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VERNON
GOING SEVENTEEN SPECIAL — I Know & Don’t Know #1
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Statistics. (Hanahaki au. Reader x male!idol)
Genre: Angst.
Word count: 1,045
Warnings: mentions of d*ath, mentions of blood.
(This was inspired by this conversation between myself and @hyunmintae . I also didnt assign a specific idol so you can imagine the idol you'd get hanahaki for lol. Hope you enjoy ♡)
You had been diagnosed with it 3 years prior to your standing there. Hanahaki is what the doctor had called it. The illness of unrequited love. You had laughed to yourself then. Unrequited love. How ridiculous was that? You were sick because someone didn't love you back... it wouldn't be the most ridiculous thing to happen to you throughout your life. There was a reason why you were sick to begin with.
Him.
Unbeknownst to him, you'd found shelter in him from all the other ridiculous things life had thrown at you. His voice, his face, his laugh... you had fallen in love with the idol on the cracked screen of your phone just like millions of others... yet ridiculousness followed you through and through, that's why you were sat morbidly chuckling at the fact that out of 20,000 you were the one that had gotten sick. That's right, you were that 1 in 20,000 people.
According to the statistics, only 1 in 5,000 cases died from the illness. At least that's what the doctor had told you after handing you a flimsy pamphlet that detailed all about the illness and treatments available. The one recommended to you?
Surgical removal of all memories of him. All the times you had cried yourself to sleep listening to his voice while your parents fought over whatever money they had or didn't have. The times he'd made you laugh after you'd left your parents' house. Even the time he taught you to love yourself despite there not being much to love at all...
You didn't take it. What was the point? Wouldn't you default back to the empty shell you were before you found him?
That's also how you found yourself standing on the General Admission floor of his concert only 3 years after your diagnosis. The truth was, you were dying. Your condition had worsened, and your doctor had dropped you. It seemed like there was no hope for you, so why not see him in person once, just once before the struggling flame of life within you expired?
It was rather amusing how your lungs constricted almost to the beat of the music blasting around you. He was there, with layers of light shining behind his figure, and eyes alight with adrenaline. In that moment you felt what you could only describe as magic... he was magic... but he was also death. You could feel it coming, the pain in the back of your throat, except it was no longer amusing.
It seared you from the inside out, almost like your lungs were on fire. Oxygen was no longer reaching you and deep inside you knew, it was the end. Your cold body crumpled to the ground catching the attention of the people around you.
It was cruel, and rather embarrassing. Couldn't you have died after the concert? Maybe somewhere he wouldn't see? Not that you'd live to remember it, with the way your throat and chest were tightening within you. Whispers started to fill the air around you, but no one offered a hand. How could they? You were an anomaly and you were sick, almost everyone around you could tell what it was with the way your hands grasped at your throat.
It hurt. God it hurt.
Hot tears rolled down your face as you did everything possible to breathe... you couldn't. You had been warned and hadn't listened.
Finally after minutes of struggling you coughed out what had been tearing you apart inside. A sole large black baccara rose. It was beautiful... and you could finally breathe. Was it possible you weren't going to die? Maybe you were going to be okay, right?
Wrong.
It was when you stood back up in the center of the General Admission floor of your favorite group's concert that you realized that the beautiful rose that lay on the ground before you was dotted with crimson dots and your numb tongue could somehow still filter through the strong taste of iron.
Terminal lucidity.
That's what your grandmother's doctor had called it. A period of alertness before death.
You could feel a tingle forming, from the center of your chest but this time there was no pain or ache to come with it, rather a soft gurgle left your lips. The crowds around you gasped as they watched you like a bad car wreck on the side of the road. Scary and sad, but hard to look away from it.
You took one step... two steps... and suddenly you couldn't breathe again. Your lungs, however, were no longer blocked by flowers. No, it was thick red iron preventing you from breathing. You fell right back to the floor coughing up the thick red crimson that had so prettily decorated your last flower.
Slowly you turned so you were on your back. It kind of hurt less that way. Medics had managed to get past the crowd and to you as well. The tips of your fingertips grazed the soft end of your ratty wristband. The one with his name printed on it with holographic vinyl...
Your body was being moved, surely you were in the process of getting carted away from the scene. In a way, you felt relieved. He wouldn't have to see you.
Except he did.
In the midst of it all you missed him and another one of his group members hopping off the stage in hopes of helping somehow. You wanted to laugh. Yes. In your last minutes of life you felt like laughing off the embarrassment of having your idol watch you died in the most pathetic way. Catching his horrified gaze last minute didn't help either.
You shut your eyes tightly for what was left of your miserable life.
What was left...
Fear, and a sudden wish to live. Deep inside you, your heartbeat was slowing down, and your mind as well... and all you wanted in that moment of clarity was for someone to call your mom because you were scared and cold and you wanted nothing more than to live...
Yet it was too late.
Because at 9:25 PM you breathed your last breath and became one more in the sea of statistics.
You were the 1 in 5,000.
#BTS#SEVENTEEN#bts fanfic#svt fanfic#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#bts angst#seventeen angst#jeon wonwoo#vernon chwe#yoon jeonghan#angst#hanahaki au#seventeen kpop#bts au#svt au
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👀 hello... I'm back... turns out 2022 had some punches packed and ready to go for me. I was feeling kind of, maybe, really REALLY unhappy for the first few months of the year... it's scary and lonely when people in your life use you and become nothing short of disappointing, but I'm okay now! Or at least, feeling better than before :).I got VIP tickets to see SVT in Houston, so I have something nice to look forward to this year. Anyways, I hope you're all doing well, I hope everyone is happy. ♡
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hello <333 can i request a vernon fluff au :DD maybe a meet cute type of thing ! love ur works always <3
I am so so so so many months late, I'm so sorry. I hope you see this and like it.
Word count: 1,447
Genre: Fluff ♡
Warnings: none.
Never fitting the quota was Y/N's brand. Invisibility was her super power. Intelligence her forte. Being unattractive, however, was her hell.
"Why won't you just let me do your brows? Just once-"
For the millionth time that day, Y/N found herself sighing out in frustration. "I would rather choke on Dokyeom's fat toe than put myself through 20 minutes of pain over something that won't benefit me in the least."
Ria, her best friend since infancy gave her a soft shove. "That's gross... Dokyeom, isn't that gross?" She asked causing the handsome loser to pull away from the manga he was reading.
"My toes are exquisite. I'll gladly let you suck them any day. I do have to warn you, though, I'm quite the ticklish man." He said with a blank face. It never ceased to baffle Y/N how he could so easily disconnect his facial reactions from his emotions, especially when he made a joke.
"You two are so annoying-" Y/N couldn't finish her sentence as the poor girl's shoulder was swung back by the harsh collision of another body against hers.
A string of apologies left the man's lips. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't see you there" he said reaching out to her. Y/N's hand tugged at Dokyeom's pant leg instead, and the boy obliged reaching down to her. Y/N took Dokyeom's hand quickly and stood up, a small huff leaving her plump lips.
"It's fine" she mumbled before walking off with her friends, she hadn't even looked at the man that had ran into her. It was upsetting really. That was the fifth time that week that the man had attempted to get her attention but to no avail.
"Maybe... I can...make up for that..." he sighed knowing she hadn't heard him, she was way too far from him by the time he'd mustered out his invitation. "... Over coffee"
Hansol Vernon Chwe was his name. If you wanted to talk about beautiful then he was the usual conversation starter in Gosev University. Tall, handsome, charismatic, sweet, rich and nice... He was the perfect catch, and yet no one, not even the prettiest girl on campus, had been able to tie him down.
He was complex. His looks had nothing to do with his choice of being single. It was deeper than that, somehow his reasoning always led to her. The one girl his eyes followed every time she walked past him. The invisible one is what she appeared to like to call herself, he'd overheard her once talking to the boy she was always with.
"She's supposed to be invisible not blind... yet her eyes never once land on me." He murmured to himself before collecting the books he'd dropped and heading the opposite way of Y/N and her two friend. One hand tightly grasping his books while the other was dug deep in his Jean's pocket in frustration.
He knew that Y/N wasn't in the Medical field, if he wasn't mistaken, it was her loud friend, Ria, that was enrolled. Plus, how would he have ever met Y/N if she'd been in the sciences? No, she was part of the Applied Arts department... It's why he was knee deep entranced with the girl.
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"This is Hansol, he is a third year Philosophy major, and he will be presenting us with the introduction to this class. After only his first year here, Mr. Chwe presented a critically accclaimed thesis on his philosophical research, based mostly on the works of the ones I like to call the 'great three'; Plato, Aristotle, and Socrates. Mr. Chwe, why don't you go ahead?"
The handsome young man bowed slightly before stepping up to the podium that was set in the center of the room before the students that scattered the lecture hall. He wasn't nervous, he never was. Being fearless when it came to being in public was what his mother liked to call his charm.
"Good morning everybody, I won't dwell much on introducing myself, Dr. Lee has outdone himself with doing that for me" he turned to the older man and bowed thankfully. "Today I will be introducing you to philosophy and the many facets that come with the term, does anyone know what philosophy means?"
All the women in the room were ecstatic at the view of him standing up at the podium in all his beautiful glory. Some scrambled over their desks while raising their hands, this in hopes of a better chance at getting picked by their handsome senior.
He ignored the stares and pointed to a random girl sitting in the center of the room. Her lashes batted and she took her pen fiddling with it, she was trying very hard to look cute... So hard it was almost painful for him to watch.
"Philosophy has no meaning. It is up to us to figure out what is, or isn't" she said with a proud smile.
Hansol rubbed at the back of his neck. "Yes, in part, but I was looking for more of an actual definition not necessarily how we approach it." He admitted frankly. The room went dead silent, suddenly no one was sure of what the right answer was.
He turned towards the white board behind himself ready to write down the answer but a strong voice pierced the air making him turn in its direction. "It's the study of the fundaments of any body of knowledge" she said. The man's eyes took a bit to scout the area, finally they found her. She was looking at him with a slightly bored expression, her pen tapping lightly at the surface of her desk. "It's not limited to knowledge, though, it can also be seen as the study of the fundaments of any body of existence, reason, values, language, mind..."
He smiled at her but she didn't return it, instead she returned her gaze to her notes. It was an odd feeling not to get a reaction from a girl... Yet it was refreshing as well. Here was a woman that wasn't interested in how hot her senior was, more so on what he was teaching. It made him warm inside. "That is correct-"
"There isn't ever right or wrong when it comes to philosophy, though" interjected another woman. She was seated in the front row, her body was leaning forward trying to get his undivided attention as had the first one.
Once again, her gaze was lifted. "You're right, but the definition of philosophy isn't up for debate. It is a fact. For example, are you trying to hit on Hansol or are you just an airhead? That could be pit as a philosophical question. A very stupid one, but philosophical if that's what you wish. You could argue that there is no right or wrong answer. I, however, would suggest you're a mix of both, but then again, this is a philosophy class, right? What I'm trying to say is that anything can be suggested but it doesn't change the definition of Philosophy."
Everyone was stunned to silence. A silent chorus of "whats wrong with hers" and "what's her problems" filled the air rendering Y/N embarrassed. The woman in the front cleared her throat uncomfortably and sat back correctly. As for Hansol, he was amazed. He wanted to clap and cheer her on for her perfect response, not only for being great at explaining philosophy but for finally allowing him to feel like more than a piece of eye candy for women to thirst over.
"That's absolutely correct" he finally managed with the smallest hint of a smile on his face.
The class continued like any other. Every once in a while his eyes would slip over to Y/N's slumped figure. Sometimes her pencil would be skidding quickly over the notebook before her, other times her eyes would be staring straight at him through the glasses perched on her nose. He'd be lying if he said it didn't make him nervous.
"Thank you so much for coming in today, it was a pleasure to teach for your class." He said with a bright smile. He was glad the class was over because that meant he'd be able to...
She was gone.
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Hansol made his way to his car dejectedly. The sweet memory of meeting Y/N leaving a contradictory bitter taste in his mouth. He had no idea what to do to get Y/N to notice him. She was the only one that didn't and, as self centered and shallow as that made him sound, it only made him want her attention the most.
#svt vernon#vernon au#vernon chwe#hansol vernon chwe#vernon#vernon hansol chwe#hansol chwe#chwe hansol#seventeen fanfiction#seventeen vernon#vernon svt#svt fanfic#svt scenarios#svt fluff#vernon fluff#boyfriend seventeen#seventeen imagines
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“ireumeun jungkook, seukeireun jeonguk!” ↣ for @jeonjcngkook
bonus!*
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I missed the replay of the concert too 😭 With so much going on with moving and whatnot, I totally forgot about it. I’m just hoping they release a dvd of it like they did with INCOMPLETE 🙏
-MTB Anon
My bestie was able to log on and watch it, she screen recorded part of it for me in case this exact thing happened 😂 but it really don't hit the same 😭😭😭😭😭😭. I can't believe I've done this 3 times now.
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You guys 😭😭😭😭 I bought the 2 day membership pass to watch Seventeen's most recent 2 day concert and I missed one of the shows because I didn't wake up to my alarms at 2 am, so I told myself I'd watch the replay on Saturday at 8PM my time... turns out it wasn't Saturday... it was on Friday at 8PM 😭😭😭😭 I PAID 80 DOLLARS FOR THE 2 DAYS AND COMPLETELY MISSED ONE OF THEM. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔 THIS ISNT EVEN THE FIRST TIME I DO THIS. I DID THE EXACT SAME THING WITH BTS' LAST SHOW.
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he’s so fine this honestly really, really is insane how fine he is
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Hiiio!!! Meant to Be Anon here! No request just an update of immense irony: I requested that Wonwoo cheering the reader up snuggle donation back a few months ago when stressed over changes at my job, and now my life is sort of mirroring your writing because I’m moving for a new job, but haven’t found a place I can afford yet, and my best friend offered to let me live with her for a couple of months while I start working and keep looking for my own place— sadly it’s not Wonwoo looking after me, but I was re-reading that fic tonight and was surprised how much it lined up with my current stresses (needing to pack on short notice and move, work being overwhelming as I’m getting ready to leave my current company, new town being VERY expensive so hard to find some place I can afford…) Are you clairvoyant? Lol Anyway, sorry for being so random. I hope you’re doing well!! - MTB Anon
Hello!!! Wow, that gave me chills! I don't know about me being clairvoyant but you wouldn't be the first person to ask me 👀😂. Seriously, though, I hope everything goes great for you. Changes can definitely be challenging, and scary, especially when you are pushed into situations you're not used to like depending on friends. All I can do is hope you are able to get on your feet as soon as possible and who knows? Maybe you'll cop you a Wonwoo somewhere along the ride!
P.S. Also, can we take a minute to appreciate how sweet your friends is for letting you stay with them until you find a job??? Big hug and positive energy to them. ♡♡♡
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