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operation: hot girl summer

PAIRING ▸ vernon chwe x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, humor, summer romance au, best friends to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, weed consumption, ft. annoying friends seungkwan and chan, vernon is also annoying but in moderation, so much sexual tension!!, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap!), high sex, thigh riding, fingering, vernon has a dog named taco bell

SUMMARY ▸ the summer you started putting more effort into your appearance also happens to be the summer where vernon chwe's piercing gaze leaves you feeling like you're floating high up in the clouds.

PLAYLIST ▸ i need u, in the summertime by warren hue, chasu • vintage by niki

WORD COUNT ▸ 4,890 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ hihi !! this is kind of my svtblr debut ?? i just wanted to write a short drabble bc i’m experiencing post concert depression and in my vernon feels rn <//3 LOL i thought of this spontaneously and spent four hours writing it but i hope you guys enjoy!

DURING THE SUMMER FOLLOWING YOUR FRESHMAN YEAR AT COLLEGE, YOU DECIDED IT WAS TIME FOR A CHANGE.

After an entire year of wearing the same oversized sweater and denim jeans to your lecture halls and club meetings, you realized it was about time for a wardrobe upgrade. With the money you set aside from your part-time job, you spent the first week of summer buying clothing that accentuated your body type and didn’t make you look like a shapeless blob lost in a sea of fabric.

You also invested in makeup products to practice enhancing your features. Your first few attempts were downright atrocious, but many YouTube tutorials and makeup remover wipes later, you found yourself getting the hang of it.

To be honest, this was mainly spurred by your mid-finals week epiphany that you were the only one in your friend group who still looked like her high school self. Everyone had worked on their image or managed to magically glow up, but you were still stuck with the same style.

When your older sister questioned this sudden change, asking if you had a special someone you wanted to impress, you shut her down immediately. There was no way you were practicing makeup for a guy who couldn’t tell the difference between M.A.C’s Ruby Woo and Fenty Beauty’s Uncensored shades.

Although, you definitely weren’t opposed to any compliments.

This was the summer for your rebirth. More specifically, you called it Operation: Hot Girl Summer. You wanted to become completely desirable and maybe get some action going on while you were at it. It had been years since you had been in a proper relationship, and since you engaged in zero hook-ups during college, you figured you deserved some dick.

Currently, you were sitting at a park bench that was about a quarter of a mile from your house. Your friends were picking you up to spend a day at the river, and you weren’t exactly ready for your parents to see you showing an unholy expanse of skin, so you left the house with a duffel bag. Once you got out of range, you stripped off your sweatpants and jacket so that you were left in your black tie string bikini with an oversized white shirt that fell to your thighs.

“Are you guys here yet?” you complained into your phone. “I’ve been waiting here for ages!”

You had, in fact, been waiting for three and a half minutes.

“We’re almost there,” Boo Seungkwan replied, which left you startled for a moment because you called Vernon. You recalled Seungkwan scolding his friend multiple times in the past for answering the phone while driving, so he must have snatched it at the sound of the ringer going off. “You’re so whiny—calm down.”

“I feel weird sitting at the park like this,” you defended. It was true; sitting at a fairly crowded park in a shirt that left little to the imagination made you feel strange.

“We’ll be there soon,” you heard Vernon Chwe speak up in the background. “Chan took ten minutes to pick out what shoes he wanted to bring.”

“I did not!” Lee Chan defended. “It was, like, eight.”

You rolled your eyes. “Chan, I’m gonna kill you, and it’s gonna be—”

Before you could think of extending your threat into something morbid, you saw Vernon’s Toyota Camry pulling into the parking lot. You grabbed your duffel bag and made a run for the car, skirting around to the other side where your designated seat was in the back. You closed the door and scooted back in your seat, trying to ignore Chan’s comical slack jaw and Seungkwan’s wide eyes.

“Hey, guys,” you greeted sheepishly.

Vernon turned his head to see what all the silence was about, and his eyebrows lifted in pleasant surprise at what you were wearing. “Whoa.” You swore he let his eyes sweep down for a brief moment, and it made your face feel hot. “I was so sure you were gonna wear jeans to the river.”

“I just wanted to look cute,” you explained. “It’s not weird, is it?”

Seungkwan cleared his throat. “No, not at all.”

“Then why’s Chan staring at me like I’m the second coming of Jesus?”

You had been friends with Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan since your senior year of high school, and it was a mere coincidence that you all wound up going to the same college. Your relationship was embarrassingly codependent for the first few months of your freshman year, but you were able to branch out more once you had adjusted. However, it still felt like you could never get rid of them (not that you wanted to).

Chan looked like a fish out of water for a moment before he regained his composure. “No, it’s just… you look so different.”

“That’s the whole point,” you said with a grin. “I’m trying out a new look to express myself.”

“Express what?” Seungkwan deadpanned. “Lack of clothing equates to lack of personality?”

You mocked offense with a hand to your mouth. “Fuck off!”

“I’m kidding!” he defended. “It’s like how Vernon dresses like those New York fashion school students from TikTok with their atrocious layering. It reflects how fucking weird he is.”

“Um,” Vernon interrupted, “I prefer eccentric.”

“Yeah, okay,” Seungkwan replied with a scoff and then turned to face you again, “but, seriously, jokes aside, it looks good.”

You beamed. “Thanks, ‘Kwan!” You turned to Chan with a fake, sugary smile. “That’s how a compliment works, Chan.”

“Noted,” he grumbled. “Anyway, my mom wants me home before six, so please don’t decide to go for a 7/11 run at midnight or something.”

“Even if we did, we’d just go without you,” Vernon answered from the driver’s seat.

“Hey!”

You laughed along with Seungkwan, teasing the poor boy next to you incessantly until he gave up on defending himself and slumped back in his seat. You only realized a smile was still ghosting your lips when you caught Vernon’s piercing gaze in the rearview mirror. At that moment, your smile dropped completely, replaced by you pressing your lips together in a thin line from being so flustered.

Nothing ever felt off or uncomfortable between you and Vernon. He always just treated you like all his other friends, so you just assumed he saw you as part of his weird brotherhood or whatever. There were never awkward moments that didn’t blow over with a laugh and joking comments. Now, though, you felt like something had completely thrown your relationship with him off-kilter.

That wasn’t to say that you never saw him in a romantic way, though. There were times where you would indulge yourself in the thought of Vernon being your boyfriend—kissing you, holding you, and holding your hand as you walked from class. He was extremely good looking, for sure, so you never thought it was anything weird to think of your best friend as attractive.

The comfort in that was that he would never think of you in such a way.

Now, though, you were unsure if that was the case.

When you all reached the lake, Seungkwan and Chan were already gathering their belongings and bounding toward the picnic tables nearby. Vernon was muttering something under his breath about them being impatient, so you decided to stick around and walk with him so that he wouldn’t be alone.

“They’re energetic, aren’t they?” you offered for the sake of small talk.

Vernon snorted. “You’d probably have to tie Chan down to get him to sit still for once.”

“That could be hot.” You thought the comment would pass over his head, like all of your dirty jokes typically did, but Vernon just stared at you with a smirk ghosting his lips. You were stuttering as you clarified, “N-not that I’m imagining anything weird.”

“Sure,” Vernon brushed it off. “So, is this new look of yours gonna be a permanent thing?”

“For a while, at least,” you said. “Why? Is it bad?”

He shrugged. “You could pull off anything, so it doesn’t really matter as long as you’re comfortable.”

You swallowed thickly. Since when did Vernon get so bold? It wasn’t like he never complimented you before, but you were taking them a bit more seriously now that you were actively trying to look hot.

“I mean, the comments from men on Tinder are always a nice ego boost,” you said.

Before you could start walking toward the lake, Vernon put his hand against the frame of his car to block your path, closing in on you all of a sudden. The close proximity took you by surprise, and you were finding it hard to breathe when all you could take in was the faint smell of his cologne. It was nice, but you were terrified that it was just going to make you want to lean in closer.

“Tinder?” he asked, all light and airy like he was genuinely curious. “What’re you doing on Tinder?”

“Like I said, ego boost,” you answered in a breath. “Or, well, I’m trying to have a hot girl summer.”

He hummed. “How’s that working out for you?”

“Eh. I’m not really interested in anyone I talk to on that app.”

“You’ve always preferred guys you have a connection with, huh?”

You nearly choked, trying to cover it up as a laugh. “What’re you implying, Vernon?”

“Nothing.” He drew back with a grin playing on his lips. “Just making sure you know that I’m available.”

With that, he walked off to the picnic table, leaving you leaning back against the cool metal of his car and trying to keep your head from spinning. This was not the Vernon Chwe you knew. This was not the boy who ducked his head to blush whenever someone complimented him; who would stop dead in his tracks to pet stray cats; who would walk into his anatomy and physiology lecture hall completely zooted and walk out not knowing how he aced his exam.

You were not used to this Vernon—the cool, collected, confident one. He was throwing you in for a loop, but what you hated was how he left you eager for more.

You walked to the picnic table, setting your duffel bag on top as you saw Chan and Seungkwan running for the water. There was a rope swing hanging from a tree branch that Kim Mingyu had securely tied there a few years ago. Seungkwan and Chan took turns using it to jump into the water, hollering as they dove in.

Vernon chuckled to himself as he heard their shouts. He unzipped his backpack to pull out a little container of weed-infused gummies. He popped open the lid and held it out to you.

“Want one?” he asked.

“You brought edibles?” you asked, and when he confirmed with the Cheshire grin that spread across his face, you shrugged and took one. “Thanks.”

He took one for himself when you popped it in your mouth, tasting the hint of weed that lingered in the gummy. You always preferred getting high this way because you hated the act of smoking, so Vernon always brought this as an alternative for your sake.

You could practically feel Vernon’s stare when you peeled off your shirt, revealing the bikini that you were so desperate to hide from your parents. You thought it was perfectly appropriate for the summertime, but your parents probably wouldn’t think the same considering you were hanging out with three college boys. Seungkwan and Chan were harmless, though; they would only be consumed by momentary shock from years of you dressing like a Catholic school nun.

Vernon… you weren’t sure if harmless was the right term, but let’s just say you didn’t mind his attention on you.

“I’m putting the shirt back on,” you teased Vernon, and you actually followed through by slipping it back on. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” he answered coolly. “I think it’s hotter if you go in the water like that, actually.”

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Every time you thought you could mess with Vernon’s head, he delivered a fatal blow.

You weren’t going to back down, though, so you went in the water with your shirt still on. Once you were drenched, you realized that Vernon was deeply appreciating the view of your bikini showing through the thin white material of your shirt.

“I see what you mean now,” you grumbled, waving your hands in front of you when Seungkwan splashed you.

“See?” Vernon waded in the water toward you, and he pinched your thigh in a teasing manner under the water. Thankfully, Chan and Seungkwan were occupied up ahead with their little challenge of who could hold their breath underwater for longer. “It is hotter.”

“Are you already high or something?” you asked, amazed. “Your horniness is unfiltered.”

“I can filter it,” he said. “It just won’t be as fun.”

“No, keep going. I’m enjoying this.”

“I’m sure you are. Right in front of all our friends, too?”

“I mean, it’s not like you’re gonna do anything—”

“You think I won’t?” His question caught you by surprise, but he was relentless, just staring at you with that smug look on his face. “We could walk back right now and I could take you in my car.”

You barked out a laugh and pushed at his chest. Part of you was still in disbelief, unable to grasp that those words just came out of his mouth.

“Since when did you wanna fuck me?”

“Uh…” Vernon pretended to count his fingers. “Beginning of freshman year.”

“What? Really?”

“Yeah, it was when we were volunteering at the soup kitchen together.”

You deadpanned, “You wanted to fuck me while we were preparing food for people in need?”

“Okay, not fuck,” he corrected, a flush of red tinting his ears. “I started to like you back then. You just looked really pretty with your hair tied up, and especially when you were being so kind to everyone while you were in charge of serving. I just… I really started to like you more than a friend, but I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship.”

Your chest heated up, like a burst of affection had exploded somewhere in your heart. You remembered that day vividly, and nothing about Vernon’s behavior would have made you suspect he had underlying feelings. He was always subtle in the way he showed his love, but you never thought he was harboring any feelings for you that surpassed anything platonic.

Before you could respond, Seungkwan called, “Hey! Do you guys wanna start on the grill first?”

You frowned, yelling back, “You’re just being lazy! Go do it yourself!”

“We’re in the middle of an intense competition!”

Vernon nudged your shoulder. “C’mon, I’ll help.”

You groaned and unwillingly trudged back to the picnic table. The grill beside the table looked extremely worn down, but you four had been using it for the past two years, so you were sure it wouldn’t let down just yet.

“Your shirt’s all soaked,” Vernon observed, and you wondered if this was just an excuse for him to ogle at you. “We can swing by my place before I drop you off at home, and you can wear some of my clothes instead.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” You gestured to your duffel bag that was laying on top of the picnic table. “I have extra clothes in there.”

Vernon did not look amused.

“Hey!” Seungkwan called from the lake. He and Chan were wading in the water, drenched head to toe from splashing each other earlier. “Pass us the beach ball!”

Before you could react, Vernon grabbed your duffel bag and chucked it into the water below. You let out a gasp, watching in horror as your poor spare clothes got unnecessarily soaked.

“That’s not the ball,” Chan pointed out intelligently. He was brimming with keen observations.

“Oops,” Vernon mumbled, all lighthearted about his clearly purposeful crime. He grabbed the inflatable beach ball that they wanted and tossed it toward them. “Sorry about that! Bring back the duffel bag when you’re done, please.”

When he turned to see you glaring at him, Vernon mocked an innocent look. “What?”

“You’re dead to me.”

“Then no barbecue for you.”

“Hey!”

To your surprise, Vernon hadn’t made any further advances since your steamy exchange earlier at the river. You carried on having a great day with your friends, and Chan and Seungkwan went on without suspecting anything going on between you two. Vernon, on one hand, seemed perfectly fine, but you were suffocating with all of the sexual tension.

During the car ride home, Seungkwan and Chan still didn’t get suspicious when Vernon said he was dropping you off last. It made no sense for him to do so considering your house was on the way to Chan’s. You were about to come up with an excuse (though they didn’t ask for one), but your head started to feel foggy as the edible kicked in.

When you and Vernon were left alone in his car, you asked, “Are you feeling it, too?”

He looked over his shoulder to spare you a glance in the back seat. “Are you high? I guess I’m kinda feeling it.”

“I feel kinda floaty.”

Vernon chuckled. “I’ll get you something to eat when we get to my place.”

You realized during the drive that you had never properly been inside Vernon’s house. You remembered standing outside with Seungkwan and waiting for him to come outside, but he never invited you guys inside. Seungkwan theorized that he was hiding something terrifying inside—something evil.

And he was.

The moment you entered Vernon’s room, you heard snarling from the corner of the room.

You turned to see his stupid chihuahua eyeing you down, and it seemed to be fixing its gaze on the plate of cheese and crackers you were holding. Vernon got you some from the kitchen as soon as you guys were inside, and then he asked you to wait in his room while he filled up cups of water.

You didn’t expect to meet his dog, though. You only recalled a few horrifying interactions you had with the animal when Vernon took him out on walks. You tried to stand up straighter, glaring back at its beady little demon eyes.

“Taco,” you warned. “No.”

First name Taco, last name Bell.

Why Vernon named his dog after Taco Bell was a question no one knew the answer to. It was one people normally didn’t get to ask because the first question that would come to mind was how he managed to own the spawn of Satan in the form of a chihuahua.

Vernon walked into his room at that moment, and Taco calmed down immediately. You stared in utter disbelief, mentally cursing out the stupid dog for being fake.

“What’s Taco doing here?” he mumbled before holding the door open. “Taco, your food bowl’s in the kitchen.”

The chihuahua’s ears perked up at the word food, his short tail wagging as he scurried to the kitchen. Vernon snickered at his dog and closed the door, turning to see your reaction. He seemed to sense that something was amiss.

“Was my dog bothering you?” he asked.

“Your dog came straight from Hell,” you answered. “If you came any later, you probably would’ve seen me getting attacked by your chihuahua.”

He laughed. “Sorry about him.” He walked over to you and rubbed your upper arms gently. “I’m sure he’ll warm up to you eventually.”

“Eventually,” you echoed in a mutter, a bitter edge to your tone.

“I put your clothes in the dryer,” he told you, changing the topic before you went off on another angry tangent about his dog. “You probably shouldn’t wear a bikini around the house. I can get you one of my shirts.”

“You just wanted to see me in your clothes,” you teased.

“Hm…” He traced his finger down your arm. “So what if I did?”

“Just take them off yourself if you wanna see it so bad,” you challenged, and you were sure it was the weed talking at this point because you weren’t even flinching at what you proposed.

You yelped when Vernon grabbed your face and sealed his lips over yours in a fit of passion, and it took you a moment to gather your bearings, but it was everything you had ever wanted. Vernon’s sudden actions morphed into something so loving and gentle, making you feel like you were floating in the air. His hands dropped to grip your waist, pulling you impossibly closer so that your bodies were flush against each other.

When you pulled away for air, you floundered for words. “W-what was that?”

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he murmured before pulling you again for a long, sweet kiss.

You felt your heart soar at his words, and it prompted you to deepen the kiss, allowing him to nibble on your lower lip and slide his tongue past your lips. Vernon was a little sloppy at first, but it was almost as if he knew exactly what you would like. You moved your hands up his chest, admiring how built he was. A body as sculpted like his belonged in a museum, and here you were, running your hands along such beautifully chiseled features.

Vernon broke from your lips to pepper kisses down your neck, grinning at each whimper and squirm he incited from you. You never expected him to be so forward, even after all the flirting from the river, but you were liking this new side of him you uncovered.

He moved back until he was sitting on the bed, pulling you down on his thigh. You shivered under his touch, watching as his hand moved from your waist, to your hips, to your thighs. He squeezed lightly and scooted you higher up on his leg.

“Ride my thigh, doll,” he said.

You balked. “R-ride?”

The question almost came out too innocently, and it left Vernon smiling fondly at you. He moved his hands back to your hips to help guide your hips.

“Just start moving your hips, and I’ll help you out,” he said. You followed what he said, rocking your hips against his thigh slowly, and he groaned a little at the sight of you. “Put your full weight on me.”

You did as he said and shifted your weight so that you weren’t holding yourself up. You found that this position offered more friction between the thin material of your bikini bottoms and Vernon’s pants. He pulled your hips forward each time you rode him, and soon, you were going faster and faster to chase the growing pleasure you felt down there.

“Can I help?” he asked in a low voice, tugging at the string of your bottoms with his finger. You already understood the implication perfectly, so you nodded.

He slipped his finger past the fabric and rubbed your slit with two fingers, pleased at how soaked your cunt was. You nearly cried when his thumb planted on your swollen clit, rubbing circles along it so that you felt electricity shoot up your spine. You gripped the front of his shirt, trying to continue your motions, but you were failing miserably with the way he was playing with your cunt.

Vernon tested the waters by slipping a finger inside you, and your walls clenched and throbbed around his finger at the sudden intrusion. You never realized just how nice Vernon’s hands were, and the precision of his finger inside you was making you go crazy. It was when he added another finger that you were about to become a moaning mess on top of him, halting your rocking motions immediately.

Maybe it was the weed making you more sensitive, but you were feeling the aching below already. Heat prickled under your skin, and you reached to tug on his hair so that he would get the hint. You couldn’t trust yourself to form coherent words.

“Ah,” Vernon whispered when he realized, pulling away completely and keeping eye contact with you as he licked his fingers slowly.

“What was that for?” you whined, getting agitated as your impending wave of pleasure simmered down.

“I wanna make you cum on my cock for your first time,” he explained, and you had to appreciate the sentiment despite the vulgarity of the sentence.

He nipped at your neck as he switched positions, laying you down on his bed and getting on top of you. He helped you with your clothing first, getting rid of the bikini with slow, careful movements. He made sure to take in the way you looked while you were completely bare in front of him.

You looked up at Vernon, feeling hazy and overcome with longing as he undid his pants with one hand and pushed them off his hips. You helped him tug down his boxers, revealing his impressive size as his cock slapped the underside of his belly.

He smirked a little. “Like what you see?”

“Shut up,” you complained and pulled him closer by the front of his shirt. “Keep going.”

“Are you sure about this, Y/N?” he asked, eyes boring into yours to look for an answer.

You nodded eagerly, whispering, “Please.”

Vernon nodded, pushing into you slowly at first. He had to get used to the tight squeeze at first, letting out a groan into the crook of your neck as your clenching walls gradually let up on him. When you adjusted to his girth, you gave him the green light to keep going, and he started to thrust slowly and stare at the place where his cock disappeared inside you.

He sped up, leaving you moaning and crying for more underneath him. The way he split you apart and held you in his arms made you feel like you were shattering in his hold and being put back together again—over and over. Your thoughts were hazy as he mercilessly pounded into you, whispering words of praise in your ear.

You’re doing so good for me. You feel so good, baby. You look so perfect under me.

It was all making you inch closer and closer to your release. You arched your back, breasts pressing against his chest as his fingers imprinted bruises in your thighs in his attempt to keep them pried apart.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he rasped against the shell of your ear. “Cum for me, doll, and keep your eyes on me as you do.”

You managed to tilt your chin up so that you were looking into his eyes, face contorting and twisting as you got closer and closer to your high. Then, with one final, punctuated thrust, Vernon had you falling over the edge and holding onto him as your vision went blurry. His dark eyes misted over just a bit as you fell apart under him.

The pleasure was blinding, almost feeling numb until you were able to register how great those waves felt. Vernon helped you ride through it with shallow thrusts, up until he was cumming himself, needing to pull out of you and spill his cum onto your stomach. You were far too spent to even care, and your head was still so lost in the clouds that you were just thinking about the intense pleasure you just experienced. You were still recovering from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

He collapsed next to you, chest heaving in unison with yours for a moment before blurting out, “Please don’t let that be a one-time thing.”

You laughed. “Are you kidding? That was incredible.” You shook your head a little. “I don’t think I’m cut out for this hot girl summer thing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t just hook up with people like that,” you said. It was true; this afterglow of sex was making you feel connected to Vernon on levels you couldn’t imagine before. “You were right; I can only do it if I have a connection with the person.”

He reached over to brush your hair out of your face, giving you a half-smile. “So?”

“So…” you trailed off for a moment before asking shyly, “how about we just date instead?”

Vernon broke into a brilliant grin, and you swore he had never looked so beautiful.

“I like the sound of that,” he said, pulling you closer, “but I’m exhausted, so let’s cuddle and talk about it later.”

You giggled. “Deal.”

Operation: Hot Girl Summer was an utter failure, but you were starting to like this turn-out a lot better.

“So, you’re telling me, you two are dating now?” Chan asked, looking between you and Vernon several times. He looked back at Seungkwan. “Are they pranking us?”

“Can’t be. Vernon’s not that funny,” Seungkwan dismissed. “Oh my god… you guys actually are dating.”

Vernon rolled his eyes, fighting back a smile, and you just leaned over and kissed his cheek to further prove your point to them. “Yes, idiots, we’re a couple.”

“That was a very short-lived hot girl summer,” Seungkwan said with a snicker.

And he was right, but now you scored yourself the best boyfriend you could ask for, so you weren’t complaining one bit.

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Seventeen recs

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operation: hot girl summer by @shuaflix

Vernon x fem!reader (wc - 4.8k) best friends to lovers, summer romance AU - fluff, smut, crack the summer you started putting more effort into your appearance also happens to be the summer where vernon chwe's piercing gaze leaves you feeling like you're floating high up in the clouds.

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Vernon x fem!reader (wc - 8.4k) brother´s friend AU fluff, angst(ish), smut

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wnjunhui · 6 months

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jae-bummer · 1 year

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An Absolute Pinecone

Request: 2,7,8 vernon?

Prompt:

2) "Don't look at them. Look at me."

7) "We really need to stop meeting like this."

8) "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you."

Pairing: Seventeen Vernon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Taking a deep breath, you shouldered your way into the crowded restaurant. There was no special occasion to celebrate, no person you were going to meet for a few drinks. It was just you and your endless thoughts driving you toward some form of comfort.

The restaurant had been your favorite before, and it was still allowed to be your favorite after. Just because you dragged some guy you were dating here nearly every weekend he had off, didn't mean the place was tainted now. He probably didn't even remember where it was, let alone that they had a pork nurungji gangjeong that he was obsessed with.

Big, stupid, dumb boy who definitely didn't trash your heart and totally understood every reason you gave for breaking up.

Navigating toward the host stand, you took a place in line and crossed your arms. Normally you made reservations for a place so popular, but today, you had every intention of perching yourself at the bar and having a dinner for one.

"You know, we really need to stop meeting like this," a familiar voice chimed behind you.

You closed your eyes and attempted to stifle the groan forming in the back of your throat. Why was he here?

"Hey," you managed, turning around.

Hansol Vernon Chwe.

You couldn't help it as your eyes roamed over his body. It was infuriating how someone who could make you feel so bad could simultaneously look so good.

Your relationship has begun to fall apart only a few weeks ago. It originally seemed like the two of you were a good fit. He was one of the goofiest people you had ever met and was so authentically Vernon. He knew how to make you laugh and even better, knew how to laugh at himself.

The two of you managed to live in the bubble of your own world for a while. You knew in the long run it wouldn't be easy to date someone in his profession. It took an immense amount of patience, understanding, and communication. You both were great at those first two points, but communication had become increasingly difficult.

Vernon tended to have a very one-track thought process. He was constantly lost in his own world, and if something wasn't happening directly in front of him, it was often out of sight out of mind. With his recording, practicing, and touring, you were very often that thing that was forgotten.

"Hey," he said pleasantly.

You watched as a boxy grin appeared easily on his handsome face. After all you had said to him (and regretted), he still could look upon you fondly.

"How-How are you?" you asked. You could do pleasantries. He wasn't a nefarious villain or anything.

"I've been better," he chuckled, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. "What about you?"

"Great," you lied with a small nod. "Things are-"

"Good evening," the hostess cut you off. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Oh no," you said quickly, motioning over to the bar. "I was going to-"

"Actually, we do," Vernon nodded as he stepped forward. "It's under Hansol Chwe."

You looked to him with wide eyes, doing your best to not panic. Why on earth would he think you wanted to have dinner with him? Why would HE want to have dinner with YOU?

"It's okay, you really don't have to-"

"Excellent, I found you in the system," the hostess smiled. "Follow me."

Vernon began to follow and looked back at you with a sly smile. He lifted his brows quickly as if to say, "want to make a bad decision"? You felt your mouth open, but swiftly close. Struggling over your own feet, your body had decided to follow.

"Alright, well, you're all set!" the hostess nodded. "Someone from the wait staff will be with you shortly."

Nonchalantly picking up the menu in front of him, Vernon began to scan the food options. You narrowed your eyes, completely flabbergasted with him.

"I wanted to say this in a kind way," you said slowly. He glanced at you over his menu and waited. "But honestly, Vernon, what the fuck?"

He immediately grinned and let out a small huff of amusement. "Did you not want to have dinner tonight?"

"Not with you!" you gasped. "We broke up. You were there. Don't you remember?"

"Of course, I do," he said, his smile immediately evaporating from his features. It felt like a punch to the gut knowing you were the cause for its disappearance. "You probably couldn't see with everyone standing around, but the bar was full."

"Oh," you said weakly. You played nervously with the corners of your menu. "I...I didn't mean to crash your evening. You made a reservation for yourself?"

"Nope, both of us," he hummed, his eyes never leaving the menu.

"B-Both of us?" you stuttered. "What do you mean?"

Vernon looked up again, his eyes finally meeting yours. "I've booked a reservation at this restaurant every weekend since we broke up. Party of two, usually an actual party of one staying for the whole meal."

You lifted your brows and remained silent. How were you supposed to handle that information?

"I didn't know when you were coming back," he sighed. "But I wanted to be here when you did."

"Why?"

You felt completely lost. The two of you had only been broken up for two or three weeks at this point, but to come to this place in hopes of bumping into each other...you weren't sure if it was delusional or kind of sweet.

This time Vernon sat down his menu and swiveled his body toward you. "Because I've been an absolute pinecone. Your words, not mine, but pretty accurate."

You went to speak but couldn't find the words. This may had been the creepiest way to go about seeing you again, but admittedly, you hadn't given him a whole lot of options.

Vernon chewed the corner of his lip, obviously uncomfortable with your silence. His brows furrowed as he waited.

"Are you two ready to order?" your server asked, finally appearing at your booth. You looked to Vernon who was still focused on you, and then back up to the server.

"I think we need a few minutes."

"Y/N," Vernon sighed. He reached forward in an attempt to grab your hands, but immediately stopped himself. Withdrawing them back to his lap, you could see a blush creeping up his neck. Somehow you had managed to completely fluster him without saying a word at all. Clearing his throat, he tried to start again. "I...um...I didn't really understand until you had stopped returning my calls."

You shook your head, unsure of what he meant.

"The silence stung," he admitted. "But it was effective. I've been wanting to just...be with you...like in the same room. It was actually becoming an ache.

"Vernon," you croaked. You had been thinking that you were the only one who had felt that awful brand of heartbreak. You thought he would go back to his normal routines, go back to being the chaotic golden doodle of a boy that he was.

"Let me finish," he whispered, clearly gathering his confidence again. "I put you on the back burner way more than what was fair. I didn't even realize how it was making you feel...even when you told me. I thought it couldn't be as bad as you said. Then I went into my phone and saw how many times I hadn't remembered to text you or call you back..."

"You're an idol," you interrupted. You felt guilt knowing that he was now experiencing the same things you had. Sure, you could hurt from it, but you still loved him enough to want to protect him. "I knew what I had signed up for...I'm just not the person who can withstand it I guess."

"But you could," he insisted. "If I had supported you."

Intaking a deep breath, you let it out slowly. You looked down to your hands now clenched in your own lap. You had spoken for hours when you had finally broken up. You tried to make him understand how unhappy things were, but he had never seen it. He insisted that even when he was busy, you had been at the forefront of his mind. You were a window always open in his browser, just not one he got to click that often. To him, that meant that he did love you and he was paying attention...

...and you hadn't even thought to give him the chance to do better.

"I saw you looking at this the last time we were in the store together," he said quietly. Standing up, he pulled a small box from his pocket. Thinking for a moment, he chose to abandon his seat and sit back down in the booth beside you. He was cautious as he scooted closer, waiting for you to stop him. "So I got it for you."

You focused on the sadness in his eyes before looking down. In the small box sat a dainty necklace, a small charm hanging from the chain.

"I know you're not the type to have your affections bought," he continued. "But I thought that maybe this would help show you that I am paying attention. I do have a crazy amount of interest in you...I've just been a real dick about it."

"Vernon, I-" you began. Your thoughts were a whirlwind. It was difficult to think with him this close. He smelled so good and exuded such warmth. He was a ray of sunshine, and he was ready to do the work. It had taken time to get him there, but he really understood.

"Say yes," a girl squeaked at the table to the left of you.

You and Vernon looked from her and back to each other with wide eyes. "Does she think-"

"Say yes!" she said a little louder, clasping her hands before her chest.

You smiled to yourself before looking up at Vernon who was already laughing. Your eyes met and both of you fell silent.

"Let's do this," you whispered. Before you could think better of it, you grabbed his neck and yanked him forward. The passion behind his kiss was unmatched. He had clearly missed you and wanted to put all of that pent up energy into your lips.

You could tell he wanted to convey every promise he could. He wanted you to know that he was sorry and he was going to make this right. The long kiss morphed into more rushed, short kisses as his lips tried to get more and more of yours. It took a moment to remember where you were, but you quickly realized as you heard applause erupt around you.

"Congratulations!" the girl from the opposite booth yelled over the din. "Oh my God, I've always wanted to see an engagement in person!"

"An engagement," you croaked, your eyes whipping to Vernon. This caused him to laugh loudly. You looked back over to the girl and immediately tried to correct her. "No, we-"

Your eyes swept across the restaurant. Families, couples, and staff looked upon you kindly.

"Hey," Vernon whispered. He pressed a few fingers to your jaw and directed your focus back to him. "Don't look at them, look at me."

You took a deep breath, ready to argue about the ridiculousness of this entire situation.

"We're totally not engaged," he grinned. "But think of the free dessert we'll probably get if we let them think we are."

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fairyhaos · 11 months

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now my synaesthesia was rlly confused with vernon for a second, but i think it has him narrowed down to one colour.

vernon is pale yellow, the gentle kind, like fluffy baby chicks and morning sunlight, when the sun is only just beginning to wake up. he's pale yellow like lemon-flavoured hard candies which taste more like sugar than the actual lemon flavour, until you get to the center where lemon bursts all over your tongue.

he's pale yellow, like homemade buttercream that's maybe just a little too much butter and not enough cream, but it makes you smile anyway because you made it. he's the type of yellow which you have to pay attention to, have to look closely at, to be able to see the sweetness and beauty of his colour.

vernon's yellow is comfortable, easy. perhaps a little difficult to identify at times, but it's there, and it's smooth and sugary like beaten egg whites between your fingers, making you smile and wanting to feel like a child again.

he's a pale yellow like youth, like sweets, like sun-bleached rubber ducks gently bobbing on the sea.

vernon is the gentlest yellow you'll ever see.

synaesthesia tags: @jeonginssa ,, @jeonwonwoo ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @summery-bat ,, @jiji-verse ,, @moonlitskiiies ,, @butiluvu ,, @loversepiphany ,, @a-wandering-stay ,, @valenhui

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l2vedive · 7 months

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EXILE w. hansol vernon chwe

spiderman hvc & angst (389)

pairing: vernon chwe x reader

note: making my svt writing debut and my comeback on this account ,, have this as a crumb n lmk if you liked it ty enjoy <3

in the heart of manhattan, spiderman swings gracefully through the city, his senses tingling with an impending danger he can't quite place. little did he know that his world was about to shatter.

perched atop a towering clock tower was you, who was precariously over the edge. fear and hope mingling in your eyes as you catch the sight of him approaching.

nightingale, the villain once known as minghao, an old high school friend, stands nearby, grinning wickedly. "hansol, my old buddy," he sneers. "you're right on time."

spiderman's heart pounds as he shoots his webs toward you, determined to save you. but fate has other plans. the webs misses their mark, and it doesn't even register in your head as your scream echoes through the night, voice fading into the abyss as you plummet to the harsh concrete.

"no!" spiderman's cry of despair pierces the air as he dives after you, but it's too late. your body had disappeared into the darkness, and your haunting scream slowly faded away.

nightingale laughs cruelly, relishing in spiderman's agony. "you've failed, hansol. just like you always do. you couldn't save me, couldn't save uncle ben and now you couldn't even save your precious yn."

spiderman lands heavily on the ground, tears streaming down his masked face as he mourns your loss. "hey bubble.. yn," he chokes out, his voice trembling with grief.

from the shadows below, your voice, weak and fading, reaches his ears. "spiderman.. hansol , i've always known it was you," with trembling fingers, you reach for his cheek. "..wish you had asked 'bout that movie."

hansol leans into your touch, tears staining with his mask as he whispers, "i should've.. god, i really should've."

you muster a weak smile, your strength waning. "i would've loved to go see that movie with you."

hansol's voice breaks as he responds, "i would've loved that too."

your smile fades as you close your eyes, your final breath leaving as the clock strikes midnight; almost like a taunting reminder for spiderman. in that moment, hansol leans down, pressing his masked lips gently against your forehead, a silent farewell filled with sorrow and regret. nightingale's laughter echoes in the distance, but all hansol could hear was the crushing weight of his failure and the memory of your smile fading in his last song.

— please do not copy , translate or repost any of my works anywhere.

#svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #vernon angst #seventeen angst #svt angst #seventeen #hansol angst #vernon x reader #vernon chwe #hansol chwe #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #vernon imagines #vernon scenarios #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #from me 2 you

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sweetiesicheng · 2 years

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vernon - morning kisses

word count : 471

you surprisingly woke up after going to bed late the night before at your boyfriend's dorm. you sat up in his bed, noticing vernon's arm falling onto your lap after it was resting on your stomach.

you rubbed your eyes and brushed your hair back, knowing that it most likely looked atrocious. then, you checked your phone to see what time it was, and it was still pretty early for both of you to be up.

you put your phone down and laid back down, hugging vernon and snuggling against him. you felt his arm move and wrap around your torso.

"why are you awake?" vernon groggily asked you, his ears barely open.

"i don't know. i just woke up," you answered him and kissed him. "good morning."

vernon kissed you back, "mornin'." he closed his eyes and moved around while still holding you.

"do you want to get up?" you asked him, but he immediately shook his head.

"i'm too sleepy," he mumbled his reply.

"but we could eat breakfast together," you mentioned and vernon opened his eyes. "oh, so you want breakfast but not me? i see how it is," you sarcastically spoke.

"hey," he whined, "it's not like that," he said and pulled you as close as he could to you.

you brought your hand up to fix his hair before kissing him. "uh huh, sure," you said to him. "what do you want to eat?" you asked him.

"whatever you want," he replied and closed his eyes again, hugging you tight.

"you're not going to let me go, huh?" you asked him.

"it's like you can read my mind," he commented.

you smiled and kissed him, bringing your hand up to cup his face. you left him hanging, noticing that he wanted more kisses. he opened his eyes again and kissed your lips again.

"you're kind of cute," he said, pushing you on your back so he could climb on top of you.

"you're kind of hot," you said to vernon, who was definitely not sleepy anymore. he leaned in and kissed you again and again.

you wrapped your arms around his neck while kissing him.

"you sure you don't want breakfast?" you asked in between kisses.

"i just want to be with you, idiot," he replied, your noses almost touching, making you laugh.

"so then we can finally get out of bed and go make breakfast?" you asked him.

vernon sighed and basically collapsed on top of you, squishing you in between him and the mattress.

"hansol!" you laughed while he wouldn't budge as you tried to move him.

"sorry, can't hear you. going back to sleep," vernon said.

"babe, we need to eat," you said to him, but he started to snore even though he was faking it. "another thirty minutes and that's it."

"perfect."

#sweetiesicheng #sweetiesicheng seventeen #seventeen #seventeen x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen vernon #seventeen vernon chwe #seventeen chwe hansol #kpop #chwe hansol #hansol chwe #vernon #vernon x reader #vernon x y/n #vernon x you #vernon fanfic #seventeen fanfic

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jaes1lvr · 10 months

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૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა oh, my heart hurts so good. i love you, babe...

sooo bad, sooo bad 《 @ni-shimura 》 ૮₍ ˃̵ ᵕ ˂̵ ₎ა

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husbandhannie · 2 years

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liar

pairing: vernon x reader

word count: 720

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of nightmares but no details given, kissing

a/n: my birthday is coming up so i thought i'd write a bunch of birthday focused imagines. just classic fluff, my style. i'll proofread later.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @leejungchans @junhui-recs.

“hey, hey. it’s a dream, you’re okay”.

the sunlight falling through your window makes you squint as your half-asleep mind tries to locate the source of the words, trying to blink away the nightmare. gentle hands grab your shoulders and your vision focuses on your boyfriend’s concerned face, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

you’re not entirely sure what triggered the dreams you’ve had for the past week - the depressing book that made you cry, the argument with your mother, the sad news about a friend’s family member - it could be anything, and maybe nothing at all. you do know that you’d like for them to stop as soon as possible - while not all of them are bad dreams, they’re all incredibly vivid, and make a restful night of sleep impossible. you’ve never been good at sleeping an adequate amount, but your recent dreams have made it even worse.

not wanting to worry him when he was in the middle of a comeback, you had mentioned your situation only in passing to vernon. he didn’t make a big deal of it, but you knew from the way he checked in everyday that he saw through your efforts. ah, the perils of having a lover who pays attention.

you wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder and breathing in the familiar scent of his shampoo. he adjusts so you can get more comfortable, his hands rubbing your back as he hums reassuringly. you stay like that for a few seconds, the two of you wrapped up in each other's arms under the morning light, your breathing calming down and your heartbeat matching his steady one.

“i’m okay now”, you whisper in his ear, pulling back to look at him, feeling unexpectedly bashful.

his hand moves to rub your arm, gentle eyes looking at you fondly.

“wanna talk about it?”

“no”, you answer instantly, “don’t wanna think about it. maybe later?”

“okay”, he responds easily, “whenever you want”.

that’s what you like about vernon - well, one of the many, many things you like about him - how easy he makes it. how easy he makes it to be with him, to love him.

you give him a brief kiss and hug him again, one of your legs hitching up over his, caging him in. he only pulls you closer in response.

“what are you doing here?”, your murmur against his skin, “i mean, not that i’m complaining. but don’t you have a packed schedule?”

“managed to get a few hours”, he presses a kiss on your shoulder, “wanted to wish you when you got up”.

wish you? are you forgetting something, like an anniversary? you’re pretty sure you’re not, and vernon doesn’t really care about them either, then what does he mean by -

oh. oh.

“oh”, you reply dumbly, “right. my birthday”.

“yeah - wait”, he pulls away to look at you, the beginnings of a smile visible on his lips, “did you forget?”

“what?”, you scoff, “no, ofcourse not”.

you totally did.

“babe, ohmygod”, he laughs, his hand clumsily coming to rest on yours, “you forgot”.

“listen”, you protest, your lips curving into a reluctant smile, “i was sleepy, okay? i haven’t slept properly all week, i came back from work and just passed out”.

vernon looks at you intently, concern apparent on his face. weren’t you supposed to not tell him how bad it’s been?

“i knew it”, he whispers, bringing up a finger to press your nose, “you’re a shit liar, babe”.

“sorry”, you reply, a slight guilty note in your voice, “didn’t wanna worry you”.

“babe. ofcourse i’m going to worry. i love you”.

“right, okay. love you too”.

he shakes his head for a second before moving to kiss you, his hand curling around your cheek while your fingertips reach up to play with his hair.

“happy birthday, by the way”, he whispers against your lips, “i didn’t get you a gift, you told me not to”.

“that’s okay”, you press a kiss on his lips, unable to hold back, “just hold me while i sleep?”

“i can do that”, he smiles fondly, “with pleasure”.

minutes later, when you’re comfortably snuggled in his arms, you murmur, “i know you got me something, by the way. you’re a shit liar too, babe”.

#seventeen fluff #svt fluff #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #vernon fluff #vernon #hansol chwe #vernon imagines #vernon x reader #seventeen x reader #chwe vernon #vernon chwe

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kneelesssharks · 8 months

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‼️‼️‼️ i will not be taking questions at this time

#jjk #jjk nanami #nanami kento #seventeen #say the name seventeen #vernon #hansol vernon chwe #hansol chwe #chwe vernon #chwe hansol #vernon chwe #vernon seventeen #svt carat #carat

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ryuwonieebae · 1 year

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Cuddling with vernon👀

𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡

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𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐍 (최한솔)

Imagines, One-shot

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ : ғʟᴜғғ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ : ᴠᴇʀɴᴏ�� x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓...

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It's been 3 hours and you're still sitting on the couch waiting for your boyfriend Vernon. His group just had a comeback and since then he has been so busy. He never really had enough time for you but you didn't complain about it as you know how much he kissed his fans. He may seem to be energetic on stage but the reality is the opposite. Since the choreography of their new song was hard, he trained day and night just for it. It bothered you because you were worried sick about him. Not before long, you heard the front door opening. You quickly got up and went towards the front door only to see Vernon with his shuffling steps that scuff the floor. Just by his haggard appearance, you understood that he was drained because of work. Walking up to him, you gave him a warm hug which he eventually gave you back. You both stayed in that position for a few minutes feeling each other's warmth before breaking it slowly. "Love, go take a bath and let's eat dinner afterwards. I made your favorite food, ok?", as you told him, he nodded with an infectious smile which you gladly returned. He then gave you a small peck on your forehead and left. You went into the kitchen and prepared the food. Soon after, he came downstairs and sat at the table. As he saw his favorite food on the table, his face brightened up. You giggled looking at his face whilst serving him the food.

TIME SKIP

You were now washing the dishes when someone back-hugged you making you flinch a bit. You calmed down as you realized that it was Vernon. "Hun, you still didn't sleep yet? It's already late", you asked him softly. "I can't sleep without you. Can we cuddle?", he asked you with his sleepy eyes. "Sure but go to bed now. I will be there in a few minutes", He just nodded and went to his room upstairs. After a while, you entered the room to see Vernon laying on the bed, scrolling something on his phone. As soon as he saw you, he simply tossed his phone and opened his arms wide waiting for you to hug him. You chuckled and went toward him. You snuggled up against him, chest to chest, your heartbeats slowly catching up to his as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to your warm hug. "Love, I'm sorry. I'm too busy nowadays that I couldn't even talk to you properly", you heard Vernon apologizing. "No, it's okay love. I understand", You sincerely reassured him with a sweet smile. Before he could open his mouth again to speak, you cut him off with a gentle kiss. The kiss was slow and quick but filled with warmth and enough sparkle that made your tummy do some weird flips even after years of dating. Both of you guys finally broke the kiss out of breath. "I know what you're going through dear. No need to apologize, okay? I love you", you said while cupping his warm cheeks with your palms. "Thank you love. I love you too", He said embracing you tightly, slowly drifting off to his dreamland.

"𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠"

~The End~

A/n : This imagine is purely based on my imagination only. I tried my best to write this and it's also my first time. I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. Thank you for requesting too. It means a lot for me.. Thanks to my bestie too for supporting me..Pls check out her amazing stories too... @the-therapist-needs-therapy

#svt masterlist #svt imagines #svt #seventeen #imagine #vernon #hansol chwe #boyfriend imagine #carat #fanfictions

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the-therapist-needs-therapy · 9 months

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As Seasons Pass

Pairing : Hansol x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst

Warnings : Mentions of character death

Where you realize that moving on from someone is like the changing of seasons.

At the start of winter, you and Mingyu finally graduate from college. Something you both had been waiting for ever since you started dating. It was time to figure out everything else in life, most importantly your futures together.

The said last day before spring, Mingyu had you pressed against his room door, both of you sharing feverish kisses, without a worry about anything else. Mingyu's eyes pierce into yours as he whispers a 'I love you' and it's enough to make your heart burst into butterflies. You chastely press your lips against his, mumbling the phrase back.

A month after spring had started and flowers of different colours started to bloom, the news of your boyfriend's death has you breaking into a hysteria of tears, sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of your best friend, Hansol. He says nothing but gives you reassuring pats and draws patterns on your backs because they seem to make you feel better. After that day, Hansol becomes your source of comfort and you find yourself at his place everyday, slowly trying your best to move on from the boyfriend you had loved so much.

At the end of spring, you're at Hansol's threshold, once again in his arms as you cry your heart and eyes out. 'It's okay, Y/n,' he says, 'It's really okay'. You look up at him, your eyes tinted red, 'It's not okay. I'm pregnant, Hansol. And with his child. When I thought I was finally over him'. 'Will I be a good mother? How am I supposed to raise another life when I can't even control my own emotions?'. He mumbles comforting words into your head, seeming to be drowned in his own thoughts. Finally deciding something, he looks into your eyes and confidentially says, 'I'll help you raise the kid, Y/n'.

In autumn, you and Hansol go dress-shopping for yourself and the baby which was due at the beginning of winter. You didn't know what to say when he placed the offer to take care of your child but he proved you that he was serious in multiple occasions where he took care of you, from clinical visits to buying you food according to your cravings. You had sold your apartment and permanently moved to his place as Hansol thought that it would be easier to take care of you that way. He was in a good job and it paid him well enough to support himself and you comfortably. Both of you still hadn't labelled the relationship you shared but you decided to not think about it, fully focusing on welcoming the life you were carrying. You link your hands with Hansol's as you giggle about cute jumpsuits, going on with the flow of the present.

As the first snowflake falls onto the ground, Kim Gyeol-Wool was born. You were hesitant about making her surname 'Kim' but Hansol insisted that you should as Gyeol-Wool was Mingyu's kid. Moreover, she looked exactly like Mingyu which almost made you tear up when you held her for the first time. Hansol reminds you that it was good that she looked like him so that there would always be a part of him in the living world. The familiar smile on the sleeping baby was now proof for that.

The next summer, Gyeol-Wool's first word was 'papa' and Hansol had almost chokes with happiness because he was the one who had her in his arms at the time. He looks at you with worried eyes, silently asking if you were okay with it. You laugh, saying, 'You're the father now, Sol', which tugs a smile on his face. That's when he kisses you for the first time. The feeling of his lips on yours made your heart melt to your feet.

Three summers later, Gyeol-Wool asks you why you had named her that. You sit next to her, grabbing her small hands in yours, looking into her curiosity-filled eyes. As she grew up, she started taking Mingyu's features more than yours, something you and Hansol had realized on the day she was born. The little girl was the owner of both yours and Hansol's stored love and care. 'It's because you were born in winter and it's the season when your father and I met for the first time,' you say and Gyeol-Wool smiles. You realize that you meant the 'your father' as Hansol. You still remember the day because you two were just innocent kids playing in the snow and look where life had brought you.

That autumn, you and Hansol officially get married. It was kind of expected. He knew that you were meant to end up together the first time Gyeol-Wool called him 'papa'. That moment he realized that he was going to spend the rest of his years with you and her. You almost cried out of joy when he pulled a ring out of his pocket during one of the evenings you spent in the park with Gyeol-Wool. Somewhere along the way, you had realized that you were in love with Hansol too. It was hard not to be so when he kissed you every night and took care of your daughter like his own. The wedding was everything you could have imagined because you had the people you loved the most by your side.

The next spring, you announce your pregnancy to Hansol and Gyeol-Wool with a grin on your face. Gyeol-Wool was super excited for the arrival of her sibling. Hansol was already thinking about buying a bigger house to home all of you. Your heart swells in happiness when you see Gyeol-Wool giggling with Hansol. He wasn't her real father but she was closer to him more than she was with you. That made you fall in love with Hansol all over again.

That winter, you welcome Chwe Hajoon into the family. The young boy had his father's eyes and your smile. Gyeol-Wool was the happiest, constantly squealing when her brother did something cute. Hansol holds your hand as you smile at the innocent adorableness of the siblings. You had also adopted a cat because Gyeol-Wool had always wanted one. With it's sparkly eyes, it soon won the hearts of everyone in the family, specifically Hansol who wouldn't stop carrying it.

The next spring, on Mingyu's fourth year death anniversary, you visit his grave with Hansol, Gyeol-Wool and Hajoon. Hansol had Hajoon in his arms and Gweol-Wool was stand by him when he silently mouths, 'You should go alone'. You kneel in front of his grave and speak, 'It's been a while, Mingyu. I have a son now. His name is Hajoon. He looks a lot like Hansol. Gyeol-Wool is doing great as well. She's going to be a heart-breaker when she grows up. Like father like daughter,' you laugh at your own joke before continuing, 'Hansol takes care of me like a queen. He loves me and the kids to death. Overall, I'm doing great'. 'Once upon a time, I wished it was you and me in the end but I guess things don't go the way we want them to. It was hard to move on from you but as seasons pass I realized one thing. Spring's flowers fall, summer loses its warmth, autumn says goodbye to its colours and winter's snow melts. I can't be holding on to something in the past just because I cherish it so much. As the seasons passed, I fell in love with Hansol. I'm happy now and I know that you'll be happy for me too,' you place the bouquet of roses on his grave and take a deep breath before you get up, 'Thank you for the happy memories, Mingyu. I'll always cherish them'. You take a final look at the grave and walk back to Hansol, giving him a appreciative smile. If it wasn't for him, who knows where you might have been. As you take Hajoon from Hansol, you walk back to the car, Hansol having an arm around your shoulder while Gyeol-Wool grabs your hand. After so many changes in the seasons, you were finally enjoying everything.

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