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starlightlix · 2 years ago

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Feu D'Artifice

Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader (ft. Chan and Mingyu)

Synopsis: "The Robin Hood of street racing," Chan liked to call him. You had laughed in your friend's face when he first told you about Vernon, but when you actually met him, you couldn't help but be curious about what was behind that stoic façade and his rusted Toyota Celica.

Please note this particular fic focuses on another moment in time after Vernon and OC have met!

Genre: I'm not sure what to label this? Fluff? 😬 Hints of crack, the ending hints at angst. S2L, mild idiots-to-lovers, streetracer!Vernon, mechanic!reader, mechanic!Mingyu, streetracer! Chan, implied antagonist!Baekho

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of alcohol, clubbing, mild themes of misogyny, mildly suggestive(?) - they just kiss . . . also contains inaccuracies about cars and street racing (all I know is that it's illegal - kids please do not do illegal things okay? Y'all know better)

WC: ~4.2K

Permanent taglist: @sleeplessdawn @woozarts @wonuziex @sadkidwarexpert @rockwidthyou @jeonghanniehae95 @nanamioo @bibinnieposts

A/N: I write like I'm a frequent club goer lol, but promise I've only gone twice 😅 Let alone to one of those basement parties. Partially inspired by the 'Anyone' special choreography, partially inspired by Baekho's 'Festival In My Car' (yet I made the man the antagonist smh 😅). this is probably one of my favorite pieces in a while 😊 Some day, I'll flesh out this whole story of streetracer!Vernon, but for now, have this - I was too excited and deep in my Vernon feels and wanted to share it with you all. @aceofvernons LOOK AWAY - I'm inconsistent with my biases. . . wbk 😞��🏻

A purple neon light that once boldly stated ‘Joshua’s,’ flickered pitifully overhead– it was probably on its last few batteries. The wooden door to the parlor was seemingly intimidating despite how ordinary and beat up it looked; there was even a dent in the bottom right corner. One would think that a club this popular among street racers there would be a line snaking out the door and wrapping around the building. Yet, the streets were eerily empty, sans a few hobos making their way across the empty field across from the rundown brick buildings. The pebbled and broken pavement were damp from the sleet earlier today. There was an icy bite in the evening air that seemed to seep into every opening of his clothing and settle into his skin.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Vernon tucked his hands into the depths of his leather jacket, letting the cold air pierce his lungs as he tried to collect himself before knocking in code against the door as you had instructed. The memory of you leaning against his car with that grease-stained jumpsuit wrapped around your body and your arms folded across your chest was fresh in his mind. He remembered the way you had leaned over, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear, your sweet voice telling him, “It’s morse code for speed.” Your hands were already knocking softly against the metal of the hood of his car.

Vernon did not like to “go out” and “party” like other street racers. He did his duty on the streets, won his money, and went home. It was his routine and it was the promise he made himself. He vowed never to get involved in the social aspect of street racing. His mentor, Sohee, had told him, “that’s how you lose yourself in the game.”

Yet here he was, plain and in fact, he had come to the club for a girl.

Vernon didn’t like to be cliche, but he did honestly, think you weren’t just any girl.

You were different. You didn’t wear tiny skirts and shirts that barely covered your chest to the race tracks (sans the first night that you let Chan dress you so ill-tastefully). You opted for heavy boots and jeans instead; a bandana always donned your head to hold loose strands of hair back. You didn’t ask for attention from anyone, yet you still had an aura about you that commanded every street race you entered – no one dared question your expertise on their car (except for Vernon). You challenged authority (read: Baekho) and took shit from no one. More often than not, it has put you on people’s shit list – nonetheless, it didn’t seem to bother you.

To put it simply, Vernon’s interest was piqued and he knew if he wanted to know more about you, he’d have to go further than the race course to learn more.

“Vernon?” one of the bouncers said aghast, surprised to see the street racer at the club. His colleague slapped his shoulder, shooting him a warning look for letting Vernon’s name slip before he could think.

Vernon scanned the bouncers up and down. They looked vaguely familiar; probably another set of boys from the races that he didn’t know well, nor did he necessarily care to know well. Leaning against the door frame, his eyes lingered across the room: like the streets outside, it was also eerily empty. There was a short counter in the corner with a few bottles of alcohol lining the dusty shelves and two round and worn wooden tables in the center, a set of cards splayed in a game on one of them.

“The club?” Vernon turned back to them and asked simply.

“Shh!” the taller one hushed him, eyes wide. He ushered Vernon inside, while his friend secured the door. Vernon complied, wrinkling his brows together in confusion.

“You can’t just speak so openly about it,” he noted, “There are several of us down there – if the cops found out we’re all gathered in one place, easy bust.”

Vernon hummed in understanding. “Sorry – first time.”

The two friends exchanged looks; the shorter one widening his eyes and gesturing to the taller one to take him back. The latter shook his head silently; Vernon noted the sweat that broke out on his forehead. They seemed to be in a silent argument, oblivious to the fact that Vernon could see their struggle clearly despite the lack of words.

“Look, if it’s a problem that I’m here –”

“It’s fine, really,” the shorter one chuckled. He shot a glare at the taller one before flickering back to Vernon, a grin on his face. “I-I’ll take you down.”

“Alright,” Vernon shrugged.

Vernon followed him, pushing past the drapes that shielded the backroom that appeared to be some combination of a kitchen that was transformed into a storage room. Clearly, it hadn’t been used properly for the last couple of years as the stainless steel tables were stacked with boxes that had a few rusty car parts in it. The white deep porcelain sink was also stained brown – lord knows what has been poured down that drain.

“Coming?” the bouncer called.

Vernon looked up to see him holding open a door. He cocked his head to the side, noting how it was eerily dark beyond the threshold. Vernon could make out a few clinks of glass bottles and there was an echo of loud laughter, but nothing else: there was no bass of the music and no shrieks of joy.

Was this truly a club? Or had you set him up to be murdered?

He straightened his posture – he had to be on guard in case anything goes wrong. Vernon noted the newspaper covered windows and the door bolted shut in the opposite corner, presuming the way the slight wind whistled through it, it led outside as well.

“Well?” the bouncer urged, getting annoyed. “We don’t have all night.”

Silently, Vernon walked over and followed him down. Darkness surrounded them immediately as the door slammed shut; the only source of light was the flashing green and blue hues pooling at the bottom of the stairwell. Vernon paused momentarily, letting his eyes adjust before descending down the rickety stairs. He felt himself calm as he could feel the faint thump of a rhythmic drum vibrating underneath him.

When their feet landed on the cement, just yards away from the steeled entrance of the party, Vernon could already feel the various eyes of the people loitering outside on him. Bottles of beer stopped abruptly at their lips. Cigarettes placed between teeth but went unlit. The eyes of skimpily dressed women with too much eyeshadow on their lids lingered from their dates to the chestnut-haired man.

Vernon paid no mind though – he was here for you and you only.

“Right in there,” the short man pointed at a metal door. It was cracked open a notch. “Party ends at 2AM. Don’t get into fights and have fun.”

With that, he left Vernon alone, marching back up the stairs.

Sucking in another sharp breath, he tugged at the hem of his leather jacket before marching inside. Immediately, he was met with a crowd of people. Some sort of alcoholic drink in hand, they danced and jumped to the beat of fast bass, ignoring the way the gold color liquid sloshed out of the bottles and red cups and dripped onto the cement floor.

How was he supposed to find you amidst this?

“She doesn’t dance, but you’ll find her there somewhere. She’s always looking for ways to make money,” Vernon remembered Mingyu remarking.

The bar.

Walking along the edges of the dance floor, he kept his eyes peeled for you and any signs of a counter filled with liquor. He pushed past sweaty bodies grinding against one another and brushed off the manicured hands that landed on his biceps in an attempt to seduce him. He recognized several familiar faces amidst the crowds. Stella who wore different colored wigs to every race. Minhyun, the pretty boy who refereed the start and finish of each race. Cindy, Baekho’s younger sister who came rather infrequently to races, but she was hard to miss decked out in flashy designer outfits each time. Wonwoo, the fox-eyed and stoic man, who never talked much, but he was neither friend nor foe.

“Chwe!” Vernon heard a familiar voice call after him amidst the noise. He spun around to find Mingyu, the handsome, 187cm-man hard to miss, waving at him from afar. He was leaning against a counter, an amber-colored drink in his hand, and Chan sitting in a bar stool next to him.

Vernon nodded in reply and made his way over, weaving through the crowd.

Chan sniggered playfully, clapping Vernon’s shoulder. “Glad you could make it,” he shot Mingyu a sly look, “Though I assume it wasn’t for us.”

“Nah,” Vernon jokingly punched the younger’s shoulder, “You tweakin’.”

“Are we?” Mingyu closed one eye as if he was trying to match a target. He tipped his bottle towards Vernon, “Or are you?”

Vernon shook his head and looked away at your friends’ accusation; nonetheless, a grin growing on his lips at the hints of you being around.

“Where is she?” Vernon relented.

“And he indirectly admits it!” Chan raised his hands over his head in triumph.

Mingyu smiled into the tip of his bottle. He was silent, but the direction he was looking said it all. Vernon followed his line of sight to find you wiping down the opposite counter after a few guests had left to rejoin the party. Despite the rather plain outfit of jeans and a black t-shirt you had on compared to the others here, Vernon thought you looked pretty.

“Hi,” Vernon greeted you simply as he made his way over. He settled into the empty bar stool directly in front of you and leaned over the counter so you could better hear him.

You looked up from your line of cups. He noted the way you tried to keep a straight face, but failed when the right corner of your lips twitched up into a suppressed smile.

“You made it,” you noted, trying to feign cool.

He shrugged playfully. “Yeah, I’m here.”

You nodded, dipping your chin into your chest, gripping the ledge to prevent you from keeling over. You couldn’t stand looking at him for much longer, your knees growing weak, and you weren’t sure why. It’s not like he looked any different than he did from the races. He still wore his beat up red and black leather jacket with the black t-shirt tucked into his jeans. His hair was perfectly messy – unstyled, yet still stylish.

It was just Vernon.

But why did he make you queasy and dizzy all of a sudden.

“What do you wanna drink?” you asked.

“What do you have?” he asked in return.

“Beer, tequila, vodka, and Sprite,” you rattled off, “Ran out of diet Coke – our options are limited, on a budget.”

“Is it on-the-house?” Vernon replied.

You cocked a curious eyebrow at him.

“I could repay you in other ways.”

You chuckled at his attempt to flirt and waved him off. You opted for a Sprite for him, remember Chan saying something about Vernon not being the type to drink a lot. You scooped ice and sprayed the drink from the fountain into a red solo cup and slid it over to him.

“Seduction is not a pretty color on you,” you teased, before turning around to rearrange a few items on the metallic counter behind you.

“Oh c’mon,” he sipped on the fizzy drink, “That’s not what I meant.”

You threw him a look over your shoulder. “Oh yeah? Then what?”

“Dance with me.”

You turned around and leaned back, arms folded over your chest. “I’m working.”

“Ask Mingyu to cover for you like you did for him.”

“You dance?”

He hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, but he felt like liquid courage was coursing through his veins. The adrenaline of seeing you again made him feel bold and willing to try things he wouldn’t normally do.

“Here and there,” Vernon lied. He tilted his head coyly.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Nonetheless, Vernon could tell from the way you squirmed in your spot, he gave you an offer you couldn’t deny. He noted the way your eyes flickered over to your colleague resting on a white plastic bucket in the corner and pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth. You played with the hem of your navy blue apron wrapped around your waist, your fingers dancing along the loose tie. One pull and it’d come off, and you’d be his for the night.

“You didn’t invite me just so I could watch you work, did you?” Vernon tried when you didn’t answer.

“And if I did?”

You weren’t the jealous type – Vernon knew teasing you with the idea of dancing with other people wouldn’t bug you at all. If anything, it’d only deter you further, regretting inviting him out in the first place, and worse, perhaps never getting a chance to see you again. If he was honest, however . . .

“I’d have no reason to be here then,” he gave you one last soft smile and pushed himself off the bar stool. His heart beat erratically in his chest, his mind raced at all the possible outcomes of this tease. This was bold for him. Vernon didn’t flirt like this. He wasn’t the dauntless type, he didn’t play games with women – let alone anyone.

It wasn’t him, yet simultaneously it was.

If you weren’t going to keep him company, he wasn’t going to do the same for you either.

As he took his first step away, you came rushing to his side, hands wrapping around his forearm to stop him. He looked over, peering into your eyes, wondering if you could see the precariousness in his own right now.

“F-fine,” you stammered. With one pull of the loose string behind you, the apron became undone. You let go of him to catch the falling garment. “I-I’ll dance with you, just . . . give me a second.”

Your gaze lingered on him a second too long as you returned behind the counter and walked in the direction of your co-worker. Anyone could tell, you were nervous that the chestnut-haired boy would slip out of your grasp between now and the time you went back to him. You whispered something to your friend who shot you a sly smile when you finished before looking over at Vernon again. She nodded and ushered you to go on. Your eyes remained trained on him, the world surrounding you melting alway. It was only him and you. The crowd behind him blurred together into a colorful swirl, while the blue and green lights danced across his untainted skin. Mingyu’s and Chan’s whoops fell on deaf ears; you could only hear a ringing and your controlled breathing.

“Ready?” Vernon extended a hand towards you, dragging you out of your daze. The music grew louder again. You couldn’t help, but notice the envious eyes of the few women and men loitering behind him – and it’s as if he knew. “Eyes on me.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wiped your sweaty palms down your jeans before placing your fingers on his palm. He was quick to fold his fingers over yours, giving you one last reassuring squeeze and a lop-sided grin. Your gaze fell on your intertwined hands, his skin feeling cool against your hot ones. You wondered if he could see through your quiet facade, that inside your chest, it felt like the excitement of when you were little and someone lit a sparkler for you. The flames crackled in front of you, the naive belief that the sparkler would continue forever. A quiet moment passed between the two of you as you let all of it sink in.

Without a warning, Vernon tugged you onto the dance floor, the two of you being swallowed by the hoard of people. The rough sequin of someone’s dress scratched your arm, another set of dark-painted seductive eyes shot a wink in Vernon’s direction, someone’s hands skimmed across your forearm almost as if to stop you from going further. Amidst all the chaos, neither of you minded it, however.

Vernon was here for you, and you were here for him tonight.

Somewhere along the way, Vernon came to a stop. He had assumed he was somewhere in the middle of the dance floor and despite his best efforts to find clearing and some space where you could be comfortable, your sneakers were still toe-to-toe with one another. You peered up at him innocently, waiting for him to make a move, place his hands around your waist, spin you around and pin you flush to his back, or heck, kiss you even – but none of it ever came. He stood stiff as a sim character.

“You don’t know how to dance, do you?” you asked softly. He could hardly hear you.

“May have fibbed a little to get you to come out from behind that counter,” Vernon chortled.

A playful smile spreading across your face, your hands slinked up his forearms until you hit his elbows. You tugged them close towards your waist, then wrapping your hands around his rough fingers and gently setting them on your sides, as if to silently tell him it was okay to touch you. It was as if some other song other than the hype music was playing and you started slowly stepping side to side, wrapping your arms around his neck. Vernon planted his forehead on yours, watching the electricity spark in your eyes while the blue hues of the club engulfed you. Your lips were merely inches from each other – he could smell the spearmint gum you always chewed on your breath. Your breath hitched at the way he looked at you so intensely, yet with so much adoration. You hardly knew a thing about one another, but the way his eyes bore into yours felt as if you spent a whole century together.

Perhaps if it was possible, the sparklers in this lifetime with him would shimmer in the dark forever.

During street races, while waiting for a pair to finish their course, you always watched your surroundings out of boredom, waiting on the hood of Chan’s car with your red toolbox right beside you. When the crowd had thinned, half still at the start, the other half at the finish, everyone was always off doing their own thing to preoccupy themselves, including one another.

You didn’t like to think of yourself as “the other girl,” but felt like you were at these races. Spectators came with their faces caked with the latest Dior foundation and their lips painted with the classic shades of YSL lipstick. Your scuffed up steel-toed shoes were no match for their stilettos and thigh high boots. Not to mention, you were severely underdressed in your grease-stained jumpsuit that hung around your waist. The people here commanded attention and as suffocating as it was to you, they definitely got it.

You’ve seen them in the alleys of buildings. Their bare backs pressed up against the rough, cracked brick walls, a low-tier racer who had chosen them as prey for the night had their hands perched above their head, whispering sweet nothings into their ear before stealing kisses from their pouts. Sometimes, they would disappear into the night and not be seen until the next race, nestled in their new lover's arms.

Never in a hundred years did you think you’d find yourself in the same compromising position with Vernon, out of all people, tucked away in the dimly lit hallway of the club basement. His leather jacket was shrouded over your shoulders because you had complained about feeling cold earlier. He stood in front of you, leaning over on his forearm placed on the wall behind, chuckling as the two of you exchanged quiet words – they were nothing deep, nothing particularly sweet either, but he made your chest bubble in ways you didn’t know it could. Every time he let out that low chuckle that managed to seep through his sealed lips, his hazel eyes curving into crescents, you couldn't help but giggle in return.

Part of you hoped the vomit-green wall behind you would open up a portal and swallow you whole, unsure if your fragile heart could take all of this affection. You felt silly for being so love-drunk; it’s not like you grinded on him on the dance floor or took love shots when Chan and Mingyu urged the both of you to. Heck, Vernon hadn’t done anything more than placing his hands on your waist. Yet here you were, giddy like a teenager holding hands with their crush for the first time.

It was embarrassing.

The other part of you wanted to stay and see where this would go. Would you ever know his life beyond the four walls of his beat-up, gray 2002 Toyota Celica? Neither of you were drunk and you were both well-aware of your decisions tonight, though perhaps blind to the consequences to come. It was never said, but you knew you both were curious about this, whatever it was between the two of you. The light teases, the off-beat slow dance to the fast-paced song, the shared giggles for no reason whenever you caught one another’s eyes, the stupid stories made up while people-watching, this cliche moment right now – selfishly, you wanted it all.

“This is a stupid question,” Vernon mumbled, he fiddled with the zipper of his leather jacket, flipping it up and down in hopes of the cool metal would calm his nerves. His eyes flickered back up to you. “But, um,” he let out a breathy chortle. His expression didn’t quite match his laugh though – he looked rather confused as he squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Can I . . . can I kiss you?”

Unconsciously, you drew your lips in between your teeth and peered up at him innocently, heat coloring your cheeks. The cold seeping through the basement window behind you was not enough to cool your hot skin. All you could hear was your own blood rushing in your ears and suddenly, he seemed like he was too far from you - you were scared.

Pressing his lips into a tightline he shook his head in embarrassment. “It’s too soon – I shouldn’t have, sorry,” he pushed himself off the wall. He lifted his foot off the ground, ready to take a step backwards to give you space.

Before you could stop yourself, your hand shot out and grabbed onto the front of his black t-shirt to stop him from moving away. You took him by surprise at your eagerness, noting the way you tugged at the fabric, not caring that you were stretching out the cotton.

“Um,” he hummed as he settled back into his position close to you.

“You can,” you finally answered his question breathlessly.

He nodded once and planted his palms on either side of your face, letting out a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you repeated after him.

Your heart was beating out of control at this point. If you were to faint in his arms right here, you wouldn’t be surprised. You stared at him, eyes wide, your gaze lingered across the sharps and curves of his features, noting every lash to the divots of his acne scars on his cheeks from puberty to the slight bump in his nose bridge. Your eyes finally landed on his pink lips, now glossy after he’d swipe his tongue over it.

“Um . . .” you hesitated, when he hadn’t made a move yet. Were you doing something wrong?

“S-sorry, I just don’t usually do these kinds of things,” Vernon stumbled.

You let out an equally nervous chuckle, “Same.”

“I just,” he dipped his head in to move closer, the tip of his nose bumping ever so slightly into yours, “Go for it,” he inhaled deeply, “Right?”

You blinked a few times, finally opting to let your lids fall shut and inhaled just as deeply. “Right.”

“Okay,” you heard him mumble. He must’ve moved in even closer now as you could feel the vibration of his words against your skin. You could feel the tickle of his lips grazing against yours, the slightest hesitation in his breathing to move in and seal the kiss. Contrary to your own, his eyes were still peeled open, looking for any signs of uncertainty and that you didn’t want this anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, he found that you seemed rather impatient for this kiss to happen. He noted the way your shoulders were stiff, hands squeezed by your side and your fists balled up in anticipation. There was a small droop in the space between your brows as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter.

“Cute,” was the last word you heard him say before he pressed his lips against yours.

It was no longer the sensation of sparklers that shone in the dark in the visions behind your closed eyelids and tingled up and down your skin, but rather fireworks. There was a zap in your lips, satisfied but hungry for more. Though his thumbs gently brushed against your cheeks, each touch felt like 100 joules electrifying your skin. It burned, but it was euphoric.

However, with every evening of celebratory fireworks, came a hazy morning filled with residual smoke.

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starlightlix · 2 years ago

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sweet nothing ; chwe hansol

genre - non-idol au, friends to lovers, forced proximity kind of

wordcount - 2.0k

disclaimers - not proofread, lowercase on purpose, reader's gender not specified, fic under the cut

a/n - this is partially a continuation of my last fic, question...?, its not like directly connected but reading that one would make little parts of this one make more sense! this one is also loosely based off of a taylor swift song, that song being sweet nothing from her new album. vernon and taylor is very special to me. i hope u enjoy! this is just a self indulgent fluff fic (aka most of what i write anyways). if you guys like this i might make an svt x midnights kind of series thing, im not sure if thats something anyone would be interested in but either way i hope u enjoy this one ^^

since your friendship rekindling, you and vernon had spent more and more time together with every week. he practically lived with you for a week or two. you both enjoyed having each others company, and were both eager to catch up and learn new things together. movie nights, 2am walks, baking (and burning) cookies. it was as if you had never lost any time.

in your reunition, you both agreed to try to steer away from romance for a little while. you both didnt want to rush into things, and just wanted to focus on re-befriending each other first. in the moment, it seemed like a great idea. and it was. except for during the overtly domestic moments you two spend together.

one rainy night while you were both watching movies in the comfort of your living room, you weren’t exactly focused on the movie. you were doing everything in your power to not constantly look at vernon. he was beautiful. like, beautiful. you glanced over at him from your opposite side of the sofa, his eyes locked into the tv and his features relaxed. seeing him made you feel warm. he made you feel like home. seeing him in this light reminded you of being in high school and staying up way later than you should have on school nights.

you two were always the pair that everyone assumed would grow old together. everyone thought you were bound to be the high school sweethearts who remained sweethearts. in high school, you both were adamant about the fact that you were just friends. albeit, you always wanted more, but youd never dare to tell vernon that. little did you know, he wouldve scooped you up at the first opportunity. you were always comfortable with your friendship. that being said, you both did drunkenly kiss at a couple parties. but that was ‘forgotten’ by morning.

as the end credits rolled on the tv, you got up and made your way to your bedroom in order to stop yourself from falling completely head over heels in love with vernon. you were convinced that five more minutes on that couch with him would have driven you to insanity. you run your fingers through your hair and plug your phone in, anything to keep your mind busy. you sit down at your desk, running your fingers along the small items that take up space there. your eyes fixate on a small rock. you pick it up and roll it around in your palm. vernon always had a habit of giving you simple things that caught his eye, even when you were kids. its nice to know that some things never change.

you lay the rock back down in its place on your desk as you stand up and head back out into the main part of your apartment. vernon is sitting in his same position on the couch, scrolling on his phone. you yawn and sit back down, browsing the different movies and tv shows on netflix. you feel vernons eyes on you as you yawn again. “are you tired? we can just go to bed you know.” you try to play it off and act like youre not tired but yet another yawn proves you wrong. vernon laughs and stands up, folding the blanket that was in his lap and placing it back down onto the sofa. he stretches his arms over his head, and you practically have to peel your eyes away from watching his shirt trail up his stomach, revealing a thin strip of skin above the waistband of his sweatpants.

you both make your way to bed, vernon retreating to the guest bedroom that he had basically made his home for weeks. with small smiles and a mumbled ‘goodnight’, you both head off to bed. you flick the switch on your bedside lamp as you crawl into bed and scroll on your phone. in the silence, you hear the rain outside begin to pick up more. then follows the thunder. the lightning of the storm illuminates your room, and before long the entire apartment is drained of light. usually if the power goes out, it comes back on within the minute. but you wait for what seems like forever, and nothing. you never were scared of the dark, but power outages always make the hair stand up on the back of your neck. you sit up in your bed and turn on the flashlight on your phone, filling the room with enough light for you to see. you quickly send a text to vernon and await his response.

y/n : are you awake?

vern :P : yeah, the storm kept me awake. why arent you asleep?

y/n : i was on my phone, but now im kind of spooked because of the power outage and cant sleep :/

vern :P : come to my room, even just until the power comes back on

you meekly make your way out into the hall, quietly pushing your bedroom door shut behind you. as you open the door to the guest bedroom, your phone flashlight fills the room. vernon is laying in the bed with the blanket pulled up to his chest, and you catch a glimpse of his bare shoulders. he pulls the blanket back and invites you in, and you happily oblige. its nice and warm under the covers, so you settle in next to vernon. you face each other in bed, exchanging smiles in the dark. after a moment, you feel yourself drifting off. a chill runs down your body, which signals vernon to move in closer. you feel his breath warm against your forehead as his arm wraps around your waist, tugging you even closer to his body. you hope you can melt fully into his touch. the place on your waist where his arm lays feels as though it is about to burst into flames. in a final effort to hide your bright red cheeks and ears, you bury your face into his neck. even though he wouldnt have been able to see your blush in the dark, he feels the warmth of your face against his skin anyways. but he’ll let you believe you were being discrete.

you wake up to the streaks of light coming in through the window. you shift to your back, picking up your phone to check the time. 8:04am. vernon stirs in his sleep and wraps both arms around your torso, squeezing you close to his body. you smile to yourself as you run your arms around his neck and settle back into the bed. as you drift back into sleep, you swear you feel a small kiss pressed to your temple. you both wake up a couple hours later, bodies intertwined and breaths shared. vernon hovers over you as he reaches for his phone and you look up at him as his hair falls around his face. when he settles back down next to you, you reach for your own phone. you both lay in silence before you swing your legs over the side of the bed and get up. vernon makes a noise of disapproval as you stand up and turn to face him. he pouts as you laugh at his mannerisms.

“where are you going?” he drops his phone on the mattress and turns to face you entirely. “vernon its 11am, we have to get up at some point.” you say as you chuckle. he slowly reaches over and grabs the hem of your shirt, causing you to lose your balance and land back in the bed with him. he has a satisfied smile on his face as he tucks his face into your neck. you cant help but smile as you run a hand through his hair, which makes him shiver. you both sit like that for a few minutes before vernon obliges and lets you get ready for the day. at that point, you just wanted to lay with vernon forever. but you knew that wasnt an option.

vernon has to go home for some things that day, so you decide to work on some assignments that you have coming up. you spend all day in your office, working away and listening to music. you dont realize how long youve been working until vernon lightly taps on your office door, startling you slightly. you pause your music as you turn towards him. he smiles at your slightly shocked but happy face. “i brought us food, i know youve had a long week.” your heart feels warm at the kind gesture. “oh vern youre the best. let me finish up this paper and ill be right out okay?” he nods with a kind smile as he turns away back to the kitchen. you try to finish the assignment as quick as you can so you can spend more time with vernon. finally clicking the submit button, you turn off your computer and head out to the kitchen.

as you get closer to the kitchen, you hear a quiet humming meeting your ears. as you stand in the doorway, you encounter the source of the tune. vernon stands at the fridge, humming the tune of a song you dont recognize. he doesnt realize youre in the room yet, so you stand and observe him. he has to crouch to see into your fridge, hes taller now than he was when you saw him last. you smile to yourself. you cant believe how lucky you are, to be reunited with the person you never thought youd see again. as youre staring fondly, he closes the fridge door and stands up. he jumps slightly when he notices you, but he smiles after. seems you were both scaring each other today. you giggle as you step closer to him and he pulls you into his arms. you both sway back and forth in the dimmed kitchen lights. this is love. platonic or romantic, it doesnt matter. its love. he rests his cheek on top of your head as you close your eyes and sink into his chest. you stand in silence before he breaks it. “wanna go turn on another movie while we eat?” you nod and break away to the sofa.

you both spend 5 minutes trying to find a good movie to watch before you start eating. it was always a tradition between you two, you couldnt start a meal until you both settled on a movie or tv show to watch. you both finally found the perfect movie, so you were able to start with your meal. after you both finished eating, you realized there was only one blanket left on the sofa. you glance at each other before vernon unfolds it and pats his chest, signalling you to share the blanket with him. obviously you take his offer. you lay your head on vernons chest, legs intertwined and the sound of his heartbeat playing in your ear like its your favourite song. he runs his fingers through your hair, and all of a sudden the movie is no more. you turn to lay on your stomach and look into vernons eyes. you see his eyes flicker down to your lips, the same way they did that night at the party when you met each other again for the first time in years. you lean in first this time, tenderly kissing him in the tv light. you feel him pull you closer as he deepens the kiss. when you both pull away, breathless, we gives you one more kiss on the forehead as you lay your head back onto his chest and slowly drift off to sleep. when he thinks youre asleep, vernon whispers “i love you” into your hair. you smile as you quietly say “i love you too” without opening your eyes to see his reaction.

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starlightlix · 2 years ago

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question...? ; chwe hansol

genre - non-idol au, reunited, childhood best friends, friends to lovers

wordcount - 2.3k

disclaimers - mention of alcohol, lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, reader gender not specified, fic under the cut

a/n - hiiiiii here is a small vern fic loosely based on question...? from taylor swift's new album :P mainly just the chorus. hope u enjoy yippeeeee

you laughed at daisy as she used her hairbrush as a microphone while she sang along to her music in the mirror. sitting on her bed watching her get ready was always your pre-party ritual. she was invited to a halloween party that one of her friends was throwing at their frat house, which was something you would never find yourself even considering if it weren’t for daisy. its not that you were sheltered or a homebody, you just found yourself not fully immersing into the party scene. but, a party here or there with daisy always proved itself to be a good idea. mostly.

daisy focused intently on her face in the mirror as she worked hard trying to draw skeleton makeup. whereas you just simply put together some clothes you already had and decided to be a baseball player. you had suggested she take the easy route and just match with you, but she had apparently practiced her skeleton makeup all week. you had no idea where she found the time to do this between all of her classes, but her art degree does tie in to her halloween costume in some degree. you dramatically flopped back onto her bed as daisy’s playlist transitioned between songs.

“who’s even going to this party anyways?” you didnt look up from your phone as you awaited her response. “well you know soonyoung. him and a bunch of his friends are in a frat. they throw parties all the time but the holiday ones are always better anyways.” you had met soonyoung briefly before through daisy. she met him in one of their shared courses. they were, in your opinion, the closest you could get to two of the same exact people. with their shared interests, senses of humour, and basically identical personalities, they were bound to be best friends. “oh, and his friends are really hot. like, really hot. maybe we’ll find you a man tonight?” she put the cap on her eyeliner pencil and stepped back from the mirror, admiring the final product. you rolled your eyes playfully and sat up. “why are you so obsessed with me finding a man? youre single too, remember.” you gave her an accusatory look, but she just brushed you off. “for me its different. how does this look?” she posed as you gave her a small clap for her hard work. you both laughed as you got up and started gathering everything and getting ready to leave.

you swore you could feel the music as you pulled onto the street of the frat house. the windows were ablaze with rainbow lights streaming out, and halloween decorations flooding the entire outside. there were cars lined down the street, and daisy pulled up behind one a couple houses down the street. she checked her makeup in the car mirror before turning the car off and gathering her things. you shoved your phone and house keys into your pocket as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, waiting for daisy to join you. walking in front of her car, she flashed you a smile as you both headed into the party.

the music blared as you opened the door. the party wasn’t totally packed, but it was a moderate amount of people. daisy greeted people youd never seen as she waded through the crowd to either find soonyoung or the drink table, whichever came first. although the party wasnt extremely packed, it was easy to lose daisy. but it always was. she had a habit of randomly disappearing at parties. part of you began to believe it was her plan all along, basically forcing you to meet new people and make new friends. you looked away for a second and when you looked back, she was gone. so, you might as well just venture off on your own. you managed to find the drink table before she did, so you mixed yourself a drink and tried to seek out someone you may know. daisy introduces you to her friends and classmates often, but finding the people you remember begins to prove itself to be harder than you once thought.

you turn a corner and collide directly with the chest of someone slightly taller than you are. the stumble leads to your drink spilling all over your shirt. you laugh awkwardly as the person you bumped into apologizes profusely. you glance up and see a guys face hidden behind a masquerade mask. he mumbles something about helping and lightly holds your wrist, dragging you through the crowd. you follow him blindly through a hallway and into one of the rooms in the house, assuming its his bedroom. so he must be one of soonyoungs friends? you dont get much time to react before he lays a plain white t-shirt in your hands. even behind the mask, you can see the sympathetic look on his face. “it might ruin the purpose of your costume but.. at least you won’t have to be all sticky?” you both laugh at the unintentional innuendo of what he said, but you thank him lots before finding a vacant bathroom and sneaking in to change into the mystery man’s shirt.

you keep replaying his words in your head. more specifically his laugh. while you cant quite put a finger on it, he sounds too familiar to leave it to a simple coincidence. as you look in the mirror wearing his shirt, a lightbulb flickers on in your mind. is mystery man… not a mystery at all?

“stop!”

you were breathless from laughing. your stomach was in stitches as you collapsed onto the floor of vernon’s room. he had been doing the same stupid impression of your history teacher that always made you laugh. he knew just the thing to cheer you up after anything happened. he lays down on the floor next to you. you turn your head towards him as he pulls you closer and you lay your head on his chest. he runs an arm up and down your back as you both lay on the worn down carpet in silence.

being with vernon was effortless. he cared about you more than he cared about anyone else, even himself. he’d do anything to see you smile, and proved this daily. vernon gave you a comfort that you’d never felt with anyone else. so when he found out that his family were moving across the country in your last year of high school, he had to find the best way to tell you. he wanted to be the person who always made you happy, how could he cause you this sadness?

vernon cleared his throat as he spoke. “i have to tell you something. i wish i didn’t, but i know that it’s better to tell you sooner than later.” as he said this, you sat up and furrowed your brows as you looked down at him. and that’s when he broke the news. you tried to remain strong but you knew that you couldn’t hold it in forever. you cried into vernons shoulder as he promised the two of you would stay in touch.

and you did. for a couple months. after that, school for both of you got busier and then you had to worry about university and your following careers. all the things you had both planned to do together, you had to navigate on your own. it was hard. but you made it. both of you made it.

you had never expected to run into vernon again. especially not like this. did he remember you? or did he just do this favour for you out of the kindness of his own heart? at this point, it had been 4 years since you and vernon were last in contact. standing in the bathroom, you kept replaying the moment in your mind over and over again. the laugh. vernon’s laugh. having to explain this to someone, you set out to find daisy as soon as possible. you ended up finding her in the kitchen speaking to someone, and you gave them a quick smile as you dragged her away into the bathroom you had just left.

“i have a situation.” you gave her a serious look, but she was just confused. and a little tipsy. she tilted her head, as if signaling you to continue with more of your story. “you remember me telling you about vernon right? my high school best friend, had crazy feelings, probably would have dated if he didn’t move away in our last year of high school?” daisy nodded along, still not understanding where you were going with all of this. “well hes here. in this frat. at this party.” and this is where daisy finally got caught up. she was taken aback, but then excitement took over. “oh my god are you serious? did he remember you? are you guys gonna live happily ever after? did he faint when he saw how hot you are now?” maybe she was a bit more than tipsy. you put your hands on her shoulders to steady her and explain how you had barely spoken to him, so you had no way of knowing if he actually remembered you or not. she obviously was adamant that you go find him immediately and rekindle your old flame. the thought made you nervous, but the idea of the regret if you didn’t do it outweighed your nervousness. daisy gave you a pep talk before disappearing into the sea of people, leaving you to take some deep breaths and follow after her.

as you’re making your way back to the drink table, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. as you turn around, you’re met with the same silver masquerade mask, this time holding two red solo cups. he holds one out, and you take it with a smile. “it only felt right, since i kind of catapulted your other one all over you.” you laughed as you took a sip. “oh wow, this is really good, thank you so much.” he chuckles and you both make eye contact, which lingers for a split second longer than it typically should. it feels as though you can see the moment of realization in his eyes as it finally clicks in his mind. his eyes brighten.

“no way… it’s really you?” you both laugh as he brings you in for a tight hug. as he pulls away, he takes the mask off of his face. wow. vernon was always handsome, but something about him now was breathtaking. you basked in him, as he looked you up and down. his eyes finally met your lips, before slowing trailing up your face and gazing into your own eyes. he looked stunned. you weren’t exactly the epitome of fashion, in your knee high baseball socks and backwards hat. but to him, you were the one thing missing from his life. he leans in closer as you take a step towards him. “i know this might be too soon, but can i kiss you?” you slyly smile as you stretch up to meet him and say, “more like not soon enough.”

you felt like your entire body was melting into vernons arms. you were the only two people in your world. nothing else in the room mattered. in the distance, you could hear laughing and cheering from someone you could only assume was daisy. you both pulled away, breathless. for the rest of the night, you were attached at the hip. vernons arm around your waist, hands intertwined, you clinging to vernons arm, you never left each other’s side. something told you that you couldn’t let the other go again. as the night went on, you started to get tired and tried to find daisy to see if she was ready to go home. as you walked into the kitchen, you saw daisy sitting on the counter with soonyoung standing in front of her. as you tried to stabilize your vision, you realized that they were making out. called it.

you returned to where vernon was sitting on the couch and told him you would have to wait until they were… done… before you could go home. “i could bring you home.” vernon immediately stood up and headed to his room to get his keys. you followed behind. “are you sure? i know its out of your way, i can just wait.” he shook his head as he passed you the bag with your clothes from earlier in it. you give him an appreciative smile as you follow him outside into his car. you input your address into the gps as vernon sets up his music. the ride over is filled with the two of you catching up, telling stories about university and what you’ve been up to since you last saw each other.

pulling into your apartment complex, you didn’t want the night with vernon to end. as he parked his car, you gave him a sweet look. “walk me up to my apartment?” he takes his keys out of the ignition. “i thought you’d never ask.” you both walk into your apartment building as you lead vernon to your apartment. when you reach your door and you unlock the door, vernon stands with his hands in his pockets as you turn back around to look at him. you pause for a moment, before breaking the silence.

“sleepover? for old times sake?”

he gives you the biggest smile and wraps an arm around your waist as he follows you inside.

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starlightlix · 2 years ago

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phases

pairing: vernon chwe x reader

genre: angst-ish, fluff, rollercoaster of emotions tbh, reader is dense af

summary: falling in love with his best friend was never on vernon’s list of things to do. no matter how many times you’ve played with his emotions whether or not it’s intentional, he knows his heart will always run back to you.

warning: drinking, cussing, grown up stuff LOL nothing too explicit tho

a/n: bestie vibes only!!! sike vernon is a big softie for you in this. based off the song ‘phases’ i hope u guys enjoyy

“Dude.. Hello? Are you alive?” a voice above you spoke

Your eyes were shut but you definitely heard the muffled voice coming from above you. A pounding headache struck your head before you could even fully regain consciousness and come to your senses. You put your hand up to feel where the voice was coming from, “Too loud,” you grumbled as you turned back around and put a pillow over your head. Where did the pillow even come from? Where were you even? Thoughts raced through your head before you finally opened your eyes and sat up. You looked around and noticed you were definitely not in your own home. It caused you to panic at first but you decided to pay more attention and suddenly realized you had been at your friend Mingyu’s house.

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starlightlix · 2 years ago

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the method || h.js

pairing: actor!joshua x actress!reader

summary: taking method acting to the next level

a/n: this was originally posted on my tom holland blog ( @wazzupmrstark )

warnings: swearing, smut (18+) additional warnings under the cut

word count: 4k

masterlist + ko-fi

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starlightlix · 2 years ago

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seventeen fic recommendations

here are some vv good fics that i’ve read this yearrr ♡

(includes : fluff, smut. and angst)

*adding more recs soon

S.COUPS

hello tutorial - @97-liners

remind me - @milfgyuu

very nice - @venerex

untitled - @hoshiitakes

6:29 am - @ksywoo

i hate laundry day - @bluehoodiewoozi

tomorrow tonight - @cheolbooluvr

first date - seungcheolownsmyheart

rooting for you - @svtntntn

habits - @svtntntn

fling - @leejihoonownsmyheart

gameboy - @leejihoonownsmyheart

to teach your heart - @hyucks-rose

what’s mine is yours - @meowonwoos

goodnight my love - @cherriscoups

JEONGHAN

first - @husbandhannie

we get along infamously - @seungkwansphd

game over - @februaryflowers

the love you find - @joonlery

chocolate kisses - @writeformesinpie

17:27 - @wonwoonlight

JOSHUA

untitled - @synthetickitsune (f)

envy - @berriesandjunnie

oceans and engines - @renjunphile

wildest dreams - @viastro

and what if we kiss? - @pepperonidk

vanilla - @milfgyuu

JUN

my burning heart (wont listen to me) - @adi–writes

cuddling - @sweetiesicheng

trendsetter - @hyucks-rose

HOSHI

make me feel - @secndlife

15. things you said with too many miles in between us - @piscispd

bluff and nonsense - @thepixelelf

these endless summer nights - @blossom-hwa

untitled - @husbandcheol

i may have lost it - @wonwoonlight

diagnose him - @by-tea

2:00 am - @ksywoo

just a moment with you - @husbandhoshi

worth it - @fallinnflower

love hard - @wondernus

squish - @wooahaes

WONWOO

knock on your door - @97-liners

lucky! - @97-liners

when i’m with you - @ponkwan

dreaming of you - @juyeoniemyhoney

love in the rain - @viastro

nostalgia diner - @writeformesinpie

present hauntings - @wonwussy

unnamed - @shuatm

WOOZI

yearning (smau masterlist) - @jihoonotes

live - @wondernus

fried rice - @husbandhannie

my heart has gone to you - @rubyreduji

warm me up - @ponkwan

one spring rain - @viastro

if you call me - @starsstuddedsky

MINGYU

captivating - @yeostars

corn-y - @husbandhannie

mission success - @13monthsago

mingyu as a first time dad - @jjkgyu

a helping hand - @idyllic-ghost

1:02 am - @heartkyeom

we don’t usually hold hands - @gyukult

new rules - @leejihoonownsmyheart

it’s all fun and games - @dontflailmenow

hot or cold - @jjuniehao

THE8

motivation or distraction? - @by-tea

SEUNGKWAN

goodnight - @by-tea

11:50 pm - @ksywoo

untitled - @yv17

VERNON

operation: hot girl summer - @shuaflix

ink, linework, and a cup of coffee - @berriesandjunnie

five ways to say i love you - @taeyun

the soulmate service - @dkfile

highest walls, strongest armour - @soonsluv

say you love me (i love you) - @viastro

chopsticks - @husbandhannie

avocado-flavored kiss - @kabira

by hook or by cross - @kabira

DINO

scored - @leejungchans

pansy - @thepixelelf

worth a shot - @milfgyuu

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operation: hot girl summer

PAIRING ▸ vernon chwe x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

WORD COUNT ▸ 4,890 words

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

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

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

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

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

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❝ ink, linework and a cup of coffee ❞

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° synopsis are recommended tattoo artists always this hot? ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° genre & tags fluff / tattoo artist!vernon / vernon with tattoos<3 / the personification of reader is old enough to receive tattoos! / mutual pining? / warning for needles mentioning regarding receiving a tattoo & a lil blood (tattoos are fresh wounds) / also tattooed chan LMAO / reader recently had a breakup / light swearing ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° pairing vernon x afab!reader ┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° w.c 2.2k words

┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ ° author’s note idea dedicated to the amazing @mythicalamphitrite ilysm and i hope this lives up to expectations sigh

˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ now loading… enjoy! ꒱ ₊˚ˑ༄

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starlightlix · 2 years ago

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suddenly feeling very shy around one of my fav moots now :/

#i’m so sorry bestie

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starlightlix · 2 years ago

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With Intention

Pairing: fwb!vernon x gn!reader

Genre: smut with some plot

Word count: 1.9k

tags: pining, top!vern, possessive vernon, teasing vernon, jealous vernon, cocky vernon, third wheel!Jun, unprotected sex, hickies, pearl necklace

Summary: There was no room for feelings when you weren't exclusive, but Vernon couldn't let you walk upright when he knew it in his gut that couldn't be anyone else's but his.

author note: for my beloved xan. I definitely needed this vernon inspo. i lub you beloved, IM SORRY MY BANNER IS ASS :') @aceofvernons

This was the 56th night that you slept over, not like Vernon was counting. You roll onto your established side of his bed and let out a soft moan, letting the twenty-something-year-old man wake up at around 4 am in the middle of the night. He glances towards your exposed back, invitingly glaring back at him, hesitating to reach out and embrace you from behind. Ultimately, he refrains and keeps his hands to himself.

Friends with benefits was not a new concept to him. He had developed previous relationships in the past with ease, all ending due to reasons like college transfers or moving on to relationships. Never did he expect to walk on eggshells in another situation like it.

You were the one to approach him as many have, but you were the only one to be a complete stranger to him upon the offer. Your only reason is that you found him insanely attractive and that you would love to show him a good time. Vernon, flattered, took advantage of your advances and the first night was like most that he spent accompanied. You were better than most people he’s slept with so it became reoccurring, lasting longer than any relationship he’s ever had, even the serious ones.

Never in the time he’s been alive did he feel lingering thoughts of someone he had no intention of committing to. You made him second-guess his own actions. Even if you hadn’t chosen to spend the night, you still would've been the last person he’d think about. You’d be the first person and last person he’d want to talk to in bed. Every afterthought he had involved you.

You slightly shudder, feeling a draft in your slumber and Vernon instinctively pulls up the blanket, closing the gap between both your bodies. His arm drapes over your naked body and his nose presses against the nape of your neck. He tries to be careful to not breathe heavily in hope of you not waking up, but in turn, he basks in your scent. Okay, he’ll let himself have this one thing.

The next day went about mostly normal. You had an early class so you couldn’t say long besides have a bite of breakfast and that’s when you mentioned how you probably wouldn’t be seeing him for the rest of the week. His eyes look up from his scrambled eggs to ask why as he forks through the remaining absent-mindedly.

“I have a date this week,” You answered with a full mouth.

“A date?”

He should’ve expected sooner or later. The was no reason for you to hold back for his sake. If you wanted to go on this date, it was up to you, not to him. He remains solemn, offering only curt nods as you went into details. Once you were finished, you picked up your stuff and give him your leave, the image of you and some random third party on a date. It left a bitter taste in his mouth.

However, he couldn’t let that thought be the reason he changed the trajectory of how he lived his life. That day he goes to his regularly scheduled classes. He meets the friends he was used to seeing every day. He eats the same foods. He does nothing different than he normally would. Nothing but one thing.

You stuck out from the corner of his eye, smiling and walking side by side with a man he didn’t even recognize. His gaze shifts ever so slightly in the path you walk, gripping his cotton sweats, half listening to whatever Seungkwan and Chan were bickering about. He couldn’t get the way you laughed out of his head, smiling at the stranger and gradually leaving his line of vision.

He had no right to involve himself. You and Vernon were two entirely separate entities. You have no bind, no reason for Vernon to have any problem with this. Yet, here he was getting up from the picnic table. His friends were initially startled but questioned nothing seeing as their friends has already set their sights. One foot over the other trodding in your path which you took, speed walking faster than he has ever sped walked. His hand was on your shoulder before he could stop himself.

You peer over your shoulder, pleasantly surprised with Vernon. “Oh, hey! I didn’t expect to see you. What’s up?”

The man beside you subtly shifts his expression but quickly adjusts to the situation. This gave Vernon some relief, unbeknownst to the truth, and gave you a slightly confident grin. “I saw you from over there and thought I’d say hi.”

“I’m just out,” You shrug, and you tug your acquaintance’s arms, “This is Jun. Jun, this is Vernon.”

Vernon nods at the guy nonchalantly and Jun reciprocates.

“Well, I’ll let you be, but before you leave,” He leans over too close to your ear, lips almost making with your skin, and whispers in the most taunting tone of voice, “Let’s see what job I have to finish after you’re done with this guy.”

Your eyes shoot out of your sockets, blinking at him before watching him walk away in a confident stride. You stood speechless briefly, before returning to your Jun, having not expected such a thing to happen in the middle date. “Sorry about that. Where were we?”

Vernon was for once feeling a sense of pride knowing that this ‘Jun’ was aware of his existence and would start feeling threatened. He goes about his day, knowing that you’d be thinking about what he said all day. An hour or so later, like clockwork, your messages flood his inbox. In the comfort of his apartment, he slouches in his armchair and texts back with smug grin.

You: what was that about?

Vernon: um? What

You: you said that thing earlier? What exactly was that?

Vernon: what did I say

You: you’re so doing this on purpose. I can't believe you

Vernon: why are you so bothered by what you said

You: its

You take a beat.

You: its unlike you

Vernon: what makes you say that

You: you don’t say those kinds of things. If I knew any better, I’d think you were jealous.

Maybe he was acting jealous. Perhaps it was because of the months you’ve slept together, it looked just wrong to see you just move past that. It was natural to feel a bit territorial with someone like that.

Vernon: I just know, at least with me, I can guarantee you an orgasm

You take another beat.

You: you better be stripped down to your boxers the second I’m at your place.

It was fortunate you only live a building over. In under ten minutes, Vernon hears knocking at his door and he greets you with a bare torso and the same pair of sweats, hinting his anticipation beneath. You pant, clutching the door frame. “I said to be only in your underwear, didn’t I?”

“I thought you’d like the pleasure of taking it off yourself.”

He reaches out for your arm and tugs you by the wrist, while you shut the door behind you. Your body collides with his in an instant and his arms collapse around you seamlessly. Your hands creep up the back of his head and lace through his hair, your lips fitting his like pieces to a puzzle. You feel that rare, devious smile form on his lips, and before you know it, you’re half naked in his lap on the sofa.

Your legs draping over his lap and his hands squeezing at your ass over your underwear. He clutches you like you’re his, his soft grunts drowning out your gasps. His tongue paves way in your mouth when you start to feel his fingers slip underneath the fabric, your arousal slick and vicious. Your eyes flutter as grows rough with every stroke, his hips twitching up and down, the hard-on poking into you.

“You’re such a tease…” You say in hushed whispers.

“I think you deserve a little tease, personally.” he chuckles.

You shift over his body to straddle him, rolling your hips down on his erection harshly, “Speak for yourself. Don’t play dumb like you dont know what you did to me today.”

“I think you and I both know he can’t offer what I can.”

You scoff. “Why so confident all of a sudden? Why now?”

“Because you know I’m right.”

He lifts you from briefly, tugging off his sweatpants so they’d fall to his ankles, peeling off his boxers soon after. You read him immediately and held his full length in your hand, heart pounding out of your cheat. “We’re not gonna talk about this civily?”

“You lost that opportunity when you told me to strip down.”

Vernon takes the initative to hold either end of your underwear, ripping its seams to give him easy access. You shriek at him immediately softening when you feel him push inside you, bouncing your ass repeatedly in his lap. Your mouth ajar and eyes close, adjusting to his size. Either of your hands land on his shoulders, pressing up against him for balance.

Your breathing uneven and your body shaking, you whimper into the nape of his neck, cuss words invading Vernons ear canal. His nails marks the flesh of your ass, pounding you harder against him, groaning at the sensation. You come to his aid by pushing your weight against him. Your lips ghost over his in the weakest pants, clenching around him. He pushes your hair from out of your eyes, kissing you from your chin to down your jaw, his teeth gnashing your skin.

“Vernon! Hickies!” You try pulling away, but was halted when he grabbed at back of you head, biting and sucking until it became something he could be proud of.

He thrusts into you as he mark another patch of skin, ignoring your incomprehensible pleas. You feel your eyes roll back to your skull, succumbing to his control, and simply hold on to him without a doubt in your mind. Your orgasm was coming close and hot that whatever he did, it didn’t matter. “I think I’m gonna cum…”

Vernon’s hands lay flat against your back, his head thrown back as thrusts faster, his grunts getting louder and more sporadic. “Fucking cum then.”

You stare down at his eyes, holding on to that gaze for as long as he has the energy. Your body shudders on top of him feeling it hit you hard, hips twitching uncontrollably while he takes up his time and energy. He fucks into you with sheer force, his body slouching gradually, gasping loudly at every plunge. Before making any hasty decisions, he pushes you flat on your back against the couch, letting hot cum fall to your heaving chest.

Your eyes hardly open, looking up at him all fucked out. His perspiration making his hair damp stuck to his forehead, his upper body was clammy and weak, but eyes as wide as a doe.

“You little fucker.”

The man chuckles at your insult and reaches down to kiss you with intention, something he’s never imagined himself doing before. You reciprocate, your tongue almost making a reappearance until he pulls away, having you sense his moment of avoidance. “What’s wrong?”

His stare lacks it’s typical gumption. His kiss bruised lips quivers as he tries to bring the exact words running through his mind. In the end, all he could muster up to say was:

“Another round in five?”

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