#hansol scenario

[jaehymrk]

can i ask you a question?

"vernon, baby." you lightly whispered, trying to wake him up but not wanting to jolt him scared.

it's four in the morning, you have stuffed your brain with enough instagram reels to have sufficient understanding that this should not be the reason to wake up your boyfriend yet you just cannot stop wondering what vernon would say. he has his own insightful ways of expressing his . . feelings or well, answers.

you had laid your head on his arm, tossing and turning while he was peacefully sleeping. this made you feel slightly guilty on waking up vernon while he had a morning class within a few hours.

before you paused your action to stop shaking him and simply, ask him once he is awake in the actual morning, he had already been rubbing his eyes. "hey, yes. are you okay?" he said with his raspy voice that let you have a wider smile knowing this man, you were in the arms of, is completely utterly yours.

such realization caused you to forget the reason why you woke him up at the first place as he glanced at you, waiting for you. "hi baby," you pecked his lips once, twice and again not being able to resist his cute swollen face. "i was . . just missing you." you confessed, you did not lie about that.

you had been missing vernon since he had piled up assignments and refused to do it in your dorm as it will be less doing assignment and more doing each other, and he could not afford to retake courses if he does want to graduate this year.

"you woke me up . . to say you miss me?" he mumbled, pressing open-mouth kisses on your neck trailing down your shoulder. you bit your bottom lip to not choke a moan out for his pleasure. "do you want to go again?" he mumbled against your shoulder, his hand already dancing around your naked back, teasing his fingertips causing you to give a nervous chuckle.

you shook your head, not missing a single beat of that. "i love you but no." you laughed, slightly pushing him off from you, to lay on top of his chest where you heard his heart pacing. you closed your eyes hearing his heartbeat, feeling drowsy suddenly.

"don't go back sleeping after waking me up?" he argued, moving you to the side to spoon you from behind.

"well . . it's kind of your fault, your heartbeat feels safe." you mumbled softly, not opening your eyes.

you felt his body shake, you smiled giving yourself brownie points for making him laugh.

vernon have grown a home in you the moment he asked for your tote bag to rescue a cat from the edge of the balcony in your university. there was mixed love, concern and determination in his face that you had completely fallen in love with.

at that moment, he lightly creeped into your heart but you will not lie on how easy you made those threads in your heart to pull for him.

"vernon . ." you whispered, as you are not facing him, you felt the smooth pace of his heartbeat, he might fallen asleep, you wondered. in your surprise, he hummed softly.

he combed his fingers through your hair, moving it away to kiss your neck again. with each pecks, you felt the intensity of your heart pace back up again, clenching your hand. "you need to stop, i swear." you laughed, jokingly hitting him with your shoulder blades.

"well, you need to stop being attractive at the odd hours of the day." he fought back.

there was those witty remarks, and smile in his tone that gave you a warm feeling.

oh, oh to be in love like this.

"it's a hypothetical question, baby." you started, pulling his hand closer to your chest. vernon settled his leg over your body, enveloping your whole body.

"no, oh my god no, not those questions." he expressed, sighing out loud.

"what do you mean not those type of questions, did someone ask you before?" you narrowed your eyebrows, interrogating the man. vernon chuckled, "do you not know how popular these questions are?"

you shook your head. "do you know what i am about to ask you?"

he nodded, "of course i know."

you aggressively turned around, taking full offense on how simple and predictable he thought you were.

"no, you don't." you smiled sarcastically.

he returned the same grin back, raising his eyebrows "oh yes, i do."

"you are about to ask if i will still love you if you were a w-" he confessed only for you to cup his mouth to shut him up.

"wrong." you winked.

he was right, but you will not let him win.

"was i?" he mocked you, his words inaudible with your palm, his eyes danced around your face till it fell on your lips before kissing your palm.

"vernon, what the fuck." you screamed.

before you started fighting back, he pinned you down on the bed, caging you underneath him. there was a glimpse of mischievousness in his eyes and the cocky grin.

"oh god," you giggled, "i said no bestie."

within that, vernon attacked you with kisses pressed against your cheek, neck as it trailed down your naked cleavage.

you only throw fits of giggle along the way on how each breath of his hit your skin.

you are so, so in love with the man in your arms.

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[ssentimentals]

like a sunflower {choi hansol}

pairing: hansol x fem!reader

prompt: 'your heart is beating so fast right now' (this work is part of my 1k event, go check out other works of mine here )

warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

hansol doesn't know how to do it. how to just- say it. words are usually so easy for him, they spring themselves into sentences and lyrics so effortlessly, so he doesn't really know why he's having such a hard time here. it's just- how can he say it? how can he tell you that sometimes he feels like he was born for you without making it weird? how he can explain that he thinks a lot about how so many people spend so much time trying to find their place in this world and yet he has no intention searching for it cause his is right next to you? words don't feel quite right whenever he tries to open his mouth and talk about it; words don't do justice to everything what's bubbling and brewing inside his heart, they fall flat when he tries to put it all on the paper. with a frustrated groan, he tears off yet another unfinished love letter, throwing it down.

'you're overthinking it,' joshua admonishes him gently. he's been quietly observing his roommate for the past twenty minutes and starts getting a little anxious at the sight of torn notebook pages at his feet. 'you two are so close, i think she'll understand what you mean even if you won't write an ode to her.'

'i want it to be perfect,' hansol replies, stubbornly tearing up another page. 'she deserves nothing but.'

'don't get so worked up,' joshua pacifies, standing up and coming over to his friend, patting his back comfortingly. 'i don't think she wants perfect, though.'

at this hansol looks up at him, frowning. joshua chuckles, putting his finger right between hansol's eyebrows, making him go a little cross eyed. joshua doesn't know how hansol can be this blind, how he can't see how you two are so close that whoever sees you for the first time always ends up thinking that you're a couple. he's never seen any other two people who care about each other so deeply as you two do, so hansol being nervous before asking you out is laughable. only hansol doesn't find it funny. joshua sighs, patting his roommate's shoulder. 'she doesn't want perfect, she just wants you.'

hansol blinks, mulling over what he heard. it sounds a bit too good to be true, but joshua is not cruel, he'd never joke with him about something so important. before he can properly give this idea a good thought, his phone beeps and from the ringtone alone he knows it's from you. hansol instantly jumps on his bed, ignoring joshua's loud snort at this and unlocks his phone, smiling at the text message from you.

'judging from your smile, i take it she invited you to come over,' joshua speaks, watching with amusement as his friend hastily starts to get dressed. 'what for?'

'i'll help with her halloween prep,' hansol mutters, pulling on his favorite sweater, the one that you gifted him for christmas. he wears it with utmost care, loving the most how you light up at the sight of this sweater on him every single time. 'and she'll help me with my statistics exam.'

'don't forget the umbrella,' joshua's voice reaches him when he's almost out of the door. 'it's gonna rain soon!'

hansol ignores it in favor of rushing to you, zipping up his backpack on the way. the road to your place is his favorite one, he knows every single crook down the alley, every single tree is familiar to him - he spent so many hours memorizing it all, because this road leads him to you and his mind shuffles everything which is even remotely close to you to the folder in his brain called 'important'. he huffs in annoyance when it first rain drops fall on his head and then groans loudly, when two rain drops turn into a full on downpour, making him look around in search of the hideout. without thinking he runs to the nearest shop, announcing his presence with a grunt, blinking up at variety of flowers in front of him in stupor.

'hello, how can i help you?'

he passed this flower shop so many times but never really went it, so young man in dark brown apron,who stares at him too kind eyes, is entirely unfamiliar. hansol clears his throat, helplessly staring back, gesturing towards the exit and mumbling something about the rain.

'oh!' understanding lights up in stranger's eyes and he smiles, nodding. 'seeking shelter from rain? it's fine, you can sit here.'

it's very kind and it makes hansol shuffle from side to side with unease as his eyes take in beauiful array of flowers. there are all kind of them, colors vary from dark to bright ones and sunflowers stick out amongst everything in their yellow-orange glory; hansol takes a step towards them. his eyes gravitated towards them just like they do with you and this thought makes him smile. 'sunflowers are not very popular,' the stranger chimes in, watching hansol with a smile on his face. 'which is a shame, really. they are very beautiful.'

'what do they mean?' hansol asks quietly, not looking away from the flowers. their color is so warm - it reminds him of you. something sparks up at the back of his mind, something that demands his attention as he stares at these flowers.

'hm, adoration in most cases, longevity in others. they are known for being 'happy' flowers, you know? like i'd give them to someone who make me happy, to person who i want to stay in my life for a long, long time.'

hansol blinks and moves on instinct, grabbing bunch of sunflowers due to his inner voice basically screaming at him to do it. 'i'll take those.'

'oh, okay. i can wrap them up in-'

'no-no, i'll take them like that, how much is it?' hansol interrupts, suddenly needing to get out of here and run to you like right now. his heart starts beating faster as ideas form in his head, joshua's voice loud and clear in his head with 'she doesn't want perfect, she just wants you'.

he hastily pays, ignores surprised looks from the guy and runs to you with sunflowers in his hand, getting wet in seconds under the pouring rain. it's cold and his clothes stick to him in the most uncomfortable ways, but his heart is marching so loud in his head, he can't think of anything else but... you. and how you will love these sunflowers. how he's an idiot for trying to capture perfect words in lyrics because perfection in this world exists only in you and nothing else. how he really can shake off any pretense and come to you with an open heart, soaked clothes and unwrapped sunflowers and that you will take him in, because that's what you always did, have done from the start. it's you-you-you and by the time he stands in front of your door, knocking urgently, hansol thinks he might have gone a bit delirious.

'who- oh my god,' you gasp, stopping on tracks at the sight of him. 'hansol, what even-' you blink, gazing in confusion at the flowers in his hand and then back at his wet clothes. there's thousand questions in your head, he can tell, but instead of voicing them out loud, you say: 'get in, god, are you okay?'

is he okay? this questions makes him want to laugh and he barely holds it in. is he okay? he doesn't know but despite the shivers running up and down his body from the cold, he feels like he's on fire. you say something about him being dumb for forgetting umbrella and every second which passes by and he doesn't confess to you feels like a second wasted.

'-you'll catch a cold if you keep on standing in these wet clothes!' you huff, pushing towel in his hands. 'and... um, these flowers..' you trail off, unsure. something ugle tugs in your chest at the thought of these flowers not belonging to you, but you stomp at these feelings. 'do you want me to put them-'

'these are for you,' he rushes out, tripping on his words. 'i mean- obviously. obviously these are for you.' hansol looks down and grimaces: 'i'm soaking your carpet, sorry.' he then quickly looks up, handing you the flowers: 'sorry, here. i hope you like them.'

'sunflowers,' you voice, carefully cradling them in your hands. 'they are beautiful.'

like you is on the tip of his tongue and hansol holds it back but then thinks better of it; why the hell he'd hold back? 'like you,' he says, smiling at surprised look on your face. 'and they make me feel warm just by looking at them and you do, too. i look at you and i- it makes me warm all over.'

you blink at him, not exactly sure what to do with this information. hansol, with this crazy look in his eyes, looks like he's on the brink of fever and you frown, stepping closer to him and feeling up his forehead for any signs of high temperature. 'you're not warm,' you state, buffled.

second passes and hansol huffs in disbelief. he takes your hand in his and moves it towards his chest, knowing very well what you'll find there. just like he predicted, your eyes widen: 'your heart is beating so fast right now.'

'i assume it would, considering how i'm about to confess.'

a stupor and then, cautious and hopeful: 'confess?'

'and ask you out as well,' hansol nods. he's mindful of not pulling you very close, not wanting to get your clothes wet too; but he still tugs at your sleeves so you'd step more in his personal space. this is where he wants you all the time. 'i tore up two notebooks, trying to write you a perfect song, or poem, or love letter. but it's hard cause i can't really find the right words for this feeling, you know? you feel it, don't you know? you know what i'm talking about, right?'

your eyes glow with a keen understanding but you still press on: 'what feeling?'

hansol sighs and when your fingers squeeze at his sweater unconsciously, in tredipation for what's to come, he knows he just needs to be honest: 'like i was made for you. like everything could change, but there's one constant thing in this world and it's us. what you and i have.' he pushes your hand tighter to his chest, searching for your eyes desperately: 'don't you feel it too?'

a fire can break down for all he cares, but he'd never look away from your eyes. you open up to him like a sunflower opens up to the sun, it's a beautiful thing. all you can do is nod, because hansol has always been better with words between you two and because you're afraid your voice might crack in the end from all of the emotions.

'i ran all the way here like a dying man cause one more second without you knowing how i feel just didn't make any sense.'

you shut your eyes, trying not to start crying. hansol, who you always seen as your soulmate, who has always been your side to the point that it's hard to imagine life without him; this hansol is the very same hansol, who tried to write you a perfect song, who ran under the rain here with sunflowers to tell you that he thinks he was made for you. you open your eyes, taking a deep breath. glancing at him and then at the flowers, you smile shakily: 'this is perfect.'

'it is?' he lights up like a little child. 'really?'

'i mean, i never really cared or wanted the perfect, i just wanted you.'

hansol sucks in breath, feeling like he was punched in the gut. god, he really needs to listen to joshua more. he opens his mouth and then tremor wracks his whole body, making him cringe: 'i..really need to change out from these wet clothes.'

sound of your laugh is the music to his ears. he watches the way your head falls back at your laugh and feels love pour out from his pores, unrestricted anymore. he may be shivering of cold now, but just by looking at you he feels warmer. just like a sunflower.

a/n: i think this ended up being way too long and maybe a bit too mushy but!! no blaming me, i had a rough time and i cope by writing something like this. to the anon who requested it - hope you like it! - nini

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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

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_____🤙: 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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[vernxnsfool]

22:48

gender neutral reader, fluff, exams, cute bf! vernon

it was the weekend before finals, and you still had so much work to do. between studying, working on projects, and writing papers, you had been spending the entirety of the day (other than the small breaks your boyfriend convinced you to take during meals) working to prepare yourself for the week ahead.

you told your boyfriend not to wait up for you, but of course he did. he was working on lyrics and melody’s as you were hastily typing away at your computer.

you hadn’t noticed when he came closer to you and softly put helios hand on your arm, v causing your gaze to shift to him.

“let’s go to bed. it’s almost 11 and you have an exam in the morning.” he said, gently looking down at you before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. you were ready to object but he beat you to it.

“don’t try and tell me ‘it will just be a few more minutes.’” he half-joked. “you’ve been saying that for the past few hours.” before you could object, he slid your laptop into his own grip and saved the paper you were working on before closing it and holding his hand out to you.

you sighed reluctantly before taking his hand and standing up beside him, when he pulled you into a massive bear hug. you smiled into his chest as he slowly rocked the two of you side to side and rested his head on top of yours. the tension had dropped from your shoulders as the two of you stood like this, not worrying about anything else.

“can we go cuddle?” you said as you tilted your head up to him.

“oh… so now you wanna go to bed.” he teases you before leading you into your bedroom. luckily the two of you had changed into pajamas after dinner and washed up about an hour prior, so you could immediately relax and enjoy each other’s company.

well you thought you were going to relax, that is until hansol got a burst of energy and tackled you onto the mattress, laying directly on top of you.

you only smiled in return to his antics before placing a hand on his head and running your fingers through his hair. he lifted himself up enough to look down at you.

“you know, you’re going to ace your exam tomorrow morning.” he stated with a smile on his face

“oh yeah? and why is that?”

“because, i’m your personal good luck charm” he stated before letting himself relax onto you again. you could still feel his smile against your neck as you chuckled at him.

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[mingyusfool]

Masterlist

ot13

Doing wintery things with you

Reacting to you farting

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Nothing here yet!

Hip Hop Unit

Nothing here yet!

Performance Unit

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Seungcheol

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Jeonghan

Nothing here yet!

Joshua

Nothing here yet!

Junhui

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Hoshi

Nothing here yet!

Wonwoo

Nothing here yet!

Woozi

Nothing here yet!

Dokyeom

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Mingyu

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Minghao

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Seungkwan

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Vernon

Forced Proximity

Dino

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[darlingvernon]

You've Got Mail! || Teaser

Author: nonrevblr

Pairing: Chwe Hansol x Fem Reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, college au, penpal au

Rating: 18+

Status: Coming Soon!

Description: The concept of Equivalent Exchange is not foreign to you, and since you need Jeonghan to participate in a Social Experiment for your Psych Thesis, you inevitably have to participate in his too. It isn't the walk in the park you thought it would be, especially when your penpal Vernon keeps knocking down the walls that you've built; scratching an itch you couldn't reach.

Bristling, Jeonghan refrains from ranting, because he knows that once he starts he won’t be able to stop and he’ll end up wasting another hour of precious study room hire time. “Don’t get me started. We fought too because he said my social experiment was going to be ‘boring’.”

Sipping the last bits of your coffee, you throw it in the trash and ask, “What did you decide for your topic anyway?”

“I’m glad you asked,” he smiles proudly and raises his arms, moving them in tandem when he replies, “‘The Evolution of Social Relationships through Various Mediums’.”

Looking up from your laptop where you were already beginning your research, you question why your professor finds Jeonghan’s topic uninteresting. “What medium were you thinking of using?”

“A penpal.”

“Wow, that is boring.” You snort. “Nobody does penpals or snail mails anymore these days. Are you sure about this?”

Not bothering to look up from his own laptop, he nods. “Yes, this will work. Plus, you’ll be using emails instead of snail mail and I’ll be providing topics for you all to discuss so you don’t even have to try too hard or anything like that.”

The raging headache you managed to keep at bay is now back with a vengeance. Somehow, you feel like you’ve walked into a trap by doing the same course as your best friend. A part of you contemplates not asking him to clarify what he means, in fear that your earlier assumption is correct, but you know that you need to appease him considering you will also be needing him to return the favour. “Jeonghan, when you say ‘you’,”—you shift, sitting back on your chair—“you mean me, don’t you?”

A wide grin appears on his face and if you didn’t know any better, you would think that he has an ulterior motive. “Yes, I do mean you.” He puts you out of your misery. “I need you to participate in my experiment.”

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[spamgyu]

SVT HHU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the HIP HOP UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

[vu] [pu]

SEUNGCHEOL

"would you peel this for me?" she placed a tangerine on his desk – not caring if he was in the middle of playing his video games.

without having to ask twice, seungcheol hid his character behind a container, away from his opponents shots and reached for the fruit. "cover me, wonwoo." he mumbled into the mic, peeling the citrus with ease. "just one?"

y/n smiled as he handed the fruit back to her. "just one."

"that's so small. get another." seungcheol nodded over to the kitchen.

"no this is fine." she shook her head, happy with the results.

he probably thought she was hungry, and considering dinner was hours away, seungcheol knew it would not be enough to hold her off.

standing from his seat, he made his way to the bag of cuties they had purchased at the store – peeling two more.

"that's enough." she laughed, stopping him from peeling a third one.

WONWOO

"baby?"

"hm?" he responded from the other side of the couch, preoccupied with his mobile game.

"would you peel an orange for me?"

wonwoo glanced up, looking behind her to see an empty counter top – a place where they usually kept their fruits.

locking his phone, wonwoo bounded for the door – leaving his girlfriend confused. "where are you going?"

"getting oranges." he replied, as if it was the most obvious response – grabbing his keys off of the hook.

"wait–" y/n laughed, walking over to him. "it was hypothetical."

wonwoo's head tilted to the side, puzzled by the point she was trying to make. "why would it be hypothetical? you asked meaning you want it. it's okay i can get–"

"baby it's a tiktok trend." she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"to ask if i would peel an orange?" he asked slowly.

"they said if you would peel an orange for your significant other, you would do any mundane task for the–"

"i need you to understand i'd peel the earth for you."

throwing her head back, she let out another laugh. she knew he was joking but his delivery had sent her over – keeping a straight face as he replied the most outlandish way possible.

MINGYU

she knew he would peel the orange for her, she didn't need to ask.

in the three years they had been together, not once had she had to open a canned drink, twist open a cap off a bottled water, plan a single date, open her own doors – hell, she hadn't had to put her own gas in her car since she began dating the king of acts of service.

he had done it without being asked.

since being with him, she had been able to turn her brain off – fulfilling her life long wish of being treated like a princess.

but she also didn't think it would be such a hot topic when she had showed him the tiktok of the orange peel theory.

"i'm not humoring this. i won't." he shook his head for the third time.

"why not?!" y/n stomped.

"fine, you want peeled oranges?" mingyu grumbled, walking over to their fruit bowl, peeling the citrus and placing it in front of her. "here."

looking at the bare fruit, y/n couldn't help but wince. not because of his actions.

but because she hated the sight of the white pith. she hated peeled oranges.

it was far too messy to eat and the texture of the white fuzz surrounding it gave her the heebie-jeebies – shuddering just at the thought of touching it.

"exactly." mingyu grabbed another orange and a knife – slicing it in quarters. "i can't peel it because you like it sliced."

she stood there dumfounded as he left the kitchen chuckling.

he won this round.

VERNON

"that's dumb." vernon snorted as his girlfriend showed him the third tiktok of someone's boyfriend failing miserably at their significant other's attempts to ask them to peel an orange for them.

"it's also kinda funny." she laughed.

"i'm one step ahead though."

furrowing her brows, she gave him a look from the other side of the couch.

"that," vernon pointed to the small potted plant resting by their window sill. "is gonna be an orange tree."

he had recently been very into assisting her with finding decorations for their new shared home, at times coming home with various plants and art works. she had gotten accustomed to his random home-good shopping sprees, she didn't dare bat an eye when he had come home with a real potted plant the other day. it would just be another addition to their countless ones that he used to brighten up their home.

"you bought an orange tree– plant?" her eyes wide. he never was the green thumb, killing the cactus she had bought for him years ago. she figured she would be the one to tend to this new plant.

"anyone can peel an orange." he shrugged. "i'll move it to the yard when it gets bigger."

"oh my god."

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[hoshifighting]

Seventeen reaction, when you do something that turns them on while you ride them, making them cum really quickly.

HipHop team | Vocal team | Performance team

Seungcheol

As you straddled Seungcheol, his hands gripping your hips firmly, you felt a surge of desire wash over you. His cock, thick and hard, filled you completely as you began to ride him, your movements becoming increasingly frantic with each thrust.

"God, Seungcheol," you moaned, "your cock feels so good inside me. It's so big, filling me up perfectly."

To your surprise, Seungcheol's reaction was immediate. He tensed beneath you, his movements faltering as he groaned loudly, his hips jerking upwards as he spilled himself inside you with unexpected speed.

As he caught his breath, Seungcheol looked up at you with a mix of embarrassment and sulky confusion. "Why did you have to say that?" he muttered, his cheeks flushing crimson. "Now you've gone and made me cum too fast."

Wonwoo

While you ride him, your moans filled the room, high-pitched and filled with pleasure. Wonwoo's breath hitched at the sound, his own arousal spiking at the intoxicating melody of your voice.

But it was more than just the intensity of your moans that drove him wild; it was the knowledge that he was the one eliciting such a response from you. Your pleasure was his ultimate goal, and the thought of being able to bring you to such heights of ecstasy was a heady rush.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening, the overwhelming sensation of pleasure consumed him, and with a primal roar, Wonwoo spilled himself over you, his release painting your skin in hot, sticky ribbons.

As the last waves of pleasure washed over him, Wonwoo blinked in shock, his mouth hanging open as he stared at you in disbelief. He hadn't meant to lose control so quickly, but the combination of your moans and your pussy so tight around him... Was his end.

Mingyu

You could feel the power coursing through your veins as you leaned down, your pussy swallowing him while you ride him, your breath hot against his ear.

"You like that, don't you?" you purred, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Being my little toy, my pathetic little fuck toy for the night."

Mingyu's breath hitched at your words, a shiver of arousal racing down his spine. He loved it when you got like this, when you took control and unleashed your darkest desires upon him.

"You're nothing but a pussy-hungry slut," you continued, your words harsh and unforgiving. "A worthless piece of meat for me to use however I please."

And then, without warning, Mingyu felt the overwhelming surge of pleasure wash over him, his release coming fast and hard. He cried out in ecstasy, his body trembling beneath you as he spilled himself inside you, his cum coating your walls.

"Sorry," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he avoided meeting your gaze. "I didn't mean to... I just couldn't help it."

Despite his embarrassment, Mingyu couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that had washed over him, fueled by your cruel and taunting words. He knew he should feel ashamed for cumming so quickly, but there was a part of him that reveled in the power you held over him, in the way you could reduce him to a quivering mess with just a few well-chosen insults.

Vernon

you couldn't resist the urge to reach up and grab a handful of his hair, tugging it gently but firmly as you rocked your hips against his.

The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Vernon's body, his arousal spiking to new heights as he groaned in ecstasy. He had always loved it when you played rough, but there was something about the sensation of your fingers tangling in his hair that drove him wild with desire.

But then, without warning, the pain of his scalp being tugged combined with the overwhelming pleasure of your tight heat enveloping him was too much for Vernon to handle. With a strangled cry, he came embarrassingly fast, his cum spilling out of him.

As he collapsed back against the pillows, panting heavily, Vernon's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. He couldn't believe he had cum so quickly, especially with you still riding him so eagerly. "Oh my god... I'm so sorry baby..."

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[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: newrelationship!vernon, miscommunication, afab reader, smut, virgin reader, inexperienced reader, dry humping, fingering, etc.

wc: 3040

a/n: had a thought abt this so i decided to write it. hope u like <3

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vernon wasn't sure what he was doing wrong.

god, he was just so into you, but he didn't know what to do anymore.

you'd been dating for a bit over two months by now, and it had been perfect. you'd spent almost every day together, never spending a dull moment by each other's sides. and god, was be obsessed with you. he felt like a bit of a loser, with how horribly down bad he was for you, but he couldn't help himself, okay? you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. it didn't help that you were also the smartest, funniest, sexiest- okay he'll stop now. he still wasn't sure what exactly he had done to bag you, but he wasn't about to question his good fortune.

that was where his problem laid, actually.

despite two months of perfect love (was it too soon for him to say that?), the two of you had yet to have sex - or do anything remotely sexual in general. he'd had the privilege of holding you in his arms as you slept a few times now, and even the pleasure of feeling your lips against his as you endlessly sighed against his mouth when you'd kiss (something that got him going immediately - the feeling of your pliant form against him and your soft lips chasing after his), but he was yet to hit any other base with you.

the sheer desperation he felt for you made him feel terrible. vernon was nothing if not a respectful man. he wanted nothing more than to make you feel as comfortable as possible, never expressing any type of complaint whenever you pulled away or stopped him if things were getting too far for your liking. like last week.

you'd both been on his couch watching a movie together. it was all fine and dandy until you decided to pull his head towards you, suddenly planting a kiss against his lips. you did this quite often, actually. you seemed to really enjoy kissing vernon, something he would never say no to. like any reasonable person, he met you with equal enthusiasm, swallowing your soft moans while he shared a few groans right back into your mouth.

this went on for about fifteen minutes, making him lightheaded at your proximity. his hands were on your waist while yours played with his hair. he had moved you to sit on his lap about ten minutes ago, now having your weight atop his lap while he willed his boner away. it didn't take long for him to begin to get fidgety, deciding to begin a trail of kisses down your neck. your reaction had his breath catching in his throat. he had never heard such pretty moans in his life. it seemed like you were enjoying it as much as he was, tilting your head to the side to give him more room to kiss and suck at. it all went well, until his hands began to wander a bit.

you immediately placed them back on your waist, not giving any other reaction or indication as to why. about ten minutes later when you had finally grown too tired of making out, you separated from one another. you whispered a shy 'sorry' to him before cuddling back into him as you had been thirty minutes ago. he chose not to question it, simply pulling you even closer to his side.

~

next time it happened it was a bit more embarrassing. you'd woken up together after he had stayed over at your place. you had immediately jumped him, kissing him with intensity he hadn't met before. he wasn't an idiot, so he kissed back, taking anything you were willing to give him. it was filthy, really. just a mess of tongues and even some heavy petting over your clothes.

he was so sure this time you'd want more. that you'd finally at least let him have the unimaginable pleasure of some over-the-clothes action. he would give even with some dry humping. he was incredibly hard, which was already embarrassing on it's own. what made it even more embarrassing, however, was your squeak and the way you backed away the moment you felt his hardness against your leg. there were no words exchanged, just widened eyes starting at one another. the silence was only broken when vernon quickly grumbled out an apology along with a short 'i'll, uh, go take care of it. my bad' before leaving the room and locking himself in your bathroom.

after a less than gratifying session with his fist in your tiny bathroom, he came back to you, ears still burning red and eyes meeting the floor.

"vernon, fuck. i'm sorry, i just wasnt-"

"its fine!", he interrupted (very stupidly, by the way), "you dont have to explain anything. did you, uh, wanna get breakfast or something?"

you smiled back at him, seemingly thankful that he had given you an out, "yeah, sure nonnie."

~

next time had been the last one. the last instance that truly broke vernon. it had also been an accident, but a fortunate one at that.

vernon already had a key to your apartment. sure, you'd only been dating for a short time, but in both of your defenses, you'd been friends for a while before that, so this just seemed like a logical course of action. vernon had the tendency to drop by your apartment unannounced. he hated texting and was usually too lazy to call, so he had grown accustomed to just popping by. thus far, it had never been an issue. sometimes you'd be caught off guard, but for the most part it didnt go past you playfully slapping his chest and telling him to make some type of noise in order to not give you a heart attack; advice he seemingly did not take. not even today.

he was too quiet, even to a fault. he walked in, not making any type of noise and immediately seeking you out. you weren't in the living room, which meant you could only be in your room. he wished he could've checked the kitchen or the restroom first. maybe then you could've had more time to prepare, but that's not what happened. what happened, however, was that vernon unsuspectedly walked into your room only to find you pantless, with your hand up your cunt, groaning in frustration at yourself - something that had him tilting his head in confusion despite the sheer shock.

he couldn't really see anything too compromising due to the oversized shirt you were wearing covering your crotch itself, but he wasn't an idiot, he knew what having your hand down there meant. you were touching yourself. and it wasn't going well. you hadn't noticed him yet. his eyes were still wide, gasp trapped in his throat before unwillingly releasing it the moment you looked up, probably having felt his presence.

you jumped back in place, grabbing a pillow to cover between your legs before you started yelling at him.

"v-vernon?! what the fuck?! what are you doing here?"

he stayed frozen for a few seconds before finally snapping out of his trance, eyes still glued to your nether area despite the pillow playing the role of a barrier between his eyes and your cunt.

"uh, i, fuck. im sorry, i-"

"stop staring at me!", you put your arms over your face, covering yourself while also making yourself as small as possible due to embarrassment. fuck, vernon felt so terrible at making you feel ashamed that he'd caught you in the act. he hadn't meant to, truly!

"wait, no! don't- it's okay! i'm so sorry," against his better judgment, he walked over to you, sitting next to you on your bed. you hadnt asked him to leave, and you seemed vulnerable, so he assessed that the best move right now would be to try and comfort you.

you slowly looked up at him, hair a mess and obvious tears on your face. your face was also slightly flushed, indicating that you had been crying out of embarrassment. fuck, that was so adorable.

"you don't have to be embarrassed, it- it's fine. i'm sorry i didnt knock, i shouldve called beforehand like you told me. i know im probably overstepping a boundary here, but we've been dating for a while, i know you dont want to go there with me yet, but theres no need to be embarra-"

'it's not- vernon. i do want to have sex with you.'

"h- huh? you do?"

you did?! had he been reading you wrong this whole time? were you just playing hard to get or something? no, that didn't really sound like you.

you turned to face him, making sure your shirt still hid your naked bottom as you did so, "yes, vernon, i just ... fuck, its so embarrassing. ive just never had sex before ..." you looked anywhere but into his eyes as you said this, clearly ashamed of the revelation.

"i- that's it? you're a virgin? babe, you know i don't care about that, right?"

"it's not just that, nonnie. i ... i've never ...." the second half of your statement was too mumbled for him to understand.

"what was that?"

"dont make me say it again!"

"babe, i didnt hear you, i swear. just tell me, baby, cmon. id never judge you, you know that."

you sighed, now deciding to sit up fully and look straight into his eyes, "ive never had an orgasm."

oh. oh.

"r-really?"

"see! you think its weird! that's why i was so frustrated before you came in. it just- it just doesnt work. i dont know what it is. there's something clearly wrong with me," you were growing more and more exasperated by the minute, "ive never gone past second base with any boyfriend because of this. theyve all thought i was weird or broken or something, i'm just-"

"hey, hey. don't think like that. you're not broken. there's nothing wrong with it. if you dont like sex, that's-"

"but i do, vernon. i want to have sex with you!", you gasped at your own statement as soon as it left your mouth, showing clear embarrassment in your face, but you continued after collecting yourself, "i want to have sex. i just .. i dont know what to do. ive tried everything. there's something wrong with me. im sorry, vernon. i want to be with you so bad, - ive been wanting to go further with you - but i just didnt want to disappoint you like everyone else."

vernon was a bit devastated by your dejected demeanor. had every single ex of yours just given up on you? did they not even try to pull an orgasm out of you? the thought made him sad. then came the thought of you touching yourself night after night only to come out empty handed, with no orgasm nor pleasure to show for your efforts. that thought made him shudder. he thought about how well he could've taken care of you. how well he currently wanted to take care of you.

"baby ... you could never disappoint me. fuck, this whole time i thought you just didnt want to be with me. i- i'm sorry if i ever made you feel pressured. ill do things at whatever pace you want. just ... you're not weird. you're not broken, okay? im sorry anyone ever made you feel that way. im sorry no one ever took their time with you," he was genuinely apologetic over it. he had been thinking with his dick this whole time, not once stopping to consider that you had your reasons; very valid ones at that.

"thank you, vernon. i really appreciate it, really," you replied before pausing, taking a shaky breath before continuing, "you ... do you ... uh .."

"yeah, baby? what is it?"

"do you want to have sex? fuck, im sorry. i know that's such an unsexy way to ask. im sorry ive made this whole situation so uncomfortable. i should've just told you, or maybe just-"

he hummed against your lips as he interrupted your nervous rambling with a kiss, "hmm. baby. don't even worry about it. you didnt ruin anything. and you're the sexiest person alive, i ... i think about you all the time. ill take whatever you give me. anything is more than enough, okay?"

that seemed to make you get a little shy once again, "y-yeah. okay, thank you vernon."

vernon could tell what you wanted. i mean, you had literally told him you wanted to have sex with him. you just seemed to need some help getting there. he decided to save you any further embarrassment (even though in reality, he only found your shy demeanor adorable) and close the gap of your lips again.

he kissed you as softly and sensually as he could, pulling all stops to get you keening against him. within only some moments he was already hovering over you on your bed, your shirt ridden up to show your bare lower half. he began to sneak his hands over your shirt, slow enough to allow you to push him off if you wanted to. which you did. except it was only temporary, taking off your shirt altogether before pulling his lips back to yours, making the kiss grow even more intense.

vernon couldnt help moaning against your mouth the moment you moved his hands to play with your bare breasts, wrapping your legs around his waist and doing your best to incite him into humping against you. he didnt need any convincing, immediately digging his clothed crotch into yours. he fell in love with your soft moans, ones he had never heard before.

"nonnie ..." god, you were going to kill him. he wasnt even in you and he already felt like he was going to explode. but his priority right now was showing you that you weren't broken; that you were perfectly deserving of a mind-blowing orgasm.

"can i show you, baby? can i show you how to touch yourself?" he was completely serious too. he wanted not only to give you pleasure but also show you how to seek it on your own. he pictured you thinking about him when you were alone at night, fingers deep in your cunt as you-

"show me? what do you mean?"

"wanna teach you how to get there. can i?", he sat up, doing messy work of pulling off his pants and taking off his shirt, leaving himself in just his boxers before pulling you to sit up with him. he then guided you to sit on top of him as he sat against the headboard. your back was against his chest, with his arms now wrapped around you.

"nonnie ..."

"yeah, baby? whats wrong?", he was now allowing his hands to feel you up, loving how you arched against him the moment his fingers landed on your nipples, lightly pinching at them while he kissed your neck.

"im nervous ... im sorry, i know its dumb."

"its not dumb. is this okay? want me to slow down?"

"no! its fine. youre- you're perfect. i promise."

"okay. im gonna start now, then, okay?", he allowed one of his hands to sneak down, landing right where your cunt began, "im just gonna rub it for now, okay, baby? we'll go step by step."

"o-okay."

he rubbed at you, stopping by your clit every so often just to hear you mewl his name. he allowed his other hand to stay on your tits in the meantime, figuring that it was a sensitive spot for you that would also help you get there. you were extremely wet too, which gave him the idea that he was doing well so far. he had full confidence that he could make you cum. the thought of giving you your first orgasm did things to him.

"gonna put a finger in, okay? gon-"

"two! i can take it, nonnie, i swear. i ... i can already feel it."

"yeah? two? okay, baby. anything you want."

he had meant to start slow and build up his rhythm, but he was met with your desperate cunt chasing after his fingers every time he'd slow down. he figured you were ready for something more intense, so he began to give it his all.

"n-nonnie! fuck!" you grew limp against him, unable to control your moans of pleasure for him. you were beginning to tighten around him, which let him know all he needed to know.

"i- nonnie, i feel ... i feel weird. its so ... fuck ... its so good, nonnie! dont stop. fu- fuck! please!" you were getting progressively more desperate, specially as vernon began to play with your clit once more.

"cum, baby. wanna feel you, fuck. want my pretty girl to feel good," he pistoned his fingers in and out of you, making sure to curl them perfectly in order to hit that spot.

"n-nonnie! fuck!"

he let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of your orgasm invade you, pulling his fingers out immediately to suck at them in a depraved manner he wasn't even aware he had in him. by the time he was done, your orgasm had worn down, leaving you panting against him.

"that ... shit, vernon."

"i told you. told you you weren't broken. fuck, can't believe none of those assholes never even fingered you properly."

"yeah .. i mean, i also never-"

"shh, baby. none of it was your fault. now you know, right? next time you need it, you know how to do it. or, you know, just call me," you bad turned around by now, still sitting on him but now facing him as he spoke.

"thank you, vernon. im sorry i made you feel like i didnt want you," you pouted at him, "god, i cant believe i missed out on that for so long."

"right? uh, anything else you want me to show you?"

you threw him a flirty smile, sensually running your hands up and down his torso, "i had a few ideas, actually."

his eyes widened, "shit, really?"

"yeah ... there's a few other things i need to learn. teach me?"

he had never been more ready (and horny) for anything else before.

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[wonijinjin]

seventeen when their quieter s/o feels very affectionate

author’s note: hope you like it, if you have an ask or request send it in!

synopsis: what the title says.

word count: 0.7k | genre: fluff | pairings: seventeen x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food (breakfast)

“cheol baby, good morning!” you would sweetly say while jumping on top of him, laughing and giggling. he would love to see that you were up to being affectionate since he is a very clingy man and it was kind of rare to see you like this. he would take you into his arms, kissing you softly while smiling so wide his dimples would show.

jeonghan wouldn’t be awake by the time you woke up, so it would come as a surprise to him that you kissed his nose and face, this action being the first thing he sensed. “hmm, is my angel feeling extra cute and cuddly today?” he would ask while lazily draping an arm over your form and letting you snuggle into his side.

joshua was already awake by the time you opened your eyes, looking at you lovingly while stroking your hair. after you gave him many many kisses on his adorable cheeks his eyes became even softer. “darling you have no idea how in love i am with you. i keep falling deeper.” he would say while kissing you back.

jun would also be up by the time you found him, in the bathroom washing up. you looked at him through the mirror, hanging on him like a little koala while he brushed his teeth. after being done he would give you a wink. “do you want to help me style my hair, precious?”

hoshi cannot stay silent so he would be doing that vibrating thing he always does when he is excited when you backhugged him and peppered kisses over his face. “oh my god little tiger you are so so cute.” he would say while turning around and grabbing you by the waist.

wonwoo was watching you sleep and adoring your face when you looked up at him with those beautiful orbs, leaning up to pull him down by his neck, to which he let out a low chuckle and an admiring your smile. “were you spying on me again while sleeping, hmm mr. jeon?”

it was rare to see woozi rest so you were extra happy to see him in bed, just lazing around. you would jump on the piece of furniture, hugging him tightly, him letting a smirk make its way onto his face. “what got you so excited, hmm babe?” he would question while letting you twirl his locks around your finger.

dk is a very touchy person so he would be over the moon when you started singing with him while making breakfast, instantly grinning. “you are so cute my sunshine minnie!” you would say excitedly while squishing his cheeks, resulting in him blushing and blabbering about how you were the cute one, not him.

mingyu would be giggling so much when he is around you, which would only increase when you jumped on his back, him acting as your carrier right away, bouncing around with you glued to him, your laugh and kisses lingering on his skin. “i will give you all the affection in the world kim mingyu!”

minghao would be mesmerised by your brightness and would just quietly melt upon receiving the most warm hug ever from you, fingers laced together, stroking your back with one hand. “darling you are my soulmate, my everything.” he would whisper into your ear during the intimate moment.

“what are you doing?” seungkwan would whine, pretending to be annoyed by you not letting him drink his iced americano in peace, dancing around, but in reality he would let his smile take over, knowing damn well he cannot resist your chamrs, especially when you let yourself be exceptionally affectionate with him.

to say that vernon was surprised would be an understatement; he did not expect to be dragged back into bed by you clinging onto his thigh. “nonnie stay with me i miss you already!” you would insist, pouty lips and light touches, to which he couldn’t say no, obviously.

dino would love that you felt good and would shower you with so much love that you would be drowning in it. “bub i love you so much i could burst!” he would say while kissing your forehead from time to time, you keeping in his arms while you were smiling like a maniac.

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[ssentimentals]

vernon + dropping you lunch at work

'what you're doing, sunshine?'

you smile, quickly looking around to check whether someone is looking at you or not. it wasn't frown upon to answer the phone during work hours but you didn't want anyone to see you smiling and blushing while speaking to your boyfriend. 'i'm stuck on that report i told you yesterday, trying to finish it now. what about you?'

'heading a bit early for a lunch break. i know you are working but can i come over because i miss seeing your face?'

that's why you didn't want anyone to be near when you're speaking to vernon. he always says things like this, things that make your heart first stop and then start beating two times faster; things that make you giggle and your cheeks turn the color of tomato alarmingly fast. you didn't know how you got so lucky to have such a sweet boyfriend and you were thankful every single day. 'you'll be here in ten? i can come down for a little bit.'

'i'm actually already right in front of your building.' vernon shyly admits. 'come down, please?'

'vernon!' you notice some of the coworkers starting to cast you glances and you quickly stand up, rushing to the door.

'what? i got you coffee!' he sounds too happy for you to reprimand him on not warning you on his arrival.

you shake your head, smiling. 'okay-okay, i'm waiting for the elevator.'

'woah, is it all because of the coffee? i see why i'm loved.'

'i mean, it is coffee.' you murmur, trying not to laugh.

'true,' vernon easily agrees and you know he's smiling right now. 'anyway, what's up with that elevator being so slow? i miss you so would you pleaaaase come down?'

you laugh openly this time, not caring if someone else will hear you. 'i'll be there in a second.' you promise before disconnecting right when elevator's doors open.

vernon and you just started your internships and luckily your buildings were not far from each other, resulting in him always meeting you at the end of the work day. you feared for your relationships when internship will start but turns out you had nothing to fear of; vernon is committed just as you to keep the relationship healthy and going and it warms your heart how easy it is with him, how it always has been easy with him. you rush to the exist, fumbling with your card to open the door. vernon is standing not far from the main entrance and you for a second, admiring him. your boyfriend usually prefers more oversized and comfortable clothing, but it's a wonder how good he looks in simple black slacks and white shirt. he looks bored but the second he sees you bright smile lights up his face and he opens his arms, inviting you in. and how can you deny this invitation? you want to run into his arms but there are guards around, so instead you walk in a fast pace towards him, grinning when he hugs you tight.

'hello there, beautiful.' he pecks your cheeks, leaning back. 'here is your coffee and here is your tuna bowl with soy sauce.'

you gasp, squinting at him angrily. 'you promised not to do that anymore! you can't buy me lunch every single time!'

vernon simply pushes both coffee and salad bowl into your hands. 'how much time we have?' he asks, smiling at your pout. 'don't go around with that face or someone will snatch you up!'

'stop,' you lightly push him, grinning. your cheeks heat up and you take a sip of your favorite drink, closing your eyes in a bliss. 'oh, this is heaven.'

vernon's eyebrows rise high and he chuckles, amused by your behavior. knowing how you're not a fan of pda, he settles for gently pulling you closer by the waist, kissing your cheek once more. 'i love you more than you love coffee, you know?'

god, the things he does to your heart. you turn a little, meeting his eyes. you know he is being absolutely serious, stating things that sound as a joke in the most vernon fashion ever. 'i love you more than i love coffee,' you mumble quietly, clutching at the drink nervously.

vernon smiles and leans in, slotting your lips together for a quick kiss, grinning when you start pushing him away, alarmed at the pda. 'vernon!'

he laughs and you two stand together, discussing your plans for the evening when after five minutes vernon sighs in dejection, checking his wrist watch. 'i need to run,' he mumbles, obviously not happy. 'you took yesterday's chicken in a container with you, right? don't forget to eat your salad as well.'

you nod, reaching up to fix his hair. he smiles, looking at you lovingly. 'you eat well too.' you say, hugging him for a goodbye. 'i'll be out at six, you'll wait for me here?'

'always.' he takes your hand in his, drops a kiss there, making you blush. 'have a good day, sunshine. i love you.'

'you too.' your cheeks hurt from smiling so wide. 'and i love you too.'

'more than coffee?' vernon asks, letting your hand go.

'more than coffee.' you confirm steadily. more than anyone or anything else, you want to add but hold back. but he knows. judging by his sparkling eyes and gentle smile - he already knows.

a/n: literally dragging myself out of the writer's block with this cute little thing. check out my other works here - nini

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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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[holdinbacksecrets]

𓏸𓂃boyfriend things╰𓏸 in a letter… to say the least

◞✧𓏯 ⸝⸝⸝ in that yearning state with heartache 💌 for my fellow nct, bts, svt, got7 enthusiasts ⊹◞✿

♡don’t forget about our histories, and the way they’re wrapped up together, well-acquainted, quite familiar… to say the least

♡don’t forget about our laughter, and the way yours lifted higher in my presence, falling into something comfortable and free

♡don’t forget our sleeping together, and the routine we created, something impossible to know without the other. i’m still getting used to emptiness; we’re becoming well-aquatinted… to say the least

♡don’t forget about the open windows, and the way i endured- softened in cold breeze. the annoyance you came to know because the heating bill spiked over my strange way of finding delight

♡don’t forget about the friends who told me i wasn’t enough for you, over the lunch we planned for my birthday. i couldn’t believe the gift i came to receive. was that the first straw or the last?

♡don’t forget about the dresser drawers and the morning i spent cleaning out my closet, my bedroom, rearranging my things so happily for you. the beams we shared and memorized in october when our love settled into the walls and furniture

♡don’t forget the times we spoke about forever, imagining ourselves as that elderly couple the young ones will coo over. i promised myself you would know me until there wasn’t anything new to learn. i promised myself it would be worth letting you in. and it was, but i miss you… to say the least.

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[vernxnsfool]

i’m having a tough day so i made this for myself

vernon comforts you after you find out bad news.

it was the weekend, and nonie had the entire day off… for once in a blue moon, but between his heavy work schedule and your heavy work load, you mutually decided that today was going to be a relaxing marathon of your favorite comfort movies. you were in the middle of watching despicable me when all of the water vernon drank was finally catching up to him.

with a soft sigh he kissed your forehead before he set angled his arms from around you & apologized as he waddled to the bathroom. you immediately paused the tv.

“you don’t need to! i’ll be speedy quick!” he yelled back as he continued waddling to the bathroom, earning a chuckle from you.

but when he came back, you were no longer relaxed and cuddling the squishmallow hansol bought for you when you jumped up and down out of excitement just from seeing it in the score. no. you were glaring down at your phone in your hands that had just notified you of something you never wanted to hear. you were upset at the device for ruining what was supposed to be a relaxing day with your boyfriend, instead turning it into something that would mark the beginning of a time of healing.

“y/n?” he started towards you with confusion, seeing you silently shaking

you didn’t respond. you just sat on the couch, trying to convince yourself to hold out for the day, just for the day. so you could have a normal day with him.

“y/n?” vernon asked again, this time sitting beside you. you refused to look at him, not wanting him to see how distraught you actually were. maybe you could still pull yourself together and make this seem like some joke.

you wish it was just some sick joke.

a ding rang through the air coming from your phone, immediately causing you to throw it without second thought before your hands went straight to your head and the sobs that you were trying to hold back all came out.

“hey hey hey…” vernon grabbed your hands and held them in his own, shifting so he was now in front of you. his hands squeezed yours as he tried to lower himself to your eye level.

“whatever’s wrong i’m here, y/n. please let me help you baby.” you could hear the worry laced in his voice as he continued to hold your hands. you didn’t say anything but motioned to your phone, which was now on the ground in front of the couch. he continued to caress one of your hands with the pad of his thumb before retrieving the phone, and trying to place it in your free hand. you shook your head fervently before gently pushing it back to him.

“read it, please. i cant read it again right now.” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

his heart ached at the sound of your voice being so fragile. he couldn’t stand to see you feeling any sort of negative emotion. he only wanted you to feel happiness, because that’s what you deserved.

hansol continued rubbing the back of your hand as he opened your phone. you two knew each others phone passwords, both of you had been dating long enough to trust that the other wouldn’t go snooping through the others phone- or even opening it without permission.

hansol immediately turned your phone off and pulled you in for a hug after reading the words on the screen. he held you as you sobbed and asked him how this could happen. how the world could be so cruel. he wanted to make you feel better. he would place soft kisses on the top of your head until your sobs slowly turned into small whimpers. he held back his own tears just from seeing and hearing you so distraught. he didn’t tell you it was okay. because he knew it wasn’t.

he handed you some tissues from the coffee table. you’d cried in front of him before so he knows you hate it when people hear or see you blow your nose, so he leads you to the bathroom and places a soft kiss on your hand before closing his eyes and covering his ears. this caused you to giggle slightly, which made him smile in response. once you had finished, you began washing your hands with warm water. it wasn’t long before that you saw hansol waiting to use the sink himself, a wash rag held between his hands. he kept the water warm, and gently turned you so your back was against the countertop. he turned the water off and rung the washcloth out before bringing his free hand to cup the back of your head, and the washcloth gently going over your tear stained face.

the act of kindness caused a few more tears to fall, hansol immediately placing soft kisses on your cheeks before continuing to rub the washcloth around your face. you could only look at him with pure love. how did you manage to get someone as caring, kind, and loving as him?

you pulled him into a tight hug. hands around his waist and head pressed against his chest. he wrapped his arms around your back as he rested his head on yours.

“i’m sorry, love.” he began, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “the world is cruel and evil. i know it hurts, but i will be here for you as long as you want me to, because i love you so much.” you could hear the soft quiver in his voice when he said he loved you. you squeezed him tighter.

“i love you too, sol.” you sighed deeply as the two of you stood in the bathroom, protecting eschother from the sadness of the outside world.

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[cherryredcheol]

quiet time

tldr: what exactly is he staring at? a/n: this is an ode to my own headphones. thank you for everything you do. (none of this would exist without you)

you think the best thing vernon ever did for your relationship was buy you your own pair of noise-canceling headphones. not only was it cute that you two had a subtle way of matching, but the gift was the catalyst for what you two called “quiet time”. 

you knew vernon needed his alone time. knew he needed time with his headphones on and music blasting in his ears, in his own world. you were happy to give him the space and do your own thing. when you opened the headphones he had given you, you weren't really sure you’d use them, perfectly happy with your small earbuds. the large headset seemed excessive. however, you quickly got the appeal after using them for the first time.

now every time you two hung out, you’d have quiet time. each doing your own thing, existing in the same space but not interacting with each other. hair getting flatter on both your heads as the band of the headphones pressed down. 

today you were sat on opposite ends of the couch, several feet of space between you both. you were absorbed in a game on your phone. he couldn’t help but stare at you, the music blasting into his own ears becoming background noise as he focused on you. he loved seeing you in those headphones, pleased to no end when he sees how well you use them. when he bought you the exact same pair that he had, he was nervous they would get mixed up but that fear was put to bed when you promptly decorated yours with little stickers, saying they needed to be “cuter” and as he stares at those stickers now, he can confirm you’re cute, but it might not be the headphone’s doing. 

you could feel vernon’s gaze on you, you’d felt it for minutes now. no longer able to stand it, you turned your head to him, pulling the headphones down to rest around the back of your neck. 

“why are you staring at me like that?” 

vernon pulled his own headphones down, unphased, “what?” 

you huffed, “why are you staring at me so intensely? it's creeping me out.” 

he smiled easily, “i just love you so much, bug.” 

you rolled your eyes, pulling the headphones back up, “well knock it off, you’re distracting me from my game.”

vernon just continued to stare, not missing the soft blush on your cheeks and little smile tugging on your lips as you tried to focus on the small screen in your hands. unsuccessful, you turned your head again pushing the headphones just off the ear closest to vernon, "for real stop staring. i need to beat this level before i can even think about making dinner so if you want to eat soon, you’ll look away.” 

laughing, vernon crawled closer to you, closing the distance between you two on the couch. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you closer and whispered in your exposed ear, “i’ll wait forever for dinner if it means i can keep looking at you.” 

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[fairyhaos]

how seventeen react to their s/o's baby photos

notes: ive been choosing baby photos for our school yearbook cz it's the end of the year and it had me thinking.... what if i made this a svt hc??

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seungcheol, jeonghan, hoshi

eyes are positively gleaming at the chance to see your embarrassing moments when your parents bring up ur baby photos when he's visiting one day. he is so very ready to make fun of you for how ridiculous you looked as a baby. only, that all gets forgotten when he's shown the first picture and his jaw drops open because???? you were so cute wtf????? how is this even possible omg you were the cutest baby he's ever seen. all thoughts of blackmail are gone from his head. he's just in awe over how you've stayed so CUTE over the years

joshua, woozi, vernon, chan

finds you absolutely adorable no matter what. every picture that gets placed in front of him, he's instantly smiling and pointing out your chubby cheeks and saying that you're the cutest little bean he's ever laid his eyes on. you could be screaming and throwing the biggest tantrum in the photo and he'll still giggle and say you're soooo so adorable. is he ridiculously, horribly in love with you? yeah. and he knows it. doesn't stop him from steadfastly believing you were the cutest baby ever tho

junhui, dokyeom, mingyu

giggles at all your demented baby photos. your parents were the kind that took photos of every single memory during your childhood, so there are many of you with your face screwed up into a temper tantrum or with food all over your face or when you're drooling all over yourself whilst u were teething. you find it embarrassing, but this guy thinks that it's soooo unbelievably cute. keeps giggling like he's gone insane. is, weirdly, especially attached to that one picture of u trying to gnaw off your grandma's hand with your toothless gums

wonwoo, minghao, seungkwan

he always had a feeling that u were cute when you were a baby, and on the day that your parents busted out the childhood photos, his feelings were confirmed. good lord, you were such an adorable baby that he can't help but smile with such ridiculous fondness down at the photos before looking over at you again, pinching your cheeks and saying that you're still as cute as you were back then. very seriously asks ur parents if they can send him copies of the baby photos that he likes the most so he can keep them for himself

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