter . “Hey ! I mean it ! Just friends !”

“Yeah yeah of course babe whatever you say .” The both of you giggled and continued the debate as you made you way out of the apartment and to the party .

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When you get to the house , sounds of music blasting and people laughing fills your ears . ‘Tonight is going to be interesting’ you thought . Seokmin opens the door and greats both you and Soyeon happily with his signature smile , giving you a once over before moving aside to welcome you inside .

“Y/N !! Soyeon !! You guys made it !! Come in , come in ; everything’s the same as usual - drinks are all in the kitchen , everyone’s pretty much in the main room or out back , if you need anything , just find me .” He winks at you and you can’t help the shy smile and soft blush that graces your face . Soyeon didn’t miss the interaction and promptly took the opportunity to sneak off to find Yuto . When the blush dies down and you turn to face her , she’s long gone .

“You look stunning by the way” Seok praised , reaching out to tug at your wrist “honestly Y/N what are you doing to me hm?” His flirting was still embarrassing but it made you giggle nonetheless , pushing him away slightly “okay okay I’m sorry but DAAAMMNNNN!!” He yelled out moving you to twirl under his arm by your fingers , “Seokmin stop this right now and go get me a drink or I swear to God I’ll go hang out with Soyeon all night instead !” You giggle out , staring back into his eyes with mock seriousness while he continued making faces looking you up and down . “Ahhhh no Y/N don’t hurt me that way , I’ll be right back” walking backwards away from you he continued smirking “raspberry vodka ?” He asks and you nod back in confirmation . He knew you so well .

While you waited for Seokmin to return you watched the people around you , getting the lay of the party and trying to keep an eye on Soyeon . She had made it a mission to win her way into Yuto’s heart ( or more like his pants ) tonight and to say she was relying on the liquid courage was a serious understatement . If she needed it you were more than ready to come to her rescue . As if on cue , you spotted her laughing at something the taller boy had said flirtatiously across the room. Shaking your head and stifling another giggle , you moved further into the main room . And that’s when your eyes locked on to the very last person you had wanted to see tonight . Vernon . He was wearing dark jeans and a light patterned shirt; his hair tousled onto his face effortlessly - he looked good. Great even . He stared right back into your soul , for once without his signature smirk paired with teasing eyes and for some reason neither of you looked away . Not till Seokmin came back , pulling your focus .

“One raspberry vodka for one very pretty lady” he charmed , handing you the red plastic cup .

“Why thank you kind Sir” you whipped back , winking at him . The both of you held eye contact while taking sips of your respective drinks before again bursting into a fit of giggles . This is why you loved Seokmin , he was fun and easy to be around , he always made you feel special and having a flirting buddy seriously took the edge off these otherwise tedious parties . For a second you allowed your eyes to wonder back over to Vernon . He was still watching you, only now his eyes seemed to have darkened as he watched Seokmin continue to shamelessly flirt , which confused you - but it wasn’t your problem so you went back to laughing at whatever stupid thing Seok was whispering in your ear .

For the rest of the night you stuck by Seokmin’s side , flirting with each other with gentle touches and quick words . Somehow you’d both ended up on the couch , your legs thrown over one of his muscular thighs, his fingers gently grazing along them while talking with some of his S V T brothers about nothing in particular . To anyone watching who didn’t know about your close friendship , it looked like the pair of you were together - that’s exactly how it looked to Vernon and it made his blood boil . He had been watching you from the moment you’d arrived , unable to take his eyes away from you ; your body ; your face when you laughed ; your hands touching Seokmin ; his hands that seemed to always be touching you . It was like he was entranced by your beauty . Well , he always knew you were beautiful , that was part of the reason he was always trying to rile you up . He found you exceptionally beautiful , especially when you got passionate about something . But tonight ... tonight you looked like a goddess and he could not stop staring . Seeing you so friendly with Seokmin was starting to grate on him . He didn’t like seeing his hands on your thigh or the way your fingers danced along the back of Seokmin’s neck - and it was becomming harder to contain .

Feeling like something was off, you take a moment to glance around the room (just in time to spot Soyeon following Yuto up the stairs and you make a mental note to grill her tomorrow) eventually your eyes once again meet Vernon’s . He looks pissed again and doesn’t turn away as you stare him down curiously . Why was he giving you such dirty looks tonight ? And why were you being so effected by whatever Vernon Chwe was doing ? Usually you could brush him off and try and ignore whatever snide comments he would make ; but tonight he wasn’t pestering you with teasing looks or backhand remarks; tonight he looked mad at you . What for was yet another mystery.

Ignoring him again you face back to Seok and try to reintegrate into the conversation . He was talking with Seungkwan about something or another ; holding onto you tighter every time he laughed at the younger boy ; making Vernon clench his jaw slightly at the movement of his fingers against your flesh . Beginning to feel slightly uncomfortable under Vernon’s unrelenting gaze , you decide its time for another drink .

“I’m going to get a drink” you leaned in and whispered against Seokmin’s ear so that he’d release your legs . Straightening out your skirt and heading towards the kitchen , not missing the way Vernon quickly followed behind you.

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“Are you going to be watching me all night Vernon or will you be able to find a life in the next few hours ?” You shot at him without even turning around as you refilled the red cup with more liquor .

“Since when were you and Seokmin so close?” He threw back , seemingly unfazed by the harshness of your voice. Finally turning around to face him , you’re met with the same dark gaze he’d held for most of the night . “Excuse me ?”

“I didn’t realise you two were so close , I mean with his hands all over your legs you must be close right ?” Now his voice being the harsh one you were taken back by the tension that was brewing between the two of you . Vernon took a step closer eyeing you closely but you didn’t move , just simply looked back at him in surprise . “Well it’s really none of your business how close Seok and I are is it ?” Trying to keep your voice firm was increasingly difficult the closer he stepped towards you. Soon he was close enough that you could feel his breath hit your face . His scent drawing you in - how the hell did he still smell this good after being surrounded by alcohol ?! “You look unbelievable . It’s really not fair that Seokmin has had you beside him all night” Vernon’s voice dropped dangerously low as he continued to stare deep into your eyes , making your breathing hitch .

“I like being with Seokmin , he’s fun and he takes care of me” you counter back , trying not to give in to him . But Vernon doesn’t stop, he simply moves even closer never once breaking eye contact . You feel his hands start to dance up your arms and it sends a familiar shiver down your spine . ’Vernon Chwe is making you flustered’ the thought disappears as soon as you feel his nose brush against your own .“I can take care of you.” The gruffness to his voice paired with the gentleness of his touch had your thighs clenching and had you leaning further into his touch. “I really want to kiss you right now.” He whispered against your lips , practically already touching.

“Then you should kiss me.”

∴

The next few moments felt like a blur . The pair of you locked together , Vernon’s body pressing you tightly against the kitchen counter , carefully reaching around you to move the half full cups of liquor out of the way . His hands then moved slowly up to cup both of your cheeks so he could deepen the kiss even more . Feeling dizzy off his touches , when you felt his tongue swipe innocently against your bottom lip you didn’t even have to think before opening your mouth to him . ‘He tastes like candy’ you thought .

Things were moving fast and the kiss soon became less innocent and spontaneous and more passionate and sloppy . It was all clashing teeth and tongues fighting for dominance but soon enough the need for oxygen overpowered everything else and the both of you pulled away , just enough to look into each others eyes . Both breathless and blushing , suddenly you felt shy . You had just made out with Vernon Chwe at some frat party .... you ..... and Vernon . The boy you would have sworn to be your enemy and you had just sucked tongues with him ; the worst part being you wanted to do it again . Oh how badly you wanted to do it again , but you were frozen just staring back into his eyes .

“Do you want to go somewhere else ?” He whispered , still trying to catch his breath , the desire evident as his eyes keep moving from your eyes to your lips . Not wanting to risk your voice cracking you just nodded . Your thoughts had quickly gone from wanting to throw things at Vernon’s head to wanting to see it between your thighs and it was embarrassing how turned on you were . Vernon however seemed more than confident in his actions as he swiftly laced his fingers between your own and lead you through the house up to an empty bedroom . And you had just let him take you , seriously what had gotten into you ?

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Soon enough you had your back pressed against the door and were once again locking lips with Vernon . Your fingers wove their way into the locks of hair at the back of his neck , tugging slightly when you felt him bite down on your lower lip . His hands lazily playing with the hem of your skirt .

“Does Seokmin touch you like this ?” he asked as his hands slipped underneath the tight fabric and gently bunching it up at your waist , exposing the wetness visible on your matching lace panties . “Does Seokmin make you this wet ?” He asked again , sliding a finger over the wet spot . How could his words be so rough but his actions so gentle ? You thought to yourself as you tried not to fall apart already .

You desperately tugged at his hair trying to stop the talk and resume kissing , but he stayed where he was - trapping you against the door with his body , left hand cupping your neck keeping your foreheads together while his other hand cupped your heat , teasing you over the thin lacey fabric . “I don’t want to talk about Seokmin . I want you Vernon , please “ you whimpered out and the sound had Vernon’s jeans tightening , but still he didn’t give in , wanting to see just how needy you were for him as his fingers continued their teasing. Like the expert you were , you began begging . “Please Vernon , please touch me I need ... “ cut off by a gasp as you felt him pull down your panties and move his fingers through your folds . His face burying in the crook of your neck , nibbling and sucking on the skin , you held onto his shoulders for leverage at the fear of your knees giving out .

“So pretty” he whispered into your neck , “you’re always so pretty , can we take these off ?” He asks as his hands moved to tug at your remaining clothes . You pulled off your jacket and top while Vernon kneeled down and removed your boots , kissing up your legs and gently biting on your hip as he moved back up . Suddenly feeling exposed and cold , you pulled Vernon back into another kiss , missing his body heat and needing to hold onto something. Reaching down he grabs you by your thighs and quickly moves the both of you towards the bed .

“God you’re so beautiful , how are you this beautiful ?” Vernon moved on top of you so he could look at you better , his hands idly playing with your now erect nipples , “I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N” lips latching themselves back onto your neck, bruising the skin, “let me show you how bad I want you , let take care of you” hands moving your legs to wrap around his waist pushing himself flush against your naked body, “you’ll let me take care of you right baby ?”

“God yes , Vernon please , take your clothes off” you tugged at his shirt and used your feet to try and push off his jeans . Reluctantly peeling himself away to undress and not even a second later he was back on top of you , moving his hand between your legs . He gently slides one finger inside your core to see if you were ready for him , causing you to moan softly, “you’re so wet Y/N , can you take another finger baby ?” Eagerly nodding along , biting you lip at the sensation of Vernon gradually adding more fingers , your attention is pulled by the feeling of his throbbing dick pressing against your thigh . Reaching out you grab onto his member and slowly stroke him in time with the thrusts of his fingers inside you , making his breathing hitch .

“Vernon , I want you , now , please” you beg him as your stomach tightens with each of his movements , the sound of you falling apart and the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers is enough to make him let out a string of breathy moans .

Pulling his fingers out of you , Vernon moved them to his lips and sucked them dry, holding eye contact with you and encouraging another blissful moan to fall from your lips . “You sound so pretty when you moan for me baby “ he leans down to kiss your lips tenderly while his hand fumbles around for a condom in the bedside cabinet . “Are you sure about this ?” He asks earnestly while rolling the condom on and pumping himself slowly .

“I’m sure . I want this Vernon , I want you .”

That being the confirmation he needed , he wastes no time slipping into you . You weren’t a virgin so while not painful , the stretch had you gasping for air and clinging to his shoulders.

Waiting for you to adjust to his size , Vernon plants soft kisses all over your face , whispering praises and confessions .

“Vernon , move “ you whispered back once you were ready , relaxing your muscles so he could roll his hips into you .

You thought that Vernon would be rougher with you considering how hard he was , but he took his time ; holding your body as close as possible , making sure you could feel every part of him with each thrust , all the while sucking and kissing marks over your neck and chest .

Feeling impatient and increasingly desperate for your release you use your feet pressed against his ass to try and move faster , hips rising to meet his thrusts . “Vernon faster , please baby go faster .”

Both of your orgasms getting closer , your actions became tougher and needier . A hand scratching down his back while the other tugging at his hair had Vernon rutting into you at an unbelievable pace , getting deeper with each thrust . His own hands moving to hold your hips in place surely leaving bruises with the pressure , that only adding to your pleasure .

Feeling your walls clench around him , Vernon snakes one of his hands between your bodies to run small circles agains your clit , desperately trying to come first .

“Be a good baby and come for me , you’re such a good girl , come for me Y/N” he whispers against your check , kissing down to your neck . It’s clear he’s close as well as his thrusts lose rhythm and become sloppy , so you clench hard around him and push yourself over the edge .

Moaning loudly at the intensity of your orgasm , all you can see is white , your senses in overdrive and legs shaking . You keep a death grip on Vernon’s shoulders to ground yourself and stay awake .

He comes right after you , face buried into your neck moaning your name over and over again into your skin . You both stay like that for a moment , letting your bodies calm down and breathing regulate , eyes feeling heavy . When Vernon slowly moves out of you , your body shivers in overstimulation .

You feel his lips against your forehead and open your eyes to see him throwing the condom into the trash and moving to clean you up with a tissue . After you’re all clean he slips his boxers back on and grabs a shirt from the wardrobe ; moving your arms through the holes and bringing it over your head before lying back down and bringing your body close to his .

“This is your room ?” You ask sleepily , nuzzling into his side . He giggles at your cuteness and starts running his fingers through your hair .

“Yeah , did you think I’d fuck you in some strangers bed ?”

“I didn’t think you’d fuck me at all .”

He looks down at your face and gently leans in to kiss you , “I’ve liked you for the longest time Y/N. “ His sudden confession making your cheeks burn red , you bury yourself further into him.

“ I like you too ,” you confess “I just thought you were a jackass .” This makes him laugh and he kisses you again .

“Yeah I know , I’m sorry for being a jackass.”

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squishyseungkwan · 5 years

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Some things never change

#seventeen #seventeen quotes #seventeen moodboard #incorrect seventeen quotes #boo seungkwan #seungkwan #boo seungkwan icons #hansol vernon chwe #hanson #vernon #verkwan

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poorlydrawnsvt-blog · 5 years

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[17’s KY] your birthday buddy’s always got your back

Happy birthday DK & Vernon!

#source: unknown #seventeen #vernon #hanson vernon chwe #chwe hansol #lee seokmin #dk #dokyeom #birthday #ky

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soonhoonsol · 6 years

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there jihoon goes again, playing with hansol’s nape

pic/vid credits to their respective owners

#im sorry if im not supposed to crop >< i can't find the original posts :((#but this makes me soft #T~T #seventeen #svt #vernon #hanson chwe #woozi #lee jihoon #hoonsol #GIFS AND PICS ARE ALTERNATED #ihavetoomanydistractions

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vernontv · 6 years

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HANSOL❗❗

#I'm BACK #my art #Hanson #vernon #seventeen #svt #seventeen art #hansol vernon chwe #i love him SOSOSOSSO much #im excitef for the album #sorry for lq lol

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leeseokmint · 6 years

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#last one #Vernon #chwe hansol #Hanson #svt #seventeen #comeback #ymmd #you make my day

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seventeenfluff · 3 years

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Dino as Your Boyfriend

a/n Hello my dear friends!!! How are y'all doing. 2021 is just around the corner so new year, new hope, I guess? Corona needs to go away, for real. As I've said before I really have a lot of plans for this blog so please look forward to it and that includes adding other groups (mainly Monsta X) if that is okay with you :D Anyway happy 180+ followers ily ily ❤❤❤

Previous Member: Vernon Hanson Chwe

Let's start of with the fact that Dino is one of the members who would be a simp for their partners

He is also one of the members who is easy to figure out when they like someone because he couldn't hide it very well.

Dino said that him and Woozi doesn't get along well because of their different personalities but honestly I beg to differ because if you look closely, Woozi and Dino is almost the same, personality wise

He is as passionate as Woozi when it comes to their career so yes Dino is someone who would prioritize his work over love

Dino is also a person who is shy at first and doesn't realy shares what he thinks in a situation and would just ride the waves

But once he got comfortable though, Dino is an individual who is not afraid to speak his mind (despite his age) and would let you know if he is unhappy or uncomfortable with something

And just like Joshua, Dino is someone who doesn't filter his words, he would say it in a way that you need to hear it.

but Dino is someone with a lot of patience, I know that he jokes about having to deal with 12 older brothers and we all know how hard it is to deal with an individual personality, what more a dozen personality at once?

His love language includes affirmation, service and time

He is a person not afraid to initiate physical affection but he loves to be receiving end so if you're someone who loves to initiate it, i think you're a good match for him

As I've said Dino is a simp, and he really won't be lowkey about this. He would treat you like a queen (regardless of gender) and would spoil you as much as he could

Though he expects to have the same treatment tho

I feel like Dino because of his age is someone who would stay in a toxic relationship but he is someone who matures and learns very easily so I think one experience (of toxic relationship) is enough for him to know what to do next.

He is also someone who couldn't hide his feelings and emotions, Dino is easy to read specially if you knew him already for a long time.

Not really spontaneous, just like Woozi and Wonwoo (surprise!) Dino is someone who plans the day, specially if it's a date, to the T.

Not really fond at giving gifts but loves having a piece of you on him and you having a piece of him

Subtle couple stuff is thing for him, necklaces, shirts, bracelets or even piercings. Anything that could match but is hard to notice.

Dino is someone who is willing to do anything for anyone that is really important to him. He is someone who would go beyond his limit just to make sure he was able to perform what is asked for him (that part of 1:17 challenge where Dokyeom called him and Dino runned to meet him)

I also think he is someone who alot of preconception on how a relationship should run. He still have this idea that this how a man should act, this is how a couple should be, this is how my girlfriend should be, etc. kind of stuff

So yes if you're uncomfortable with this, talking Dino is the way to go

In connection to that, Dino has a tendency to be dense so like Wonwoo, if you really don't tell him what you are thinking or feeling, Dino would never know.

But Dino is a compassionate person, although he couldn't understand nor relate to what you are feeling, he would try his best to make you feel better through care

e.g you had a bad day. Dino wouldn't be able to relate or understand why you're having one (despite explaining it to him) but he wouldn't say anything else and would do something to make you feel better, like making you a cup of tea :)

as I've said before Dino's priority is his career so I think he is someone who wants someone who openly supports him (honestly, in my opinion he is one of the members who would date a fan)

Doesn't really say I love you frequently but he says it more often compared to the other members. He is in-between Dokyeom and Wonwoo.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen #lee chan #seventeen dino #svt dino #svt reactions #svt imagine #svt x reader #svt au #kpop au #kpop scenarios #fanfic #fluff #seventeen oneshot #seventeen fluff #dino imagines #lee chan imagines #headcanon

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