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On-Air | Vernon/Hansol (II)

genre: fluff, comedy, slight angst, college au | vernon x radio personality!reader summary: under the pseudonym Honey, you are the host of the most popular radio show in the city called Honey Time Radio where you give advice about relationships, school, and life in general. when it comes to your own love-life, however, you don’t have the best luck, and you don’t even follow your own advice! so what happens when you get a call from a listener who’s asking you advice on how to get to your heart? word count: 3112 a/n: glad to see you guys like it so far! warnings include swearing, that it’s a dialogue-heavy fic, and there’s a lot of platonic wonwoo x reader. as seen on my ao3

part i, iii

“He wants to what?” Wonwoo asked, tossing his backpack on his chair in the studio.

You sighed as you slumped in your own chair, trying to settle in before you start Monday night’s show. “He wants to study together. Or grab lunch… Or both, I don’t know, he was being really weird on Friday.”

“Hansol doesn’t want to study,” he scoffed. “In a good semester, he owns one notebook, wide-ruled and maybe three pencils… Hansol doesn’t study.”

“See, that’s what I thought, too! What should I do? Should I say no when he asks for a date and time?”

“What!? No, go through with it! Play along and make him think you think he’s smart and likes to study!”

“Why would I do that!?”

“Because Hansol’s just that guy, you know? He likes to impress girls by liking things that they’re interested in and that’s how he makes them fall for him. I’ve seen his work.”

“And I’m supposed to just listen to him talk about how the mitochondria is the trap house of the cell and I’ll fall in love with him?”

“Yes! Or at least try to, it’s obvious he’s interested in you.”

“I don’t know why he’s even bothering. He’s probably just using me to get to Honey.”

“_____, not every guy is like that.”

“I don’t know, I’ve got a pretty good streak going on,” you said sarcastically. “I’m at a whopping five boys who have played me.”

“Ok, so there’s a chance that Hansol might be using you to get to Honey. But what if he isn’t? Are you going to let your connection with Honey cock-block you for the rest of your life?”

“That’s not what I meant,” you pouted. “I can still get laid if I want to.”

“But that’s not the same as a relationship.”

“I don’t think I should be taking relationship advice from someone who brings home a different girl every thirsty Thursday.”

“Hey, this is you we’re discussing, not me,” he scolded, though you could see him holding back his proud grin.

“Shut up and press the button already, we’re like fifteen seconds behind,” you demanded. He mocked your nagging with funny faces before dramatically pressing on the ‘On-Air’ button.

You sighed deeply into your mic. “Hello, friends. It’s your favorite problematic duo here, Honey and Wonwoo, aka HonWon. Or should it be HonWoo? HonWoo makes more sense, doesn’t it? I don’t know, let us know what you guys think our ship name should be, we trust you.”

“But put my name first!” Wonwoo shouts across the room.

“It’s 7:00 PM on a Monday evening as we’re recording this. You know, the melancholic Mondays are starting to feel a bit numb as the cold season approaches. My only class on Mondays and Wednesdays doesn’t start until three in the afternoon, and do you know what time I got out of bed today? 1:36 PM. And I was still so tired! It might be because I found out yesterday that I didn’t do so hot on my English exam. I almost didn’t get out of bed. I was ready to call Wonwoo to just come over so we can do the show in my room, but I didn’t. I got up, conquered my day, and now here I am, doing what I love by talking with all of you. Getting out of bed is half the battle. I know some days can get harder than others, but I know we can do it. I hope you all did or are doing what you need to do today and are ending your day how you want it to.” Wonwoo shoots you a thumbs up for your motivational speech. “On a much lighter note, I think we’re ready for our first caller! Caller number four, you’re on air.”

“Hello?” a familiar voice said. “Wow, hey, I got it! U-Uh, how are you?”

You and Wonwoo exchange a glance of panic. Neither of you could believe your ears. No way was it Hansol. But looking at Wonwoo’s wide eyes, you began to doubt yourself.

“Hey ~ there ~” you hesitated. “I’m doing well…! How about you?”

“Good, good. Absolutely nervous right now, but you know, good.”

“There’s no need to be nervous here. What’s your name?”

“Vernon,” he said quickly. “My name is Vernon.”

Wonwoo jumps out of his chair from excitement and quickly scribbles on his notepad. In his messy handwriting, you see the words, ‘THAT’S HANSOL’S MIDDLE NAME’ in all caps as he shakes the notepad vigorously.

You suddenly can’t find your voice. Shit, why was he calling!?

“W-Wow, interesting name. Sounds American,” you commented awkwardly as Wonwoo snickered. “So what do you want to talk about, Vernon?”

“This sounds stupid, but do you ever get the feeling that you’re misunderstood?”

You raised your brow at Wonwoo and he did the same. That’s not what either of you expected from Hansol.

“I mean, you seem like someone who’s pretty open about their feelings and what not, and maybe it’s because a lot of us don’t know who you are,” he continued. “But doesn’t that ever feel, I don’t know… Alienating?”

“Huh… You know, I never really thought about it. But I know what you mean. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve wanted to just shout out to the world about who I am. Why do you ask?”

“I feel like I’ve been trying to be someone I’m not for a long time. How emo do I sound right now, do I sound like I’m twelve?”

“No, not at all,” you said, trying to hold back your chuckle as you watched Wonwoo step out of the studio to laugh. “We’ve all been there, I promise you. Why do you think you’re trying to be someone you’re not?”

“I think I’ve just been so used to pretending because it’s gotten me laid so many times,” he chuckled sheepishly. You rolled your eyes at his obvious statement and ignored the sting in your chest. Something like that really shouldn’t bother you as much as it should. “And all of this pretending has sort of become a part of me, you know? All of my friends and all the girls that know me see me as this guy who doesn’t really give a fuck and I’ve kept this facade up for so long that I feel like I’m losing myself and it’s driving me fucking insane! Oh shit, I swore, sorry!”

“No worries, we’ll edit it that out.” Wonwoo rushed back inside to listen to the rest of Hansol’s story. “Why are you suddenly tired of it? It seems like you didn’t have a problem with it until now.”

“This is where the real problem comes in, I guess. So there’s this girl…” As Hansol paused, Wonwoo aggressively pointed his fingers at you with a wide grin on his face. You flipped him off to shut him up. “I really want to get close to her. Not even in that way, you know, at least not yet. Just like… As friends.”

“And you think that she won’t see it that way,” you mused. “You think she’ll see it as an attempt for you to get something else out of it.”

“Exactly! I don’t want to come off as the nice guy because I definitely think that’s what she’s thinking.”

Well, he’s not wrong. You’ve experienced way too many nice guys in the past and it bit you in the ass one hundred percent of the time. You thanked Honey for that.

“Have you asked her to hang out with you yet?” you asked, thinking that he wasn’t talking about you. You really hoped he wasn’t, and if he was, what were you to do if he actually asked to hang out?

“Not yet… We sort of made unoffical plans, but nothing was set in stone.”

“If you really want to be her friend, you have to show her. You know, put in the effort by asking her when she wants to make the plans official.”

“I was going to when I last saw her, but she’s really scary!”

“What!?” you exclaimed, insulted that he thought about you that way. Well, the girl he was talking about… “Why do you want to be friends with her then!?”

“I guess that’s kind of what attracted me to her,” Hansol chuckled. “I’ve never met someone like her before. She’s definitely not just someone I’d bring home for one night.”

“Maybe that’s what’s scarying you, too - commitment.”

“Yeah, that sounds like something I’d be terrified of.”

“I think you just need to put a foot through the door for now. If you’re serious about getting closer to her, then you need to take things slow. I think your idea of just grabbing lunch and hanging out is a great start.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right. I don’t even know why I’m overthinking so much in the first place!”

“You must like her.”

“A little bit,” Hansol sighed dreamily. “She’s really cute…”

A bright blush began to color you cheeks. Even if this wasn’t about you, the way he just talked about ‘her’ was so heartfelt. If this wasn’t about you, you might admit you were a little jealous.

“I wish you the best of luck, Vernon. You can always try calling us back if you need anymore help.”

“You’re the best, Honey. I hope you have a nice night.”

“Y-Yeah, you, too,” your flushing face was starting to get too much for you to handle. “Ok, I’ll be taking a short break as Wonwoo plays music that’s probably too explicit for this station. Be back in five.”

You mute your mic and take a deep breath before chugging some water. Looking at the clock, you saw it was only 7:20. You had over two and a half hours left of the show and you were already tired.

“That’s totally Hansol!” Wonwoo exclaimed. “I know that wannabe-deep voice anywhere! He was talking about you!”

“Shut up, that’s not -”

You were cut off by the loud textone of your cell that lit up the studio. You and Wonwoo froze in your place. You were too afraid to touch your phone and Wonwoo was all too eager, grabbing it before you could and reading the message.

“‘Hey, _____, it’s Hansol’,” Wonwoo read in his best Hansol voice. “‘I was wondering if you’d be free to grab some food after you’re done with Honey Time? I could use a study break.’ Oh, shit, see! I told you!”

“No way…” you whsipered. “So he really wants to be my friend? I don’t understand.”

“He wants to be your friend and then eventually, he wants to be more than just friends, come on, _____, I know you’re not dumb.” Wonwoo vigorously tapped on your phone. “‘Hey, Hansol! I’d love to grab a snack. I can totally help you with studying, too, if you need it.’”

“Hey, I’m not consenting to this!” you pouted. “Why did you agree!? I’m already tired!”

“Shut up, you woke up at 1:30 today. Be prepared to stay up late ‘cuz Hansol’s fucking terrible at science.”

“Why do you hate me?”

“I’m trying to get you laid, you should be thanking me. Oh, he texted back so quickly. ‘I definitely need it, but I couldn’t ask you to stay up so late with me.’ He’s so charming with girls, why doesn’t he ever text me like this?”

“Tell him, ‘Yeah, you’re right, that is too late for me to stay up.’”

“‘It’s no problem at all! I have nothing planned early tomorrow, anyways.’”

“I have a 9:00 AM tomorrow!”

“‘Sounds great, you’re the best. Can’t wait to see you.’ Ooh, you hear that? He can’t wait to see you ~”

“Fuck, break’s over,” you said, unable to curse out Wonwoo for his recklessness. You throw on your headphones and put on your fakest smile. “A~And we’re back. I think relationship advice is one of my favorite forms of advice to give. It’s especially rewarding during the cold seasons, as flourishing love warms my heart.”

“Gross,” Wonwoo commented.

“Too much? Let’s move on then, shall we? Caller number twenty-nine, what’s on your mind?”

“That Vernon guy sounds cute! Can I get his number?”

“Whoops, you’re connection’s going bad,” you said bitterly, purposely hanging up on the caller. “Sorry ~ Try calling again later.”

You ignored the peripheral sight of Wonwoo shaking his head at you in disapproval.

“And that’s all for tonight, folks. Thanks for tuning in, and as usual, stay safe out there. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, same time, same place. This is Honey signing off.”

Your phone lit up as Wonwoo began to shut down the studio. The text was from Hansol.

‘Just listened to the end of the show. I’m already here, but take your time’, it read.

“Jeez, someone’s eager,” Wonwoo said, looking over your shoulder.

“Pray that I won’t embarrass myself tonight.”

“That’s a waste of a prayer because I know you’ll do so, anyways.”

“Thanks for your support…”

“You’re welcome! I’ll head out first. You can tell him Honey left with me through the back door if he asks.”

“How is it that I hate you and love you at the same time?”

“The real statement is you hate that you can’t love me anymore than you already do.”

“Goodnight, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo left the studio first and you took the two minutes of alone time that you had to mentally prepare yourself for this little, uh, date you had with Hansol. From the way that he was talking to Honey, it seemed like he thought you were intimidating, or something. But he also said that’s what attracted you to him in the first place… Should you be keeping up your own facade as Hansol was trying to break down his own?

Walking outside of the studio, you see Hansol waiting for you in sweats and a hoodie. He looked extremely tired and you wonder if it’s because he’s actually been studying a lot this whole time or if he’s just that tired.

He greeted you with another dazzling, gummy grin. “Hey! How was the show?”

Shit, you almost forgot he was your first caller earlier. Whenever you met your callers, you were always so awkward around them because it was hard for you to keep your cool and your secret a secret.

“It went well. Honey had a lot of callers talk about relationships today. It was interesting to listen to, to say the least.”

“Yeah… Do people ever call back and tell her if her advice worked?”

“I think a couple of times, but not really. It’s a shame, she and I always want to know if it ever worked out,” you said, trying to clue him in on calling again after tonight.

“Have you ever asked her about relationship advice before?” he asked you.

You shake your head. “No. Not yet, at least.”

“Why not?”

“Not to toot my own horn, but I think I’m pretty good at gauging how I feel about someone right when I meet them. If I have a feeling they’re using me for something, I cut them off.”

“I think your gauge must like me then,” he said, smiling proudly.

“I think so, too.”

“Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you needed help…”

You and Hansol sat at a table in one of the 24-hour cafes on campus. He paid for your drink as a thank you for tonight. You noticed he liked his coffee black.

It was 10:30 right now, and with midterms coming up, you weren’t surprised to see that the place was packed. Hansol scattered all of his notes, past quizzes, and past exams on the table in front of you. His quizzes and exams had a lot of numbers in the 50s and 60s written in red ink.

“The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell,” he said robotically.

“I can see that you got that question right, at least,” you said, pointing to one of his quizzes.

“Ugh, what do I do? The second midterm is next week and if I don’t get at least a B in that, I gotta retake the course in the summer!”

“Have you actually been studying?”

“Yes, I swear! It’s just that science isn’t really my subject and I have to take this course because I gotta fulfill the fucking gen-ed requirements.”

“What are you even majoring in?”

“International relations,” he grinned.

“Wow, I didn’t expect that.”

“Not many people do. Suits me, doesn’t it?” he asked. “Imagine me in a sexy, black suit, looking sexy. Totally my major, right?”

“Seems like you wanna be a fashion model instead.”

“Am I that handsome to you?”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “Go study.”

“What, you’re supposed to be helping me!”

“You’re distracting yourself!”

“Distracting myself or you?” he teased, leaning in closer.

You sighed, pulling on his hoodie strings to close the hood. “Do you flirt with all of your tutors?”

“Is it working?”

Hansol’s hands wrapped around yours so you’d let go of the hoodie strings. His hands were soft and warm, exactly how you expected them to be. Almost immediately, you yanked your hands back, not used to the closeness.

What have you gotten yourself into?

“Oh, sorry -”

“N-No, don’t worry about it! I’m just not used to, um, skinship.”

“Haven’t you had a boyfriend before?”

“No, not really,” you shook your head. “I’ve dated guys here and there, but it never worked out.”

“How come?”

You looked at Hansol and saw genuine interest in his eyes. You could tell he didn’t see you as that crazy girl who couldn’t get a boyfriend. If he really was trying to get closer to you for Honey, you couldn’t tell and you didn’t want to believe it.

You shrugged. “Just not lovable enough, I guess.”

“Did someone tell you that?”

“No, I just assumed.”

“Good, I thought I had to beat someone up,” he smirked.

“Then you really won’t pass biology.”

“Will you help tutor me still if I don’t pass?” he begged, batting his long eyelashes at you.

“No, because you’re going to pass, starting by labelling all of these organelles in a eukaryotic cell.”

“Ok, but after I get us more coffee.”

“Oh, no, that’s ok -”

“Nonsense! Friends get friends more coffee, right?” he winked, taking your empty cup.

“You’re stalling.”

“I definitely am.”

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