#hansol au

[shadowkoo]

What Friends Are For

→ Summary: When your closest friend confides in you with something truly surprising, it's only natural to step in and offer your assistance, because that's what true friends do, right?

↠ vernon x f.reader | 2.8k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, best friends, friends to lovers, virgin/first time au

→ Warnings: explicit & unprotected sex, oral sex (male & female receiving), handjob, doggy, language, creampie, jealousy, teasing, slightly dominant!vernon, virgin!vernon, riding, breast play, nipple play, dirty talk, fingering, rough sex, deep dicking, hair pulling, begging, cum swallowing, deep throating

→ Author note: This is an updated version of an old fic of mine, I hope you enjoy it!!! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

“You can’t be serious!” you burst out laughing, sharing a dumbfounded look with your best friend. You’re at his apartment and he just finished telling you the most ridiculous thing ever. You chuckle again while you continue to look for a movie to watch. “You are such a liar.”

“I’m dead serious, don’t laugh,” Vernon huffs, “You have no idea what it’s like having to pretend with the guys like I know what I’m talking about.”

“Oh please, I know you’ve watched porn before and I still don’t believe that you’ve never at least gotten a blowjob before.” He can’t be a virgin. And you seriously doubt he’s made it to twenty-five without ever having his knob slobbered on.

“Well, it’s true! So just let it go,” he barks. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You look over to see if he’s just playing with you, he has to be. But you’re surprisingly shocked to see that he genuinely looks upset.

Realizing you hit a nerve, you apologize. “I’m sorry, I guess I just can’t believe it.” You click on a random movie to ease the awkwardness and decide to text your friends.

♡y/n♡: okie serious question, who wants to blow vern [7:50 pm]

♡cee♡: askjlasjdflkj !! [7:50 pm]

♡mal♡: giiiirl what are you on [7:50 pm]

♡y/n♡: he’s feeling down, someone’s gotta take one for the team [7:50 pm]

♡anna♡:: 👀 …. [7:51 pm]

♡anna♡: KIDDING [7:51 pm]

♡anna♡: but on a real note, why can’t you?? [7:51 pm]

♡y/n♡: ur joking right [7:51 pm]

♡cee♡: yeah you do it, i’m busy rn [7:51 pm]

♡cee♡: plus we all know he wants none of us [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: lmao truuu [7:52pm]

♡y/n♡: what’s that supposed to mean?? [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: idk why don’t u suck on ur boyfriend [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: sorry i mean boy FRIEND [7:52 pm]

♡mal♡: major emphasis on the friend [7:52 pm]

♡y/n♡: i hate you guys [7:52 pm]

♡anna♡: no u don’t, now grow a pair of balls and play with his [7:52 pm]

♡y/n♡: OMG [7:53 pm]

♡cee♡: ur with him, aren’t you? sounds like the perfect time to do it [7:53 pm]

♡anna♡: and let us know after how it was 😏 and size, we’re all curious [7:53 pm]

You set your phone down intentionally upside down so Vernon can’t see the messages. At one point, you did have feelings for him but you pushed them aside in fear of ruining your friendship. How pathetic is that? Peeking over at him, you wonder if those feelings ever actually went away, or if you’ve been pretending this whole time.

He’s very attractive, that’s obvious. The last time you thought about your feelings for Vernon was about a year ago when he started dating this horrible girl. She was awful, but he was trapped under her spell and it drove you two apart. Back then, you thought that it was for the best since you wouldn’t have had the courage to tell him to break up with her and date you instead.

They dated for almost 6 months, and when they broke up Vernon was devastated. It didn’t take long for your friendship to go back to normal after their time apart, so that’s why you didn’t want to take any chances now.

Those 6 months without him were miserable and you didn’t want to live without Vernon in your life again. He was too special to you to let something as silly as old feelings come between your friendship. You don’t want to mess it up.

But on the other hand, you’ve heard friendships often create the best relationships. Would yours?

Vernon cares for you, that’s a given. But how far does it go? Sure, you two pretty much act like you’re in a relationship, but you haven’t kissed. Other than that one time when you brought drunk Vernon home… but that didn’t count because he was trashed at the time and didn’t remember it, or so you told yourself.

If you are ever going to make a move, now is the time. Do you really want to lose another chance that the universe is obviously lining you up for? Why else would he bring up the fact that he’s never had a blowjob unless he secretly wants you to give him one? Does he want more than a blowjob? Does he want you to…take his virginity?

You force yourself to quit overthinking and muster up enough courage to ask, “Vern?”

“Hmm?” he responds. He’s so caught up in the movie you’re watching that he doesn’t seem to notice you sit up and scoot closer to him. Your hands are shaking but you aren’t going to let that stop you.

‘God, what am I doing? This is so embarrassing…’

“Can I…” You mumble nervously, not being able to finish the sentence.

“Can you what?” He asks back, still not really registering what you are about to say.

’Well,’ you think to yourself, ’It’s now or never.’

You move off the couch to kneel in front of him and rest a hand on his thigh, commanding his attention away from the TV screen.

“Please, let me.”

It takes Vernon less than a second to understand exactly what you’re asking and he has no idea how to respond.

If he’s being honest, he’s always had a thing for you. Though he’s never had the guts to make a move or even admit it to you.

He swallows nervously as his length inevitably twitches in his pants. “You’re joking right?” ‘She can’t be serious. There’s no way. This had to be some kind of sick joke. But you don’t look like you were joking. In fact, you look like you’re pleading. Holy shit…’

“Not at all. I mean, we’re friends, right? Friends help each other,” you say while sliding your hands up to the button of his jeans. His eyes follow your movements as you unzip his pants and reach a hand in.

“You really don’t have to. Mingyu’s having a party and I’ll find someone and get laid this week-” his words are lost in his mouth as you wrap your small hand around his rather growing member.

“Why would you want a stranger to do it when you could have me? That’s what friends are for, silly.” You’re trying your damn hardest to make it sound like you’re doing him a favor as a friend and not doing this out of your own desire, your own need to touch him - to taste him. It’s your safety net in case he says no. In case this ends badly. However, you aren’t so sure that’s the message you’re sending since you’re quickly pulling his pants down his thighs.

You look up at him and run a finger over his tip before bringing him into your mouth for a taste. “Before I continue, I need to hear you say that you’re alright with it. Tell me that you want my mouth on your cock,” you demand playfully while your hands stroke his length.

Vernon is at war with himself. Should he give in to his desire of wanting you? Or should he pull back, laugh this off, and forget about this? How the hell is he supposed to forget about this? To forget the look of you on your knees asking to suck him off? There’s no way. It’s impossible.

“Fuck,” Vernon rubs a hand over his face and you freeze in fear of what he’s going to say. “Babe, you can do whatever you want to me. Fuck.”

Without hesitating a second longer, you lean down to take him in between your lips. His girth stretches your mouth in the most wonderful way, and you’re unable to control the moan that escapes from your parted lips. God, you aren’t even embarrassed. You lift your eyes up to watch him, his mouth ever so slightly opens and his tongue drifts out to lick his lips.

Vernon is lost. Is he supposed to hold your hair? Is he just supposed to sit here and watch? Should he be praising you right now? He has absolutely no idea. All he knows is that what you’re doing with your mouth is driving him crazy. “Oh my god, this is what I’ve been missing out on? This whole time?” Vernon leans his head back in pleasure. “Fuck,” he gasps, “I have a lot to catch up on.”

Hearing his words gives you more courage, and you relentlessly bob your head on his length, making sure to have just enough suction while doing so.

You pull back for air and let your hands tug on him while you kiss his tip, listening happily to his husky groans. Honestly, this is the best part of giving a blowjob. Knowing that you can make a guy, let alone Vernon, feel this good. You feel him twitch in your mouth and moan in pleasure. Drool is running onto your hands at this point, proof of how much you like his taste.

Vernon smirks, “I don’t know who’s enjoying this more. You,” he quickly inhales as you shove your mouth further down onto his length, “Or me.”

You slowly pull your mouth off of him, watching his face twist as you tease the underside of his tip with your tongue. “I don’t know, the look on your face tells me that you’re enjoying this a lot,” you taunt.

His legs quiver as his length once again finds the back of your throat, your hands massaging his balls. It’s too much. He has to cum, he can’t wait.

Wanting to help him out, you hum and instantly feel the sticky liquid running down your throat. Your hunger grows listening to Vernon call out your name, his hand pulling at the hair by your neck.

He watches in wonder while you swallow him, licking some of his seed off his length when you release him from your mouth. You lift a finger to rub the remaining cum around his tip, “You came.” Vernon shudders while you tease his sensitive member.

“Shit, Y/N,” he whimpers, “I couldn’t hold it any longer; not when you were doing that last thing.”

“I hope you’re not tired because I am so not done with you yet,” you whisper. You had a taste of him, and now you want more. You want all of him, and you don’t want to wait another second.

The lingering salty aftertaste in your mouth is washed away by Vernon's kiss as he pulls you up onto his lap. He lifts your shirt up and off of you, barely breaking contact with your lips in the process, before he takes off his own in the same manner.

Your hands rub along his chest, feeling his muscles tighten and relax as your touch moves along his silky skin. His head dips down to catch one of your breasts in his mouth. You roll your head back as his tongue plays with your hardening nub, a gasp leaving you when his teeth graze your nipple.

Your head snaps up when he pulls away from you.

He chuckles, “Relax, it’s time for me to return the favor.” He leaves a wet kiss on your other breast and moves down to nibble on the inner part of your thighs. After what feels like years, his hands reach for the waistband of your shorts and pull them and your panties off of you.

His tongue protrudes out and licks your center before moving closer to your clit, which he circles and sucks on gently at first. His mouth on your heat pulls moan after moan out of you, and you involuntarily take a fistful of his blonde locks when his tongue enters you repeatedly.

Vernon pulls back all out of breath and his cheeks glistening. God, it’s such a turn on to see him like that, his face damp with your cum. He reaches for you at the same time you grab for him. His lips crash against yours, your tongues twisting with each other.

Vernon slides a hand back down between your naked bodies and rubs your sensitive clit, making your back arch in pleasure. You moan into his mouth which he gladly swallows before sliding two fingers into your dripping heat, bringing you right back to where you just were. Only this time, your juices cover his long fingers instead of his face.

Just as you finish riding out your amazing orgasm, Vernon starts to sit up. Although, your hands are wrapped around his neck so he doesn’t make it that far. You pull him back down onto you, which he isn’t ready for. His knee falls next to yours, his other foot landing on the floor, causing his length to rub right up against your wet heat.

You both gasp at the contact, but it isn’t enough for you. Your hand moves to grip his member and bring him further between your lower lips, your hips moving along with his - until he hesitates, his eyes full of worry…

Vernon bites his bottom lip as you ask, “What is it?”

“I don’t know if we should go any further. I don’t have protection,” he explains.

“Oh Vernon, I don’t care. I need to feel you.” You kiss him again. “I’m on birth control anyway. I need you inside me,” you finish before gripping his hair to pull him closer to you. “Fuck me, Vernon. Fuck me hard, please,” you beg, “It’s all I’ve dreamt about. I need your thick cock stretching me out. Please, Vernon,”

Vernon almost dies hearing you say that. Shit, he’s dreamt about this moment too, and watching you beg him to fuck you like that made his length twitch with excitement. There is no way in hell he’s going to say no to you after hearing that. He leans in to kiss you hard before dipping his tip into your dewy folds. He’s being too gentle for your liking, typical Vernon behavior, so you push him to sit up and lean against the back of the couch, yourself following, and slide the rest of the way down onto him.

It takes you a moment to collect yourself before rolling your hips into his. Once you’re ready, you anchor yourself by holding onto his shoulders and he lifts his hips up to meet your delicious pace.

Your arousal soaks his member as he slides deep inside you. It’s a perfect fit, he hit all the right places and has you squirming in his arms.

“Oh my god, Vernon!” you whine, gyrating your hips to bring some relief to your aching bundle of nerves. Sweat covers both of your bodies as you fuck each other. The pleasure is almost unbearable; your insides scream for release.

As if he knows exactly what you want, Vernon flips you over and squeezes your ass cheeks before he enters you from behind. You push your face into the throw pillow below your head and grip the sofa’s arm for dear life.

“Oh god, don’t s-stop,” you drag out while he ferociously pounds into you. Vernon groans and hovers over top of you. His hand wraps around your neck and pulls your back against him.

This new angle has you shivering and Vernon can tell that you’re close again. His other hand wraps around your waist, pulling you down onto him harder. The sound of your arousal echoes through his living room, your breaths combining with the creaks of his couch.

You feel Vernon stiffen inside you, he’s close. “Cum in me. I want to feel you cum in me,” you sigh, begging for him to do so.

Vernon grits his teeth, there’s nothing he wants more than to fill you up with his cum right this second. Your legs clench as you tip over the edge. The climax hits you both instantaneously and sends you spiraling.

“Oh my god, oh god!” you cry out. Wave after wave of pleasure passes through your limp body. Thankfully Vernon is still holding onto you or you would have fallen off the couch. Resting against him, your breathing matches his.

His delicate touch leaves goosebumps along your body where his fingers trace. Everywhere tingles. You can’t remember the last time that you came this hard. It’s earth-shattering, exhausting, and yet you feel totally full of new energy at the same time.

Vernon’s cum starts leaking out of your folds, it’s a strange feeling. This is the first time you let someone cum in you and it felt oddly satisfying. Vernon reaches over to the coffee table and grabs a tissue to clean you up with before laying back down on the couch, bringing you on top of him.

“Jesus,” He pants, still completely out of breath, “Where the fuck did that come from.”

“I don’t know but I’ll be needing more of that when I wake up,” you moan, your eyelids feeling awfully heavy. Vernon’s chest vibrates, laughing at your response. He puts an arm around your waist as he whispers, “Thank you, for… well you know. That.”

“Mmm, no problem.” You turn your head over to look up at him and smile devilishly, “That’s what friends are for, remember?”

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[seokgyuu]

heyyy hope you're having a good day

so imagine meeting Vernon's family for the first time. you were so nervous but his parents were really nice so you felt comfortable instantly, But as you had been tense for days you felt the need to get off, so when he showed you his childhood bedroom you needed him to fuck you right then and there. As y'all know Vernon is disciplined and wouldn't want you to misbehave either. but he finally agreed when you begged (how can he resist you) he didn't want you to make a sound tho... soo wall sex with Vernon in his childhood bedroom with his fam outside?

hii omg yes, thank you! I hope you are having a great day too!!! <3

interesting that you came to me about vernon since he is still up in challenge me and i haven't written anything about him yet BUT... i love it, hehe.

So, as a thank you for this, find a little bit more under the read more... hehe.

PAIRING: Vernon x Afab!Reader

WARNINGS: begging, slight degradation, use of pet names (baby, slut, whore), doggy, dirty talk, creampie

WORDCOUNT: 620

"You really are insatiable, aren't you, baby?" Vernon chuckles behind you. His body is pressed against yours, your breath stuck in your throat as you feel his member throb inside of you. He hasn't moved since he entered you, your hips wiggling, but he doesn't let you go. Instead he kisses your neck, sucks on the sensitive skin. Both of you are aware his family is outside. Both of you know it's risky. And yet, how could he ever say no to you, especially when you begged him to fuck you? Just the words alone: "Vernonie... I need your cock, please just fuck me, I'll be quiet!" had already been it for him.

"P-Please," you whined now, tears pooling in your eyes. Your boyfriend smirks against your skin, one hand that was holding you against the wall before now moves down and to your front, thumb pressing down on your sensitive clit.

"Really think you can take it? And be quiet, my little slut?" You nod rapidly and Vernon licks his lips before he finally does his first thrust, having you gasp. Your walls clench around him and he presses his face against your neck, hips now not able to stop from fucking into you. When he hears your first moan, he brings his other hand to your mouth, his cock drilling into you at even quicker speed. His mouth is dropped as he watches how his cock slides in and out of you, his orgasm not far. You had riled him up so bad and now you were here, your frontside pressed against the wall of his childhood bedroom, his cock deep inside your wet and needy pussy. Never could he say no to you, never could he resist knowing he had you in the room he used to sleep in, jerking off to images of you, his high school crush.

"Fuck, you're so tight and wet for me, baby, such a needly little whore, can't even wait until we're back home for me to fuck her." His words make your eyes roll back and you throw your hips against him, having him reposition you as a reaction. Now, he has your back arched, your hands prepped against the wall as he fucks you like this, one hand still on your mouth while the other is on your back, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sure to have you see stars in less than a few minutes. Your boyfriend throws his head back, a deep groan leaving him when he feels you pulsating around his length. You wanna scream, tell him to fill you up, but you know him well enough to know he will do so anyways. He always does what you need him to, even without you saying it.

And you're right - he continues his spiel, his hips at perfect speed and strength, his breath getting heavier, his groans becoming more desperate. When he feels you come undone around him, drool against his hand so close to drip down your chin, he can't help it anymore.

"Yeah, just like that, cum on my cock, baby. Milk me, fuck, gonna cum and fill you up so good, shit." He lets his hand wader to your hair, pulling you up against his chest as he finishes inside of you; hot perfect cum shooting inside of you, both of you riding your highs out with each other.

Once he slips out of you, he turns you around, his lips finding yours without any trouble.

"I love you," he whispers against your lips and you giggle.

"I love you too. Now, please get me something to clean myself up before your cum drips on your parent's carpet."

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[gamerwoo]

hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, best friends to strangers to maybe friends again??, possibly one-sided pining??, angst in the beginning, fluff at the end

word count: 1,316

summary: so maybe it's true that i can't live without you; and maybe two is better than one; but there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life and you've already got me coming undone; and i'm thinking two is better than one

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a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics and dialogue in plain bold is korean

previous song | next song | back to playlist

_____🤙: where did you want to meet?

Hansol didn’t expect a text back -- your contact still had the same emoji by it since the last time you texted -- but you didn’t expect to ever agree to seeing him again. Maybe it was because you were over him. Maybe it was because your heart had healed enough from the situation.

Or maybe it was because seeing his name pop up on your phone gave you momentary butterflies. It had been so long since you’d gotten a text from him -- well, anyone in Seventeen -- and it made you feel...weird.

Either way, the unexpected was the reason the two of you found yourself meeting up at a small, family-owned ramen restaurant. It was a place you and Hansol had discovered while driving around one night before getting caught up in an unexpected rainstorm. Neither of you could see the road through the pouring rain, so you pulled over by the sidewalk and saw this place’s crappy neon sign and decided to give it a try.

The owners were an elderly couple, and their grandkids helped them run it. The pair of grandkids -- they were around your age -- had mentioned studying abroad in America, and you remembered the boy had even hit on you when bringing you the check for your meal the first time you were there. The middle The sister rolled her eyes and called him a ‘stupid moron’ in Korean before switching to English because her grandparents shouted from the back for her to not use that language in front of customers.

Not only were they funny, but their food was amazing -- especially after being drenched in the rain running into the small building. It was one of the many spots you and Hansol nonverbally declared ‘yours’.

Going inside, you’d noticed there was a third person working now. He seemed a few years younger than the two grandkids -- and you assumed he was related to them judging from the way the three spoke to each other -- and the two grandkids were trying to teach him English. So you two listened to them teach him while you waited for your meals in silence.

Well, until you heard a familiar guitar strum over the small, black bluetooth speaker they kept at the counter to quietly play background music.

“We don’t need to show him this mushy crap,” the brother groaned.

“Shh!” the sister sharply shushed him before quickly saying, “This couple hasn’t been in here for so long, I thought they died! I wanna set a good mood for them.”

Hansol bowed his head to silently laugh, but he was surprised to hear you chuckle. He lifted his head to glance at you, seeing you shake your head as your eyes looked at the table.

“I can’t believe they remember us,” he finally said.

“We were probably their only regulars,” you shrugged. “Most days, we were the only people in here.”

‘I remember what you wore on the first day; You came into my life and I thought, hey you know this could be something.’

Finally, for the first time since you walked into the restaurant and sat down across from him, the two of you looked at each other. Hansol looked the same -- maybe a tiny bit thinner in the face -- except for the fact his hair was now a grey-blue color. But his warm brown eyes were still the same, looking at you softly like they always did.

“How’ve you been?” Hansol asked you.

You looked down at the table again, breaking the eye contact first.

“The same, I guess,” you shrugged. “Lots of schedules. We’re somewhat planning a tour, which is exciting but really tiring. I dunno. What about you and the guys?”

Like you, Hansol shrugged and looked away when you looked back up at him.

“Everyone’s doing good,” he told you. “We just got back from a tour, and now we’re doing some new Going Seventeen stuff. We’ve had a lot more downtime lately.”

“Love that we’re basically the opposite,” you chuckled.

Hansol let out a quiet laugh, meeting your eyes again, “We used to be so good at planning, though.”

‘I remember every look upon your face, the way you roll your eyes, the way you taste; You make it hard for breathing.’

Looking at Hansol just made every single memory together come back to you. It gave you nostalgia and...other feelings that you had either locked away or thought you’d gotten rid of. You were doing so well, and now here he was with his dumb brown eyes and stupid lopsided smile to make your heart race all over again.

‘'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away I think of you and everything's okay; I'm finally now believing.’

“Remember when you’d get caught sneaking out on a curfew night, though?” you reminded him, pointing a finger at him.

He laughed and rolled his eyes, “The time they literally took my car keys away.”

“Times,” you corrected with a grin. “There were several.”

“I think I still owe you gas money.”

“And for the slurpee.”

“Then maybe dinner’s on me,” he offered with a sincere smile.

‘That maybe it's true that I can't live without you; And maybe two is better than one.’

It was crazy how you and Hansol just started...going back. It didn’t take anything to talk to him and joke around like how you used to. It was like riding a bike. You picked your friendship back up and kept going like muscle memory. You really realized just how much you actually missed him despite convincing yourself for months that you didn’t just to get over him.

‘But there's so much time to figure out the rest of my life and you've already got me coming undone.’

But you were setting ground rules for yourself. You were not going to let yourself get hung up on Hansol again, even if you did decide to be friends again. No matter what, you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt again. You weren’t going to read into things and fall the hardest in the relationship. You were going to be cautious and smart this time around.

‘And I'm thinking, ooh; I can't live without you ‘cause baby, two is better than one.’

Hansol, on the other hand, was already set. As soon as the two of you started flowing again, he felt it. He knew he couldn’t let you go again. He knew this was it. He didn’t have anything like this with anyone else. 

‘There's so much time to figure out the rest of my life but I figured out when all that's said and done.’

Ivory was a great person and a wonderful partner, but she wasn’t you. He didn’t love her like he loved you. He genuinely did think he did, but he was slapped with the harsh reality as soon as you walked out of his life and he didn’t at least have your friendship to keep him satiated -- though the realization probably would’ve come along sooner or later even if you stayed by his side. And as the two of you continued to go back and forth, hardly even paying attention when the girl came over to bring you your food, all he could think about was how much he missed you.

So he told you.

“I’ve really missed you, _____.”

‘Two is better than one.’

And you couldn’t help but grin back at him, finally picking up your chopsticks.

“Y’know, Sol,” you began.

He beamed his signature gummy smile hearing his nickname come from your lips again. The smile that you hadn’t seen in forever, and it made you smile wider.

‘Two is better than one.’

And for the first time in a long time, you admitted, “I really missed you, too.”

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[lololololchips]

COULD U DO BFF!VERNON (may or may not he bffs to lovers 🥺)

vernon is so bff to lovers coded ☹️☹️☹️

BUT HERE IT IS ENJOYYYY:)

Vernon Chwe || bff to lovers texts with vernon

genre: fake texts, one shot au, fluff, bff x lovers arc, non!idols

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns, tiny angst, vernon being friendzone in the beginning 😓

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[spamgyu]

RED STRING THEORY // Hansol x Reader Oneshot

DESCRIPTION: Soulmates weren't real. This wasn't a fantasy world... But somehow, the world wanted them together. Giving them one too many chances to be together. Almost as if there was a little string that connected them to one another PAIRING: Idol!Hansol x Reader GENRE: A very LONG fluff.

There is a popular belief that there is one person you are destined to be with regardless of time, place, and circumstances.

A person is born in to this world connected to their other half by this invisible red string. No matter how knotted and jumbled this string got, it was never broken – because in the end, it will always be them that would be destined for each other.

Y/n had grown up with her grandmother telling her and her older sister this folklore; standing firm on her belief that her and their grandfather were destined lovers and had proclaimed that one day, the two girls would find their way to theirs.

The two had taken their grandmother's words a with a grain of salt. More now that their father and mother had a very messy divorce, leaving the two to be solely under their mother's care.

But the older woman didn't care if the two girls huffed and puffed about her tales that she told each summer they paid a visit. A regular occurrence of their mother shipping them out to her home country; claiming it was good for them to be in touch with their roots instead of rotting away in their rooms during summer break.

Plus, it was far better than making the journey to Chicago where their father had relocated with his new girlfriend.

It was just like old times.

Except, now they were no longer required to have their grandparents accompany them as they explored the large city. They had the freedom to run about the streets, spending hours on end at the computer shop, biking along the river, and spending all their allowance at the local convenience stores.

"I don't think we have enough money." Y/n looked down at the basket of snacks her and her older sister have filled.

Her sister agreed with a nod. "Put back some chips."

Y/n pouted, reaching down to grab three bags of honey butter chips she had carelessly thrown in; trudging to the next aisle where they had been placed.

"Are you going to buy all that?" A young boy no older than fifteen asked, pointing at the bags in her arms. Unlike the boys from the neighborhood, he had looked like someone from back home. She took in his disheveled appearance, his hair was almost like a helmet on his head; the sweat on his forehead causing some of the strands to stick together.

Yuck.

Blinking slowly, y/n tilted her head to the side trying to comprehend what he had asked. She knew the language, just not well enough to understand when someone was speaking fast.

He must have grown up here.

"Hello?" He waved his hand to gain her attention.

"Sorry." She mumbled, rushing to place the chips back on the shelf.

"Weirdo." He said underneath his breath, grabbing a bag.

"Excuse me?!"

Eyes growing wide, the boy turned to face her – ears and cheeks red. "Heh?" He flashed a shy grin and peace sign before running away to the front of the store.

Y/n dismissed the small interaction with the young boy – not before ranting to her older sister about how rude he was to someone who was clearly from not the area.

Teens were rude and arrogant at that age anyways.

It was her last day before heading back west when she had another run in with the teen. She was reaching for a can of grape drink when another hand brushed against hers; causing her to quickly retract her hand – mumbling a soft apology and motioning for the person to go ahead.

"Here." He extended his arm to offer the girl the can, recognizing her from weeks ago.

Their first small interaction that had left him flustered as he made his way back to the practice room. He was told specifically by the staff to be careful of how they portrayed themselves during their time outside the green room, in case they were to debut.

No future idol wants negative stories from strangers as a new comer. One story can easily cause a snowball effect and become not only the downfall of one member but the group as a whole.

He knew their conversation wasn't much of a headline, but he also knew how easily the public villainized a celebrity for something so miniscule.

He did not want to risk it.

The young teen had gone back nearly every day before practice in hopes to run into the girl, wanting to change whatever impression he had originally made.

"Thanks." Y/n pulled a tight lipped smile before turning her heel to head for the register.

"Sorry about the other time!" He called out.

"I don't care." She called back, handing the cashier the change she had fished out from her pocket – not bothering to look back at the dumb struck boy stood at the refrigerated drinks aisle.

Crisis averted.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

It had been years since he had been back in the city where his parents had met. Not to mention years since he had given a proper break.

Thanks to their group's success over the past two years since debuting, they were granted a month and half of down time. No practices, no variety show guesting, no filming.

Just quiet time.

The first in a very long time.

Each and every member agreed that they would use the first half of this break to work in their team and the latter half with their own families.

Vernon could not be anymore grateful that his mom had decided this meant flying back New York for a change of scenery and pace.

For once since his debut, he felt like a normal teen; waking up at noon, exploring the city by himself with no set schedules, and eating whatever his heart desired.

"You're staring." His sister nudged him, breaking his gaze from the girl behind the counter who was far too busy taking everyone else's order to notice that he was practically burning a hole into her skin.

"She looks familiar, doesn't she?" He nodded to the girl.

His sister follower his eyes before giving him a look. "No she doesn't."

"I swear, I've seen her before."

Sofia snorted, rolling her eyes at her brother.

He could be a dits at times.

"You wish." She took a step towards the counter, placing her order.

"And for you?" The girl smiled, using her customer service voice that she had gotten down to T since applying for the cafe.

"Oh uh–" He glanced up at the menu, scratching the back of his neck. He had become too preoccupied trying to figure out why the girl in front of him had looked like someone he had seen before that he had completely forgotten the reason why he and his sister decided to drop by in the first place.

Coffee.

"He'll have an iced mocha." His little sister interjected, seeing that her brother seemed still be buffering by her side.

"$10.78 please."

"Vernon." Sofia nudged him yet again, this time a little harder, signaling for him to pay.

"Right." He cleared his throat, digging into his back pocket to pull out the plastic card from his wallet. "Here you go."

"Is he okay?" The girl joked, taking the card from his had.

"He's allergic to girls."

"Am not!" He cried, now fully present.

"Okay well then don't be a freak."

Y/n awkwardly laughed at the two's sudden bickering, handing the form of payment back. "Drinks will be ready at the side."

"Thanks– wait, do I know you?"

"Oh my god." Sofia grumbled, slapping her hand on her forehead in embarrassment.

"Um.... No." Y/n replied, coming out as more of a question. "Are you trying to hit on me?"

"Wha– No! Oh my god no!" His eyes wide, shaking his head quickly.

He was never good with girls.

Or strangers.

Unless they were his fans; all thanks to their media training and fan service lessons.

She raised her brows. "Should I be offended by how quickly you said that?"

"Oh my god oh my god, let's go please you're embarrassing me." Sofia cried, pushing her brother towards the direction where the rest of the cafe customers were stood, waiting for their drinks. "I'm really sorry about him!"

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Curiosity had gotten the best of him and he was set on figuring out why the girl at the coffee shop looked familiar – dropping by another time.

"Hi familiar stranger." She greeted as he walked into the semi-empty shop, a glaring difference from the other day.

Granted, he stopped by during hours where most would be busy at work or school.

"What can I get you today?"

"Iced mocha please." He said confidently this time.

"Anything else?"

"That's it." Vernon pulled a tight lipped smile, handing her his card.

He was so sure he would have been able to figure it out by now; unable to help himself from staring at her.

Not in a creepy way of course.

No. He was not a creep.

Just annoyed that his brain can't seem to put a finger on why her features looked like someone he has seen before.

He hadn't been in the states in years. Let alone has he been to this particular coffee shop.

But why was she so familiar?

Before he could walk away, he found himself asking the question aloud. Again.

"Are you sure I don't know you?"

"Are you sure you're not hitting on me?" She countered.

He shook his head. "No, I– you just look like someone I know."

Maybe she was a fan.

From a fan sign.

What if she was playing a sick prank, wanting to have her own little cliche moment of bumping into their celebrity crush so that they could organically fall in love with each other.

Not that he was in love.

Nor did he like the girl.

He didn't even know her.

She's pretty. Very pretty– but– oh my god he's staring at her. Shake it off.

"Do you go to fan signs?"

Oh he is about to blow his cover.

"Yeah, totally. I just went to one in Brooklyn– are you stupid?" She replied sarcastically.

She didn't live under a rock. She knew what fan signs were, having heard of them from her cousins when she would visit her grandparents for the summer.

"Taking that as a no." He said slowly.

"Is this some sort of pick up line. You're going to say I look like one of those idols you see when you go to fan signs? It's a really dum–"

He let out a laugh.

If she had only known.

"I told you I'm not hitting on you."

"Says the guy that keeps asking why I look familiar, in a really weird way, I may add."

This was hopeless.

Why did he think he would be able to figure it out this time around?

It was as if there was an itch in his his brain he couldn't seem to scratch. But considering there was no progress in getting any clues as to why the girl looked like some one he had previous encounter with, he'd just have to learn to ignore it.

"I just– it's bugging me– It's whatever." He mumbled, walking over to his drink that was waiting at the counter.

"If it helps, my mom said I have an average face!" She called out.

Little did he know she would later find out who he was, all thanks to her mom's need to watch any and all content that was happening back east.

She had nearly choked on her water that night when his face appeared on screen as her mom watched the latest episode of Happy Together; earning strange looks from both her mom and sister.

Y/n wanted to so badly let the two know that she had not only one but two encounters with the boy on the screen a few months back – for street creds of course.

But she knew they wouldn't believe her.

No one would have.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Moving was one thing.

Y/n didn't mind moving.

Moving to different country.

That was another story.

Due to her grandfather's recent passing, y/n's mother thought it was best to relocate back to their home country to accompany her now widowed grandmother.

Y/n wanted to be selfish.

She wished she had enough guts to fight to say behind, just as her sister had, and complete her masters with her friends. She wished her mom hadn't been fully educated about the transfer program her university had.

If she had only been born two years earlier like her sister, maybe she could have used the "I have a job here that I can't leave behind." excuse.

Don't get her wrong.

She loved her grandmother, and she would do anything for her.

But asking to up root her whole life, to move all the way across the world to leave behind her friends and her boyfriend, was a lot.

Y/n wanted to complain. She wanted to pout. She wanted to throw a fit, like any other toddler who was told they were not allowed the toy they have been asking for but she knew better.

Y/n sucked it up, hiding her disappointment behind a smile each time she came home from yet another day of classes at the university.

A lifestyle she had yet to adjust to.

Pushing past the mess of people, y/n ran down the stairs of the subway station – afraid of missing the train that was set to arrive in just a minute. She had gotten a little too distracted with the shops along the way and lost track of time, forgetting to account for the endless corridors and staircases she had to travel before reaching her set subway line.

She had nearly reached the last step when she felt someone step on the heel of her sneakers, sending her forward in an instant.

Y/n was fully prepared to make contact with the floor, bracing for impact.

But the pain never came.

Instead, a tight grip on her upper arm held her up just enough for her to regain balance.

"Thank you." Y/n turned to the stranger, reaching up to rub where their hand had once been – in attempts to soothe it.

Thanks to their quick thinking, she had been able to save herself from embarrassment and a possible concussion; but that didn't mean it didn't come with a cost.

She could practically feel the bruise forming on her arm where their fingers once was, wincing at the thought of having to explain to her mom and grandmother why she had a perfect hand print bruise on her upper arm.

"Sorry." He apologized sheepishly, coming out as almost a mumble due to the mask that covered half of his face.

"It's fine."

"I uh– let me give you money for uh– cream?"

She raised her brows. She knew there would be a cultural difference once she had moved to the country, but never had she heard of someone being a little too friendly and offering to buy.... bruise relief cream.

It's just a bruise, anyways.

"No need, oh my god." She shook her head, subconsciously reaching over to stop him from grabbing his wallet from his back pocket; instantly retracting her hand when she noticed him flinching at her touch.

Right, this wasn't the west.

They don't do that here.

"Sorry, I– am not."

"From here?" He finished with a chuckle.

"Yeah..."

"I know. I mean– you sound like my sister from back in the states– That's information I didn't need to share."

"Line 6 is arriving." A perky voice blared through the speakers, interrupting the two.

"Shit. Gotta go, don't worry about the bruise!" She spoke quickly, hurrying over to her platform.

To her surprise, the stranger had hopped on to the same cart as her – instantly spotting his all black outfit paired with black fitted hat from a few seats down.

Sh had tried her best to keep herself pre-occupied, looking down at her phone as she pretended to be interested in her instagram feed – not wanting to look like a stalker. It wasn't that she was interested in him.

She had a boyfriend.

No, she was just.... curious.

Something about his voice seemed... familiar.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

He was in the same cart as her the following day — easily spotting him as he was dressed in the same ensemble. Just different colors.

This time, he wore light washed jeans and a plain white tee. As opposed to yesterday's all black attire. Not to forget the cap that rested low on his head and mask covering the remainder of his features.

He really did not want to be seen.

"How's the arm?" He asked, taking a seat at the now vacant spot next to her.

Y/n lifted the sleeve of her oversized graphic tee to show him the mark he had left behind. "Purple."

"Sorry again." He winced.

"Saved me from cracking my head open." She shrugged. "You been to New York?"

"Huh?"

Y/n gestured to the embroidered team cap he was sporting.

"Oh uh— kinda?"

"Kinda?" She raised her brows.

"I was born out there." Vernon answered hesitantly.

He wasn't sure if his disguise was, if it could even be considered as one, had been good enough to hide who he really was. He wanted to be careful of any and every information he gave out to her, just in case she was a fan of him and his group.

Not that she seemed to hint that she had any sort of idea of who he was... or seemed to care to figure out who she was speaking to under the mask and hat.

Besides, who's ever heard of an idol taking a subway.

In Vernon's defense, he didn't have a license and didn't feel the need to. It was very rare that he needed to be behind the wheel on his own anyways.

"Cool." She nodded. "Me too."

He let out a soft chuckle, finding her poor attempt to make small talk.... humorous...ly cute.

"What brings you out here?"

"My mom."

"Well yeah–"

"No I'm serious," She laughed, realizing he had probably thought she was making a joke about reproduction. xi. "My mom wanted to relocate."

"Oh my god." He groaned putting his head in his hands out of embarrassment before sitting back up and joining her in her fits of laughter.

"What about you?"

"Also my mom.... and dad."

"Cool."

"Cool."

The sound of the train humming along the tracks filled the silence between the two.

She had yet to figure out how to properly interact with strangers, afraid to come off too strong.

"I'm y/n by the way." She hesitantly brought her hand up, unsure if it was appropriate to shake his hand or not.

"Hansol." He took her warm hands in his cold ones, giving it a quick shake — just in case there had been wandering eyes.

"This is me," Y/n allowed for the train to a complete stop before standing from her seat, turning to give the boy one last smile and wave. "I'll see you around I guess"

She never did.

A part of her wished that he was on the same train again the following day, catching herself craning her neck to see if she could spot him in the mess of crowd that had piled in.

She had done this for three days.

Giving up on the fourth.

Why was she so curious? Who makes a friend on a train?

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Y/n had grown to love the place.

Contrary to what she had made herself believe.

Maybe it was that she had finally adjusted to the culture and the lifestyle of the country, or maybe it was that there was no other reason for her to go back – her boyfriend of three years dumping her on a random Tuesday in May, just days before she was set to fly out to visit him.

So much for the stupid red string theory.

Swearing off relationships, y/n chose to focus on her new job; as a Media Marketing Associate at the new leading entertainment company.

She wanted to make her mother proud – just as her older sister has, who was now a Creative Director for Capitol Records.

Y/n wanted to follow her older sister's footsteps.

At least, if it fate allowed it.

Just before clocking out the night before, her team had received word that one person will be removed – claiming that the workflow needed restructuring.

Y/n wasn't stupid. She knew it meant someone was getting fired.

And judging by seniority, and her being a new hire of two months, she knew she would be the one to be let go.

"Morning." She greeted her coworkers with a sigh.

"Don't look too sad, y/n." Soooyun frowned, knowing that she had nothing but words to offer.

"So much for being a marketing director." Y/n pulled a tight lipped smile, reaching over to turn on her computer.

As if it was any use, considering she may have already had her employee access revoked.

She had been fully prepared to pack up her desk by the end of the day, giving her mother a heads up that she may need to cry in her arms once she got home from work.

But fate was on her side.

"No way." She gasped, scanning the email she had opened. "I'm not fired!"

"What?" Sooyun jumped from her seat, walking over to her desk to read over her shoulders. "We are pleased to tell you that you have been selected to join our subsidiary label's marketing tea– this is good news!"

"Oh my god. I thought I was going to be unemployed!" Y/n cried, continuing to scan through the email. "Wait, what floor is PLEDIS?"

"Eight. Good luck. They're a mess." She snickered, walking back to her desk.

"Oh so I might as well have been fired."

"I'm kidding. They're .... working on it."

"I'm drafting my two week notice."

She never drafter her two week notice.

Instead, the department she had been suddenly thrusted into had welcomed her with open arms — despite half of the team having been around since before the label acquisition.

They were all learning the new groove of workflow that HYBE had standardized for a good portion of their subsidiaries' PR and Marketing department, leaning on one another for support during their onboarding.

She had quickly grown to be comfortable with her new team just as she had with the temporary one from two floors above.

"Y/n, it's your time to shine." Her lead grinned, leaning against her desk. "Sales and PR approved of your tour pitch."

"No way." Y/n gasped, her grin matching his.

"I want you to pitch it to the boys."

The grin quickly fell from her face. "No way."

Yn had known each and every boy by name; especially the boy that she had interacted with years back when she was working at the cafe near her home. But she still couldn't help but feel nervous.

She had done minor research on the men she now worked for, but interactions with them in person was different.

Especially now that she was a grown adult with an almost fully developed frontal lobe.

Y/n had yet to meet the group as a whole, having only met Seungcheol and Woozi in passing on the way to the office — tucked far behind the practice room used by the team.

She knew she wanted to move up in the company, meaning that she would be heading meetings regularly. But she had also yet to assimilate to the workplace — let alone the talents she had worked for.

Almost everyone on the team were comfortable with the boys, each having their own stories about how kind and attentive they were to their staff members.

She wanted to ease into it slowly.

Not thrown into the deep end.

Which seemed to have been occurring far more often than she would like.

"Can't I just be the person that clicks the arrow button for the next slide?"

"It's your presentation. You have it memorized."

"I'll teach you."

"I think that will be tough because meeting is in," He glanced down at the silver watch on his arm. "Ten minutes."

Oh she's definitely drafting her two weeks now.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Nervously standing at the end of the very long conference table, y/n fiddled with the hem of her cardigan — waiting for the group of thirteen boys to file in and take a seat.

The growing sound of booming voices grew louder and louder as each seconds passed; signaling their arrival. It was only a matter of milliseconds before they appeared one by one through the doorway — greeting her and Seongho, her team lead who stood beside her.

Of course, he earned chirpier hi's and hello's — being a part of the team for five years now.

Y/n nearly had to fight her eyes from lingering at the him. He had matured entirely, his shoulders now broad, maybe even gotten taller.... and god that jaw.

He looked good.

She quickly averted her eyes down to the device in front of her before anyone caught her stare – which was quite easy as they all seemed quite busy in their own worlds.

Y/n waited until they were situated in their seats, each small conversation finishing as she tapped away on her laptop that was connected to the projector behind her — instantly catching their attention with the bright colors of the mood board she had put together.

She felt like a teacher standing in front of a group of kindergarteners and she felt their gaze on her — some with hands folded in-front and on the table.

Just like kindergarten.

"Hi everyone, name is y/n." She bowed, using her best customer service voice. "I'll be heading today's marketing pitch."

Y/n was about to open her mouth, ready to start with her first slide when a sudden cough attack caught everyone's attention.

It was him.

"You okay?" Mingyu turned to Vernon, letting out a laugh as he patted his back in attempts to soothe him.

"Yeah, swallowed my water wrong." He croaked, earning laughters from everyone.

"Slow down, yeah?" Minghao chuckled.

Vernon nodded, clearing his throat as he adjusted in his seat. "Sorry, uh, y/n please continue."

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

She didn't know which she liked more about her job. The pay.... or the free food.

Not a day had gone by where she did not passed up taking trip to the company cafe on the third floor to get her daily caffeine fix and sweet little treat from the pastry selection that was baked fresh every day.

Yeah.... it was definitely the free food.

Especially now that she had been appointed to lead the marketing for the group's Japan leg of the tour.

It was her fourth day in a row that she had made her way down to the cafe for the second time since clocking in – deeming that one iced coffee was not enough.

Unfortunately for her, there was a line of at least eight people ahead of her and only two barista's working the counter.

This was going to take longer than the ten minutes she had told her team.

Unbeknownst to her, he was stood second in line – his eyes immediately spotting her when she had entered the room.

Not that he was looking for her.

She was just very easy to spot.

She dressed differently than the rest of the staff.

Her style still very much influenced by western fashion.

"Y/n." Vernon called from his spot.

His voice was very easy to recognize.

Once she locked eyes with him, he motioned for her to stand next to him – cutting the rest of those who stood behind.

Not that they would complain.

"Thank you." She bowed hesitantly.

Y/n had yet to be comfortable around him and the rest of the boys, despite having had frequent interactions since the meeting she had delivered months ago.

She was his age and he had specified that it was completely fine to address him like a friend.

They all preferred their staff seeing them as coworkers, people that they could be friends with, instead of land mines that they had to carefully tiptoe around.

"We'll be seeing each other a lot and we hope you'll be around as long as we are... So please, don't think you have to treat us like kings." The leader said after the meeting, formally introducing the team as a whole to y/n.

"How's planning going?" He asked, making small talk.

In all the times he had a run in with the girl, he hadn't been able to properly converse with her. Mostly because it was either he had a other members with him, who were far more outgoing and vocal – leading the conversations. Or he just didn't quite have time.

He would see her in the halls, giving her a nod as a form of greeting and a quick smile before rushing to the practice room.

The last time he had a proper one on one with her was a year ago... at the subway station near his parent's home.

Though, it was just him that knew of that interaction.

He planned to tell her one day. Thinking it would be a fun fact to bring up one day.

He just needed to find the right time.

"Really good, actually. Stressful. But good." She beamed, wanting to spill all that she had managed to accomplish since being assigned the project.

"I'm excited to see all that you worked on– you and the team."

Pulling out her phone from her phone pocket, she quickly swiped through her emails – double checking to see if anyone had been peering over their shoulders before showing him the screen.

It was rough draft of the train decal she had managed to secure with the subway system in Japan – promoting their multiple shows.

"Are we gong to be on a train?" He gasped, zooming into the file.

"Yeah, just got it approved this morning." She smiled.

"Whoa." Vernon was shocked.

He knew their group had been successful, his bank account being the biggest indicator, but he didn't think it had gotten this far.

Vernon was fully aware that they had gotten quiet big; bigger than what they had imagined during their trainee days. But a train.... with all their faces... set to be traveling throughout the country....? That blew his mind.

"Thank you." He handed her phone back.

"Working on gettin it on a plane too." Y/n replied, stepping up to the counter once the person in front of them had stepped away. "Iced hazelnut coffee please."

"Plane?" He gasped, still standing in his spot, mouth agape.

Y/n didn't think it was much of a big deal, remembering that she had briefly mentioned it during her presentation. Along with the VERY generous budget HYBE and PLEDIS had given the marketing team.

She remembered clearly because Minghao compared it to the Hello Kitty plane he had taken once on the way back to China; unable to help herself from laughing.

"Uh.... he'll have an iced mocha." She turned back to the barista, letting out a soft laugh as she stepped away from the front of the line – Vernon following suit.

She had perfectly remembered his order from that day.

Unable to shake it off. Especially not after she realized who he was.

"A plane?"

"It's not for sure yet."

"A plane." He repeated, coming back down to earth. "Wait I didn't order!"

"Oh I got it."

"Did you get me an iced americano?" He deadpanned, knowing that it had been a stereotypical drink that was a crowd favorite. And considering he was lost in his own world, he figured it would have been the safe choice for her to say.

He hated that watered down tar drink.

"Did you want an iced americano?" Y/n asked slowly, scolding herself for ordering the same drink he had picked out when he was a teen.

How was she going to explain this to him?

Without being an absolute creep...

"No but it's fine, I'll give it to Seungkwan."

"I got you an iced mocha."

Welp.

There goes the bomb.

She began planning her escape route.

"Oh." He was left dumbfounded for a second time.

"Uh.... you seem like an iced mocha guy."

That was convincing.... right?

"Should I be offended?"

"Maybe." She shrugged, letting out a small sigh of relief as she walked over to get their drinks from the counter.

Crisis averted.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Y/n didn't intend to stay past her usual work hours. She wasn't one to work a full twelve hour day, not when she can help it.

The first day of the Follow to Seoul was fast approaching, and though she was on the Japan team, she had grown restless as the big day approached. Each and every single marketing deliverables had to be cohesive through out all the stops, regardless of country or city. And considering it was her that had pitched this overall theme, she couldn't help but take extra hours to ensure any and all loose ends had been perfectly tied off.

Y/n was a perfectionist.

She had taken one last glance at the email she had scheduled to be sent to all the staff members the following morning, containing all information relating to the tour; including posting schedules on social media, announcement of later dates, and merch recap.

Content with herself, she closed out of her browser and collected her belongings – heading for the door.

At least she wasn't the last one on their floor, getting accustomed to the group's late night practices. She had one too many run ins with a few members in the past week, each scolding her for staying past the usual 6pm clock out time.

"Didn't you already get an earful from Seungkwan the other day?" Vernon called out from the end of the hall.

He had stepped out of the elevator and instantly recognized her; a smile appearing on his face.

Because he wanted to tease her.

Nothing else.

Looking up from her phone, she let out a laugh. She was caught.

"Shouldn't you be at practice? You're late." She teased right back.

They had met halfway, both with stupid grins on their faces.

Because of the joke.

"I had schedule before this." He defended.

"I was finishing up the last few details." Y/n countered.

His bottom lip jutted out, nodding in understandment. A habit she had noticed he seemed to have done quite often.

"The last train was 30 minutes ago."

"My mom's picking me up."

"That's cute."

She reached over to give his arm a smack, knowing that he was holding himself back from making another joke.

They had finally crossed the weird line that rested between coworkers that made small talk with one another in the work place and coworkers that you'd consider to maybe... just maybe be okay with hanging out with outside of the workplace.

Not that they have ever.

That was still untouchable territory.

Being an idol and all.

The only time they have spent time outside of the office building was during company dinners. A neutral setting.

Sure, they've spent some lunches at the cafeteria together – Vernon unable to pass up free food when he was far too lazy to go off and find other meals outside of the company.

"Ow! That'll bruise." Vernon cried, grabbing the spot where her hand had landed.

"Oh please. I barely grazed it. I would have to grab you really hard to even leave a mark."

"Like when you fell in the subway?" He snorted.

Y/n brows furrowed in confusion, her head tilting to the side. She had never told him about that day in the subway.

She had never told anyone about it.

It was of no significance.

A minor interaction with a stranger.

"How do you know about that?"

Vernon's eyes grew wide at the sudden slip up. "Huh?"

"I never told anyone about that."

"No– no you definitely told me about it. You were falling and this guy saved you from falling."

Or maybe she had.

... Had she?

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

He was screwed.

Not only was he screwed but he owed Mingyu and Dokyeom ₩100,00 ... each.

Vernon had a crush.

A big fat crush that had him grinning like a stupid little kid every time he was near her. Hell, he had caught himself grinning while looking at her instagram.

Which took a lot of convincing and a few specially delivered coffees at her desk for him to even pry out of her.

He would spend hours on end that day carefully swiping through to make sure that he did not accidentally like any of her posts.

His fans were smart. Detectives even.

He knew any movement on any social media did not go unnoticed.

All hell would break loose the second they caught wind of him interacting with anyone but his members or fans.

He had managed to deny all claims that he may be attracted to the newest addition to their staff team, and everyone seemed to have bought it.

All except Mingyu and Dokyeom, who had caught the two one too many times in their own world during her lunch breaks.

Vernon had confidently challenged the two to a ₩100,00 bet to prove that they were wrong.

He didn't think they would win.

It was silly little crush.

But she had texted him earlier that day, wanting to talk after work – claiming that she had to confess something.

Since receiving that text, he had been restless; unable to find a comfortable position on his couch and opted to plan out his outfit instead.

He wanted to look good.

Because she's confessing her feelings right?

And if the feelings were mutual.... then why not? Right?

He's allowed to date.

Everyone else around him had significant others.

Why can't he?

Vernon decided being home was not an option, not while his everyone else was home and able to pick up on his behavior.

Coming up with some lame excuse about wanting to practice one last time before they headed off to Japan for their first show, he made his way to their company's designated floor – waiting in the practice room.

He was grateful that she had asked to meet on the one particular day their day off landed on – their managers agreeing they needed rest more now that the non-stop schedules were kicking off.

Vernon was laying on the couch when he heard the door creak open, his head shooting up – eyes immediately locking with hers. He jumped up and off of the couch; adjusting his shirt.

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as she grew closer to him.

It began to beat louder once she was a foot from him, his nose instantly filled with her signature scent.

Burberry HER.

He wasn't weird.

He had complimented her months before and she happily advertised the small roll on version of the product she carried with her at all times.

"I hate not smelling good." She reasoned when he had teased her about it.

"How was work?" He asked.

She shrugged. "We finally announced the Follow train and plane. Your fans made a few jokes about how they hope it was you guys flying it too."

He let out a chuckle, aware of the jokes that their fanbase were capable of making – some even making it into the groupchat whenever either one of them found one good enough to send them to tears in laughter.

"Anyways, I have a confession." She wasted no time getting right to the point. "And I already know you're probably going to distance yourself after, but I don't care. It's been literally bugging me for months now."

"It's okay, I– I think I have something to say too." He wiped his hands on his jeans, feeling them grow moist from the anticipation.

"You do?" Y/n was puzzled.

"Yeah but uh... you go first."

"No, now I'm curious." She laughed, picking up on his nervous demeanor.

She was nervous as well, but his.... was little more off putting; the color on his lips draining.

Vernon was glad they were standing, knowing that his legs would have been bouncing enough to shake the whole room from the anxiety he had been feeling.

He had confessed his feelings to someone before. Why was he so nervous?

She was going to do it as well.

Right?

"I– fine." He sucked in a deep breath, locking his eyes with her. "I um, may have a slight, crush– No actually, no I have feelings for you. Positive ones. You know the one that makes me want to kick your feet and giggle when you text the person you like.... That kind."

Y/n's lips formed into an "o".

That wasn't what she was expecting, though.... she should have guessed the minute she picked up on his strange behavior – mentally comparing it to a high schooler when they were around their crush.

Vernon watched as the girl slowly walked over to the couch, taking a seat. His eyes remaining on her as she sat in silence.

"I'm guessing that you were not going to say the same thing."

She slowly shook her head, still in shock.

Welp.

Time to go on a year long hiatus.

He allowed her for a minute of silence, taking a seat on the far opposite end of the couch; silently drumming his fingers on his legs as he tried his best to keep the voices in his head from jumping into further conclusions.

"So I'm uh– going to head out." He clicked his tongue, standing from his seat.

God this was so awkward.

"Wait!" Y/n her voice cracked, finally blinking away the blank stare she had.

Vernon was halfway to the door when she had called out for him, turning his heel to face her.

"Sorry I was... processing." She ran her fingers through her hair. Y/n had many things to consider.

The thing was, she too had positive feelings for him.

But that was the thing.

She was perfectly fine pining for him in silence. She was okay with the one sided admiration. Y/n was completely okay with having him as her work crush, the reason as to why she was that much more motivated to come in when the days felt like a call in sick type of day.

Because just a minute ago, she didn't know he had felt the same.

But now that he had exposed how he felt, it complicated her false reality.

Not only did she realize she might just have a chance with him... she had a chance with an idol.

Someone who was meant to remain unattainable. Only for fans.

Someone who cannot be seen with anyone of the opposite gender.

Someone who she was definitely not supposed to be dating.

Not that he asked her out.... he just told her how he felt.

"I came here to tell you that we met before." Y/n swallowed, walking over to where he stood. "I– we were teenagers. I was working at a cafe and you and your sister came in. I– I didn't know who you were at the time but a few months later I saw you on TV and– I didn't think I would see you again. Let alone work for you. It's been eating me alive since I saw you in the conference room. More now that we're friends. Or... possible ... crushes? I–"

Now it was his turn to be in shock.

"Do you believe in the red string theory?" He blurted.

That damn red string.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh, nodding in response to his question.

Vernon had heard about the red string theory from his mother, she had always entertained all sorts of ideas as such and happily shared it to him and his sister.

He rarely believed in these ideas, such as zodiac signs being able to properly describe someone's personality down to what makes them tick. Listening to his mother ramble on and on out of respect.

"You don't know this but– that day, that you fell at the station... That was me. I was the one that stopped you from falling. That bruise, I– I'm Hansol."

Vernon remembered that day so clearly.

His sister was in town for a quick break from her school back west and he had been paying her a visit at his parent's home – opting to take the public transportation instead of bothering his band of brothers or managers.

He was far too busy trying to keep his profile low as he headed back to his shared apartment when he stepped on the back of her sneakers.

Thanks to his quick reflexes, he had been able to catch her.

He was left in awe of her beauty that day, cursing himself for not approaching her when he had caught her staring from a few feet away.

The second time was purely coincidence.

He was sending his sister off.

He didn't think y/n would be taking the same scheduled train as him.

Vernon wasn't one to take things a sign. But he did just this on time – taking a seat next to the girl.

He didn't think he would see her again.... again.

Especially not as someone heading their marketing meeting.

"I choked on my water that day you were presenting because– I mean, I was surprised that you were there." He continued.

Maybe both her grandmother and his mom were right.

Maybe they did have an invisible string that tied them together.

That must be the only explanation.

"Wait— you— hold up." She reached over, using one hand to hold onto his upper arm; trying to stabilize her now weak knees. "Is this okay? I'm allowed to hold onto— I—"

Vernon felt his ears grow hot, unable to bite back the smile fighting its way to appear on his face. "Yeah this is okay." He nodded.

"Before we circle back to the whole destiny thing," Y/n withdrew her arm back to her side. "I— can't believe I'm saying this out loud, but I... uh�� kinda like you too?"

"Kinda ... with a question mark?"

"Okay, I do. I have positive feelings for you."

He felt his heart take a leap.

"Can you give me a second?" Vernon held up a finger before walking over to a corner, letting out a dramatic 'yes!'.

She watched him in awe.... and pure adoration. A larger grin on his face as he made his way back to where he stood.

He was cold and stoic on camera, rarely showing any emotions but she quickly realized that the facade he seemed to put on wasn't who he really was.

Vernon was a dork, an animated and very funny guy who enjoyed teasing her any chance he got. Just like any other boy who had a crush.

There had been countless of times when she found herself wiping away the moisture from her eyes from the stupid corny jokes he told.

"Back to the whole destiny thing."

"It can't possibly be real but... I'll take it. I'll allow it." She laughed.

"You think that little red string is tied to yours?" Bringing his pinky up to their eye line.

"I would hope so."

"Want to test the theory?" He wiggled his finger, earning a giggle from her. "Dinner on me?"

"Let's start with dinner on a plate first."

Vernon's smile fell, using his other hand to fiddle with his pinky.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to untie the string." He chuckled, breaking character.

"You're a loser." Y/n rolled her eyes.

tag list: @leah-rose03 @yoonzinuhh @musingsofananxiouspotato @woofie-nctzen-fanarts @hanniebanggi

#something different for now lol #vernon x y/n #vernon x reader #vernon x you #vernon fluff #vernon fic #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #red string au #hansol vernon chwe #chwe hansol x reader #vernon x oc

[wonwoonlight]

when you've been whining about the same thing over and over again and hansol has had enough

a/n: just some random burst of words. fluff. friends to ???. talks abt kissing lol

You're starting to question your decision of befriending Chwe Hansol.

You don't even know if he's listening to you, but it's just his default setting to look like he's spacing out on you even if he isn't.

It doesn't bother you usually, but you're a little more sensitive today just because and you don't appreciate him not making a single noise when you've been babbling for the past ten minutes.

"Say something!"

He looks at you bored, though you knew yet again that it's just how he looks. He cares, you know he cares, but you're in one of your annoying mood and it's somehow Hansol's burden to carry today.

"What do you want me to say?" He asks, genuinely wanting to know what kind of answer you're expecting from him. "You've been saying you want someone to kiss since, like, two weeks ago. I told you to go to the club. Didn't you?"

"I did." You pout, and then plop your head on his shoulder as Hansol moves to let you lean on him more comfortably. You don't even know why you're complaining about this to him of all people instead of your other friends, don't even know what kind of comfort you're expecting from the most practical and idealistic friend you've ever haf in your life.

"Why didn't you kiss anyone?"

"No one's my type."

He doesn't miss a second to flick your forehead, and you make a show of saying it hurts (it does hurt, just not as much as you make it to be) as you lean away and cover your forehead with your palm. The glare you send his away doesn't deter him in any way.

"Why do you want to kiss someone so bad?" He asks you seriously, turning his body to face you.

"It's just been too long..."

"You watched another romance movie, didn't you?"

"Shut up."

"I told you to stop watching them if they make you feel like this!"

It's never easy to tell what Hansol is thinking about even though he's one of the most transparent people out there. You think that's why he's all the more unpredictable.

And like right now as you continue to stupidly debate over the romance movie marathon you had last night, you're not sure why he's entertaining you this much when your other friends would just shut up at some point and let you continue whining about your misery.

"I just want someone to kiss!"

"You don't just want someone to kiss if you're being picky about who you're kissing."

"I'm not picky." You huff. "I simply don't want to kiss strangers. What if they're creepy?"

Hansol stares at you incredulous, and you did a tiny victory dance in your head because you manage to leave him speechless. It doesn't matter that he's probably just tired of this conversation, it still counts as a victory to you.

"See? I knew you'd get my point eventually. I just want to--"

You don't get to finish your sentence as his hands reach for your face and his lips close over yours. You blink continuously for a few seconds, then succumbs into the warmth of his mouth on yours and his palms on your cheeks, and close your eyes to return the kiss.

You're a little out of breath when you pull away, and you still can't tell what goes over his head as his eyes stares into your soul.

"Next time you complain about this," he starts, his palms don't move from your face. You're pretty sure he can hear the loud sound of your heartbeats and feel the warmth emitting from your cheeks. "That's what I'm going to do, got it?"

You nod, pressing your lips together as if to feel his lips once more, a little disappointed when you don't feel the same spark from the real thing.

"Is it okay if I just ask you to kiss me again?"

#been some time since i wrote for him #but i woke up and this scenario just pops into my head and it screams hansol so #vernon fluff #hansol fluff #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #seventeen scenario #vernon scenarios #vernon scenario #vernon drabble #seventeen x reader #seventeen drabbles #khione.fics #hansol scenarios #vernon fic #seventeen fanfic

[ch3wytzuyu]

FAIRYTALE AU MASTERLIST

༄ؘ ؘ୨🌒ɞ﹒₊˚ synopsis: so i was watching ever after high and a bunch of disney movies the other day so i wanted to make an au about that. so it’s gonna be a collection of one shots that can be read as stand alones but they all fit in with the theme

༄ؘ ؘ୨🌒ɞ﹒₊˚ taglist: @miriamxsworld @ahnneyong @minhui896 @just-here-to-read-01 @zonked-times

༄ؘ ؘ୨🌒ɞ﹒₊˚ taglist (won’t tag): @hahahais

JEONGHAN- HOOK LINE & SINKER

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🪸pairing: kida nedakh’s daughter x ariel’s son

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🪸tropes: enemies to lovers au, college au, swim team au

WONWOO- A TOUCH OF MAGIC

✩°｡⋆⸜ ✨pairing: daughter of tinkerbell x son of peter pan

✩°｡⋆⸜ ✨tropes: childhood friends to lovers, college au, idiots to lovers au

SEOKMIN- APPLE OF MY EYE

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🍎 pairing: snow white’s son seokmin x the big bad wolf’s daughter reader

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🍎 tropes: college au, one sided pining au, friends to lovers au

MINGYU- SPARKS FLY AFTER MIDNIGHT

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🌙 pairing: belle’s son mingyu x cinderella’s daughter reader

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🌙 tropes: one sided pining au, forbidden love au

MINGHAO- BY THE TIP OF MY SWORD

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🗡️pairing: captain hook’s daughter x mulan’s son

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🗡️tropes: enemies to lovers, swordmanship au, rivals to lovers

VERNON- ROPE TO THE NEEDLE

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🪢pairing: daughter of tarzan x son of rapunzel

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🪢tropes: coworkers au, volunteer au, college au

#svt fluff #svt x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #svt x you #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x you #svt imagines #seventeen royal au #jeonghan x reader #wonwoo x reader #seokmin x reader #mingyu x reader #dokyeom x reader #minghao x reader #the8 x reader #vernon x reader #hansol x reader #ch3wytzuyu

[sluttywoozi]

Summary: Vernon's got a crush on his tutor, and everything gets harder when you start wearing thigh high socks. Everything.

Rating: M (18+ MDNI) | Word Count: ~4.0k

Warnings: shy nerdy simp vernon, horny thoughts, fingering, clit stim, oral f. rec., intercrural sex, cum eating

Reader Notes: confident, implied to be thicc, has a vagina

Vernon sits across from you on your bed, notes spread out around him and laptop resting on his knees. You haven’t been studying long, maybe twenty minutes, but Vernon just can’t focus. 

It’s not his fault though! How is he supposed to care about anaerobic respiration when you’re two feet away and dressed like this?

Your thumb swipes absently over your lip, and Vernon battles to hold in the sigh. He’s used to being affected by you, has always thought you were beautiful and hot and sexy and a walking wet dream, but now you’re wearing thigh high socks, and Vernon thinks his heart might give out from how hard it’s been pounding since you opened the door. 

You’re dressed normally otherwise, a big tshirt and your favorite lounge shorts, and he’s trying not to let his eyes wander but it’s just so difficult when your legs are right there, covered in soft white fabric, each curve and bend highlighted. And fuck, the way the elastic band pinches your thighs a bit has him salivating. 

Vernon bets you’d feel so good under his hands, so soft and smooth and warm, and he can imagine the way your plush flesh would give under his touch, thinks about slipping a finger under the band and pulling, making it snap against your skin, watching your thigh jiggle with the force. 

He knows he’ll dream tonight of slowly rolling them down your legs, of rubbing the indent where the band nipped into your flesh, of tracing the lines the seams left in your skin with his tongue. 

He wonders if you’d let him, if you’d want him to put his hands on you, slide his palms from your ankles to your knees to your thighs, if you’d let him kiss his way down and slowly guide the socks back up, if you’d let him push your legs apart and fill the space with his head, let him breathe you in and lick you open, let him taste you, let him know you, let him break you. 

And fuck, Vernon wishes he wasn’t thinking about you like this, knows he’s lucky you’re nice enough to help him with Bio, knows he can’t afford to fuck this up considering how much help he actually needs, but he can’t stop thinking about your legs in these socks. 

He’s pretty sure you don’t even know, too wrapped up in your own studying to notice how his eyes are glued to you, and when you change positions for the 15th time, he has to close his eyes to escape the image of you stretching your legs out straight and pointing your toes. 

When he blinks his eyes open again, you’re sitting on your knees, your thighs flattened with the pressure, and now the band is tight on your skin, creating two perfect divots that leave just enough space for his hand. 

His gaze is locked on you, his eyes half-lidded and heavy, and he’s trying not to imagine tackling you onto the bed, pulling your little shorts to the side and sliding his fingers between your thighs, when you say his name.

He has to pull his laptop closer to hide the way his cock is starting to press against his jeans, looks up at you with wide eyes and what he hopes is an innocent expression, hoping beyond all hope that you have no idea what’s been running through his mind. 

You ask him about lactic acid fermentation, and he digs through his brain to find the answer, feels some tension leave his shoulders when you smile, feels his dick get just a bit harder when you tell him good job, and resigns himself to a very uncomfortable study session. 

You’re wearing them again. The thigh highs. 

Vernon doesn’t know what to do with himself. It was difficult enough that first time, and now he has to deal with it knowing what he did when he went home, and what he’s been dreaming about ever since. 

You readjust on the bed next to him, your thighs spreading as you cross your legs, and the way your flesh dips beneath the band makes his heart race. 

Fuck, Vernon wants you. He wants to slide his hands up your legs, pull your shorts to the side and trace his fingers up and down your panties until they grow damp, slip his fingertips underneath and smear your wetness over your slit. 

He wants to sink inside your soaking heat, push in until his hips meet yours and stay there, rooted deep inside you until your throbbing walls send him over the edge. 

Last night, he’d dreamed about filling you up with his cum, pushing down on your stomach until it flooded out then fucking it back into you with his fingers, and it’s like he can still hear your moans ringing in his ears, still feel your cunt pulsing around him, even as he sits here on your bed. 

You’ve never distracted Vernon this badly before and he can barely focus on the textbook in front of him, barely keep his eyes on the words and off your thighs, barely hear anything you’re saying as you explain sodium potassium pumps to him for the third time. 

Vernon feels bad, honestly, thinking about you like this when you’re just trying to help him, just trying to make sure he passes biology, but he truly can’t help it. 

He’d tried to stay focused when he first got here, but you’d led him to your room, climbed up on your bed, and turned to look at him with those inquisitive eyes, and that was it for him. He was gone before he even opened up his textbook. 

Even worse, he thinks you might know. 

You’ve been looking at him more, from under your lashes and head on, and Vernon tries not to squirm every time, hopes your eyes don’t stray downward and see the hardness he’s been trying to hide, hopes you don’t see the heated desire in his eyes, hopes you don’t see all the things he wants with you. 

It would be one thing if he just wanted to fuck you - embarrassing but something he could overcome. Unfortunately, he wants to date you too. 

You’re just so smart, and kind, and pretty, and hot, and you’re so nice to him, so encouraging, always explaining things when he doesn’t get them, trying different methods until he understands. 

No one’s ever believed in him like this, or been so careful with him, or tried so hard to help him, but it’s not just that. 

There’s something about you, something intriguing, captivating, about you that makes him want to know everything, from what brand shampoo you like to your greatest fears and dreams. 

Vernon almost dreads the end of the semester, because it means he won’t have a reason to come over every week and he’ll see you less and less, and eventually you’ll forget about him, forget he ever existed to you, forget he even exists at all. 

He feels a hand on his knee, your hand, and it draws him out of his wallowing, reminds him that he is here for a reason other than thinking about you, and he looks up to find you gazing at him with concern. 

“You okay, Vernon?” you ask gently, squeezing his knee and leaning in to meet his eyes. 

He blinks the blurriness away and nods, forcing a smile before looking back down to his book and trying to decipher the diagram on the page. You don’t look away though, or remove your hand, and he glances back up to find you staring at him pensively. 

You keep staring at him, and slide your hand up an inch. 

He holds your gaze, and your palm shifts another two inches. 

His breath hiccups in his chest when you raise an eyebrow and squeeze at his flesh, and he thinks he knows what you mean but he doesn’t dare hope. 

“Are you… what… um, I uh-” Vernon stutters, his eyes wide and his heart pounding. 

“Is it the socks?” You ask teasingly, your hand gliding higher on his leg. 

Vernon blanches, an embarrassed grimace drawing his lips down as his thigh tenses under your hand, entirely unprepared for whatever you’re about to say. 

“I thought you’d like them. I’m glad it worked,” you say with a wicked smile, your eyes flicking down to the tent in his jeans and your hand moving higher. 

You thought… he’d like them.

You’re glad it worked. 

“You’re glad what worked?” Vernon has never sounded or felt dumber in his life, but he really needs you to spell it out for him before he lets his mind run wild. 

“Vernon, you like me, right?” He’s not sure whether to tell the truth or not, but he doesn’t think you’re the kind of person who would get him to confess just so you could turn him down, so he responds apologetically, “So much, I like you so much.”

But you smile, beam really, and say, “I like you too. I thought you liked me but you never made a move, so I tried the socks.”

You like him. You like him. You like him. So you tried the-

“How did you know the socks would work?” He asks, astonishment clear in his voice. 

You grin at him indulgently, in an, ‘oh sweetie,’ way, and Vernon’s heart drops into his stomach. 

“Vernon, babe, you’ve been pretty obvious about having a thing for my thighs. Why do you think I change how I’m sitting so often?”

... 

WHAT.

“I just thought you couldn’t get comfortable!” He hisses, scandalized.

“No, I liked the dreamy look you got whenever I moved,” you laugh, tapping your fingers on his thigh and inching closer. 

“So you’ve been… seducing me?” 

“Yep!” You grin proudly, squeezing the flesh under your hand, “Is it working?” 

“Is it working? Is it working? Look at me!” Vernon gestures downward where his cock strains against the zipper of his jeans, swollen and rock hard. 

“Oh trust me, Vernon, I’m looking, just like you have been,” you unfold your legs and shift to sit up on your knees, your legs spread slightly. 

He attempts to drag his eyes away from your thighs to meet your gaze, but they keep flickering downward as your legs open wider and wider. 

“You can look, you know,” you offer quietly, “and touch.”

Your hand leaves his thigh to take hold of his own, pulling it closer to you slowly and placing his fingertips on your cloth covered knee. 

You’re warm, so warm, just like he thought you’d be, and when you release his hand he slides it up up up to rub his thumb over the band at the top of your socks. 

He traces the seam where fabric meets skin and exhales slowly, feeling your soft flesh give under his fingers and dipping them beneath the elastic, pulling it away from your leg and letting it snap back gently. Your thigh ripples, just like he envisioned, and he can feel his dick throb in his jeans, droplets of precum leaking from the head and soaking into his boxers. All of the ideas he’d had before come rushing into his mind, and he wonders if you’d be down for any of them. You did say he could touch you so…

“What kind of touching can I do?” He asks tentatively, thumbing the band and resisting the urge to make it snap again. 

You smirk and pull his hand higher, until his fingertips brush the hem of your shorts. 

“Whatever kind you want, I’ll stop you if I don’t like it.”

That might give him too much freedom, but he’ll try to use it wisely. 

Starting with tugging your little shorts to the side and sliding his fingers along the seat of your panties. 

They’re wet, fuck, you’re wet, and Vernon groans, sits up on his knees and shuffles closer to you, presses harder and feels your slit parting under his fingertips. 

You���re so warm, warmer than he thought you’d be, and so fucking perfect, your lips opening to release soft sighs and your hand rising to cup his neck. 

He leans in to kiss you just as his fingertips push at your entrance through the panties, swallowing the moan you let out when you feel his digits sink inside as far as the soaked fabric allows. Responding with a raspy groan, he drags his fingers up the slick cloth and swirls them over where he’s mostly sure your clit is, delighting in the gasp that escapes you. 

Vernon cups your pussy with his hand, pressing until he can feel your clit start to throb under the pressure, digging his fingertips into your slit and sinking them into your entrance again. 

He rocks his hand against you and you rock with it, moving your hips to his rhythm and moaning into his mouth when he digs his fingertips into your entrance. Sucking your tongue into his mouth, he pushes your panties aside and touches you bare for the first time, whimpering at bit at the molten heat he finds. You’re so much warmer and wetter than he could feel through the fabric and already he knows he’d do anything to feel you like this again. 

Vernon wants to make the most of it while he can, so he glides his middle finger over your clit before sinking it inside you, your walls fluttering around the digit and sucking it in deeper. 

You buck your hips into his touch, breathe his name, and he’s never heard a sweeter sound in his life, never felt anything as soft as you before, never wanted anything or anyone as much as he wants you right now. 

Vernon almost feels wild with it, shuffling closer and raising his other hand to your face, tugging your jaw down with a thumb and slipping his tongue into your mouth, his finger moving faster and harder inside you, slowing down only when you break away to gasp, “Another, Vernon, another, please.” 

Nodding, he adds his ring finger on the next stroke, curling them inside you with every thrust, spreading them apart and stretching you open. He fucks you with two fingers until he feels your walls loosen enough to welcome a third, pushes his pointer finger in too and hooks all three into your g-spot, rubbing back and forth and grinning against your lips when your hips jerk into his hand and your cunt tightens around his fingers. 

“There?” he asks, curling into the same spot again and again, feeling your wetness start to seep out and drip down his wrist. 

“Yes, Vernon, there, yes yes yes,” you moan, your head tilting back, and he leans down to suck kisses into your neck, licking and biting his way down to your collarbones and dragging his teeth over the sensitive skin. 

His cock jumps when you clench around his fingers and whimper, “‘m close, Vern, I just- I need-,” the breath stutters in your lungs before you can finish, but Vernon thinks he knows what you meant and rubs your clit with his thumb, experimenting with different patterns and pressure until you yelp and clamp down, your nails digging into the back of his neck. 

Vernon’s obsessed with how you sound and how you feel and how you smell, and as you cum, your wetness floods his hand and he wonders how you taste. 

He works you through it, keeps his fingers curled inside you and his thumb on your clit until your walls stop squeezing him so damn tight and he can pull them out. 

Your thighs are still juddering, the muscles tensing and shifting beneath the elastic band and, fuck, Vernon wants them around his head. 

But he also wants them under his hands, and he’s been dreaming of getting you on your back on this mattress since he met you, so he brings his hand out of your panties and sucks your taste off his fingers before pressing his hands to your shoulders and tipping you back. 

You go willingly, your eyes half lidded and your lips open as you try to steady your breath, your thighs spreading automatically. 

You look so pretty like this, t-shirt hanging off one shoulder and riding up your belly, little lounge shorts skewed, socks pinching your thighs, and Vernon realizes he can touch you like he wanted, like he couldn’t stop picturing last week. 

His hands nearly shake as he sets them on your ankles and slowly slides them up the length of your legs, the soft friction of the socks under his palms weirdly pleasing. 

Your thighs part wider as his hands rise higher, his fingers digging in so he can feel the give of your flesh under the fabric, one dipping into the elastic band and snapping it against you so he can watch your thigh jiggle again. 

You smile knowingly with just a touch of smugness and Vernon blushes, pinches your hip in retribution but grins back and starts working your shorts and underwear down. You lift your hips to help and Vernon gets distracted by the strain of your thigh muscles, but refocuses when your pussy comes into view. 

Fuck, you’re drenched, and so fucking pretty, and there’s literally nothing stopping Vernon from diving in like he wants to, so he does. 

He sinks to his stomach and tugs your legs over his shoulders, spreads you open with his thumbs, traces them up and down your slit and pinches your clit between them, just a bit, before licking into you. 

Tasting you like this is so much better than licking you off his fingers, and he lavs over your clit once, shoving his tongue inside you and nearly whining at the feeling of your pulsating walls on his taste buds. You do whine, and buck your hips into his face, your cotton clad thighs closing over his ears and Vernon loves it, loves being surrounded by you, his hearing muted and his vision blurred, swears and your name the only things occupying his mind. 

His dick is throbbing, spitting precum into his boxers, twitching against the fabric, and he grinds his hips into the bed as he holds yours down. You’re starting to tighten and throb and more of your wetness coats his chin, making him groan and grind his hips into the bed. 

Vernon knows he could cum like this but he doesn’t care, can’t think about anything other than making you cum again, so he shifts one thumb up to press your clit down and fucks you with his tongue, firming the muscle and sliding it in and out of you until you shatter with a cry of his name. 

He almost feels like he’s cumming too, his abs clenching and his dick jumping in time with the contracting of your walls, his brain fuzzy with the taste of you and his hearing muffled by your sock covered thighs. He wouldn’t even care if he didn’t cum today, just getting to do this to you is already the highlight of his year. 

You disagree, pulling him up to you by the hair and dragging him into a kiss, sighing at the taste of yourself and trailing your hand down his stomach to land on the waistband of his jeans. 

“How do you want me to make you cum?” you pant against his lips, your palm pressing into his hard cock and your legs coming up to wrap around his waist. 

“Umm,” Vernon stalls, unsure if he should actually say it or not.

“Don’t be shy, I know you have ideas,” you grin teasingly, slowly unbuttoning his jeans. 

He clenches his eyes shut and asks the universe for courage as he breathes out, “I wanna fuck your thighs, please, can I?” 

Your hand stills on the zipper and he opens his eyes to find your lashes fluttering and your lips dropping open as you suck in a gasp. 

“Do you want me like this or on my stomach?” you whisper, growing smaller before his very eyes. 

Vernon’s not sure what made you so shy suddenly but it’s kind of cute, and he whispers back, “Like this,” as he unwinds your legs from his waist and pushes them up until your knees nearly meet your collarbones. He pulls your calves over his shoulders and runs his hands over your sock covered legs, luxuriating in the feel of you under his hands, and pushes his cock between your thighs. 

You’re still so wet, but not wet enough, and he doesn’t want to hurt you with the friction. He’s about to ask if you have any lube when you tug your legs down and twist to pull something out of your nightstand. He sees a flash of hot pinks and blacks and purples, his eyes growing wide with the possibilities and his mind spinning until you hold the bottle out to him. 

Taking it from you, Vernon coats his cock and sets it aside, pushing your legs to your chest and bracing his palms on the backs of your knees. Your thighs look so delicious like this, and he can’t resist leaning down to nip at the exposed skin before sliding his cock between them. 

He can feel the heat of your pussy on the underside of his dick and the drag of the cotton on the top and his eyes shutter closed at the pleasure that immediately washes over him. He forces them open, desperate to see you like this, like he’s imagined and dreamed about, and fuck you’re even better than he could have ever hoped. 

You bounce with each thrust, hands twisted in the pillow beneath your head, plush lips still glistening with your own wetness, eyes half lidded and hazy. You’re so perfect, so sweet, so beautiful beneath him, and already he’s close. 

He doesn’t want it to end yet, doesn’t want to lose this yet, lose you, but he can’t hold it off, not when the head of his dick bumps against your tummy and smears precum on your skin with every buck of his hips, not when you smirk and start clenching your thigh muscles around him, not when you moan, “Vernon, cum, I want you to cum,” and wiggle a hand down to smooth your fingers over the length of his cock every time it emerges from between your thighs. 

It’s all too much, you’re too much, and he can feel his balls drawing up and getting heavier, his dick getting harder and hotter against your skin, and when you whine, “Cum on me, please, Vern,” he breaks. 

His vision fuzzes out and his ears start ringing, his mouth open as he moans your name between gasps for breath and buckles over you, effectively folding you in half while his dick spits white hot cum all over your stomach and the tops of your thighs. 

Vernon’s sure it’s seeping into your socks, sure it’s dripping down your stomach onto your pussy, and he loves it, he loves it all, heck, he loves you, but that’s not important right now. 

What’s important is that he just had the best orgasm of his life with the person he’s had a crush on for months, and he wonders how his life could possibly get any better than this. 

Until you use the strength of your thighs to push him away, scooping some of his cum up with two fingers and sliding them into your mouth, humming at the taste before saying, “So, you’re my boyfriend now, right?” 

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Coffee, Tea or just more of Me? || Vernon

Pairings: Vernon x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Crack, Strangers to Friends to Lovers au, Barista!Reader au, Jock!Vernon au, University au

Synopsis: Vernon thinks life has given him another chance when sees the new barista of the café he is a regular at. You think the popular jock of the university is weird for always zoning out on you. It's the same everyday, until you to decide it's enough.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: nothing heavy just mentions of staring a lot, mention of murder as a joke once, kissing, mentions of lots of beverages, dramatic Seungkwan and Junhui but equally wholesome (lmk if I missed any)

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He is staring at you again.

An exaggerated huff stirs out of your chest and you turn to the customer who looks like he'd would faint if deprived of his iced tea one more second.

You have recently started working as a part timer at the café which is a block down from your university, no genius for guessing, to add some cash to your wallet for covering some of your expenses.

The café jostles as an extremely busy hub at afternoons. Mornings doesn't attract much of a crowd except for the zombie like students who basically live on caffeine, would undoubtedly bleed in dark brownish through veins.

You work in evening shifts and evenings attract bunch of loud and shout guys.

Today's no exception, the familiar faces flood into the place, some continuous screeching of chairs or calls of name, some hearty laughs or snarky remarks that follows before all of it simmers down.

Junhui nudges at your arm and before your questioning gaze falls on him, it lands on that one face with prominent and sharpest features, hair dyed in shades of brown those stick on his sweat glistening forehead.

His eyes are not glued on you. Finally.

You look at your shiftmate, "What?"

"I thought you finally got a break.", Junhui comments while pouring coffee powder in the brewing machine.

"A break?", you echo in confusion, "I don't recollect--"

"A break from being stared at.", Junhui cuts you off when you fail catch his humour.

The eye roll that he gets as a response has him worried that they would really roll to the back of your head someday.

"Oh my god, he's coming here", Junhui squeals, "I'll fleet inside so he thinks you're alone at the counter but I'd be peaking from behind okay?", and next he's making an abrupt run to the backside.

You breathe in, breathe out and strech your lips in a smile as you walk back to the order section.

"Hi Vernon", you greet, "Can I please know your order?"

Vernon's eyes blow wide, as he whips his head from the menu card he's holding to meet your eyes.

"H-Hi...", he's shocked, so panicked right now, "Do you know me?"

Yes, you're the one who always stares at me.

Ofcourse you know him. Everybody knows him.

The star forward of the varsity soccer team.

Chwe Vernon Hansol.

You have a motive today and that's to ask him what's his deal. The only reason for which you had purposefully spilled out his name.

"You're quite popular.", you give him a smile, "And we share the Graphical Engi--"

"We share the Graphical Engineering lecture?", he spurts out comically, as if he's hearing the most amusing or the most non sensical thing in the world and the next question confirms it, "We both go to the same uni?"

"Yeah we do.", you say somewhat dejected and your thumb hovers over the computer screen, "Your order please."

"Do we seriously share the GE lecture?", he asks one more time and you simply nod.

Not something unobvious, the times you've noticed him after entering the lecture hall, you have always found his head propped on his bag which is loaded on the desk and he's soundly sleeping.

Something obvious that he doesn't know because the two of you don't even fall into the category of acquaintances.

You know him because everyone knows him because as said he's popular.

He mouths a 'wow' and goes back to ogling the same menu card. With only you being behind the counter and no one being behind him to place orders you know he's gonna take long time just to order his regular, a Latte Macchiato.

"A Latte Macchiato please.", he says and you nod robotically.

"Anything else?", you ask out of habit and your thumb is almost pressing the confirm button for billing, knowing he never has any add ons.

"Would you like to suggest something?"

You gape at him amused.

Vernon has his expectant eyes on you and you have your comical ones on him.

"Y/N?", he asked with concern and your eyes blow wider.

Your gaze immediately drops on your uniform, no there isn't any tag of your name pinned on you.

He's not reading your name, he knows your name.

"How do you know my name?", you ask him stunned. No you are not over reacting, not when you have seen who and how hard people are trying to woo him.

Oh well, his nicknames include Geek God and DiCaprio.

Vernon thinks he has caused an accidental slip up and thinks of ways to cover it up.

"Your co-workers call you by your name, I've heard it many times.", he blurts out.

You don't buy it but you don't peer further.

It's been two weeks since you are working in the café and you hadn't even noticed him until Junhui decided to knock over your obliviousness.

It was your third shift and you were seated on the tool leisurely when Junhui came over saying.

"Vernon keeps on looking at you. I have been noticing."

"Vernon? The Geek God VERNON? Looking at me? Sure, I look funny."

That was your comment before you waved him off instantly.

Day four and you decide to observe the varsity star just to confirm the genuineness of Junhui's comments.

"He's staring at you again."

This time you pull out your pocket mirror and Junhui, the genius angles it perfectly so no one was suspecting anything and you confirmed that Vernon was really staring at you.

You didn't what to make out of his blank expression.

The next week rolled in and you were having a casual conversation with Junhui and your best friend, the best gossip pal Seungkwan.

"Oh my god, you're planning to bag Vernon--"

Seungkwan's dramatic quip stopped abruptly when you slapped your hand on his mouth.

"Nothing adds up, Kwan. He definitely stares but with the most neutral expression I have ever seen on anyone. Like he could be plotting my murder but again he could also be looking at me and thinking about Teletubbies in his head."

Junhui was almost rolling on the floor which he was supposed to mop after those words left your mouth.

"But he lingers longer when Y/N is at counter.", Junhui managed to add, "The time he spends there holding that same menu card, if it had been me, I'd have had it memorized."

Two curious pair of eyes landed on the blonde haired boy and he took his position on one of the tools as he crossed his legs and leaned back at the wall behind.

"I have been working here for over a year and trust me, Vernon never made orders. Their group have a guy called Chan, who mostly places the collective order. I think I have taken orders from almost everyone but Vernon. He never did until Y/N came."

Seungkwan was suddenly wolf whistling and doing some questionable dancing with Junhui.

But you were still concerned.

Did you anyhow do something to offend him?

Vernon likes you, a lot.

It's not sudden, it's not prolated.

His liking towards you leads back to Cheshire, a stray cat he has been sheltering for some time.

The first time he saw you was when he decided to visit Cheshire before heading towards home after a game. You were already feeding her a can of tuna, unaware of his presence.

He watched you petting her, making funny sounds to entertain her to you sitting on the ground so that she could lay on your lap and take a nap.

Though his heart swelled and chest tinged, he watched it all with a straight face. Often misunderstood by people because of his blank stares he's tired of convincing them that it's never intentional, rather a habit by birth. He's just a bit lesser expressive that's all.

This continued for days, he would watch you play with Cheshire and waited until you left so that Cheshire could get her dose of SeroVertonin for the day.

Unknowingly, he develops a bond with you, solely from his side.

Vernon is also so grateful to you. Once Cheshire had gone missing for two days and Vernon could feel his heart plummeting to stomach, a fear creeping within him when he couldn't find her in all the places he searched.

He had given up but still visited the place in hopes of seeing her. He could vividly remember the pang in his chest when he saw her again inside the shelter with a note stuck on one of the bricks.

Hi,

I found her by an alleyway that's really far from here. She's safe so don't worry. Thanks for providing her a shelter.

Vernon still keeps the note in his wallet.

The day he decided to introduce himself to you was the day you stopped showing up. And he had no way to reach up to you except for waiting.

He gradually gave up with lots of regret and longing until he saw you again at the café.

Always been asked out, never have asked someone out person Vernon was at loss of words and actions. With no idea how to approach you, he sorted back to his same old habit.

While you indulged in different activities, he indulged himself in watching you, unaware that you have caught onto it.

Next day during GE lecture, you are scribbling down the notes in a questionable handwriting knowing you won't be able to decipher a word out of it later.

When the professor excuses himself out of the hall for some sudden priority work you could sense someone's gaze on you.

Quickly whipping your head and sweeping glances across the hall makes your gaze meets with Vernon's.

Oh, how could you not guess it.

He's flustered when he looks away and next he's grabbing his bag and skipping down the stairs to fleet out of the class.

But your sprint to catch him is faster than the Cheetahs.

"Vernon!"

You call out at the corridor and now every living object in the area is looking at you, waiting for another proposal - rejection episode.

Suddenly you feel small, having those curious eyes, mocking smiles pivoted at you.

Vernon notices your flickering gaze and he doesn't like the creases between your brows.

In three large strides, he covers the distance between two of you and before you could comprehend the situation, his loud voice reaches your ears.

"You didn't have to run so hard for returning my pen.", he's eyeing the pen in your hand, "But I'll take it because you have a habit of loosing them."

The murmurs are loud as others try hard to understand the dynamics you both share.

A glare in sweeping gaze from the jock causes the whispers to simmer down and the crowd regain it's mobility again.

"Thanks",you peer ar him, "Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Vernon thinks he should be run away. His heels are hot and his mind is calculating precs for a run but his heart wants to listen to you.

This time the heart prevails.

As Vernon follows you to the emptier section of the corridor, you think you'd get indigestion from the venomous glares you are accumulating throughout.

"Have I done something to upset you?"

Your question catches him off guard.

When he doesn't respond you throw a follow up, "I'm sorry if I'm wrong but I have seen you staring at me for past days."

Vernon cheeks blush up in pink tint as his gaze falls down. He's biting his lip and shaking his head.

You know his having a conversation in his head but right now you want to be a part of it.

"I won't be judging you if that's what you're worried about.", you assure him, "I just want to know if I have ever unintentionally caused you trouble in any possible way."

Time is elapsing but you wait with all the patience. Vernon seems distressed and you feel bad for this sudden counter you have roped him into.

"I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable.", he says in a calm and assuring voice, "That wasn't my intention. It's just, I always have this poker face on and people feel, well, how you're feeling right now.", he laughs but you could feel the strain behind the words.

"I have been searching for you so long and now that I've found you, as cheesy as it sounds", his lips curl up the slightest almost making no difference to the previous neutral expression but this time you notice the gleam in his eyes as he says, "I can't take my eyes of you."

Your heart skips a beat. Damn Vernon for being so smooth.

"Cheshire misses you.", and he adds suddenly so now nothing is making sense to you.

"What do you mean by that? Do we know each other from before? Who's Cheshire?"

Vernon chuckles and he's pulling out his phone to show you his device wallpaper.

Your hand fly to your mouth in shock when you recognise whom Vernon is refering to.

"I also miss her.", You say with a stain of longing in your voice and look at him expectantly, "I can take a guess at some parts but you'll have to fill up the rest for me."

Vernon agrees instantly.

"But for now if you're free, would you mind taking me to her?"

"Ofcourse! Let's go.", he offers and he's relieved, "I'll explain everything on the way."

You are miserable without Junhui as the later takes a day off to perform at another gig. The café is not as busy so you're bored.

"Can I place my order?"

Your voice perks up at the familiar voice and your gaze lifts to see Vernon standing at the queue lane.

"Sure Sir", and you're laughing at the face he makes, "Latte macchiato is it?"

"Yes--"

"No.", you cut him off, "Let me serve you my special today, up for it?"

Vernon nods in delight and he goes back to take his seat and you go to the kitchen, asking your coworker to manage the counter for some time.

When you come back with a glass of Peach Tranquility on the tray, Vernon salivates at the beverage because of the fruity smell and vibrant colours.

"I never knew a Herbal Tea could taste this good.", Vernon compliments you, "Or is the magic in the hands of the one making it?"

Your cheeks warm up, meeting his gaze seems to be difficult so you scurry away making an excuse of getting to the counter.

Does he make your heart flutter as much as you do to his, Vernon ponders over.

Jealousy is a disease and you have it.

It's been weeks since you introduced Vernon to two of your treasured friends. You still remember the first encounter.

"Should I leave? They don't like me it seems."

Vernon whispered in your ear and you held his arm on an instinct, a gesture meaning no stay.

After some awkward glances and formal talks you were successful in stirring the fluidity between the three.

And now, Seungkwan and Junhui are more Vernon's friends then they are yours.

You are really content, though sometimes you get jealous how close they seem but it's funny how perfectly Vernon slots himself in your life.

What's funnier? It's the way your heart has been constricting whenever you're around Vernon. The air around get harder to breath in when he's too close to you. You know what it means, you're not dumb.

And because you're not dumb you know that harbouring a crush on Vernon is ridiculous because, well, he's handsome, he's a popular and he has the whole town lined up for him.

Everytime it occurs to you, a wistful sigh comes out and you end up waving the thoughts away.

Your memories of the past weeks makes you realise how Vernon clogs in each one of them.

"If I'm failing this class, it's on you."

Your GE lectures are similar expect nowadays you are occupying one of the chairs at back and Vernon's bag is of no use as he always lays his head on your shoulder quoting it gives him the best sleep.

"Stop being dramatic, take notes and let me sleep Y/N."

Instead of taking notes, you always end up counting his lashes, admire his sharp nose or linger your gaze on his lush lips.

"Don't you have a match tomorrow?"

You couldn't pinpoint since when you had started taking notes of his session calenders for the soccer matches.

"Will you come?"

It was kind off ritual to Vernon, asking you to attend the matches and getting a no everytime. Not that he minded, knowing you had no interest or knowledge in the sports, plus the extra classes you attended was taking much of your time and he would never want to add another baggage to your counter.

"Here, I made you porridge since you still have fever but decided to work your shift.", Vernon places the carrier on the counter sounding disappointed, "I got you some medicines as well."

After your shift ended, you found Vernon waiting for you by one of the tables. You took the carrier and pushed it to him, taking the seat adjacent to his.

"You want me to feed you?"

You didn't even have to answer him and he was opening the lids while holding the spoon in his hands.

The red tints on your cheeks were not from fever burns but because of the guy who was feeding you, even letting you use his other arm as a pillow but he didn't need to know that.

Seungkwan takes a sip of his Iced Americano in silence. Junhui is unusually quiet, he's the one spacing out today.

"You have done nothing except for sipping on that never ending drink", Vernon points to Seungkwan in an accusatory tone and turns to the one sitting beside him, "And you, are you awake? Are you sleeping? Are you even listening?"

Seungkwan lets out a hum, a poised one which makes Vernon anxious.

"So you admit to liking Y/N?"

Vernon cocks his brow, "Is this a court session? Am I being charged?"

"Just answer in Yes or No."

"Yes. I like her, a lot. I think I love her.", Vernon says it again, with sincerity and emphasis.

Junhui chimes in with a grin, "We know. You're damn obvious but", the grin is wipped off and seriousness ghosts over as he continues, "It's not that we don't trust you but we want to be sure that this is not some kind of prank or a bet which general goes on between the group of jocks. We have seen that a lot and everytime the one on recieving end gets heartbroken, mocked and it becomes their pain to bear."

"The one causing it is termed cool or passed as if it's obvious. It never effects the popular person. They go on as if nothing ever happened and their popularity remains the same.", Seungkwan picks up, "To be honest, your other circle is good, I have never seen or heard anything problematic which comes as a surprise but I hope you understand where we both are coming from."

"No one would want to see their friend suffer", Vernon says with stark seriousness, "I swear on Cheshire and Soccer that I really love Y/N and I want to court her."

Seungkwan gasps before closing the palms over his mouth.

Junhui stands on his feet wide eyed, the chair making the loudest screech because of the abrupt movement.

And Vernon thinks he had said something wrong. Incredibly wrong.

"Oh my god, did you hear him?", Seungkwan asks Junhui.

"He's totally smitten, gosh!", comes the other's response.

Vernon groans, heart pulsating a little lesser than before. He's at fault for forgetting how dramatic these two idiots can be.

They exchange a knowing glance before looking Vernon.

"Confess to her.", both of them say in unison.

Vernon is however unfazed, "Trust me I want to. If I could do it right now--"

"Do it as soon as you can.", Seungkwan encourages him.

"It's not easy when I know I'll get awkward around her", Vernon knows he's gonna spend some sleepless nights, "But I need to one up."

You are confused when you reach the shelter to see no signs of Vernon when he was the one to call you up to meet him here.

Cheshire meows at you, circling around your feet when you notice a note tied to her tail.

Turn left and walk past the tree if you wanna a play a game with me.

-Vernon

Your eyes squint searching for the creator of the note that you're holding as you turn around. You start walking towards the instructed place while Cheshire follows you.

Vernon is so nervous that if now someone asks him which team he plays for he'd mix up the names, his jersey number, even the position he plays in.

He almost jolts when he sees you approaching but Goodness Gracious his calming pill, Cheshire is also with you.

"What's the meaning of this note?"

"I want to send a code to you.", Vernon explains, "Answer three questions to get a slot each time and put it as a whole to decode my message."

You have never been this confused in your entire existence but you comply.

"First question,", Vernon says, his nervousness swaying away a bit, "Which jersey number is generally assigned to a team's first choice goalkeeper?"

The gears in your head don't need to turn at all.

You immediately respond, "When I said, I intake everything you speak about your passion including facts, I mean it.", your lips curl up, "The answer is 1."

Everytime he thinks his heart couldn't swell more you prove it wrong.

"Correct!", he is grinning, being so proud of you.

You mirror his grin

"Next question is... it's the easiest of all", his brows cocks at you, "What's the only self-enumerating number in English?"

You scoff and speak nonchalantly, "4. What am I, a four year old trying to memorize numbers?"

Vernon chuckles, "You got that correct too. Now time for the last question."

You brace yourself for the last one. Cheshire is seated on the ground, in between you two, her gaze moving from you to Vernon and vice versa.

"I am usually found with a couple of friends, Quarter a dozen, and you'll find me again. What am I?", he asks with a underlying tone, "Even though it's a riddle, you'll have to take the words as it is to crack this."

It's time you have use your brain. Riddles are meant to make you think about everything expect for the actual answer which most of times are present in the question itself.

Vernon watches you intently as you bite your nail, a habit of yours when you're thinking too hard. He crouches to pet Cheshire and the later purrs in content.

Some time passes by and you're still thinking of everything and anything unaware of the amused looks you're getting from both Vernon and Cheshire.

"Got it!", your sudden yell startles him, "The answer is 3!"

Vernon is instantly up on his heels as he smiles, "Congratulations for getting all the no-brainers correct.", he laughs when you scowl, "Now the last part, put the answers together and you'll get the code. Decode it and that'll be the message I'm trying to send you."

"Okay, let me put it together.", you mumble, "In order right? Then it's 1 4 3--"

You tongue gets tied and you look at Vernon with wide eyes. The nervousness that had simmered down comes back to him tenfold. He could feel his legs giving up when he meets your gaze.

None of you speak.

Both of you are frozen.

His heart might burst out of his chest if you prolong your answer one minute more. You only hope that what's Vernon trying to say is the only meaning to 143 that you know.

Cheshire, the cute little bean could also sense the tension between her adoptive parents. So she meows to stir some mobility.

Vernon thinks it's time he asks for his sake. He's about to open to his mouth when he hears you.

"I love you too.", you say so timidly and look away that Vernon has to close the gap between you two.

"Can you say it again?", he asks in desperation, "Do you really mean it?"

The index hooked under your chin, forces you to look at him.

"I love you, Vernon."

Comes your affirmation and the words that he needed to hear.

His head dips down to plant his lips on yours. Your arms circle around his neck and his settles on your waist.

He has his eyes opened while you have them closed. That's definitely a sight he'd love to see everyday, he's sure. You're loving the plush of his lips against yours and you don't miss how gentle his grip is on you. This feeling is so new yet so satisfactory that you'd need to have it everyday, you're sure.

"I love you, Y/N.", he whispers against your lips and you pull him back to have the touch of his lips again.

It's intoxicating.

You are kissing under the stars, moonlight being the only illumination on you both. The birds are chirping something soothing faraway and the cold breeze is doing nothing to cool you because it's Vernon, the only other you can feel on yourself.

You both break the kiss giggling when you hear another mewl from Cheshire. You immediately lift up the feline in your arms and Vernon is hugging you from back as you both pet her.

"You could have just confessed directly you know?", you crane your neck to tease him, "What if I got the answers wrong?"

Vernon pecks your forehead and says, "I had a lot of alternatives ready. I wouldn't have let you go until I got the correct answers from you."

You gaped at him in disbelief.

"Such a dork."

"But your dork", he laughs making you smile as well.

"How about we rename Cheshire to Cupid?"

"The shop is closed, we won't be taking anymore orders Sir.", you are half leaning on the counter and as you joke around with the man standing infront of you.

Your boyfriend.

Vernon is unfazed, "I was in a mood good, would have tipped you well."

You snort at his response and you're undoing the ties of your apron, "Well in that case, along with our regular menu I can provide you an exclusive item."

"Sounds good, can I know what it entails?"

You keep the apron inside the case and walk out from behind the counter. When you do so, Vernon is instantly pulling you to him as he entwines his fingers with yours.

"Would you prefer Coffee, Tea", you grin tightening your grip on him, "or just more of Me?"

Vernon feigns to ponder, even rubbing his chin for a good measure, "The last one sounds appealing. I'd always like to have you, love."

"You're so corny.", you're pinching the bridge of his nose, "Good that I love you."

Vernon just smiles and the warmth he's radiates is enough for you to thrive longer, to love stronger.

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[whiteteadreams]

Black Eye

Pairing: Boxer!Chwe Vernon x Female Reader

Preview: “You didn’t have to scare me like that though.” Your volume was much lower than it had been but not because Vernon told you to be quiet. He was panting above you from fighting your squirming body and you couldn’t move. “Eh, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.” Your bottom lip jutted out, not liking to be teased.  

“Don’t pout on me baby, you know I love you.” He leaned down and pecked your bottom lip. When he pulled away you tried chasing his kiss, licking your lip to savoir it, wanting more. Vernon smiled at you and granted your unspoken wish. Before connecting your lips, he spoke against them. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.” 

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Slice of Life (kinda), Boxer AU, Non-Idol AU, fluff, smut, established relationship

Warnings: Violence, smut, cleaning wounds, cursing/mature language, pet names (baby, etc), manhandling (non-sexual), they spar at one point, the boxing vernon does is illegal, angst, fluff, not 100% proofread

Smut Warnings: slight dub-con (its consensual, reader is just unsure at first bc vernon is hurt), riding, body worship (f and m receiving), spitting, slight oral sex (f receiving), slight humiliation, thigh slapping (once), barely any foreplay, aftercare

a/n- little surprise fic to celebrate vernon's solo single, the boxing talk is probably wrong but oh well lmfao, sorry if it’s rushed i kinda lost motivation halfway through but hopefully it isn’t too bad

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With every punch thrown his way, you squinted your eyes to minimize your view and winced. You hated seeing him get hurt and you weren't the biggest fan of watching him hurt others, but nonetheless you still supported him. Even though you didn't agree with his choices you still loved him, more than you should. 

It didn’t even matter if his opponent missed or not, once you saw the swing you couldn’t bear to see the outcome. You tensed whenever you saw Vernon’s opponent’s swing land on your boyfriend’s face or torso. A bruise on the face was a constant reminder that he was hurt because you could see it and you knew that a bruise around the ribcage was the most painful for him.

The match was the closest one Vernon has had in a while, you kept gnawing at your nails and thankfully you were sitting because you were sure that your knees would’ve failed you by now. The men beside you were betting on who would win, one was rooting for your boyfriend while the other one would scream in victory when he was hit. You hated when the people in the crowd would bet on Vernon, it didn’t matter if it was against him or for him, but it made him seem like a zoo animal, even more so since he was fighting in a cage.

Not understanding why he wouldn’t join some boxing club to fight instead of the illegal underground cage fighting he would do. Vernon just claimed that the money was better.

Your mind was pulled away from your worries and was forced to focus on the scene in front of you when the man rooting for Vernon started cheering. “He won! Man, fuck you! I told you I was right; you owe me two-hundred fucking dollars!” Vernon won! The worry of him being knocked unconscious was laid to rest when your eyes focused on him limping out of the cage.

Getting up from your seat as quick as possible, you pushed your way through the people starting you shove their own way out. Vernon lifted his head to search for you and when you made eye contact, he tilted his head in direction to the bathroom. That’s where you two would normally meet after the match, so Vernon could catch his breath and you both could wait out the chaos that was created when everyone was trying to leave the small building at the same time.

You kept an eye on him as people pushed past him, he stayed close to the wall while you were trying to fight your way to him, feeling people step on your feet as well as elbow your ribs.

Getting tired of people keeping you from Vernon, you started pushing back and that got you to where you needed to be, with him. You could see the blood dripping from a cut on his forehead down his face. He winced every time someone touched him, and your heart ached, but you knew he loved the sport.

More and more people started to clear out and exit the building and soon you weren’t forced to put up a fight to get to Vernon. With him limping you were able to catch up quickly. “Vernon, oh my god, let’s get you cleaned up.” Trying to get Vernon into the bathroom ended up being more difficult than you thought because that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Starting his sentence with a groan, he threw his head onto your shoulder, and you allowed him to slump most of his weight onto you. “No, I just wanna go home. Take me home, please.” The whine in his voice caused you to comply and help him turn around, heading to the exit.

The walk to the car was a pain, Vernon limping and whining, but the worse part was when people would come up to him and congratulate him on the fight and he’d have to put up a fake smile.

But alas, the two of you made it to the car and with the cool air blowing on Vernon while he was relaxed, he started to feel like himself again. “I haven’t had a fight that challenging in a while, I thought he was gonna put me on my ass there for a second.” Vernon spoke up after inhaling one of the bottles of water you brought for him, struggling to get his sentence out between the gasps for air. He obviously couldn’t feel the somewhat negative energy that was radiating off your body because all he was focused on was basking in his win, flipping through the large stack of cash that consisted of his reward money but also all the money that was made by people betting against him. He didn’t mind people betting against him, as long as he came out on top.

“Why are you so quiet babe? Did something happen?” Finally, he finally noticed you, or maybe it was just because you hadn’t congratulated him yet. “You know how I feel about this. I’m not happy about tonight.” The quiet scoff that left his lips could still be heard over the radio that helped fill the otherwise silent car. “I still won; I don’t know what’s the big deal.”

Shaking your head, already tired of the conversation that had just started. The conversation is the exact same whenever Vernon has a tough fight, it’s been a while since then, but it wasn’t something you’d like to relive.

“That isn’t the point Hansol. You’re hurt, the last time you had a fight this hard you ended up in the hospital with a concussion, one that wasn’t just mild. That wasn’t fun for you or me.” He just rolled his eyes, annoyed that you used his formal name and that you were scolding him. You only used his formal name to make a point or to show your frustration. It was your way of showing him that you were serious.

The car ride returned to its silent atmosphere, this time with annoyed auras coming from both sides. Even with the mutual cold shoulders, you went on with your night as always, just without the talking, you helped Vernon out of the car and up the stairs of the apartment building. He leaned against the wall as you dug through your bag for your keys to open the door. You helped him hobble to the bathroom where he sat on the closed toilet lid while you found the first aid kit.

Just because there was thick tension in the air, it didn’t stop Vernon from following the routine, all of it. His eyes and hands wandered, his hands falling to the back of your thighs, right under your ass and his eyes would switch between staring at your lips and tits. His mind was already off the argument, but you couldn’t say the same about yours.

"You know I hate seeing you hurt, I don't get why you won't stop, Vernon." His lip curled up; you weren't sure if it was his attempt of a sexy smile or the effect of dabbing an alcohol wipe on his cut lip had on him. You voiced your concern either way but got your answer of what the curled lip meant when his arms wrapped around you and his hands fell upon your ass. 

"The money is great, it's a good workout, and I've got my own sexy nurse waiting for me so she can kiss my wounds away." He winked the eye that wasn't swollen shut and squeezed your ass. Slapping his bicep didn't cause him to stop his antics, instead he flexed the muscle and pulled you closer to him. 

Vernon kept you close while you finished nursing his beautiful but bruised face. The after-fight routine continued with you starting the shower for him. Showers were for the night right after the fight where he could let any of the blood from his torso wash off and he could have the warm running water soothe his back. Baths were the saved for the morning after the fights so his sore body could soak.

You left the bathroom, allowing him to shower in peace, but not without turning down his pleads for you to get in with him. He insisted that he wasn’t hurt which caused you to laugh and remind him that you had to help him walk to the shower. Vernon gave up and just asked you to set out a shirt and a pair of sweats for him so he wouldn’t have to limp around the room with his dick swinging. Laughing again you nodded and set the clothes on the vanity.

Keeping yourself busy while Vernon was showering was easy, you felt like you always had something you needed to do. Whether it was something around the apartment or it was something for school, and you couldn’t ever forget about the job you were drowning in since your coworkers always threw their own work onto the massive pile of your own that needed to be completed. Vernon knew about your never-ending stress, and he wasn’t one to add onto it, unless it was before, during, or after a fight. Watching Vernon in the fighting cage was always a way to get your mind off of the other things stressing you out, but not in a good way. Seeing Vernon get hurt was more stressful than anything else combined. He knew that so whenever he wasn’t in the ring, he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, causing you to love him, more than you should.

Sitting on the couch with your laptop on your lap, you got two larger assignments done for one of your classes before you heard the shower turn off. Hearing Vernon grunt his way back to the bedroom, you finished what you were working on so you could go tend to him.

“C’mere, give me a kiss baby, please?” You were walking back into your shared bedroom where you saw Vernon sitting on your bed with his back to the bedpost. Playfully rolling your eyes, you walked over to where Vernon was perched.

"C'mon baby, just one kiss, a reward for winning the match." You know his tricks all too well. "It starts with just one kiss and then it escalates." He shot you a lazy smile, his eyes already glossy from being tired. 

He hummed before he spoke, "Don't give me that look, you let it escalate, you end up begging for me at one point." You huffed as heat flooded your face. "Hansol. You're hurt, we aren't going to have sex."

"I didn't ask you to have sex, I asked you for a kiss. But if getting fucked is what's on your mind, I'm more than happy to help you."

Disbelief is what you were in, you couldn't believe the man in front of you. Especially since he kept going. "Are you wet? I bet you were drenched for me after the fight too, breathing heaving with sweat dripping off me. You were trying not to jump my bones, huh?" 

He laughed. He laughed at you when the eye contact became too much, and you had to look away. He was right, and he knew he was right too.

"Do you want my cock baby?" You didn't trust yourself to speak, so you nodded, and his ego boosted even more but when you looked up and saw his bruising rib cage, you snapped out of the horny daze you were put under by him.

"No, Vernon. You're injured, and I don't want you to get hurt even worse." You started to walk away until he spoke up again, "I could just sit here and let you do all the work. I know you like being on top. It'll help me get better quicker." 

"You promise you'll tell me if you feel any pain?" You stepped closer to him and waited for his response before you made any major moves. “Of course I will, now come here, please.”

Still a bit hesitant, you finished walking to him and before you could do anything else, the lust you had for your boyfriend took everything else. You pressed your lips to his and allowed him to grab your hips to pull you up and over his lap, making you straddle him. Disconnecting your lips just long enough to remove Vernon’s shirt, you smiled at him. You loved the way he looked at you, he looked at you like you were the only thing in the universe, like you were something rare, something that needed to be taken care of and cherished. While it took your breath away, you took Vernon’s away. Every time he looked at you, he couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have you. You always supported him even if you didn’t agree with it, and you stayed with him, after all the matches, the hospital visits, lying to the doctors about what happened, you stayed. Vernon loved you. He worshiped you.

He was pulled out of the daze he created when he felt you kissing his torso. He looked down and saw you place your lips on each and every bruise that littered his skin. When you came back up to his level, you hugged him. He was a bit taken back by it but understood why when you whispered in his ear. “I hate that you let this happen to you Vernon.”

Not knowing what to say to you, he just apologized and kissed you, trying to kiss away the pain he had caused you. “I love you, so much.” You helped the other remove their clothes, running hands gently over skin once it was revealed.

You were hyper aware of the bruises and wounds that were scattered along him, making sure to not put too much pressure on any of them. When you raised your hips to sink down on his cock, you didn’t bounce like Vernon normally preferred, instead you rolled your hips, knowing that it would be easier on his sore muscles.

Groans filled the room as Vernon filled you, both of you throwing you heads back at the feeling. Vernon’s breath got caught in his throat, causing him to let out a choked noise. As soon as his cock was wrapped in your warm, tight walls, he could feel his mind go blank.

The pace you and Vernon silently agreed on was lazy and soft, not the rough, fast pace the two of you were used to. It was nice though, it felt like how “making love” was supposed to be like. “You feel so good Vernon.” You let your head fall to Vernon’s shoulder, your chests flushed together, and you could feel the other’s breath fan across your skin.

Vernon smiled, liking the feeling of your skin on his, the chilled temperature of yours against the feverishness of his. He turned his head so he could look at you, and the sight he was blessed upon made his cock throb inside of you. Your eyes were shut, not too tightly since you were relaxed, and your mouth was parted slightly. Little huffs of air escaping as you rolled your hips.

He then looked down, gazing at the way your hips slowly roll into his, seeing how your naval would be against his lower abdomen and would fall back to just return to that spot. Vernon watched your hips quicken their pace, chasing the high that you were creating for both of you. Your walls constricted around his dick, helping him get closer to his edge as well.

After letting you control everything for the entire time, as Vernon was about to cum, he needed you to speed up. He grabbed your hips and started rolling them into his, even lifting you off of him just to slam you back down. The noises leaving you both filled the room and soon your toes were curling, and you were cumming onto his dick. His release followed yours and he filled you, watching some leak out of you and down his cock.

The stressfulness of the day and what you just did was catching up with you and Vernon, both of you quickly using the bathroom and wiping up the sweat and cum so you could fall asleep and start the new day. Vernon held you close to him for the entire night, whispering his apologies for upsetting you earlier that night, and saying he’ll make it up to you, some way, sometime soon.

After the talk you and Vernon had that night, he pulled himself from all matches that were in the near future. Listening to your concerns and allowing his body to fully heal before he caused any more harm to it. He waited for the wounds to seal and the bruises to fade until he started training again, not wanting to hurt himself anymore, for your sake.

Vernon had been back to working out and training for about a week, after watching your reactions to his once black and blue skin turn its natural color again. When you didn’t wince when you saw his abdomen, he figured it was safe again.

The procrastination hit and the motivation you had to complete schoolwork had disappeared and you decided that whatever Vernon was doing was much more interesting. Walking into gym you saw Vernon who had his back to you. Seeing him train reminded you of something you had been thinking about for a while now.

You had been hesitant to ask him but watching him throw right and left hooks at the punching bag, you figured now would be a good time. "Vern?" You wait for him to acknowledge you before you begun again but instead of just asking you what, he stopped completely.

"What's up? Is everything okay?" He could sense your nervousness when he turned around. You laughed at yourself from thinking you should be nervous around him. "I was just- uh wondering if you could teach me how to box." 

Vernon had been waiting for the day that would ask him to teach you a few moves. He wanted to spend time with you, while doing something he enjoyed, he wanted to share this aspect of his life with you, without you getting hurt. Also, you learning a few techniques wouldn’t be a waste of time, just in case something were to happen to you and Vernon wasn’t around, he wanted to be sure that you would be okay.

To start off with Vernon showed you how to wrap your wrists and hands before putting on the gloves, he also explained why wrapping your hands was necessary. He taught you how to actually punch and a good way to dodge other punches, before he threw you on the mats, asking you to spar. He promised he wouldn’t hurt you and wouldn’t let you hurt him, so you agreed.

All was going well until your glove hit the left side of his face, he made a pained noise and hit the floor. “Oh my god! Vernon, are you okay? I’m so sorry!” You gasped and fell to your knees, joining him on the mat. Moving his gloves from covering his face, you assessed the damage, only to see none. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Vernon’s act broke, he started laughing and it got worse when you started yelling at him.

“Are you fucking serious right now? I thought you were hurt, you asshole!” When Vernon started sitting up and reaching for you, you just pushed him back to the ground and tried to get up. His hand grabbed yours before you could get far and he pulled you to the ground with him, causing you to fall and land on top of his chest.

Vernon ignored your yells and squirms, keeping his arms wrapped around you tight until he was able to roll over, so you were under him. Sliding his hands down to your wrists, he brought both up above your head and held them both in one hand, pinning you under him. “Will you quit yelling? I know you like it when I manhandle you so give me a break. I was just gonna tell you what went wrong in that spar.”

“You didn’t have to scare me like that though.” Your volume was much lower than it had been but not because Vernon told you to be quiet. He was panting above you from fighting your squirming body and you couldn’t move. “Eh, I just wanted to have a bit of fun.” Your bottom lip jutted out, not liking to be teased.

“Don’t pout on me baby, you know I love you.” He leaned down and pecked your bottom lip. When he pulled away you tried chasing his kiss, licking your lip to savoir it, wanting more. Vernon smiled at you and granted your unspoken wish. Before connecting your lips, he spoke against them. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

You tried to turn your head to the side, but Vernon made that nearly impossible when he finally latched his lips to yours. Instead of fighting with him like you originally planned, you felt your once tense muscles relax and melt on the exercise mat below you. You shifted your hips, attempting to flip you and him over so you’d be on top, but Vernon caught it and let his body lay against yours, no longer holding himself up.

After the squeak you let out once the weight was out on you, the only thing heard throughout the home gym was your heavy breathing, your eyes zeroed in on Vernon’s face, everything else had gone blurry. The man above you smiled, sensing your nervousness. He knew you, whenever you were turned on, you would get incredibly nervous. You knew that he knew you, and that made you feel transparent, like Vernon could read your mind. Suddenly your throat felt dry, trying to swallow to regain moisture. “What’s the matter? Tell me what you need.”

At some point Vernon had released your wrists, giving you all control of them again. In the spur of the moment, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brough his face closer to yours, initiating the kiss. Even though you were the one who started the kiss, Vernon had no problem reciprocating it, him also escalating it, of course.

“Vernon~” You whined against his lips, rolling your hips up to try and feel any kind of friction. “So fucking needy, aren’t you? Wanted me to teach you how to box and now you’re humping me?” Well now that Vernon replayed the events exactly for you, you felt embarrassed.  

You don’t want the teasing, he was right, you were needy, and you needed him to fuck you. “Hm, yeah, need you cock, please Vern.” You babbled, already lost in the sense of him. His smell, the way he felt under your fingertips, the sight of him above you. You needed him.

“Haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already dripping through your pants, unbelievable.” His sight was focused on your clothed cunt, watching the wet spot grow with every word that fell out of his mouth. Vernon cursed to himself and set his weight on his knees so his upper body could be straight. He felt down your body until his hands landed to your hips, where the hem of your leggings were. Without saying anything he ripped your leggings and panties down your legs all at once and moved your legs apart from each other.  

He moved down the mat until his face was inches from your bare pussy, he laid his body flat to the mat and took your legs and threw them over his shoulders. You’d never turn down getting head from him but what you wanted was his dick in you. “Want you-” before you could finish your sentence, you felt Vernon drag his tongue through your slit and you could hear the deep inhale that he let in through his nose, smelling your arousal. He never asked you to repeat what you were going to say, instead he played with your clit until you were begging him to not stop. Wrapping his lips around the hidden nub, he sucked harshly until your moans raised in volume. But he pulled away far too soon.

“Wha-” you picked your head up from it being against the mat and looked down at Vernon just in time to see him wipe off his face with the back of his hand. Smiling at you, he said “thought you wanted me in you? I gotta stop playing with your pussy so I can fuck it.” You just whined and had to let the building knot in you web away.

You couldn’t complain for too long though, because Vernon crawled up your body, so his face was above yours and his pelvis was lined up with yours. He drug the tip of his cock up your slit, lubing it up before he prodded at your clenching hole.

It wasn’t Vernon who pushed in however, your impatience took over and you wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him in you instead. He didn’t pull out but as slight punishment he slapped the meat of your thigh, hard. Hard enough for a sting to be left behind as he started thrusting in. The pain mixed with pleasure was something you didn’t mind though, making a mental note to talk to Vernon about that.

Vernon noticed that your mind had gone somewhere else, and he was determined to get all of your attention back on him and only him. “Where’d ya go baby, are you thinking about something else while I’m right here?” Your eyes refocused on the man above you and groaned, his voice was condescending, well aware of the affect that he had on you. “Open your mouth.”

Although you weren’t fully there, you still listened to Vernon and your mouth fell open immediately. You knew what was going to happen, and you didn’t mind, at all. He leaned down closer and collected spit from his mouth, he held your jaw steady and let the glob fall into your awaiting mouth.

He could feel your walls constrict around his cock and that let him know that he hit that specific spot inside of you that made you so submissive for him and that you enjoyed him treating you this way. Vernon took pride in pleasuring you, always making sure you felt good and comfortable, all while making sure you knew your place.

After teasing you for drifting off, he noticed that he did too, getting too caught up in the way he felt inside you, but you chanting his name pulled him out of his own head. His entire focus was on making you cum now, he kept hitting that gummy spot in you and brought his thumb to your clit, drawing fast circles on the bundle of nerves.

“I’m-I’m gonna cum Vernon, please, don’t stop, please.” He listed and sped up his pace, the sound of his hips slapping yours resonated around the room, echoing back to you slightly. Vernon groans when he felt your nails dig into his shoulders, he knew that there would be little crescent marks staring back at him through the mirror in the morning.

Soon he felt your body tense up and your legs that were wrapped around him started shaking, the pleasure spreading throughout your entire body, it all became too much, and your vision was spotty. Vernon let you ride out your high and he slowly pulled out and jerked off over you, finally cumming on your stomach.

He rolled over to lay beside you and rubbed your arm, calming you down the best he could. “You okay baby?” Your head lolled over to the side, facing him. “Yeah, m’okay Vern. Feel good.” The lazy smile you sent his way caused his heart to pound. “I love you.” You reached for your discarded leggings, happy you chose to where a black pair, and wiped up the cum on your stomach. Once you were satisfied with lack of it on you, your rolled over to your side and scooted close to Vernon. Your chests touching now and your head laying on his stretched-out arm.

“I love you too, so much.” He whispered into your hair, glad to feel you so close. Vernon noticed that your eyes were starting to droop, and he knew that you hated waking up feeling gross. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can sleep, okay?”

With only one groan in protest, you let Vernon pick you up bridal style and take you to the bathroom. “Do you want a shower or a bath? A shower will be quicker, and you can sleep sooner.” You looked up at him and just leaned your head on his chest, trying not to fall asleep. “How about we shower, and I hold you up?” You nodded and Vernon made sure to quickly but thoroughly clean you, taking extra precaution when he cleaned your lower body.

You were sure you fell asleep in the shower, because when Vernon was carrying you out, you couldn’t recall half of the time you were in there. Apologizing immediately to him, he just shook it off, instead he apologized for wearing you out that much, which just caused you to giggle and shake your head.

When Vernon went to grab a pair of pajamas for you, you turned them down and asked if the two of you could sleep nude, you justified your request by stating that you wanted to feel close to him while you slept. He laughed a bit but agreed nonetheless and finished drying the two of you off.

He carried you over to your bed and laid you underneath the blankets. “Do you want the fan on?” He started walking over to his side, passing the fan when you said no. Vernon joined you under the blankets, barely getting comfortable before you were laying on top of him. With him rubbing your back and humming, you feel asleep quite fast, Vernon stayed up a bit later to continue rubbing your back, not wanting the feeling of him stopping to cause you to wake up, so he made sure you were already in a deep sleep before he allowed himself to join you.

“I love you, so much, I don’t thank you enough for what you do for me.”

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[jihoonotes]

“cheer up baby” | chwe vernon

summary: not only are you the striker of the soccer team, but you also seem to strike out with the pretty boy of the cheer team.

genre: one-shot, college au | cheerleader!vernon x soccer player!reader

part of the he calls you clingy series.

#seventeen smau #seventeen drabbles #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfic #seventeen series #seventeen social media au #seventeen au #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #vernon #chwe hansol #vernon chwe #vernon x reader #vernon x y/n #vernon x you #vernon smau

[bluewhitehues]

Oneshot | Vernon bf Texts

Boyfriend vernon × fem reader

Genre: humour,crack,funny,fake texts,fluff

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.

A/N: reposting with proper texts this time🤭

I LOVE BF VERNON TEXTS IM OBSESSED WITH THEM, SO HERE'S MY LITTLE ATTEMPT. Ik it isn't that good but so what 😭😂😂

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[gamerwoo]

hansol: the lovers playlist

characters: hansol x female reader

genre/warnings: idol au, friends to maybe something more???, fluff, some angst kinda but hansol’s oblivious to it, mentions of alcohol and reader being drunk

word count: 1,498

summary: i was so stupid for letting you go but i-i-i know you're still the one

a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics, and dialogue in plain bold is meant to be in english

previous song | next song | back to playlist

The majority of your friends were anything but happy, sitting on the benches, sipping their drinks and watching you and Hansol jump around, shouting One Direction at the top of your lungs.

It was Seungcheol’s idea to take everybody out to karaoke. It was kind of a celebration of you and Hansol being friends again, though he didn’t directly say that. Hansol’s friends were obviously elated to have the old happy, go-with-the-flow Hansol back, and so what better way than to bring everyone together, cramped in a karaoke room with plenty of alcohol?

25 people in one room. Cramped was an understatement.

However, your friends were another story...

Your friends didn’t trust Hansol -- at least, most of them didn’t. Jieun, Soey, Mori, Haeun, and Yumi wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. He didn’t mean to hurt you, and maybe things would be different. Maybe he really felt sorry and wanted to make up for what had been done. Maybe he had changed.

That didn’t mean they weren’t wary about you just throwing yourself back into your old habits and routines with him.

Mira, on the other hand, seemed to be the leader of the anti-Hansol club. Her and the other 6 girls were very against you giving him another chance. They saw how easily he tore you apart, and he could do it again. Who was to say another girl wouldn’t come around for him to fall in love with and break your heart? Because despite you promising you weren’t going to fall for him again, they knew that would be hard not to. You’d done it once, and with how close the two of you were getting again, it was basically guaranteed to happen a second time.

“Hello, hello, I know it's been a while but baby I got something that I really wanna let you know, yeah; Something that I wanna let you know,” you and Hansol were both singing.

Mira couldn’t help but sit back and roll her eyes. Of course Hansol picked this song.

Jieun gave Mira a look when she audibly sighed.

“They both like 1D, y’know,” the leader pointed out, leaning in toward Mira so nobody else would hear their conversation even though the music was already blasting.

Mira just frowned deeper, “There are a million other One Direction songs.”

“You say, you say to everybody that you hate me,” the two of you sang, oblivious to what was happening with your groups behind you. “Couldn't blame you 'cause I know I left you all alone, yeah; I know that I left you all alone.”

Hansol didn’t necessarily pick this song on purpose. Were the lyrics perfect for his current situation with you? Yes. Did he know you had a soft spot for the boyband? Of course. But he only picked it because it was the first 1D song to come on, and he saw the way your head snapped up and your eyes widened hearing the preview of the chorus,

Everything else, he decided to chalk up to fate. 

“I was so stupid for letting you go, but I-I-I know you're still the one.”

Did you notice the correlation between the lyrics and what had happened between you and your best friend? No, not really. You were too many drinks deep to understand any sort of deeper meaning. You were honestly happy you even remembered the words and didn’t jumble them up.

“You might have moved on but girl you should know, that I-I-I know you’re still the one.”

But as you danced around drunkenly and happily sang along to the chorus with Hansol, you started to feel all those feelings you did for him before. You knew you told yourself that you wouldn’t fall for him again, but two things always happened when you were drunk.

The first was that old emotions would always get brought up. You’d miss that toxic friend you cut off from school. You’d regret ending things with that situationship who didn’t give two shits about you. It was always old and very bad feelings that resurfaced.

And the second, that kind of went hand-in-hand with the first, was that you didn’t care if you knew it was wrong. You’d tell yourself ‘this makes me happy’ or ‘I can change them’ or ‘I can change for them’. And there was a 50/50 shot that you’d either wake up tomorrow and regret everything, or you’d still feel the same and feel overwhelming embarrassment for letting yourself get to that point again.

But, for now, you had One Direction, alcohol, and overwhelming happiness.

“Wait, you just sing the first half,” Hansol told you before the second verse began.

“Hello, hello, I’m really hoping you’ll forgive me,” you sang, closing your eyes as you bounced back and forth. You knew all the words by heart, anyway. “I keep talking, begging, tell me what I wanna hear, yeah; Girl just tell me what I wanna hear.”

And then it was Hansol’s turn.

“I tried, I tried to start again and find somebody,” he sang as you looked at each other. Both of you were smiling, but Hansol was looking at you in a...weird way. His eyes were happy, but there was something else to the way he looked at you. You were too drunk to place it. “But I remember all the times and all the words we said, yeah; I can’t get it out of my head.”

“And yeah, now I’m back at your door,” you sang.

Hansol leaned in, “You’re looking at me unsure.”

You leaned in, too, “I should’ve seen it before.”

And you both joined together, “You’re all I think about baby--!”

Your high note was cut off as all the lights in the room turned on and the music stopped. Everyone seemed startled by your time suddenly running out, but that was what you got letting Seungcheol be in charge of keeping track of the time. Poor guy was probably one of the drunkest ones in the room and didn’t realize how low your timer had gotten.

“Awwww,” Soonyoung whined before he quickly finished off his drink.

You and Hansol stared at each other, you with childlike disappointment, and him with a lopsided smile as he looked back at you.

“It was still a good duet,” he chuckled with a shrug.

“They cut us off when it was getting good,” you huffed.

“We need to get you home anyway,” Eunji said as she came up behind you, putting her hands on your shoulders. “You’re farther gone than you think, sweetheart.”

“If I could still navigate the subway, then I’m not drunk enough,” you stated, which you’d made your golden rule after a very weird night-out as trainees -- a night your managers still didn’t know about and didn’t need to know about, “and I promise I could still navigate the subway.”

“Sure, _____,” she gave your right shoulder a pat. “Good thing our managers are picking us up. Let’s go.”

But instead of going with her, letting her lead you by your shoulders, you pulled forward and away from her hands, ungracefully pressing your body to Hansol’s as your arms wrapped around him.

You and Hansol didn’t hug often when you were friends before. Sure, you spent all your free time together and even slept in the same bed sometimes, but you were never ones to just...hug. It happened a few times, but not often. So the fact you were hugging him now for the first time since making up, it took him by surprise. It almost knocked the wind out of him as he stood there, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape before he registered to hug you back.

Thankfully, he was too taken off guard to notice the look Eunji made as she rolled her eyes.

“Text me when you get home, ‘kay?” you told him when you pulled back.

He nodded numbly, “Y-yeah. You too.”

You smiled at him, “See ya.”

And then you followed the rest of your group out, some of which had stopped by the door and watched your interaction. When you were far enough down the hall, they started scolding you for clearly falling for him again while you began your typical drunken excuses.

Meanwhile, Seventeen stayed behind and got their jackets and belongings together before the workers came in to clean up. Hansol walked over to one of the couches where he’d shrugged off his denim jacket, and Joshua came up to him, a smirk on his face.

“Really?” he asked with a chuckle. “’Still the One’? Be a little less obvious next time, dude.”

“Or at least less cheesy,” Jeonghan added on, making a face. “Those subtitles? I thought I was going to vomit.”

Yeah, the song choice might’ve been kind of cringe all things considered. But it put the biggest smile on your face, and to him, that was all that mattered.

Which was arguably more cheesy than the song choice.

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[lololololchips]

Can you do bf!texts for Vernon??

i love vernon so much hes literally my bestie (REAL)

anywaayyss here you go:)

Vernon Chwe || boyfriend texts with vernon!

genre: one!shot texts, smau, fluff, idol!bf x non!idol gf

warnings: fem pronouns, cursing, angst (?), nsfw mentions (last slide)

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[renaiswriting]

Make a Wish

Pairing: Chwe Vernon/Reader

Summary:

Vernon tries to surprise you with a birthday cake for your birthday.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Word count: +1.1k words

Author's note: It's officially my birthday (yeyy) so I wrote this for myself lol, I hope you enjoy it as well~

Masterlist.

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Vernon was acting weird.

Starting two days ago, he had been going more quiet than usual.

At first, you attributed it to the tour that was just days away, with the preparations for a new comeback and the tight schedules and itineraries he had had.

But as the days went by, the tension didn't seem to want to leave his body.

It was strange; Vernon wasn't usually the type of person to get such nerves before such big events, so it was starting to worry you.

"Are you sure you're okay? You barely touched your dinner." You asked worriedly. You weren't the best cook in the world, but Vernon always ate every last crumb of any meal you prepared for him.

"Yes," he replied after a few seconds. "I think I'm about to be sick," he mumbled, bringing a hand to his stomach and patting it gently.

"Maybe we should save the movie for another night. Do you want me to call someone to come get you?" You offered. Whenever you were able to have a night to yourselves, you enjoyed watching some movies until it became physically impossible to keep your eyes open and you decided to go to sleep.

This had been the first one in a long time, and you had really been looking forward to it, but it broke your heart to see Vernon in such a state.

"No." Vernon shook his head, letting your hands massage his tired shoulders. "Tomorrow is your birthday; I want to be here when you wake up. With all the preparations and rehearsals we have today, I doubt I'll be able to see you all day."

"It doesn't matter; we can celebrate another day, really." You loved your birthdays, but as you got older and older, adult life left you little time to properly celebrate. "I have to go to work early tomorrow anyway; I doubt I'll even have time off." You joked, trying to make him feel better.

"Still." Vernon insisted, "I'm sure I just need a little rest tonight, and tomorrow I'll be fine again."

You restrained yourself from continuing with an argument; it was rare to get Vernon to change his mind once he already had something on his mind, and if he was really feeling bad, it was best to just lie down and get a good night's sleep.

His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body.

The soft blankets covering you, his hands caressing your skin, the soft kisses he was leaving on the back of your head, and his slow breathing were all you needed to fall asleep in a matter of seconds.

Hours later (which unfortunately felt like seconds since you had closed your eyes), you woke up to your back getting cold.

You rolled over, noticing that Vernon wasn't sleeping next to you, and instantly became aware of the smell of burning coming from the kitchen.

The clock on your bedside table showed that it was almost half past six in the morning.

Dragging your favorite blanket off the bed, you hurried to investigate what was causing the smell.

Just by opening the bedroom door (which Vernon had closed to avoid waking you up), you could already make out a thin layer of smoke going from the oven to the ceiling.

The windows were closed, and that didn't help the air circulate.

Vernon was still wearing the same clothes he had gone to sleep in, and his hair was so disheveled that it was hard to tell where one strand began and another ended.

His cheeks were covered with flour, and his cheeks glistened with sweat.

He looked adorable.

The more you watched him, you began to notice more details, like the splashes on his favorite hoodie.

"Now what?" Vernon muttered, opening the oven door and pulling out a mass so dark it might as well be black.

If it weren't for the strong burnt aroma, you'd swear he'd tried to bake something chocolate.

Vernon stood motionless, staring at his creation without any kind of reaction.

Sighing, he pulled his cell phone out from under some egg cartons he had used and typed something there.

"Good morning, handsome."

Vernon raised his head so fast, you'd swear you'd heard a crack.

"Ah, no!" Vernon cried, covering what he had taken out of the oven with his arms, his cheeks turning a pale pink. "What are you doing up at this hour? You were still supposed to be sleeping."

His reaction took you by surprise, and you turned around and covered your eyes. "Sorry! I just wanted to see where you were." You explained. "I didn't see anything!"

Vernon went on moaning for a few moments, cleaning up the mess he had made and covering his creation with the first thing he could find.

"Go to sleep." He asked, but you were already wide awake, and both he and you knew that no matter how hard you tried, it would be nearly impossible for you to fall back asleep.

"Can I turn over?"

"Yeah," Vernon replied.

His face was getting redder and redder with every second your eyes were on him.

"What were you doing?" you asked him, your hand reaching for his cheek that was still covered in traces of flour.

"A cake. A birthday cake." Vernon confessed, "I followed all the instructions Mingyu sent me, but I don't know what went wrong."

"I wanted to surprise you with a birthday breakfast." He added.

You couldn't say anything.

Vernon didn't usually cook or bake anything.

It just wasn't something he was interested in, especially when he knew he could easily survive on sandwiches.

You would never have thought he would have been planning something like this.

You didn't need a mirror to know that your eyes were sparkling when you looked at him.

When Mingyu showed me how it had to be done step by step a week ago, I thought it was going to come out perfect." Vernon lamented scratching behind his neck. "I already bought a new birthday cake; it should be here soon."

You cut him off, silencing him by connecting your lips with his.

"You're perfect." You shook your head, still in disbelief. "Was this the reason for how weird you were acting these days?"

"I wanted it to come out perfect. I was really nervous of messing it up."

"Cancel the purchase. The only birthday cake I'm going to accept is the one you baked."

"It's all burned. Mingyu told me vanilla cakes were the best, so I changed the recipe he had told me to a new one, mixing up some of the preparation steps."

"Let's pretend it's chocolate." You laughed, hugging him again. "Thanks Vernon."

"Happy birthday."

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[peachesyeo]

little fourteen ── julius and the members vernon ver. 1

💌 parings: seventeenot13 x 14thmember!male!oc 💌 genre: 14th member au, crack, fluff 💌 contains: ft. other members of svt, moments of julnon (ship name between vernon & julius). Happy Vernon Day! 💌 word count: - all facts about member are made up! THIS IS JUST AN IMAGINE!

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

#01

🍊: So we have two members that sleeps weirdly. 🍊: When Vernon sleeps, we’re always worried whether he was still breathing. 🍊: When Julius sleeps, he pulls the blanket over his head. 🍊: He looks like a dead body in the morgue. 🦖: We call them the ‘passed away duo’. 🐢: But at least you can see that I’m breathing. 🐰: No, your breathing is quite shallow. 🐢: *scratches head* 🐢: Really?

#02

🐰: Vernon hyung. 🐢: Yeah? 🐰: Don’t eat that. There’s peanuts in it. 🐢: Oh. 🐢: *hands over sandwhich to Julius* 🐰: *passes him a bowl of half-eaten ramen* 🐢: Where did you get this? 🐰: Mingyu hyung isn’t looking. I finished his coke too. 🐢: Oh okay. Thanks.

Meanwhile 🐶: Did anyone see my ramen?

#03

🐰: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 🐰: AHHHSOXKWPCKWOCNAK AHHHHHHH 🐢: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELP 🐰: Smack it hyung! Make it go away! 🐢: I can’t! Move move move! 🐰: *choked noises* 🐢: *screams again* 🐰: ITS FLYING TOWARDS YOU &@$?!-

🐯: What’s going on? Why are you standing outside the kitchen, hyung? 😇: There’s a bug in the kitchen and I closed the door lol.

#04

🐰to🐢: 🐰: *turns on the switch* 🐰: *whispers* Vernon hyung, it’s time to get up. 🐰: *pats Vernon gently* 🐢: *stirs* 🐢: *mumbles sleepily* 🐰: Sleep for awhile more, hyung. I’ll come back and call you later. 🐢: *hums*

🐰to🦖: 🐰: *jumps on his bed* 🐰: YAH LEE JONGCHAN WAKE UP RIGHT NOW

#05

🐰🍚⚔️: *waiting for Vernon’s part to be over* ⚔️: Wah. ⚔️: Vernon is really handsome. ⚔️: He is indeed the DiCaprio of Seventeen. 🍚: *side eyes DK* 🍚: That’s such an old nickname. 🐰: *suddenly puts his hand on his eyes* 🍚: Kyu what are you doing? ⚔️: Did something go into your eye? 🐰: I’m shielding myself from Vernon hyung’s blinding beauty. 🍚: …

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