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rainy days # chwe vernon

pairing: vernon x gn!reader genre: f2l, comfort warnings: cursing, mentions of food word count: 1.25k

ever since autumn fell into your hands like a stale, unwanted gift, vernon had been acting strange. well. ‘strange’ was difficult to define. vernon was, by nature, pretty strange.

rather, he ceased to act in his normal, strange way, and that was what bothered you — where were the out-of-the-blue “fried chicken, my place, shrek” text invites? where had those gone? where were the absurd, vine-reminiscent tiktoks and goofy screenshots of infinite challenge? where were the multitude of beanies strewn across your house? where, and when had he taken them back? where was he?

yes, seasonal depression existed. but he had explicitly told you, as you were munching on a cinnamon roll for breakfast three months ago, that fall was his favorite season. and yes, you two had only started hanging out this year, so it wasn’t as if your friendship had ever been set in stone. but even so, you didn’t deserve to be ghosted, or slowly distanced from until he had erased you from his life.

and yet, you could pinpoint the day, the moment, the very conversation during which his demeanor shifted so precisely that you figured something must have gone wrong then, and maybe it was your fault.

so you ran back the dialogue to the best of your recollection: it had been a rainy saturday, the kind of humidity that simply begged you to stay inside, and vernon had been making cold hot chocolate (“so… chocolate milk?” “no, you don’t see the vision!”) as you drafted emails at your desk.

when he completed his little concoction and entered your room with a mug of it, you were enjoying a self-proclaimed break, perched on the edge of the table, scrolling through instagram.

“bro, you have to see this,” you called to him casually, hearing his footsteps approach.

he did approach — slowly. stopping before you, he placed the mug on the table. “am i your bro now?”

eyes still glued to your phone, you knocked jokingly at his arm. “sorry.”

after a beat, you looked up, as if finally absorbing all of what had been said so far. “wait.” vernon gazed back at you patiently. “you’ve never complained about that.”

he opened his mouth slightly, some unforeseeable sentence at the tip of his tongue, then closed it and glanced away. “yeah, well,” and he took a step back, “never said i was complaining.”

then you had taken a sip from the mug, and said to him that it tasted just like chocolate milk, but lukewarm, and he had laughed softly without a rebuttal, and you had showed him the instagram story you had found funny, and he had laughed again without comment, and half an hour later he had left from your apartment and the rain had kept falling and everything had seemed eerily quiet. the end.

except it wasn’t the end — it couldn’t be the end, when vernon’s pretty little face was all you could think about even as weeks, months passed without his presence.

today, you were feeling especially fed up, inhaling a cinnamon roll from the same café you’d visited with vernon in the heat of summer. it was suspiciously warm for late october, as if the weather was actively forcing you to reminisce, and it stayed warm until the sun slipped down and suddenly it was cruelly, unbearably cold — and rainy. wrapped up in blankets, you stirred your (real) hot chocolate, watched the downpour vandalize your windows, and wondered what to do with your fraught, ambivalent heart.

vernon was surprised to get a call past midnight, and more surprised that he was on his phone at the exact minute to pick up. he swiped right, forgetting to read the contact.

“hello?” he spoke first.

“hey.” vernon could tell by one syllable that it was you. he checked the screen to confirm anyway. you continued, voice inexplicable: “what’ve you been up to?”

first question, and he was already feeling guilty. “work,” he replied, with faux detachment, “kinda tiring.”

“tiring?”

“mm-hmm.”

“busier than usual?” your tone was veering from innocent to interrogative.

“yeah, you could say that.” what excuse could he give that wasn’t the reason?

“you still could’ve kept in touch, you know,” you hit back. quiet on the other end of the line. “i had to watch bottoms without you.”

“oh, that’s a great movie,” vernon blurted, then immediately regretted.

he could almost see your eyes narrow. “so you watched it on your own?”

“… yeah. on my own.”

you let his response hang embarrassingly in silence. after a beat — “do you have anything to tell me, hansol?”

oh. hansol. shit was getting real; but vernon tried to dodge the fact. “do you have anything to tell me?”

“stop acting cheeky. it’s not cute.”

“no, i’m serious. you must’ve called to say something.”

“i can’t just call to say hi?”

“that’s what you wanted to say? hi?” the words came out far more acerbic than he had intended.

and for the first time, your voice faltered. “didn’t… didn’t you miss me?”

to answer that would be to burst a dam. he felt no choice but to fall back on old tricks. “did you miss me?”

you huffed. vernon knew he was pushing your limit, but it was all he could do. now it was quiet on your end, and he was contemplating a better way to weasel out of this when the bell of his apartment abruptly rang.

perfect. “um— hey, so sorry to cut this short, but i just— there’s a friend coming over, they’re at the door—” and he walked hastily toward it. “we can talk later.” and he hung up before you had the time to reply, simultaneously opening the door to find you, drenched, no umbrella in sight, staring daggers into him.

he was so stunned that he couldn’t exclaim. you kept staring until you grew tired of it, and blinked away. with your hair dripping so much, it was impossible to tell whether your face was wet with tears or rain.

just as vernon began to take up his hand to wipe your cheek, you spoke again. “really hard fucking way to get me to ask you out.”

his hand froze. to what? “of course i missed you, hansol. i missed you so much, i couldn't do anything else. i missed you so much, i ran here while it was pouring, and you know i hate going outside when it's like this. i missed you so much, it’s been driving me insane! what the hell did i do that was so wrong?” your voice was breaking, fracturing. “can’t you tell me?”

the way vernon stood made him look like a film on pause. only his eyes trembled, ever so slightly, drinking you in with excruciating care because heaven knows how much he missed you too.

before he could think of what to say back, his body moved reflexively into yours, arms wrapped around you, head buried in your neck. you were so cold against him, so tense with emotion that his embrace left you melting.

“i thought you didn’t want me,” he breathed, still enveloped in you, “the way i wanted you.”

you sighed, somewhere between relief and exasperation. “why would you assume that, idiot?” it wasn’t really a question. “someone who’s usually so slow to act.”

at that comment, vernon peeled — slowly — away from you to face you again. “i’ll be fast this time,” he vowed, and you tilted your head in puzzlement. “you’re asking me out? my answer is yes.”

a/n: excuse my like two month hiatus. kung chi pak chi summoned me back.

[modevernon]

rainy days # chwe vernon

pairing: vernon x gn!reader genre: f2l, comfort warnings: cursing, mentions of food word count: 1.25k

ever since autumn fell into your hands like a stale, unwanted gift, vernon had been acting strange. well. ‘strange’ was difficult to define. vernon was, by nature, pretty strange.

rather, he ceased to act in his normal, strange way, and that was what bothered you — where were the out-of-the-blue “fried chicken, my place, shrek” text invites? where had those gone? where were the absurd, vine-reminiscent tiktoks and goofy screenshots of infinite challenge? where were the multitude of beanies strewn across your house? where, and when had he taken them back? where was he?

yes, seasonal depression existed. but he had explicitly told you, as you were munching on a cinnamon roll for breakfast three months ago, that fall was his favorite season. and yes, you two had only started hanging out this year, so it wasn’t as if your friendship had ever been set in stone. but even so, you didn’t deserve to be ghosted, or slowly distanced from until he had erased you from his life.

and yet, you could pinpoint the day, the moment, the very conversation during which his demeanor shifted so precisely that you figured something must have gone wrong then, and maybe it was your fault.

so you ran back the dialogue to the best of your recollection: it had been a rainy saturday, the kind of humidity that simply begged you to stay inside, and vernon had been making cold hot chocolate (“so… chocolate milk?” “no, you don’t see the vision!”) as you drafted emails at your desk.

when he completed his little concoction and entered your room with a mug of it, you were enjoying a self-proclaimed break, perched on the edge of the table, scrolling through instagram.

“bro, you have to see this,” you called to him casually, hearing his footsteps approach.

he did approach — slowly. stopping before you, he placed the mug on the table. “am i your bro now?”

eyes still glued to your phone, you knocked jokingly at his arm. “sorry.”

after a beat, you looked up, as if finally absorbing all of what had been said so far. “wait.” vernon gazed back at you patiently. “you’ve never complained about that.”

he opened his mouth slightly, some unforeseeable sentence at the tip of his tongue, then closed it and glanced away. “yeah, well,” and he took a step back, “never said i was complaining.”

then you had taken a sip from the mug, and said to him that it tasted just like chocolate milk, but lukewarm, and he had laughed softly without a rebuttal, and you had showed him the instagram story you had found funny, and he had laughed again without comment, and half an hour later he had left from your apartment and the rain had kept falling and everything had seemed eerily quiet. the end.

except it wasn’t the end — it couldn’t be the end, when vernon’s pretty little face was all you could think about even as weeks, months passed without his presence.

today, you were feeling especially fed up, inhaling a cinnamon roll from the same café you’d visited with vernon in the heat of summer. it was suspiciously warm for late october, as if the weather was actively forcing you to reminisce, and it stayed warm until the sun slipped down and suddenly it was cruelly, unbearably cold — and rainy. wrapped up in blankets, you stirred your (real) hot chocolate, watched the downpour vandalize your windows, and wondered what to do with your fraught, ambivalent heart.

vernon was surprised to get a call past midnight, and more surprised that he was on his phone at the exact minute to pick up. he swiped right, forgetting to read the contact.

“hello?” he spoke first.

“hey.” vernon could tell by one syllable that it was you. he checked the screen to confirm anyway. you continued, voice inexplicable: “what’ve you been up to?”

first question, and he was already feeling guilty. “work,” he replied, with faux detachment, “kinda tiring.”

“tiring?”

“mm-hmm.”

“busier than usual?” your tone was veering from innocent to interrogative.

“yeah, you could say that.” what excuse could he give that wasn’t the reason?

“you still could’ve kept in touch, you know,” you hit back. quiet on the other end of the line. “i had to watch bottoms without you.”

“oh, that’s a great movie,” vernon blurted, then immediately regretted.

he could almost see your eyes narrow. “so you watched it on your own?”

“… yeah. on my own.”

you let his response hang embarrassingly in silence. after a beat — “do you have anything to tell me, hansol?”

oh. hansol. shit was getting real; but vernon tried to dodge the fact. “do you have anything to tell me?”

“stop acting cheeky. it’s not cute.”

“no, i’m serious. you must’ve called to say something.”

“i can’t just call to say hi?”

“that’s what you wanted to say? hi?” the words came out far more acerbic than he had intended.

and for the first time, your voice faltered. “didn’t… didn’t you miss me?”

to answer that would be to burst a dam. he felt no choice but to fall back on old tricks. “did you miss me?”

you huffed. vernon knew he was pushing your limit, but it was all he could do. now it was quiet on your end, and he was contemplating a better way to weasel out of this when the bell of his apartment abruptly rang.

perfect. “um— hey, so sorry to cut this short, but i just— there’s a friend coming over, they’re at the door—” and he walked hastily toward it. “we can talk later.” and he hung up before you had the time to reply, simultaneously opening the door to find you, drenched, no umbrella in sight, staring daggers into him.

he was so stunned that he couldn’t exclaim. you kept staring until you grew tired of it, and blinked away. with your hair dripping so much, it was impossible to tell whether your face was wet with tears or rain.

just as vernon began to take up his hand to wipe your cheek, you spoke again. “really hard fucking way to get me to ask you out.”

his hand froze. to what? “of course i missed you, hansol. i missed you so much, i couldn't do anything else. i missed you so much, i ran here while it was pouring, and you know i hate going outside when it's like this. i missed you so much, it’s been driving me insane! what the hell did i do that was so wrong?” your voice was breaking, fracturing. “can’t you tell me?”

the way vernon stood made him look like a film on pause. only his eyes trembled, ever so slightly, drinking you in with excruciating care because heaven knows how much he missed you too.

before he could think of what to say back, his body moved reflexively into yours, arms wrapped around you, head buried in your neck. you were so cold against him, so tense with emotion that his embrace left you melting.

“i thought you didn’t want me,” he breathed, still enveloped in you, “the way i wanted you.”

you sighed, somewhere between relief and exasperation. “why would you assume that, idiot?” it wasn’t really a question. “someone who’s usually so slow to act.”

at that comment, vernon peeled — slowly — away from you to face you again. “i’ll be fast this time,” he vowed, and you tilted your head in puzzlement. “you’re asking me out? my answer is yes.”

a/n: excuse my like two month hiatus. kung chi pak chi summoned me back.

[modevernon]

a week before senior fall begins,, i needed this SO badly

my love language is tteokbokki - yoon jeonghan

member | yoon jeonghan x reader

genre | pure fluff, comfort??, established relationship!au, high school!au

word count | 1.9k

synopsis | just like you were there for him, jeonghan is there for you when you need it most–through tteokbokki

warnings | a hefty amount of food mentions (mostly tteokbokki), reader is stressed and overworks and doubts themself??

notes | absolutely completely wholly 100% self indulgent and i am not ashamed. also it's pissing me off that jeonghan's hair color in the photo doesn't match the description in the writing but whatever it's 2:30 am

You rubbed your tired eyes with a stifled yawn. They were sore and probably blood-shot from staring at your computer screen for almost the entire day and on top of that, you could also feel your fingers cramping.

You were going through a few wrist exercises when you heard your room door open.

"Mom, I promise I'll eat dinner after I finish this-" You turned around, expecting the familiar sight of your mother, dressed in an apron and rosy cheeked, telling you to come downstairs for dinner.

But in her place, was your boyfriend. He tilted his head in a childish manner, reminding you of a young pup with a small smile.

"Jeonghan," You said breathlessly.

"Hey cutie. Do I still have to wait until you're done or...?" Jeonghan asked with a boyish grin.

You shook your head violently and patted the bed next to your desk, signaling him to sit down. He set down a plastic package and you could smell tteokbokki wafting out from the bag. You reached inside to see what it was, and as you expected, it was rose tteokbokki with extra cheese. He knew you so well.

You always ate rose tteokbokki whenever you were stressed or overwhelmed with schoolwork. You had an insanely low spice tolerance so even regular tteokbokki had you fighting for your life, let alone buldak ramyeon. So you resorted to rose tteokbokki, which was more friendly for you.

Before Jeonghan could finish situating himself on your bed, you launched yourself into his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in tightly, your cheek pressed against his.

"Thank you," you mumbled into his neck. The two of you wriggled around in your small bed until you were in a more comfortable position. Jeonghan was lying on his side, propping his head up with one arm and the other splayed across your torso. You were lying on your back, pressed flush against your boyfriend as your hands roamed across his shoulders, face, and hair. He had cut it recently, changing back to shorter, black hair from his previous long, almost bob-cut like black hair. You were a little distressed at first at the change, but you liked him in whatever hairstyle he had. Even when he had shoulder length hair back in freshman year.

"Anything for my darling," Jeonghan pressed a kiss on your forehead and you pretended to frown.

"Cheesy much," you mumbled, finding comfort in his warmth. You nuzzled up closer to him, pressing your nose into his neck and you breathed in his familiar smell.

"Mm.. but you like it."

You didn't bother responding because it was true. The combination of Jeonghan's soothing touches, his warmth, and his sweet smelling cologne slowly lulled you to sleep. Once you realized this, you shook yourself awake and sat up, surprising Jeonghan in the process.

"I need to finish this personal statement," you groaned as you clambered out of bed and sat yourself down at your desk.

"Can't you write it later? I wrote all of my personal statements a week before they were due and I got into a good college,” Jeonghan whined dramatically.

"Sorry pooks but I didn't have a life altering injury like lateral epicondylitis like you did so I don't have much to write about,” you said, almost sarcastically. You only ever called him pooks as a joke, almost like a warning that you were going to get upset soon.

Jeonghan didn't respond and let you work. He knew how stressed you were this semester, with work and school on top of working on college applications, essays, and scholarships. Luckily, he had to do all of this last year, and with your help (and kisses), he was able to graduate high school with his sanity intact.

He thought it was his turn to take care of you, so he sat himself up on your bed and watched you work. You were wearing your blue light glasses and you squinted at your computer screen as your fingers flew across the keyboard. He watched the way you buried your bottom lip under your teeth when you were stuck, and the way you would slowly begin to hunch over more and more before you would correct your posture. He knew your biggest fear was getting scoliosis at the ripe age of 17.

You felt yourself being pulled into a trance when you found a newfound boost of motivation. Your brain was moving too fast for your fingers. Leaving the typos up to grammarly, you continued to type with newfound rigor. When you felt something warm and sweet smelling tap against your lips, you opened your mouth automatically, without breaking concentration.

The rice cake Jeonghan just fed you was still warm. The sauce was soft and creamy, with a tinge of sweetness that balanced out the spiciness. You licked your lips for any remnant sauce and opened your mouth again to Jeonghan's direction, your eyes never leaving the screen and your fingers never stopping.

Jeonghan scoffed at the sight but who was he to say no? With gentle, loving eyes, he fed you another rice cake, this time wrapped in eomuk.

That was how you ate dinner that night. Jeonghan would silently offer tteokbokki and you would accept the food. Not once did you break eye contact with your computer throughout this entire exchange. You didn't speak either, just an occasional 'oh my god this is so good' and 'mmm'. After you were done eating, Jeonghan held a water cup to your lips, letting you have a few sips before taking the cup away again. He knew that the only liquid you had probably consumed that day was caffeine.

Once he was done cleaning up, he shuffled around your bedroom, picking up miscellaneous trash and clothing he found on your floor. Jeonghan tried his best to be quiet so as to not disturb you. He knew how hard you tried to be quiet when he was working on college applications. He also knew how much effort you put into taking care of him when he was applying to colleges.

Trying his best to replicate what you did for him, Jeonghan cleaned up your room, turned on your air humidifier with a few drops of lemon essential oil. He put away all of your older coffee mugs and energy drink cans (and while he was at it, he made sure to comfort your parents, who were a bit concerned for your well-being, something you also did for him a year ago).

Once he cleaned up everything, he re-made your bed, fluffing your pillows and spraying your pillows with a sleep spray he borrowed from Seungkwan so you could sleep peacefully after you were done.

Feeling satisfied with his work, Jeonghan pulled up a spare chair next to you and alternated between watching YouTube videos and watching you work. He took this as a chance to admire your features. The way your nose bridge sloped down and your bright eyes that reflected the light of your computer screen. Your pretty lips that were pushed into a pout as you focused on your writing. He admired the way you mumbled under your breath when you proofread a paragraph and the way you took an occasional break to stretch out your wrist and neck. He made it a point to always press his lips against yours during these breaks, a gentle reminder to you that he was there if you needed anything or just for silent moral support.

Once the clock hit 10 pm, Jeonghan softly nudged your arm. "Angel? It's bedtime."

"One more sentence," you mumbled. Your fingers seemed to move faster than before, if that was even possible, until you dramatically threw yourself back with your arms in the air. "Done!"

Jeonghan chuckled and kissed your forehead. "I'm so proud of you, love. Go wash up, and join me for bed."

Your brain was too tired to even process what he just said, you simply trailed to the bathroom with half-lidded eyes. Jeonghan chuckled and turned off the lights before climbing into your bed and making himself comfortable under your duvet. It felt much more comfortable now that he had re-made the bed.

You returned, dressed in a matching pajama set that Jeonghan also had. It wasn’t meant for couples, but you thought the design was so cute that the two of you needed to get it. You practically jumped into bed and cuddled up against your boyfriend, your nose buried into the crook of his neck and your arms wrapped around his torso.

“Tired?” Jeonghan asked. You could only muster a tired grunt and he smiled. The two of you laid in silence, the only thing that you could hear was the low buzzing of your humidifier and the low thumping of Jeonghan’s heart.

Your eyes soon adjusted to the darkness of your room and you could make out the silhouette of your boyfriend’s beautiful facial features. You stared, your eyes silently tracing the slope of his nose and his pretty lips.

“Hannie,” You called out in a low voice.

“Hm?”

“I’m scared.”

Jeonghan shifted in place to face you. “Why are you scared, angel?”

“What if I’m not good enough? What if I didn’t do enough community service? What if I didn’t do enough extracurriculars? What if my most tragic stories aren't tragic enough and my recoveries aren’t recovery-y enough? God, the college admissions system is so fucked up,” You whispered. “Making us relive our most traumatic moments only to get rejected.”

Jeonghan chuckled and rubbed a soothing hand against your back. “Angel, you are so much more than your extracurriculars or your community service hours or your trauma. You’re right, the college admissions system is fucked up, but if the admissions office can’t see what a great person you are through your essays, then it’s their loss. You’re a great writer who can evoke so many emotions from the reader. Remember your essay on family and its importance in ‘The Odyssey’ in your sophomore year? It made your English teacher cry, remember?”

You smiled at the memory.

You’re not lacking in any way, my angel. You’re doing great and will continue to do great. You’re going to do great things in the future, love. I can see it.”

Jeonghan squeezed your hand tightly. You could almost feel all of his love being poured out through that single action.

And I’ll be here for every single step of the way. Your failures and successes, I’ll be there for it all. I’ll be there to celebrate with you and I’ll be there to cry with you and give you a shoulder to cry on.”

You sniffed and wiped away a stray tear. “Thank you, Hannie.”

Jeonghan looked down at you when he heard you sniffle. “Oh no, angel. Are you crying? I didn’t mean to make you cry, I’m so sorry.”

He pulled you in tightly for a hug and you smiled into the fabric of his hoodie.

“It’s okay. They’re not sad tears.” Despite your words, more tears sprang out of your eyes and soaked Jeonghan’s hoodie. This was long overdue, you thought to yourself. Jeonghan pulled away from the hug and wiped your tears away with his sleeves.

“I’m so proud of you, [Name]. You’re doing so well. You know I’m always here, right?” You nodded, tears still spilling from your eyes. “My sweet, sweet [Name]. How tired you must be right now… It’s okay, let it all out. I’m here.”

Jeonghan continued to rub your back with small soothing noises, alternating with an occasional sweet nothing he whispered into your ear until you fell asleep.

He looked down to see your mouth open slightly ajar and eyes fluttered shut. Jeonghan slowly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake you up. He tucked you into bed, sliding your favorite stuffed animal into your arms in his stead (which he wasn’t happy about but he had to go home). He smoothed your hair out of your forehead and pressed a soft kiss to your skin. “Good night, my love. Sleep well. I love you.”

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[modevernon]

oh. i could actually burst.

hana?? hello??? the way you describe the heart is just... heart-wrenching. literally. first line, last line, and everything in between.

your silly, young little heart does break a little. / and then it’s glued back together by clumsy fingers the next day.

it happens gradually. less of a shattering — more of a slow crushing, like joshua is pressing down on the centre of your chest, slow, heavy, and completely unaware of how blood is spurting from the cracks of your heart.

and so the hot, slippery organ is left in his hands, and you don’t know how to get it back.

my god. i am not okay.

joshua hong breaks your heart three and a half times before you can even reach nineteen, and yet you can’t stop loving him with the pieces that remain.

i. the first time ; when you meet

the story of you and joshua starts at the beginning, which sounds pretty redundant, but it’s the beginning in more may than one. the beginning of friendship — the beginning of freshman year — the beginning of something bigger than two fourteen year olds can imagine.

it starts, as you say, at the onset of freshman year. you’re nervous — extra nervous because these kids went to the same middle school, and you’re the stranger, the outsider, the transfer student who nobody knows yet. it’s obvious in the way they talk to each other; gossipping about unfamiliar names, inside jokes only they understand.

and so homeroom begins with ice breakers, and it turns out that you and someone named joshua hong have the same favourite colour and you both like horror movies, and that’s enough for you to think to yourself, that one. i want to be friends with that one.

for a moment, it seems like that sentiment is mirrored. when lunch is called, and you’re stuck in the corner of the canteen, eating lunch alone, joshua hong appears to your side, holding his tray. he smiles at you first, and when he speaks, he speaks softly; you like him instantly, especially when he gets your name right first try, and talks to you about the horror movies you like.

unfortunately, your conversation lasts about five minutes; it’s interrupted by joshua’s actual friends, waving from another table, yelling for him to come join their arm wrestling competition, and someone wants his chocolate milk, and, and, and — because of course, joshua is popular.

he’s also incredibly polite, for a fourteen year old boy, looking between you and his table, eyes torn, mouth twisting. but you make the decision for him; you stuff the last of your food in your mouth — it tastes like cardboard — and you gesture for him to leave, saying, through a dry mouthful, “i’m done anyway, go ahead!”

he leaves then, sending an apologetic smile you pretend not to see. you won’t be pitied, not even by popular guys with nice smiles. but when you walk out the cafeteria, as alone as you were when you walked into it, your silly, young little heart does break a little.

and then it’s glued back together by clumsy fingers the next day. joshua’s in the cafeteria before you, and this time, he waves you over to his table, patting the seat next to him. he introduces you to his friends, who are nice and sweet and funny, and you do like them, you just like joshua that extra little bit more.

ii. the second time ; when you fall, suddenly, completely, absolutely.

by the time junior year rolls around, you and joshua are joined at the hip.

you do everything together. you’re at his house more than your own; his mom calls you the second child she never had; your mom calls him by his nickname; you know his deepest darkest secret, and he knows yours; he’s your favourite person in the world, and as teenagers are apt to do, you’d never willingly tell him such a thing.

“you’re disgusting,” you tell him, whenever he belches, unashamed, on your couch after a horror movie marathon. “you’re the worst!” when he tickles you within an inch of your life, rolling onto the floor with you in a mad tangle of limbs and giggling. “i hate you,” with a smile on your face, when he teases you about a crush or pinches your nose a little too hard.

“you love me,” is always his response — easy, carefree, and the l-word rolls off his tongue so confidently, sometimes you wonder how he does it. but you do love him. as a friend, of course, and nothing more, despite what other people say. at school, people think you’re together — people pull you aside in the locker room, giggling like they’re in on your secret (“so, you like like him, right?”) and nobody believes you guys when you deny it.

“it’s not like that,” you find yourself saying over and over, until it feels like the words are tattooed on your tongue. “he’s just josh, you know?” and he is. he’s just your joshua. nothing more, nothing less, he’s just your person — your best friend.

you manage to convince yourself as well, with those repetitive words, until one day, you find out you can’t.

it’s a sunday, and so of course, he’s singing sunday morning as the two of you stroll down to the park, hands stuffed in your respective pockets. it’s late september, but the dregs of summer are lingering longer this year, and the two of you are drinking them up before autumn rolls around, and strips the greenery bare.

“your obsession with that song needs to be studied,” you say, and it comes easily because you haven’t realised yet.

“your brain needs to be studied,” is his quick retort, as you guys make it to your usual spot.

it’s nothing special, this spot — to an outsider, at least. it’s a crumbling wall to the side of the park, that overlooks a pond (an ugly, swampy looking pond, but a pond nonetheless).

to you and joshua, the deteriorating wall is your Place, with a capital p, because that’s how important it’s become to the two of you. it’s simply. a little bit ugly, but who cares, when you have your whole life stretching in front of you, a wall to sit on, and a best friend to argue over the red gummies with?

“there are five red gummies,” he pronounces, peering inside the pack. “i call dibs on the third!”

“what?” your voice raises automatically. “absolutely not. you had the third one last time.”

“last time there were six!”

“that’s so not fair!” you poke his rib, scowling. “we’ll split it. for justice.”

joshua sighs, long and reluctant, but nods, setting the packet between you — but moments later, when you’ve spiralled down a tangent of cursing out your physics teacher, he swipes down on the third, stuffing it in his mouth with a triumphant, guiltless grin before you can even say stop.

“you’re evil,” you say, slow and shocked, narrowing your eyes at him. “you’re actually fucking evil!”

“sorry,” he says, without the slightest hint of remorse.

“i hate you.” and again, you’re smiling — and so is he, throwing his head back to laugh (because the thought of you hating him is so ridiculous that he has to laugh), and his darn eyes catch the afternoon sunlight at just the right angle, twin pools of honey brown, and you’re drowning in them; and his laughter sounds like music, and his hair’s blowing back in the breeze, and the lines of his face are lighting up golden; and oh, fuck, you’ve forgotten how to breathe.

“you love me,” he says, normally, casually, his ordinary response, but it feels like he’s plucked the sentence straight out your mind, where it had been nothing more than a half-formed sentiment you’d pushed into the corner.

cheeseballs, you think to yourself, breathless, stomach sinking, eyes wide. i think he’s right.

i think i love him, your fifteen year old self thinks, and then your fifteen year old self’s heart breaks.

it’s more painful than the first time. much more.

iii. the third time ; when he leaves (because you push him out the door)

the third time is not like the others. you can’t pinpoint a specific moment; it happens gradually. less of a shattering — more of a slow crushing, like joshua is pressing down on the centre of your chest, slow, heavy, and completely unaware of how blood is spurting from the cracks of your heart.

because he doesn’t know — of course he doesn’t know. and he can’t know now, now that the two of you, as a unit, have become past tense.

you can barely call himself your friend anymore, and it’s entirely your fault.

not even a month after that fateful day in junior year, joshua had gotten himself a girlfriend. and she wasn’t mean and you couldn’t hate her even if you wanted to, she was the sweetest person alive, and had no problem with you; but still, that step did mean other things, like backing off joshua a little. there was another priority in his life now.

they only lasted three months, but it felt significant. it felt like a sign — he’s not yours, he can never be yours, and so even after emily benson and joshua broke up, you kept your distance. then he joined the football team, with seungcheol and mingyu and those guys, and you joined the photography club with wonwoo and seokmin and those guys, and there was suddenly this divide. a line drawn; you were the artist.

because joshua did try, and he definitely tried more than you. he’d invite you over to his house for movie marathons, and you’d decline. he’d wave at you from across the football pitch, and you’d pretend not to see.

you only see his mom in the supermarket now. she still hugs you, calls you her other child. you don’t know what to say to her.

it is, technically, your own fault. self-preservation instincts; because being around joshua hurt like a bitch after that sunday. there was an ache in your heart you’d somehow not noticed for two years, but now that you’d noticed it once, it was there always, a permanent throbbing pain in your chest.

you think of it as losing your heart; you’d given it to joshua without even realising, and he hasn’t realised either. and so the hot, slippery organ is left in his hands, and you don’t know how to get it back.

senior year comes, and it’s clear to everyone that there is no longer a you and joshua. sometimes you get questions about it; “did you guys fight?”, “what even happened? was it emily?”, “did he cheat on you?”, and you answer them all wearily with a smiling front.

just drifted apart, i guess, you always say, paired with a nonchalant shrug, like it doesn’t kill you a little every time you see him.

you wonder what he says, when they ask him. if they even ask him at all.

iii.v half broken, half mended

joshua shows up at your house.

it’s the night before graduation, and if it were a movie, it would be raining when he knocks on your door — but it’s still warm, there’s still faint sunlight behind him, and he’s panting slightly on your doorstep, eyes wide with something you don’t have the time to read before he’s rushing out words, garbled with speed.

you’ve just woken from a nap, and you don’t understand a word he’s saying; you hear a whole lot of “we” and “friends” and before he can get any further, you raise a hand to stop him.

“what — what are you talking about, shua?” you question genuinely, rubbing your sleepy eyes as though this is some sort of twisted dream.

joshua lets out a breath on your doorstep; he looks harried, panicked, like if he doesn’t say everything he needs to, he’s going to explode. but he holds back, inhaling, exhaling, suddenly short of breath at the sight of you, up close after what feels like forever.

“where did you go?” he says finally, and you can hear fifteen year old shua in there, a crack in his voice, emotion leaking into it.

you know what he means, you know exactly what he means, and you don’t have an answer for him. “i didn’t go anywhere,” you reply, voice small. you don’t look at him, because both of you know it’s a lie.

“you did,” he repeats needlessly. “it felt like you left me.”

you don’t have anything to say, and so you stay silent. there are birds chirping, you realise absently, somewhere behind him.

“was there a reason?” his words are growing quicker now, spilling out of him like they’re overflowing; and maybe they are, maybe he’s kept them locked up just as long as you have. “there must have been a reason — you need to tell me, i deserve to know. don’t i?”

his voice is tinged with a sort of raw desperation that pulls at your heart, because no matter how hard you try to convince yourself otherwise, he’s still your shua, he’s still your person, and you can never hate him.

he deserves to know, and you’re too cowardly to tell him.

joshua waits. (he’s always been the more patient out of you two.) “you won’t tell me,” he realises finally, stepping back just once. “god. fuck. i don’t even know why i came.”

he turns, and you blurt three words that halt him in his tracks. you see the way he freezes on the spot, and so you repeat them again, just so he can be sure.

“i love you,” you say, softly, but he hears you. he hears you and turns around, and his pretty doe eyes are round with confusion.

you don’t realise you’re crying until he wipes away the few that have spilled oit the corners of your eyes; he does it delicately, with hands that tremble a little. they’re unfamiliar in their familiarity, those hands, and the feel of them makes you close your eyes.

both of you are breathing shakily. like you’re on the cusp of something new; something bigger.

“how long?” he asks quietly, hands trailing down to cup your cheeks.

you don’t open your eyes when you speak your next words, pouring from your mouth into the space between you. “since we were fifteen.”

joshua’s quiet for a moment, and when you open your eyes, there’s a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, and the ghost of tears filling his eyes. “haha,” he whispers, leaning closer, “i win.” his lips brush against yours, so light and feathery it could barely be called a kiss.

he pulls back, forehead against yours, and smiles, properly this time. “since thirteen,” he says, and it feels like your heart is fourteen and broken at the same time.

an / typed this out in an hour of feverish inspiration. idk. 💪

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[modevernon]

cat reveal for 100 🫂

[modevernon]

pda preferences # seventeen

pairing: ot13 x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: slight mention of alcohol word count: 1.3k

a/n: i had so so much fun with this (procrastinated all my college essays 💪💪), i know some of the examples are less pda and more general affection but i hope that can be excused lmao

seungcheol

if he’s gonna give you a kiss, he’s gonna give you a kiss, so be prepared for that

loves kissing the side of your neck so much, he’ll get you in his lap simply for that purpose

he’ll caress your face and wish he had another pair of arms to pull you in by the waist

whispers “baby” in your ear like a dozen times just close enough for you to hear (and go absolutely insane), except dino sitting on his other side can also hear everything and is sending the biggest side eye to his hyung

jeonghan

hmm,, obviously he’ll be silly at times but typically i imagine quieter pda, like tracing the veins down your hand and wrist or something

occasionally might… bite you… but will be very stealthy about it

you tried biting him back once and he made the biggest fuss about it smh life is so unfair

when sleepy he’d like to rest his head on your lap, but if you’re sleepier he’ll let you lean on him, not without complaints though (“that’s one heavy head you got there” “shut up” “i love you too”)

joshua

yk that phrase “know someone like the back of your hand”? and then you’re like, “i don’t know the back of my hand that well.” well. shua knows the back of your hand and the front better than you, because when i say you two CANNOT stop holding hands oh my god—

the other guys are like “hey. so. i see that you’re. um. comparing hand sizes for the 93584th time.” and you’re just like :D “his are so large!” (no innuendos 🤨)

he rubs his thumb over your knuckles just to soothe you, sometimes takes your hand up and pecks it, if he finally lets go of it that almost always means he’s headed for your waist

junhui

he’s so cat-coded istg he’ll just quietly come up from behind you and nuzzle his head into whichever part of your body would be most comfortable

on the flip side, you love to make him cat ears with your own hands (think: jun’s 3 aegyo poses)

wiping sauce off your face and hanging his jackets over your shoulders are a MUST

you two are so lost in your own world, if you’re sharing a long, soft hug or he’s adoringly cupping your cheeks and then somebody comes up to you, you’ll both act as though you’ve been caught red-handed lmao

hoshi

full-on cuddles with you, not an ounce of shame when he’s literally pouncing on you (“soonyoung, i c— can’t breathe” “just ten more seconds like this please it’s been forever since our last date” “you mean… one day?” “ONE DAY AND FIFTEEN HOURS”)

this won’t be news to you but he is one expressive man, so pouts, giggles, and all types of hand hearts are being sent your way 24/7

it’s not even about being touchy/clingy (i mean, sometimes it is), he just wants to say i love you in all the convincing ways possible

literally no one in your vicinity could go without knowing he’s yours

wonwoo

loves fixing/playing with your hair! will tuck a loose strand behind your ear only to ruffle everything up when you do something especially cute

not the type to be all over you in public but takes care of you discreetly

brushes off your fallen eyelashes and tells you to make wishes on them

since his hands easily get cold i think he’d like placing yours over his and staying like that for a while (one time you brought his hands up to your face and gave him little kisses on all his fingertips, of course that made him completely MELT)

woozi

not a lot of pda to begin with, i’m sorry

but sometimes he’ll tap little rhythmic patterns on your shoulder (if his arm is wrapped around you) or leg (if you’re sitting) and you’ll go “jihoon that tickles!” and he’ll just smirk at you

this would be very rare but i can imagine a few moments where his inner aegyo would make an appearance just for you (mostly to cheer you up)

like say you’re in a bad mood he’ll copy your pout and be like “:( here’s your coffee, princess”

then you’d immediately break into a smile and suffocate him in a hug

dokyeom

this man. please. you are the most adorable entity on earth to him. he will express this by all means possible.

and by all means, i mean EVERYTHING. he will pinch your cheeks. he will boop your nose. he will wrap you in the biggest embrace and lift you off the ground to spin you around.

if tipsy he will most certainly start kissing every single part of your face (brb gonna cry)

but then if you kiss him back on the lips he’ll immediately turn into a ball of flusteredness

mingyu

back. hugs. we collectively agree on this do we not ??

no matter how tall you are i’m sure mingyu has the “i want them in my pocket” mentality so big spoon big spoon big spoon

a bit difficult to explain but when you’re grocery shopping, he’d have you stand on his feet while pushing the cart and kinda waddle along (?) until you’re like “yeah no baby this is gonna kill your feet” and he’s like :(( “okay”

minghao

omg. this could completely be just a me thing but arm linking???? like when you’re walking outside he’ll lift his arm up a bit so you can slip yours under and he’ll take your hand in his and keep it in his coat pocket (stop i’m actually devastated)

or like if you’re sitting together at a dinner with the members he’d interlace his fingers in yours and place it on the table like there. they’re mine.

the hand holding is also an unspoken invitation to rest your head on his shoulder, my god if you could see the shy grin on his face—

seungkwan

just wants to wrap around you and keep you warm

his favorite thing to do is stand behind you and let his arms hang gently around your neck, not so much a tight hug as a quiet reminder of his presence

an extremely generous clothes lender (but always makes you return them)

like he’ll give you his favorite navy cap or a blazer or hoodie and carefully adjust it so it’s comfortable on you and admire you the entire time but then once he’s walked you home he’ll be like “yeah so i’m gonna need that back IMMEDIATELY”

vernon

very likely to have a cool secret handshake with you

not huge on hugging and kissing but idk maybe he’s in a giddy mood one day and at the end of the handshake he doesn’t let go of your hand and pulls you into the warmest hug ever

when saying goodbye i feel like he’d plant a little kiss on top of your head

otherwise he just gazes at you with all the silent admiration in the world, forgets to listen to anyone else (mingyu calls him to the kitchen and seungkwan is like “skfjhgshhhh! he’s doting let him be”)

dino

takes you to the practice room and “teaches” you choreos in front of everyone else (“teaches” = keeps his hands somewhere around your waist or on your back/shoulders the entire time)

just wants to show you off cause you’re that amazing :((

it would not be uncommon for him to run up to you and swoop you up to carry you bridal style in broad daylight (mom i love him)

i also think he’d be very into head patting and would pet your hair all the time (especially if you’re shorter), if you’re taller he’d love to be on the receiving end

[modevernon]

pda preferences # seventeen

pairing: ot13 x gn!reader genre: fluff warnings: slight mention of alcohol word count: 1.3k

seungcheol

if he’s gonna give you a kiss, he’s gonna give you a kiss, so be prepared for that

loves kissing the side of your neck so much, he’ll get you in his lap simply for that purpose

he’ll caress your face and wish he had another pair of arms to pull you in by the waist

whispers “baby” in your ear like a dozen times just close enough for you to hear (and go absolutely insane), except dino sitting on his other side can also hear everything and is sending the biggest side eye to his hyung

jeonghan

hmm,, obviously he’ll be silly at times but typically i imagine quieter pda, like tracing the veins down your hand and wrist or something

occasionally might… bite you… but will be very stealthy about it

you tried biting him back once and he made the biggest fuss about it smh life is so unfair

when sleepy he’d like to rest his head on your lap, but if you’re sleepier he’ll let you lean on him, not without complaints though (“that’s one heavy head you got there” “shut up” “i love you too”)

joshua

yk that phrase “know someone like the back of your hand”? and then you’re like, “i don’t know the back of my hand that well.” well. shua knows the back of your hand and the front better than you, because when i say you two CANNOT stop holding hands oh my god—

the other guys are like “hey. so. i see that you’re. um. comparing hand sizes for the 93584th time.” and you’re just like :D “his are so large!” (no innuendos 🤨)

he rubs his thumb over your knuckles just to soothe you, sometimes takes your hand up and pecks it, if he finally lets go of it that almost always means he’s headed for your waist

junhui

he’s so cat-coded istg he’ll just quietly come up from behind you and nuzzle his head into whichever part of your body would be most comfortable

on the flip side, you love to make him cat ears with your own hands (think: jun’s 3 aegyo poses)

wiping sauce off your face and hanging his jackets over your shoulders are a MUST

you two are so lost in your own world, if you’re sharing a long, soft hug or he’s adoringly cupping your cheeks and then somebody comes up to you, you’ll both act as though you’ve been caught red-handed lmao

hoshi

full-on cuddles with you, not an ounce of shame when he’s literally pouncing on you (“soonyoung, i c— can’t breathe” “just ten more seconds like this please it’s been forever since our last date” “you mean… one day?” “ONE DAY AND FIFTEEN HOURS”)

this won’t be news to you but he is one expressive man, so pouts, giggles, and all types of hand hearts are being sent your way 24/7

it’s not even about being touchy/clingy (i mean, sometimes it is), he just wants to say i love you in all the convincing ways possible

literally no one in your vicinity could go without knowing he’s yours

wonwoo

loves fixing/playing with your hair! will tuck a loose strand behind your ear only to ruffle everything up when you do something especially cute

not the type to be all over you in public but takes care of you discreetly

brushes off your fallen eyelashes and tells you to make wishes on them

since his hands easily get cold i think he’d like placing yours over his and staying like that for a while (one time you brought his hands up to your face and gave him little kisses on all his fingertips, of course that made him completely MELT)

woozi

not a lot of pda to begin with, i’m sorry

but sometimes he’ll tap little rhythmic patterns on your shoulder (if his arm is wrapped around you) or leg (if you’re sitting) and you’ll go “jihoon that tickles!” and he’ll just smirk at you

this would be very rare but i can imagine a few moments where his inner aegyo would make an appearance just for you (mostly to cheer you up)

like say you’re in a bad mood he’ll copy your pout and be like “:( here’s your coffee, princess”

then you’d immediately break into a smile and suffocate him in a hug

dokyeom

this man. please. you are the most adorable entity on earth to him. he will express this by all means possible.

and by all means, i mean EVERYTHING. he will pinch your cheeks. he will boop your nose. he will wrap you in the biggest embrace and lift you off the ground to spin you around.

if tipsy he will most certainly start kissing every single part of your face (brb gonna cry)

but then if you kiss him back on the lips he’ll immediately turn into a ball of flusteredness

mingyu

back. hugs. we collectively agree on this do we not ??

no matter how tall you are i’m sure mingyu has the “i want them in my pocket” mentality so big spoon big spoon big spoon

a bit difficult to explain but when you’re grocery shopping, he’d have you stand on his feet while pushing the cart and kinda waddle along (?) until you’re like “yeah no baby this is gonna kill your feet” and he’s like :(( “okay”

minghao

omg. this could completely be just a me thing but arm linking???? like when you’re walking outside he’ll lift his arm up a bit so you can slip yours under and he’ll take your hand in his and keep it in his coat pocket (stop i’m actually devastated)

or like if you’re sitting together at a dinner with the members he’d interlace his fingers in yours and place it on the table like there. they’re mine.

the hand holding is also an unspoken invitation to rest your head on his shoulder, my god if you could see the shy grin on his face—

seungkwan

just wants to wrap around you and keep you warm

his favorite thing to do is stand behind you and let his arms hang gently around your neck, not so much a tight hug as a quiet reminder of his presence

an extremely generous clothes lender (but always makes you return them)

like he’ll give you his favorite navy cap or a blazer or hoodie and carefully adjust it so it’s comfortable on you and admire you the entire time but then once he’s walked you home he’ll be like “yeah so i’m gonna need that back IMMEDIATELY”

vernon

very likely to have a cool secret handshake with you

not huge on hugging and kissing but idk maybe he’s in a giddy mood one day and at the end of the handshake he doesn’t let go of your hand and pulls you into the warmest hug ever

when saying goodbye i feel like he’d plant a little kiss on top of your head

otherwise he just gazes at you with all the silent admiration in the world, forgets to listen to anyone else (mingyu calls him to the kitchen and seungkwan is like “skfjhgshhhh! he’s doting let him be”)

dino

takes you to the practice room and “teaches” you choreos in front of everyone else (“teaches” = keeps his hands somewhere around your waist or on your back/shoulders the entire time)

just wants to show you off cause you’re that amazing :((

it would not be uncommon for him to run up to you and swoop you up to carry you bridal style in broad daylight (mom i love him)

i also think he’d be very into head patting and would pet your hair all the time (especially if you’re shorter), if you’re taller he’d love to be on the receiving end

a/n: i had so so much fun with this (procrastinated all my college essays 💪💪), i know some of the examples are less pda and more general affection but i hope that can be excused lmao

[modevernon]

asap # yoon jeonghan

pairing: bf!jeonghan x gn!reader genre: fluff, drabble, a bit of humor warnings: none! word count: 0.85k

8%. that’s how much battery was left on your phone after having called jeonghan for 2 hours straight. unfortunately for your phone, your heart had no intention of hanging up any time soon, neither did your body have any desire to move to the desk so that you could charge it. you were simply in heaven chatting with your boyfriend like this, his voice groggy from dawn in his time zone and yours drawling and sleepy as late evening crept up on you. but god, you could lie here listening to him forever.

“—so seokmin and i are going to, like, the biggest chocolate store ever tomorrow, and i’m pretty sure there should be ones you like with caramel inside, but if there aren’t, what should be my plan b?”

“hannie, you get me candy every single time, i promise i don’t need any more. i didn’t sign up to date willy wonka,” you replied humouredly.

jeonghan pouted across the screen. “you’re saying you don’t like my gifts?”

“of course i love your gifts, baby, i’m just saying you don’t wanna pay my dental bills when i get all the cavities that are bound to come.”

“fair,” he mumbled, “cavities are no fun. but let it be known i’d definitely pay your dental bills if things came to that.” and i’m definitely getting you chocolate this time too, hinted the cadence of his sentence.

“hmm… hey, baby, i can only see your forehead.” the camera had shifted slightly upward and you were already missing his face. damn.

you could hear his smile as he exhaled. “my bad,” and he tilted the phone back to its rightful place. “speaking of cavities, did you brush your teeth yet? i can’t have you falling asleep with bad breath.”

only because you loved him so much did you find his nagging cute, but you still weren’t moved enough to walk all ten steps to the bathroom. “it’s not like you’re here to sense it,” you grumbled.

“y/n, only one person in this relationship gets to be lazy and you and i both know that person is me.”

was your boyfriend allergic to being wrong? “fine,” you relented softly, “but then i’d better go charge my phone too. so call you tomorrow?”

“good girl.” askdfhgkjhl— “tomorrow it is.” jeonghan blew you a little kiss and you caught it in the air. “good night, my angel.” and he was off.

the rush of butterflies from talking to jeonghan helped you muster the energy to roll out of bed, brush your teeth, and charge your phone, but you didn’t expect it would last once you were tucked under the blankets. echoes of his good night, angel were running through your head without pause, taking up every corner and vowing to never leave.

even though you had been dating jeonghan for almost half a year, you still were somehow harboring the biggest crush on him imaginable. you felt more awake than you had the entire day, and suddenly thoughts that hadn’t passed by your mind before began to flow in:

i didn’t even ask what he was going to have for breakfast! what if he skips it like he did on monday last week?? wait, how was his hair parted? i can’t remember! is he going to shower before going to the salon? and is he going to the salon before going to the chocolate store? what’s the name of the store? whe—

this simply wouldn’t do. you had to call him back.

so you practically jumped out of bed, yanked your poor phone from its dear charger (17%? that’s plenty), and dialed the number at the top of your contacts list.

he picked up after 5 seconds — 5 seconds too late. “i’m back!” you exclaimed.

his eyes were wide with a blend of question and concern, but all of your concerns had washed away at the sight of him. he’s so pretty why is he so pretty he’s fucking gorgeous he’s the prettiest being on the planet his eyes hold the whole universe in them they’re so pretty ugh he’s so pretty he— “y/n?”

“mm?”

“w– it’s way past midnight, aren’t you tired?”

you beamed in response. “i was, but i just had to see you again because i completely forgot to ask what you’re having for breakfast and when you’re going to the salon and also when you’re going to the chocolate store and what’s it called an—”

“y/n, y/n, y/n,” he halted you gently. “while i’m thoroughly flattered that you missed me this much in the 20 minutes we weren’t on call, you really do need to sleep. we can always talk once you wake up, you know.”

“hannie, at this rate, i’m never gonna fall sleep,” you whined. “come on, baby, just for a minute? please?”

now it was his turn to go weak at the sight of your pleading eyes and the sound of your effortlessly sweet voice, tinged with the slightest hint of aegyo. “okay, baby,” he replied, trying to control his exhilaration.

“just for a minute.”

a/n: OBSESSED with hanni’s little line in asap, that’s the inspo for this in case you were wondering. also this is my first time ever writing, let alone posting something here, so hope you enjoy !!