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RED STRING THEORY // Hansol x Reader Oneshot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was just like old times.

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

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

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

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

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

Yuck.

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

He must have grown up here.

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

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

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

"Excuse me?!"

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

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

Teens were rude and arrogant at that age anyways.

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

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

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

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

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

He did not want to risk it.

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

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

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

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

Crisis averted.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

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

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

Just quiet time.

The first in a very long time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sofia snorted, rolling her eyes at her brother.

He could be a dits at times.

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

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

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

Coffee.

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

"$10.78 please."

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

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

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

"He's allergic to girls."

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

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

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

"Thanks– wait, do I know you?"

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

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

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

He was never good with girls.

Or strangers.

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

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

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

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

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

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

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

"What can I get you today?"

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

"Anything else?"

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

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

Not in a creepy way of course.

No. He was not a creep.

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

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

But why was she so familiar?

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

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

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

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

Maybe she was a fan.

From a fan sign.

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

Not that he was in love.

Nor did he like the girl.

He didn't even know her.

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

"Do you go to fan signs?"

Oh he is about to blow his cover.

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

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

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

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

He let out a laugh.

If she had only known.

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

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

This was hopeless.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she knew they wouldn't believe her.

No one would have.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Moving was one thing.

Y/n didn't mind moving.

Moving to different country.

That was another story.

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

Y/n wanted to be selfish.

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

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

Don't get her wrong.

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

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

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

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

A lifestyle she had yet to adjust to.

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

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

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

But the pain never came.

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

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

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

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

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

"It's fine."

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

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

It's just a bruise, anyways.

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

Right, this wasn't the west.

They don't do that here.

"Sorry, I– am not."

"From here?" He finished with a chuckle.

"Yeah..."

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

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

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

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

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

She had a boyfriend.

No, she was just.... curious.

Something about his voice seemed... familiar.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

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

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

He really did not want to be seen.

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

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

"Sorry again." He winced.

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

"Huh?"

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

"Oh uh— kinda?"

"Kinda?" She raised her brows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What brings you out here?"

"My mom."

"Well yeah–"

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

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

"What about you?"

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

"Cool."

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

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

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

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

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

She never did.

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

She had done this for three days.

Giving up on the fourth.

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

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

Y/n had grown to love the place.

Contrary to what she had made herself believe.

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

So much for the stupid red string theory.

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

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

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

At least, if it fate allowed it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But fate was on her side.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm drafting my two week notice."

She never drafter her two week notice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She wanted to ease into it slowly.

Not thrown into the deep end.

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

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

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

"I'll teach you."

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

Oh she's definitely drafting her two weeks now.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

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

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

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

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

He looked good.

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

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

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

Just like kindergarten.

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

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

It was him.

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

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

"Slow down, yeah?" Minghao chuckled.

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

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not that he was looking for her.

She was just very easy to spot.

She dressed differently than the rest of the staff.

Her style still very much influenced by western fashion.

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

His voice was very easy to recognize.

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

Not that they would complain.

"Thank you." She bowed hesitantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He just needed to find the right time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Whoa." Vernon was shocked.

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

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

"Thank you." He handed her phone back.

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

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

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

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

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

She had perfectly remembered his order from that day.

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

"A plane?"

"It's not for sure yet."

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

"Oh I got it."

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

He hated that watered down tar drink.

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

How was she going to explain this to him?

Without being an absolute creep...

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

"I got you an iced mocha."

Welp.

There goes the bomb.

She began planning her escape route.

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

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

That was convincing.... right?

"Should I be offended?"

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

Crisis averted.

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

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

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

Y/n was a perfectionist.

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

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

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

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

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

Because he wanted to tease her.

Nothing else.

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

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

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

Because of the joke.

"I had schedule before this." He defended.

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

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

"The last train was 30 minutes ago."

"My mom's picking me up."

"That's cute."

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

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

Not that they have ever.

That was still untouchable territory.

Being an idol and all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had never told anyone about it.

It was of no significance.

A minor interaction with a stranger.

"How do you know about that?"

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

"I never told anyone about that."

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

Or maybe she had.

... Had she?

・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．・゜゜・．

He was screwed.

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

Vernon had a crush.

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

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

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

His fans were smart. Detectives even.

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

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

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

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

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

He didn't think they would win.

It was silly little crush.

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

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

He wanted to look good.

Because she's confessing her feelings right?

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

He's allowed to date.

Everyone else around him had significant others.

Why can't he?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Burberry HER.

He wasn't weird.

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

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

"How was work?" He asked.

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

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

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

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

"You do?" Y/n was puzzled.

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

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

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

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

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

She was going to do it as well.

Right?

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

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

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

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

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

She slowly shook her head, still in shock.

Welp.

Time to go on a year long hiatus.

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

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

God this was so awkward.

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

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

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

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

But that was the thing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Someone who she was definitely not supposed to be dating.

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

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

Now it was his turn to be in shock.

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

That damn red string.

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

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

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

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

Vernon remembered that day so clearly.

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

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

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

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

The second time was purely coincidence.

He was sending his sister off.

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

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

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

Especially not as someone heading their marketing meeting.

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

Maybe both her grandmother and his mom were right.

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

That must be the only explanation.

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

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

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

"Kinda ... with a question mark?"

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

He felt his heart take a leap.

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

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

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

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

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

"Back to the whole destiny thing."

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

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

"I would hope so."

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

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

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

"What the hell are you doing?"

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

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

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

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

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peachesyeo · 2 months

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little fourteen ── julius and the members vernon ver. 1

💌 parings: seventeenot13 x 14thmember!male!oc 💌 genre: 14th member au, crack, fluff 💌 contains: ft. other members of svt, moments of julnon (ship name between vernon & julius). Happy Vernon Day! 💌 word count: - all facts about member are made up! THIS IS JUST AN IMAGINE!

:̗̀➛ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 + 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? :̗̀➛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞? :̗̀➛ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭? (for all works)

#01

🍊: So we have two members that sleeps weirdly. 🍊: When Vernon sleeps, we’re always worried whether he was still breathing. 🍊: When Julius sleeps, he pulls the blanket over his head. 🍊: He looks like a dead body in the morgue. 🦖: We call them the ‘passed away duo’. 🐢: But at least you can see that I’m breathing. 🐰: No, your breathing is quite shallow. 🐢: *scratches head* 🐢: Really?

#02

🐰: Vernon hyung. 🐢: Yeah? 🐰: Don’t eat that. There’s peanuts in it. 🐢: Oh. 🐢: *hands over sandwhich to Julius* 🐰: *passes him a bowl of half-eaten ramen* 🐢: Where did you get this? 🐰: Mingyu hyung isn’t looking. I finished his coke too. 🐢: Oh okay. Thanks.

Meanwhile 🐶: Did anyone see my ramen?

#03

🐰: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 🐰: AHHHSOXKWPCKWOCNAK AHHHHHHH 🐢: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HELP 🐰: Smack it hyung! Make it go away! 🐢: I can’t! Move move move! 🐰: *choked noises* 🐢: *screams again* 🐰: ITS FLYING TOWARDS YOU &@$?!-

🐯: What’s going on? Why are you standing outside the kitchen, hyung? 😇: There’s a bug in the kitchen and I closed the door lol.

#04

🐰to🐢: 🐰: *turns on the switch* 🐰: *whispers* Vernon hyung, it’s time to get up. 🐰: *pats Vernon gently* 🐢: *stirs* 🐢: *mumbles sleepily* 🐰: Sleep for awhile more, hyung. I’ll come back and call you later. 🐢: *hums*

🐰to🦖: 🐰: *jumps on his bed* 🐰: YAH LEE JONGCHAN WAKE UP RIGHT NOW

#05

🐰🍚⚔️: *waiting for Vernon’s part to be over* ⚔️: Wah. ⚔️: Vernon is really handsome. ⚔️: He is indeed the DiCaprio of Seventeen. 🍚: *side eyes DK* 🍚: That’s such an old nickname. 🐰: *suddenly puts his hand on his eyes* 🍚: Kyu what are you doing? ⚔️: Did something go into your eye? 🐰: I’m shielding myself from Vernon hyung’s blinding beauty. 🍚: …

➳ pernament taglist: @wonwooz1 @kwanienies @yeodeulz @enhacracy @leyittara @lonewolfjinji @sousydive @joshuahongnumbers

#☁️k’s little fourteen series #happy vernon day!#seventeen #seventeen au #vernon #chwe vernon #chwe hansol #hansol vernon chwe #hansol x oc #vernon x oc #seventeen 14th member #☁️by k #seventeen crack #seventeen fluff

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svtminji · 10 months

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❪ 🫂 ❫ MINJI’S RELATIONSHIP WITH 98 LINE & 99 ->

minji + seungkwan + vernon + chan

❪ 💛 ❫ seungkwan + minji -> kwanji

❪ popularity rating: 90% + type of relationship: girl group lovers ❫

the energy this man has put up.. it’s unspeakable. mizuki can never keep up with that amount of energy and frankly, it reminds her of her younger brother. oh man.. this is definitely corny now but she finds him annoying like an older sister 100%. the moment he puts his sass on, she isn’t having it and doesn’t feed into it. along with the bss line, minji can not understand the amount of loudness that occurs every few minutes.

both minji and seungkwan enjoy girl group songs and spend their free time learning the most popular choreography. mizuki is mostly the one that gets to dance with gg members and comes to seungkwan showing it off. she definitely teases seungkwan the most out of all of them. just like the rest of the members, he dances along with her whenever there’s girl group songs put on!! ❪ cue “ooh-ahh, ooh-ahh” on ttt ❫.

occurring moments between them include: sassy seungkwan + over it mizu, best gg dancers!!, scared duo fr, seungkwan being babied 25/8, emotional supporters, swk putting the mic infront of minji for the “mwoya eotteokhae” for aju nice encore, asking her about japanese sayings..

a song that represents them: lion heart - snsd

❪ 💛 ❫ vernon + minji -> minon

❪ popularity rating: 90% + type of relationship: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️ ❫

i think these two have such a calming aura to them. part of the american line with shua & most of their dialogue consists of konglish. vernon has stated that he mostly speaks korean rather than english and thanks joshua + minji for allowing him to speak english with them so he doesn’t completely forget about it. minji had the chance to see new york when she was younger and she absolutely loved it ❪ only the tourist places, other than that she thought it was okay ❫. vernon, who grew up around that part of the state, really didn’t see the entire hype about it but still made sure that minji got the full experience whenever seventeen had the chance to visit vernon’s state.

mizuki doesn’t really baby him in a way that she would with seungkwan or chan but she still looks out for him and makes sure he’s always taking care of himself.

occurring moments between them include: minji copying his faces, making fun of him off camera because of his FANCALLS!! ❪ she finds it hilarious ❫, stayc stans mizu + vern, konglish spoked fr, extroverted vernon + introverted mizuki = 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♀️

a song that represents them: dilemma - nelly

❪ 💛 ❫ chan ❪ dino ❫ + minji -> chami.

❪ popularity rating: 95% + type of relationship: son & mom ❫

she loves this boy a little too much & mostly feels a sense of protectiveness over him. he’s been her baby for more than a decade and never wants to let him go. it became clear that he had grown up right in-front of her when he was more confident in his own body & mind. she is definitely the first person he goes to when he’s getting bullied only for her give him faux care and bully him as well ❪ “they’re making fun of you? aw, i’m sorry baby but you shouldn’t of have fallen on your face in front of them.” ❫

mizuki definitely hugs him the most when shes drunk and rants about how much she hates it when he grows up because it reminds her that she’s also growing up. sad stuff aside they are THEE main dancers along with soonyoung!!! the amount of energy he has is so astonishing and mizuki tries her best to keep up with it. dino was always a firm believer in the jeongmi ship and has always managed to call them mom & dad.. even with seungcheol by their side 🤦. chan & mizuki’s younger brother have a few things in common and spend their free time talking to each other.

part of mizu’s cariño line!!! he’s the main one <3

occurring moments between them include: massive amounts of energy with their dancing, holding him close to her, official drinking buddies ❪ she’s more sensitive & he helps her go through the emotions ❫, slightly making fun of eachother, a semi-official member of dino’s danceology, huge use of mom & noona from him.

a song that represents them: slipping through my fingers - abba

sorry these were short!! idk how to write the maknae line 😭

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dalivanmagritte · 10 months

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Fic rec : choi hansol (vernon)

(back to the seventeen list)

mutually exclusive (serie finished, smut)

hot summer nights (fav, smut, voyeurism)

dirty reflection (smut)

something sweet (smut, vampire!au)

say you love me (fluff)

work husband (smut, teacher!au)

highest walls, strongest armour (angst, comfort)

good morning (fluff)

keep it on it looks better on you (fluff)

just for you (fluff)

Hands to small (smut)

#seventeen #vernon #smut #fluff #angst #masterlist #vernon smut #vernon fluff #vernon angst #vernon fic #vernon fanfic #vernon imagines #vernon scenarios #vernon x reader #vernon x oc

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hoshifighting · 3 months

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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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catboyieejeno · 5 months

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camera roll; vernon chwe

⋆ ★ pictures you've taken of your boyfriend, vernon

more of the camera roll series

masterlist

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mingyus-blackcard · 1 month

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ੈ✩‧Ur existence is a meme (svt texts) ੈ✩‧

Genre :- annoying seventeen by sending them memes

Pairing :- Seventeen x gender neutral reader

A/N:- This post is might be a little suggestive ! Feedback is much appreciated! Requests and questions are always open!

·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ✩ ･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ

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junhui-png · 2 months

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Boyfriend texts w wonwoo ✮ ⋆ ˚｡🐈‍⬛

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anhdaosart · 2 months

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stage magic! 🎩🪄✨

#oc: morgan #oc: vernon #vtm #vernon x morgan

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sweetiesicheng · 4 months

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seventeen - award show

vernon x reader ; featuring : ateez

word count : 2,280

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"and then you'll go upstage," one of the stage managers explained to you as you stood on the performance stage.

"got it," you said with a nod, looking around and watching staff members set things up.

"would you like to go ahead and rehearse your performance?" another crew member asked you.

"yea, actually, that'd be great if we could," you said to them.

one of your staff members helped you get your microphone on while a few props were being moved on stage. your dancers were also on stage listening to things that staff members were saying.

"oh y/n~"

you raised an eyebrow in confusion and started looking around when you heard someone speak. then, you noticed some people waving and jumping at you from where the artists' area would be.

"what are you guys doing here?" you immediately asked, speaking into your microphone.

"you aren't the only one with rehearsal," seungkwan said into a microphone before mingyu snatched the microphone away.

"are we going to see your new song?" mingyu asked.

"yea, don't spoil it. the music video comes out in two days," you said to them.

"what if i go live on weverse live right now?" jeonghan asked.

"hey! you better not!" you exclaimed.

"we'll start y/n's sound check now," someone announced and you hurried to get into your starting spot.

you ran through your performance and watched a video afterwards, keeping mental notes of things you needed to remember. some stage crew talked to you about things to be aware of when you performed your set.

afterwards, you met up with seventeen, who were hanging out in the artists' area still.

"are you rehearsing after me?" you asked when you made it over to the area.

"no, another group is before we do," the8 answered you as he leaned against where he was sitting.

"so what are you guys doing here then?" you asked.

"we're bored," joshua answered as he played on his phone.

you crossed your arms and leaned into your hip. "okay, i know you guys have been to japan so many times in the past, but there has to be something that you guys could be doing right now other than waiting to do your sound check," you said to all of them.

"you know how many shows they're doing? kind of a miracle that they came," someone said and you looked over your shoulder.

you uncrossed your arms and put them on your hips, no longer leaning into your hip. "yah! shouldn't you be resting at home?" you questioned s.coups, who was sitting next to dino.

"just supporting my boys, that's all," he replied with a grin.

"y/n! the others are ready to rehearse the collaboration stage in the rehearsal room, if you would like to go ahead and leave," your manager spoke up. you turned and nodded your head at her.

"okay," you said before looking at the guys. "you guys have time to grab dinner one night while you’re here?" you asked.

"we're heading back to korea after this," dino spoke up.

"really? that soon?" you questioned.

"yea, we have to," dk spoke up. "don't worry, you and vernon can go in a date another time," he said while laughing.

"hey!" you yelled and crossed your arms with a pout.

"he's right, you know," vernon said, putting his arm around your shoulders. "can i walk you to your rehearsal?" he asked.

"sure," you replied, smiling at him.

the two of you left with your manager and another staff member directing you where to go.

"so how's everything been? you've been really busy," vernon asked you.

"it's been fun," you said to him, "i really like the new song," you mentioned.

"this one is really good. i'm sure it's going to be a hit," he complimented, "your stage looks really good too."

"thanks, babe," you said while smiling.

"of course," he replied and dropped his arm. "good luck during rehearsal. don't work too hard," he said to you.

"you too," you replied and pecked his lips. "bye."

"see ya," he said with a smile.

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"y/n! y/n! over here!"

"look over here please!"

"right here, y/n!"

paparazzi continued taking photos as you walked along the red carpet. you continued making your way down the line before reaching the end and going into the venue for the award show you were attending.

"y/n!" you immediately smiled when you saw mingi waving at you. then, he gestured you over to him and the guys.

"you look great," seonghwa complimented.

"thank you. you guys look great," you replied. "are you guys performing later?" you asked them.

some of them nodded. "yea, we are," yeosang said. "you are too, right?"

you nodded, "yea. i have to change after i present an award," you mentioned.

"what award?" san asked.

"best male performance? something along those lines. you guys were nominated for it, i know that much," you replied.

"oh, that one," hongjoong spoke while fixing his jacket.

a staff member came by and instructed all of you inside the venue to your seats. you sat with the guys and greeted other artists who were around.

"oh, we have light sticks!" wooyoung exclaimed, grabbing a light stick that was on a seat.

"we have them too? that's fun," yunho said.

"it's just a block," you commented, holding one in your hand. you pressed a button and the device turned on, shining brightly in your face.

soon, the show started and the first performance occurred. you watched in amazement as performances went by and applauded quite a bit.

after a bit, it was time for you to present an award. staff directed you from the artists' area to the main stage. you had a card in hand and walked on stage when your name was called to present the award.

fans cheered and clapped for you as you walked on stage. you headed towards the microphone and stood right behind it.

"it's an honor to be presenting this next award. with incredible nominees, it's quite difficult to have only one winner for this award," you spoke. "the award for favorite global performer — male group goes too...ateez!" you announced and the crowd erupted in cheers. you stepped back and applauded as music played. ateez made their way to the stage and gave a speech.

once their speech was over, you went backstage and changed into your outfit for your performance. while backstage, you started warming up in a hallway with many artists and staff members moving about.

you continued to warm up, trying to keep yourself warm since the venue was freezing cold for you. as you finished doing your singing warm-up, you saw a couple of the guys walking up to you.

"you guys are here?" you questioned as wonwoo walked up to you with jun behind him.

"yea. we just got here," wonwoo answered.

"this is the only stage you have today, right?" jun asked you.

you nodded, "yea. the other one will be tomorrow, but that one is pretty easy."

"y/n!"

hoshi dashed in with a giant smile on his face with woozi joining in right after.

"hi, hoshi," you greeted. "you guys probably need to go out there, right?" you asked.

"eh, we're already late. more time won't hurt that much," woozi said after shrugging his shoulders.

"hey, want me to grab vernon? i think he's getting a little makeup touched up," hoshi asked you. you shook your head.

"i'll probably see him later. i need to keep warming up. this place is freezing," you said to them.

"well, we'll see you later. good luck out there!" dino said to you before the four of them left.

you continued warming up and your outfit was fixed since one of the pieces wasn't staying on. your backup dancers were also with you, getting ready to perform.

you were performing two songs for your stage; one was your most popular song and the other was your new title track. you were worried about the new title track since you hadn't performed it yet, but you were hoping everyone would like the live performance.

"we need y/n on standby!" someone announced.

you headed to standby and waited for your queue to get on stage. a speech was being given by another group that had won an award.

once the speech ended, the stage became dark. you headed on stage and found your starting spot while your dancers got into their spots. the music started to play and the stage started to display different colors with the lights.

—

after your performance, you made it backstage and a staff member started taking your mic pack off of you while another dabbed your face with a napkin. your manager handed you a water, and you started drinking it.

"y/n! nice job out there," one of your dancers said.

"that was such a good performance," another dancer said in excitement.

"you guys did really good. i'm glad the breakdown went good," you said as someone handed you a fan to help you cool down. "you guys take it easy. i'll see you at dinner," you said to them as they walked past you.

once you cooled down, you had your makeup and hair touched up before heading to the artists' area.

"oh, y/n sunbae! hello!"

“hello sunbae!”

"hi," you smiled and greeted some of the artists who greeted you. you sat down in an empty row and watched the performance that was going on.

"is this seat taken?"

you looked up and saw vernon smiling at you.

"do i know you?" you asked him. both of you started laughing and he sat down next to you. "hey.”

"hi."

you saw the rest of seventeen sitting down in the row you were sitting in and another row a few feet down.

"you guys were seriously fashionable late," you said to him.

"well, here we are," he said to you. "you did really good. the new song sounded really good."

"i was so worried, but the music video comes out tomorrow, so i hope people liked tonight's performance and will look forward to the video," you said to him.

"well, you're a really good artist, so i think it'll work out," he said to you with a smile. "i forgot to ask, but what are you doing tonight?" he asked.

"i have dinner plans with my team," you answered. "you should've texted me earlier. i would've cancelled dinner," you said to him.

"it's fine. i didn't know our plans either," he replied. "what about tomorrow morning?" he asked.

"i'm free until eleven. wanna do something?" you asked him.

he nodded, "yea, let's text tonight about it."

"uh, lovebirds?" you looked over and saw seungkwan looking at you two. "you two are gonna be trending on twitter if you keep talking to each other."

"i mean, we're public, so does it matter?" you asked.

"not really, but you'll still be trending," seungkwan said.

"hey, can i finally get my credit for setting you two up?" wonwoo asked.

"i literally said thanks like two months ago," vernon said to him.

"publicize it," wonwoo requested.

you laughed, "i'll do it later. you'll get a special shoutout on instagram."

"congratulations, y/n!"

"wait, i won an award?"

"see, this is what happens when you're too busy talking to your boyfriend and not paying attention!"

"i can still hear you even with the cheering, seungkwan!"

—

"ah, finally," you spoke to yourself as you plopped down onto the bed of your hotel room. you had just gotten back from having dinner with your team, but you were so tired from the past few hours.

just as you were about to sit back up, your phone rang. you sat up and looked around to find your phone on the desk. you stood up and walked over to the desk. your phone screen showed a video call from vernon. as you sat down at the desk, you answered the video call.

"yo."

"is that how you two answer the phone?"

you recognized dino's voice in the background and started laughing. your boyfriend looked over his shoulder for a second before looking back at his phone.

"i'm with the guys. we're all in one of the hotel rooms," vernon explained.

"should i come visit?" you asked.

"no! but he can visit you!" mingyu yelled.

vernon looked back over his shoulder again, "guys, really?"

"should i hang up?" you asked vernon.

"no, don't. just wanted to check up on you," vernon replied. "oh, i was thinking that we could grab something from a convenience store and walk around in the morning. sound good to you?" he asked you.

"sounds cute," you said to him.

"that's all you could come up with? did we not give you enough tips?" woozi asked.

you laughed, "you guys would be surprised with how many ideas vernon has," you said. "babe, what time?"

"what time do you think you'll get up?" vernon asked you.

"eight?" you suggested.

"yea, sure."

"should we spy on them?" hoshi asked.

"we can take candid photos of them. make them trend for days," jeonghan spoke up.

"that's it," vernon said and you noticed him stand up. "i'll see you guys later," he announced.

"and where are you going?" s.coups asked.

"to be with my girl and to talk to her in peace because i know you guys will keep saying stuff," vernon replied, "i'll be back in a few hours. promise."

"wow, i get my boyfriend all to myself," you said with a smile.

"don't give him hickeys! we perform tomorrow!"

"yah!"

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easy-there-leftovers · 6 months

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A little bit of my Tav’s (Vernon’s) lore!!

Alternatively, people talk about drawing/painting Astarion, I imagine Tav would do it on one of the many, relatively empty, journals that they’ve collected over their adventure!!

(Yes, the art is mine. And yes, I did paint that to de stress from writing my essay that I may or may not have bombed.)

Also!! If any of you are interested in a blank journal template, just ask away!! You can ask about the font as well, although people tend to have their own preferences already anyway

But…yeah—

#bard speaks!!#bard art!!#bard musings!!#astarion x reader #astarion ancunin #astarion x mc #baldurs gate 3 fanart #bg3 fanart #astarion fanart #Astarion Ancunin fanart #fanart #astarion x you #vernon #vernon tchotchke #my oc art #my tav

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renaiswriting · 9 months

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Make a Wish

Pairing: Chwe Vernon/Reader

Summary:

Vernon tries to surprise you with a birthday cake for your birthday.

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Word count: +1.1k words

Author's note: It's officially my birthday (yeyy) so I wrote this for myself lol, I hope you enjoy it as well~

Masterlist.

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Vernon was acting weird.

Starting two days ago, he had been going more quiet than usual.

At first, you attributed it to the tour that was just days away, with the preparations for a new comeback and the tight schedules and itineraries he had had.

But as the days went by, the tension didn't seem to want to leave his body.

It was strange; Vernon wasn't usually the type of person to get such nerves before such big events, so it was starting to worry you.

"Are you sure you're okay? You barely touched your dinner." You asked worriedly. You weren't the best cook in the world, but Vernon always ate every last crumb of any meal you prepared for him.

"Yes," he replied after a few seconds. "I think I'm about to be sick," he mumbled, bringing a hand to his stomach and patting it gently.

"Maybe we should save the movie for another night. Do you want me to call someone to come get you?" You offered. Whenever you were able to have a night to yourselves, you enjoyed watching some movies until it became physically impossible to keep your eyes open and you decided to go to sleep.

This had been the first one in a long time, and you had really been looking forward to it, but it broke your heart to see Vernon in such a state.

"No." Vernon shook his head, letting your hands massage his tired shoulders. "Tomorrow is your birthday; I want to be here when you wake up. With all the preparations and rehearsals we have today, I doubt I'll be able to see you all day."

"It doesn't matter; we can celebrate another day, really." You loved your birthdays, but as you got older and older, adult life left you little time to properly celebrate. "I have to go to work early tomorrow anyway; I doubt I'll even have time off." You joked, trying to make him feel better.

"Still." Vernon insisted, "I'm sure I just need a little rest tonight, and tomorrow I'll be fine again."

You restrained yourself from continuing with an argument; it was rare to get Vernon to change his mind once he already had something on his mind, and if he was really feeling bad, it was best to just lie down and get a good night's sleep.

His hands slid around your waist, pulling you closer to his warm body.

The soft blankets covering you, his hands caressing your skin, the soft kisses he was leaving on the back of your head, and his slow breathing were all you needed to fall asleep in a matter of seconds.

Hours later (which unfortunately felt like seconds since you had closed your eyes), you woke up to your back getting cold.

You rolled over, noticing that Vernon wasn't sleeping next to you, and instantly became aware of the smell of burning coming from the kitchen.

The clock on your bedside table showed that it was almost half past six in the morning.

Dragging your favorite blanket off the bed, you hurried to investigate what was causing the smell.

Just by opening the bedroom door (which Vernon had closed to avoid waking you up), you could already make out a thin layer of smoke going from the oven to the ceiling.

The windows were closed, and that didn't help the air circulate.

Vernon was still wearing the same clothes he had gone to sleep in, and his hair was so disheveled that it was hard to tell where one strand began and another ended.

His cheeks were covered with flour, and his cheeks glistened with sweat.

He looked adorable.

The more you watched him, you began to notice more details, like the splashes on his favorite hoodie.

"Now what?" Vernon muttered, opening the oven door and pulling out a mass so dark it might as well be black.

If it weren't for the strong burnt aroma, you'd swear he'd tried to bake something chocolate.

Vernon stood motionless, staring at his creation without any kind of reaction.

Sighing, he pulled his cell phone out from under some egg cartons he had used and typed something there.

"Good morning, handsome."

Vernon raised his head so fast, you'd swear you'd heard a crack.

"Ah, no!" Vernon cried, covering what he had taken out of the oven with his arms, his cheeks turning a pale pink. "What are you doing up at this hour? You were still supposed to be sleeping."

His reaction took you by surprise, and you turned around and covered your eyes. "Sorry! I just wanted to see where you were." You explained. "I didn't see anything!"

Vernon went on moaning for a few moments, cleaning up the mess he had made and covering his creation with the first thing he could find.

"Go to sleep." He asked, but you were already wide awake, and both he and you knew that no matter how hard you tried, it would be nearly impossible for you to fall back asleep.

"Can I turn over?"

"Yeah," Vernon replied.

His face was getting redder and redder with every second your eyes were on him.

"What were you doing?" you asked him, your hand reaching for his cheek that was still covered in traces of flour.

"A cake. A birthday cake." Vernon confessed, "I followed all the instructions Mingyu sent me, but I don't know what went wrong."

"I wanted to surprise you with a birthday breakfast." He added.

You couldn't say anything.

Vernon didn't usually cook or bake anything.

It just wasn't something he was interested in, especially when he knew he could easily survive on sandwiches.

You would never have thought he would have been planning something like this.

You didn't need a mirror to know that your eyes were sparkling when you looked at him.

When Mingyu showed me how it had to be done step by step a week ago, I thought it was going to come out perfect." Vernon lamented scratching behind his neck. "I already bought a new birthday cake; it should be here soon."

You cut him off, silencing him by connecting your lips with his.

"You're perfect." You shook your head, still in disbelief. "Was this the reason for how weird you were acting these days?"

"I wanted it to come out perfect. I was really nervous of messing it up."

"Cancel the purchase. The only birthday cake I'm going to accept is the one you baked."

"It's all burned. Mingyu told me vanilla cakes were the best, so I changed the recipe he had told me to a new one, mixing up some of the preparation steps."

"Let's pretend it's chocolate." You laughed, hugging him again. "Thanks Vernon."

"Happy birthday."

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hoeforhao · 1 year

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Teasing vernon before a concert then he rails you backstage for teasing him😭😭

ʙᴀᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ || ᴠᴇʀɴᴏɴ ꜰꜰ ||

Pairing : idol!vernon × fem!reader

MINORS DNI ! MINORS DNI ! MINORS DNI !

⤷genre: pure smut, jealousy sex,explicit language/cursing, idol vernon, group stylist reader,backstage railing.

⤷tags: simply filthy smut, fem teasing (male receiving),elder girlfriend kink, fingering, marking/biting, name calling, slight verbal degradation, creampie, exhibitionism, public sex, quickie, multiple orgasms.

⤷synopsis: nothing much just getting railed by your boyfriend backstage after teasing him before their concert.

⤷word count: 1.15k

⤷author’s note: i was so nervous yet excited to make my first ever request, and also my second smut. i really hope y'all enjoy it, and if you do

Likes, comments and reblogs will be heartily appreciated ♡

"Wait for me after the concert and be ready to get your own little show babe"

Seeing the tall, permed hair boy leave for the stage with a sinful smirk, you straight off knew that doom would soon be knocking at your door.

Vernon has always been the composed and quiet type of boyfriend, while his s/o was a polar opposite : completely freaky minded. Your outer innocence was just a decoy to the filthy hoe inside. As much as you wanted to unleash the smutty side of yours before him, turn your bedroom times into an eccentric show, respecting Vernon's choices always stood up the first place.

But today, everything was gonna go down as you decided to let it all loose, temptations touching your tongue and spreading the wings of desire. And to your very surprise, everything went quite smoothly according to the premade wicked plan.Pairing your newly bought thigh high slit blazer dress with gladiator stilletos, you sheepishly made your way towards the crime scene : a.k.a backstage of seventeen's be the sun concert.

Leaning on the doorframe of the greenroom, you waited for the members' eyes to fall on you and as soon as they did, the whole room was echoing with praises. Used to always seeing you in baggy clothes, had all the 13's eyes glued onto your new black on black avatar as you foxily walked down to Vernon's chair and positioned yourself on his lap, more precisely his crotch. Grinding your bare hips onto his throbbing manhood, while putting your chonky thighs on show, you made sure to keep the flirty conversations going on steady with the others, not even bothering to pity the younger's muffled moans.

Soon after, a staff popped by to notify that it was time for the boys to go up the stage. Swirling up from the now aroused seat, you drew your thumb swiftly around vernon's earlobes and gave it a slight pinch,whilst passing all of them assuring hugs; your once a sweet little boy taking in each and every movement his girlfriend made, before finally leaving the premise,as he mouthed something into your ears.

You were so lost in enjoying the view of their concert from the backstage, that you didn't realize it was time for the last ending ment. Turning around on your heels, you decided to quickly sprint away from the venue, not wanting to be caught by Vernon. But guess what? Before you could even reach the stairs, the whole place went pitch black ; making you stop in your tracks as you felt a hot breath whisper on your neck, with hands snaking around your waist.

"How stupid of you baby, to think you can escape from me! Specially after that little trick of yours today" a devilish laugh leaving his lips as he turns your body around in one swish, making your chest hit on his toned abs.

"V-vernon. W-what trick are you talking 'bout?" puppy eyes visible under the lights coming from the stage, you asked all innocently, internally screaming for his freak side to show.

"Oh acting to be so innocent and all huh, aren't you,my dirty little girl!"your legs already giving up, just from his words.

"Lemme show you some of my own tricks then. Let's see how your body shudders under my grip love" saying this he swiftly picked up your body and slammed it on the wall; attaching his lips to yours the same instant.

By this time, you were already too hungry for him. So without wasting anymore seconds, you both start devouring each other's lips like beasts left unfed for days ; your tongues fighting for dominance inside each other when a tight slap from vernon's firm hands landed on your left butt, making you let out a soft moan,while he took this chance to take the upper hand.

His clothed dick, rubbing against your drenched pussy from under the dress, earning a shaky "Plss" from you.

"Plss what princess?" Vernon spoke against your trembling puffed up red lips,sloppily making his way down to your jaw.

"I need you in me Nonie. Pls" you somehow managed to answer in between moans.

"Not so fast baby. You need some punishment for being such a slut today; making me all hard just before the performance and letting the members get a show of what belongs to only me" he started sucking onto your neck and collarbone, leaving dark purple marks all over as his fingers teased your pulsating bud.

Vernon took no time and quickly pulled down your panties, lips still not leaving your neck, as he unannouncingly slid his digits into you, making you moan his name out load.

"Yes moan for me baby. Let everyone know how good this cub of yours makes you feel; that only I can make you cum this way." his words along with his paced up thrusts slowly forming a knot in your stomach.

"V-vernon I'm going to c - ahhh" before you could even complete the sentence, the younger's hands became saturated with your juices. Sucking you off of his fingers dry, he gently placed his lips onto yours again, giving you the taste of your insides.

"Mmmm look how good you taste sweetheart. I can have you for all of my meals throughout the entire day"

Seeing your legs collapse from the just washed out orgasm, Vernon reflexively pushed up your ass into thin air,wrapping your thighs around his waist; as he took out his painful erection out of his stained pants and lined it up on your entrance. One hand tightly squeezing your boobs, while the lips worked their way on your cleavage, he pushed himself inside of you in one go, his precum replacing the role of lube.

"You're still so fuxkin tight bitch, even after taking me in almost every night" a whimper leaving his lips as your walls tensed up around his length.

"N-nonie my pussy is only for you to ruin babie" you voice as you're driven into ecstasy by your once thought innocent boyfriend.

Arousal blurring his sanity,he starts ramming in you at a inhumane speed, making you see constellations before your eyes. Taking in his continuously rough thrusts, you soon felt your high riding by for the second time, as you drowned his member with your cum, half of it seeping down your legs.

"Such a desperate whore under my touch huh" he claims before draining himself in you completely, with the warmest feeling ever. Your insides felt so good, as if it was meant only to take his cum, a cozy home for his seeds.

"Remember this small exclusive show of mine, before pulling another trick like today, princess" Vernon whispers against your nape as he pulls up his pants, drying off your legs with his tongue, meanwhile carrying you to the car.

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svt-nari · 1 year

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(나리) nari, also known as hwang nari or seventeen's sweetheart, is the only female member of the worldwide famous boy group seventeen.

personal stuff:

profile | fun facts | her pets | her tattoos

relationships:

love life |

social media:

instagram: 20230605 | 20230609 | 20230616 | 20230617 | 20230625 | 20230626 | 20230704 | 20230803 | 20230817 | 20230822 | 20230823 | 20230928 | 20230929 | 20231107 | 20231113 | 20231115 | 20231225 | 20240202

weverse: 20230613 | 20230614 | 20230616 | 20230808 | 20240206

twitter: 20230618 | 20230920 | 20230920 | 20230922 | 20240206

contents:

going magazine vol.1 | going magazine vol.2

variety shows:

knowing bros [2019] [2020] [2022] [2023]

the game caterers [hybe] [seventeen]

nana tour [highlighted moments] [cheolri being apart]

writings:

nari’s writings.

nari’s lives.

discography:

kkoch (1st mini album)

articles:

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misc:

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linosbundles · 2 months

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in the heat || mingyu x oc

Pairing : mingyu x oc (sukee) {can also be read as a y/n fic}

Genres : fluff, angst, slight suggestiveness

Word count : 4.4k {4435 words}

warnings : mentions of food, slowburn, slight suggestiveness, but no smut, gyu is irresistible and you could get extremely delulu so read at your own risk !!

Summary : you're waiting for vernon to bring takeout from your favourite restaurant because it was cheat day, but instead he returned with your favourite cook : mingyu every time you tried to even prepare yourself to talk to him, you got lost in your train of thoughts that were always about how beautiful he was and how sweet he was (according to what you heard from bonon) you would just imagine how great you guys would be together and by the time you actually think of approaching him, he's already gone back. well not this time, because he won't be going back, at least not for a few nights.

“Have you showered yet?” Vernon asked, as Sukee could hear his breath along with his voice. She replied, “why are you breathing so heavily, and yes, I just showered, why?” Still breathing heavily, he said, “well, I’m climbing stairs, just passed the 5th floor, 6 more to go. And you might want to put on some clothes, more than just your bath robe, you know?” he whispered the last sentence. She wondered why for a second and then realised what was going on. She cut the call immediately and rushed to get ready. They had 6 floors to go, which meant she had approximately 6-7 minutes to get ready. Why they were climbing the stairs instead of taking the elevator was something she couldn’t give her mind to right now, she had to be ready in 5 minutes, not just ready, she wanted to be at her best.

She ran to get the door when Vernon rang the bell, leaving her just as breathless as were they. “Hi?” Sukee said to the both of them. Vernon just walked past his sister muttering the same word again and again, which sounded like ‘shorter’ but with context she could figure out he meant water so she went to get him some water right after Mingyu greeted her with a wide smile and a small wave.

After the guys caught their breath and had a glass of water each, she finally asked, “Now why would you climb 11 flights of stairs instead of just taking the elevator?” To which Vernon tried to hold his laughter, while Mingyu glared at him, which only made him burst into laughter. Since he couldn’t stop laughing, Sukee just looked at Mingyu hoping he would answer, thankfully he did understand her non-verbal cue and spoke. “He is so wily. I can’t believe I fell into another one of his traps. He made me believe that people normally can’t climb stairs after the 10th flight and that’s why there’s no stairs further than that. And I argued that that’s not true, and they probably have a different reason for not having stairs above 10th floor. Since I always used the elevator, I even believed the first half of what he said, but he kept trying to convince me which made me want to prove him wrong, and that is why…” he pointed at Vernon who was only laughing harder listening to his best friend narrate. “And only after reaching the 10th floor and seeing the staircase that led to the next floor did I realise that I was actually tricked.”

She couldn’t help but laugh too but as soon as she realised that Vernon hadn’t brought anything from her favourite restaurant as he promised, you were puzzled. “Hey, how come you didn’t bring me any food when that was why you went out in the first place?”

Vernon put his arm around Mingyu’s shoulder and said, “I thought I could bring home your favourite chef instead of just your favourite food.” Mingyu tilted his head, “I am her favourite chef?” Vernon just nodded because his sister was looking at him with eyes that said, “if you dare speak more, I’ll rip your intestines and feed them to some animals.” Mingyu, unaware of that, just blushed at the thought of being her favourite, even if it was just as a chef.

Vernon who noticed that, smirked while she was still giving him that glare. Mingyu, on the other hand, was too busy admiring the way Sukee’s hair fell behind her shoulders, all the way till her waist, the way half of her collarbones peeped out of her boat neck top, the tiny studs that she wore on her ears, and also looked at the new addition to her accessory collection; her new nosepin. Oh, what that did to him, she could never imagine. He quickly snapped out of his thoughts as he heard her sweet voice slide into his ears like music.

“Okay, so what are we doing for lunch though?” she ask, with her hands on her tummy.

The way she pouted with her hands on her tummy as she asked drew a smile on his face. “I’m cooking for us, today and till the end of next week.”

“That’s what I was about to tell you, before you started threatening me with your eyes. He’s going to be staying with us for a couple of weeks because he’s moving but is homeless right now. His house doesn’t get ready till the end of next week.”

That was hard for her to digest. To live under the same roof as her crush, the Mingyu, that was one task she would say. First of all, she would have to talk to him, second of all, she would have to do that without letting him in on her huge crush, third of all, she would have to stop herself from throwing herself at him. Now wasn’t that tough?

“Alright, is he sharing your room or are we clearing the study?” she asked, trying to keep her composure.

“I’m fine even with sleeping on the couch, you guys needn’t change anything for me, I’m only here for a couple of weeks.” Mingyu said in the sweetest voice with his cute puppy eyes that his best friend’s sister found so irresistible.

Vernon side eyed Mingyu, “You’re staying here for a couple of weeks, and as the good hosts we are, we’re going to make you the most comfortable we can, so stop trying to adjust and just make yourself feel home. Who knows, you might want to get used to living with other people already.”

There was a hint of panic on Mingyu’s face, but he didn’t say anything and just shrugged.

“Help me clear the study while I go help Gyu bring his stuff, will you Sukee?” Vernon asked. If it was someone else, his sister would’ve been annoyed, but she wasn’t, because things were always different when it came to “her Gyu”.

It had been a couple of days but she had yet to have spoken more than a few basic words to him. It was mostly just, “Pass me the water” or “excuse me” or “where’s this/that” or “oh it’s here.”

That was improvement too for her, but she had to try to talk to him for things to not be too awkward between them for as long as he was there. And since Vernon couldn’t stand by and watch his sister and his best friend waste their opportunity, he called for a movie marathon. Of course, Vernon was in charge of preparing the movie list. Mingyu was in charge of the snacks and Sukee was in charge of the drinks. And once again, he stepped his game up by sending them both shopping together.

The car ride was silent, but what was new? Well, Sukee caught him stealing glances at her through the rear view mirror a couple of times, which flustered her but also made her wonder why, so she decided to ask. “Do you have something to tell or ask me?”

“Why do you sound so formal, are you here for an interrogation or something???” She beat herself up in her mind.

Mingyu cleared his throat. “Beautiful.” He said that in such a small voice that she couldn’t even tell if he had spoken or not, if not for catching his lip movement. “Pardon?” She asked hoping he would be audible this time.

He fixed his eyes onto the road and said, “You’re beautiful is what I said.” Refusing to look at her, he couldn’t believe what he had just said. The first ever proper sentence he said to his crush was that. What would she think of him? Some fuckboy flirting around just to sleep with her? He wasn’t thinking that way baselessly, it was true that many mistook him for such a person when he just genuinely complimented people when he felt like they deserved it.

“Thank you. You are beautiful too.” She barely managed to pull words out of her mouth as she was already imagining her future with him.

“Get a hold of the reality Sukee, that was one compliment, that’s all. Don’t get all delulu!!”

Once they both were done shopping, Mingyu carried the heavy bags leaving “his pretty girl” to only carry the bag that had his tissues, glasses and his shaving kit. Vernon let them in as soon as he heard his little sister knock with her elbow, well aware that they couldn’t possibly be able to fetch their keys and get the door themselves while carrying all the shopping bags.

Each of them got working to set up the screen, food and beverages. After they all finally settled down, Vernon started playing the first movie. They all watch so intently, as if they were all one of those characters and that was her life story.

By the first quarter of the second movie, Vernon got up saying his boyfriend had an emergency. Everyone knew Seungkwan was just dramatic like that and his emergencies could easily just be “lack of cuddles” or “how could I possible not fall asleep in my boyfriend’s arms” but Vernon still ran to him at each call, which was kind of cute. And well, there was no harm in that, he lived only a couple of apartments away.

“I have to go to Kwannie right now, but you guys are going to stay up and finish the rest of the movies too!” He signalled them that he had his eyes on them and rushed to the door after grabbing his jacket.

Sukee looked at Mingyu. He held her gaze and she stayed like that for a minute or so, oblivious to the movie playing in the background. But a loud noise from the movie brought back her attention to it, or at least their gazes. Because they were definitely looking at the movie on the screen, but neither of them was thinking about that for a few minutes. Then slowly they were paying attention to the movie again.

Around the middle of the third movie, almost all the snacks were gone except for a bowl of nachos and 3 cans of soda. Both of them had to scoot closer to reach the bowl. The moment her shoulder came in contact with his arm, she was intoxicated, and so was he. But both of them tried their best not to show it.

The close proximity didn’t allow either of them to focus on the movie. She was too tired to even keep her eyes open, they were just forced to stay open because of the person beside her. She was no longer shy and filled with thoughts about her future with him, she was completely in the present, just thinking about him sitting next to her. That was good, that made her feel like that was probably the moment where she had to start talking to him.

She paused the movie and turned to sit facing him. He shifted to a position mirroring her and looked at her as if he was expecting her to do something.

“So where are you moving to?” Sukee asked, her voice giving her sleepiness away.

“You will be surprised if you know that actually. I’m moving in to this place, the empty apartment right across this one.” He said pointing down, indicating her apartment.

“Oh, we’re going to be neighbours? Might as well break the ice and get to know you better then!”

He couldn’t stop smiling because this was the most that she had ever spoken to him and she had never seemed so excited. Maybe it was the night, maybe it was the tired, maybe it was the sugar, Mingyu had no idea which one of those it was but she looked prettier than ever, he could see stars in her eyes. But he soon realised that he had to reply.

“Yes, that would be great. Where shall we start?” He asked, trying to sound as confident as possible in hopes of hiding his nervousness. Right then, a few strands of her hair fell over her face. Mingyu couldn’t bear the hair covering her visuals, so he reached out to fix her hair. His heart wasn’t helping him, already, but his best friend’s little sister just had to make it worse. She just had to hold his hand. She kept his hand in hers as she asked her first question.

“Let’s skip the obvious, because we do know each other through Vernon. Let’s talk about things he wouldn’t have shared with us, personal stuff.” She shifted a little to adjust her legs but she still didn’t let go of his hand. After a while actually, Sukee even held his other hand too.

Dwelling deep into both of their pasts and getting to know each other well, her crush only became bigger and bigger. He was no good either, he kept falling deeper and deeper for her the more she revealed about herself. The way they both understood each other was new to them. It was as if no one else could ever understand them the way they understood each other.

Vernon was welcomed home by the picture of her and Mingyu all cuddled up on the couch, sleeping against each other. He smiled and tiptoed to not wake them up.

“Darling, you left your phone back at my place!!” Seungkwan entered, screaming at the top of his lungs, waking vernon’s sister and his best friend up. Both of them were so confused to find themselves in such close proximity, not to mention that their bodies were stuck to each other like they had been glued together. Vernon was looking at Seungkwan with an upset face. “Did I do something wrong hun?” He asked, to which Vernon replied, “I wanted to click a picture of them like that.” Seungkwan stood there with an “oops” written all over his face. Both of them break the connection and immediately headed to each other’s rooms and got refreshed for the day.

A few days passed by, both of them slowly became friends. Vernon joked about them being cute together all the time, just to see both of them act all flustered and speechless. But they had really bonded and she didn’t want him to leave even if it was just right across the hall.

She was making breakfast for herself, that was a rare sight. But it was Saturday and she had a lot of time for herself. She liked to keep it simple so she just went for omelette, toast and some smoothie. While she was switching on the frying pan for the omelette, she felt someone creep their hands around her waist. She almost dropped the bowl of beaten egg but she froze when she felt a chin rest on her shoulder.

“Let’s stay like this for a moment.” Sukee heard Gyu’s raspy morning voice. She had no idea what was going on and why. She was going insane while he was there resting his head on your shoulder and back-hugging her calmly. “Is he drunk?” was all she could think of. She turned off the pan and waited for him to pull himself away from her so that she could cook with full focus.

In about 5 minutes, he detached himself and just walked back to his room as if nothing had happened. Whenever she tried to bring that incident up, he would either change the topic or act as if he didn’t know what she was talking about. He denied the happening so much that she almost started believing that she was just so delusional that she had started hallucinating. Once she was completely convinced that it had never happened, she started acting normal with him again, till he…

The four of them were drinking, talking, playing games, etc. Seungkwan kept signalling Vernon to follow him out once he left. It was so obvious that even Sukee and Mingyu caught on but Vernon didn’t notice. Seungkwan just got up, “For god’s sake!” he exclaimed and left, leaving Vernon extremely confused.

“Go after him.” Both of them said in unison. Vernon smirked at the sight of the two of them momentarily and ran to catch up with his boyfriend.

“I bet they’re making out, that’s why Kwan called Vernon out. Ah, how I wish I could do that too. Well, of course not with Vernon, but you know what I mean, right? I don’t even have to explain myself-” Sukee stopped rambling when she noticed that Mingyu stared at her intently with a wide smile plastered to his face. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked.

“You wish you could do what? Make out with someone?” He asked with a smirk. It was probably the alcohol running in his blood that made him feel so confident. Without even waiting for her response, he said, “I could make that wish come true.”

He pulled her chair closer to his, such that he had one of his hands on the side of her chair and the other on air right above her thigh, looking at her face for approval. She nodded and he rested his hand on her thigh. He started leaning into her face. The closer he got, the louder she heard his breath, the hotter she felt, the sweatier her palms became, the harder it became to keep her eyes on his. Once again, he stopped, right in front of her face, his lips almost touching hers. Dangerous. Very dangerous. She wanted to lean in and kiss him. That was what she wanted to do the most. But she didn’t. Instead, she pulled away and excused herself to bed.

Mingyu stared at her door as she slammed it shut. He kept staring for a while before he went to bed too.

She left early in the morning next day and stayed a couple of nights at Seungkwan’s. She asked Seungkwan not to ask her anything but well, he was him. “So, when are you going to tell me what happened? You seem very off, I’m pretty sure you’re crashing at mine only because something has happened and not because this is one of our extended sleepovers.”

She sighed heavily. Where would she start? With the almost kiss? With the hallucination? With her crush moving in and also becoming her soon-to-be-neighbour? With her huge crush on him ever since she met him?

She decided to spill anyway, thinking that even if Seungkwan couldn’t probably help her with it, he could at least give her an ear.

Seungkwan only promoted communication as if he was endorsed.

But was the man wrong? Nope. She couldn’t just run away like that. Either she had to go back and pretend nothing happened or if he wanted to talk about it, she had to tell him the truth. But she needed some time before she could face him, so she decided to stay at Seungkwan’s for another night.

There was a huge power cut, and this was the peak of summer. She couldn’t possibly wear the clothes that she brought along and feel comfortable, so she went up to get her clothes. And who knows? Maybe she will find some courage to just stay there.

She went in and got changed into a spaghetti strap crop top with a pair of shorts. She wished she could walk around shirtless, that was how hot it was. She ran into Mingyu as she came out of her room, he was standing there wearing a black tank top, his hair, that he was growing out was pushed to the sides of his face.

“We need to talk” he said. His eyes weren’t laid on hers, instead they were looking for a place to look at other than her chest, she didn’t notice at first because she was doing the same. “Sure.” She said and followed him to the couch.

“Could you get me some water?” His best friend’s little sister asked him in order to buy some time for preparing herself to talk. Mingyu came back with water and sat next to her, quite close, she was taken aback. Sukee drank the water. “Thank you, so what is it that you want to talk about?”

“First of all, please come back, I feel so bad that you’re staying away from your own home just because of me.” He said with those puppy eyes that made her so weak. But she was determined to stay strong. “Who said it’s because of you? You’re delusional.”

He knew he deserved that so he didn’t counter that, instead he continued. “Second of all, I’m sorry I acted as if nothing happened the day I back-hugged you. I panicked. I thought you would be disgusted. I thought you would hate me for doing that, without even asking you too. I just, I just really want you to not hate me.” She just listened carefully, seeing her nod, he continued with the confirmation that she was listening.

“Third of all, this one’s a question, why did you run away that night? If you had just said no, I would’ve known you weren’t interested. But because you ran away without saying anything, my mind wouldn’t rest, I have constantly been thinking about that night. You let me come so close to you, but didn’t let me kiss you. It’s okay if you didn’t want to, I would understand that. But it clearly looked like you wanted to but then you thought of something and backed out. Why, Sukee?”

He called your name, looking like a lost puppy but also his body covered with sweat and a sexy black top and a pair of shorts that rode up to his mid thighs. He was talking seriously, she had to focus.

“Stay strong Sukee!! Serious talk!!!” She thought to herself.

“Well…” she took a moment to gather her thoughts.

“So, I am back. I just have to bring a few more things back here. It was because of you. The day you back-hugged me and then pretended it never happened made me think that you were just toying with my feelings or that you just tried something and your really hated it so you just ran away from the truth. And then, to answer your question, I didn’t kiss you because pretending that the back hug never happened was painful enough, I couldn’t even imagine how much it would hurt to kiss someone I like and then pretend it never happened just because you didn’t like it. That’s why I didn’t kiss you and instead of talking to you I chose to run away from the truth once too. Let’s call it even.”

Mingyu patted her head and pulled her into a hug. He nuzzled his head into her neck and whispered into her ears, “Dumbo! I like you, that’s why I back-hugged you and tried to kiss you and everything. But I panicked. I thought you might think I was taking advantage of you; I didn’t even consider the possibility of you liking me back because I am Vernon’s best friend, he’s your brother and I thought you would only see me as another brother. I’m sorry I hurt you like that, will you give me a chance to show you how much I like you and that I will try my best not to hurt you and even if I did, I’ll fix it in the best way ever.”

“Are we doing speeches?” she asked as she chuckled. “I’m still shocked that you like me back. Apology accepted, I’m sorry too for hurting you by running away instead of talking to you about the kiss we almost had.” She pulled away from the hug and look into his eyes.

“Apology accepted. Now why don’t we remove that almost?” He said as he leaned in. She could feel her noses touch and his breath falling on hers. Slowly she leaned in too and kissed him. He kissed her back slowly for a while, and then it changed. It became anything but slow, it became thirsty, hungry, driven. He was almost eating her mouth. He parted his lips from hers for her to catch her breath as he trailed kisses along her cheeks to her jawline, to her neck.

Leaving a couple of hickeys on her neck, he moved down to her collarbones and then looked up at her as if he were asking for something.

“What is it?” she asked as she also kissed his neck. “T-take off. Can I take o-off your top?” He tried to talk while catching his breath as she kept kissing his neck.

She nodded into the kiss. He took her top off and stopped she from kissing his neck. He was admiring her body, the way she was carefully sculpted by the angels. Forget it, she was an angel herself to him. The staring made all the blood in her rush to her cheeks. “Can you stop staring?” she asked.

He raised an eyebrow and said, “How could I possibly not look at the beauty in front of me?” He placed tiny kisses on her chest and below.

“You do know that I like you, right Sukee?” He asked. She cupped his face and made him meet her eyes. “I like you, you like me. Now since our facts have been established can we continue what we were doing?” She asked, her eyes filled with desire. He just continued without a word.

“I can’t believe you have to move already.” She pouted. He patted her head and said, “I’m right across the hall, princess. But if it’s that unbearable you can move in with me anytime you want.”

“You’re so sweet for saying that even if it was just empty words.” She kissed his forehead.

He kissed her forehead back and said, “I meant every single word I said, you can come over any time you want, you can even move in with me if you wish.”

Vernon emerges out of nowhere, “I’m going to start another part time job if I have to pay the rent all by myself. I’ll go look for new jobs then, you lovebirds keep it up then.”

He went to Seungkwan’s.

“I told you this plan would work, didn’t I?” Seungkwan said with such a proud look on his face.

Vernon couldn’t help but smile and kiss Kwan all over his face. “Thank you love, for helping me get those two lovesick birds to become lovebirds.”

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