#Hansol chwe

[mingtinys]

" i am so proud of you "

pairing : hansol chwe x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : language

word count : 0.6 k

a/n : got a little carried away with this one , something about writing for vernon is just so fun

"I was thinking, why don't we go out tomorrow to that restaurant you really like? To celebrate and all."

"I'd really like that." You call back, glancing over at your boyfriend who is still busy washing dishes at the kitchen sink. Though he isn't looking directly at you, you can just make out the excited look in his eyes and the toothy grin gracing his lips. He's been like that since you told him about your promotion at work. Honestly, you didn't expect him to make such a fuss over it. It was a relatively small promotion, just a raise and a slightly higher title. But that sunny expression on his face could make someone think you'd hit CEO status.

"I'll make reservations after I finish up here." His words are barely audible over the running water. You're about to thank him when your phone buzzes to life beside you.

Incoming call from Boo Seungkwan.

Seungkwan? You think, narrowing your eyes at the screen. Why on earth could he be calling you and not Hansol?

"Hello?"

"Y/N!" His excited voice comes through the speaker. "You're not busy right?"

"Not really, no. Why, what's up?"

"I— well we all wanted to call and congratulate you on your promotion!" A chorus of voices flood your phone and you take it you're on speaker with the rest of the members.

"That's very sweet of you all, thank you." It's nice, having so many people in your corner cheering you on. "But how'd you know? I only just found out about it a couple hours ago."

"You're joking right?" It sounds like Chan. "Hansol won't shut up about it in the group chat."

"He talks about me?" You ask no one in particular

"Yeah, like an annoying amount." That's definitely Mingyu.

There's a short altercation on the other side of the call, probably Seungkwan trying to wrestle his phone back from various members. But you don't pay much mind, the warm feeling in your chest taking over all other senses. You let your gaze drift back to Hansol, who is now on his laptop, nodding along to whatever song is currently playing in his head.

"Just, give it here—! Sorry about that," Seungkwan's voice jolts you from a daze. "Anyways, we just wanted to give you our compliments. We'll let you get back to your night."

Good, because tears are already welling up at your lashes and you're not sure how much longer you can hold back the stitch in your throat. "I appreciate it, tell everyone I said thank you."

You hang up before Seungkwan can respond and promptly make your way to the kitchen. Hansol's nose is still buried in his laptop, eyes squinted as his fingers peck at the keys. "Okay," He says upon the realization of your presence. He hits the enter key rather dramatically. "Reservations are made and you're . . ." His words teeter off when he looks up, met with your tear-filled gaze.

He takes a beat. Brows furrowed and head cocked to the side. "–You're crying. Shit, wait— why are you crying?" Hansol panics. He rushes to you, taking your face between his warm hands. Holding you the way one would hold fine China. Carefully, his thumb comes to swipe a stray tear from your cheek.

"You tell your members about me?" You sniffle. Hansol's eyes go wide and his mouth opens and closes like a fish before he conjures up an answer. "Was I not supposed to?"

The pure concerned cluelessness in his voice makes you giggle and he seems to relax when he realizes he's not in trouble. "I just didn't know you bragged about me like that, it's sweet."

"I am so proud of you,"  Hansol speaks with unashamed sincerity. "Why wouldn't I brag about your accomplishments?"

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[jaes1lvr]

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[marvelous-llama]

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one shots

operation: hot girl summer by @shuaflix

Vernon x fem!reader (wc - 4.8k) best friends to lovers, summer romance AU - fluff, smut, crack 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.

Emotionally Unavailable by @dkisms

Vernon x fem!reader (wc - 8.4k) brother´s friend AU fluff, angst(ish), smut

petals for amour by @beenbaanbuun

Vernon x fem!reader (wc - 4.1k) friends to lovers, florist!reader, barista!Vernon - hurt/comfort

series

[wnjunhui]

eyelashes king (⚗ . ⚗)

[jae-bummer]

An Absolute Pinecone

Request: 2,7,8 vernon?

Prompt:

2) "Don't look at them. Look at me."

7) "We really need to stop meeting like this."

8) "I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you."

Pairing: Seventeen Vernon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

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Taking a deep breath, you shouldered your way into the crowded restaurant. There was no special occasion to celebrate, no person you were going to meet for a few drinks. It was just you and your endless thoughts driving you toward some form of comfort.

The restaurant had been your favorite before, and it was still allowed to be your favorite after. Just because you dragged some guy you were dating here nearly every weekend he had off, didn't mean the place was tainted now. He probably didn't even remember where it was, let alone that they had a pork nurungji gangjeong that he was obsessed with.

Big, stupid, dumb boy who definitely didn't trash your heart and totally understood every reason you gave for breaking up.

Navigating toward the host stand, you took a place in line and crossed your arms. Normally you made reservations for a place so popular, but today, you had every intention of perching yourself at the bar and having a dinner for one.

"You know, we really need to stop meeting like this," a familiar voice chimed behind you.

You closed your eyes and attempted to stifle the groan forming in the back of your throat. Why was he here?

"Hey," you managed, turning around.

Hansol Vernon Chwe.

You couldn't help it as your eyes roamed over his body. It was infuriating how someone who could make you feel so bad could simultaneously look so good.

Your relationship has begun to fall apart only a few weeks ago. It originally seemed like the two of you were a good fit. He was one of the goofiest people you had ever met and was so authentically Vernon. He knew how to make you laugh and even better, knew how to laugh at himself.

The two of you managed to live in the bubble of your own world for a while. You knew in the long run it wouldn't be easy to date someone in his profession. It took an immense amount of patience, understanding, and communication. You both were great at those first two points, but communication had become increasingly difficult.

Vernon tended to have a very one-track thought process. He was constantly lost in his own world, and if something wasn't happening directly in front of him, it was often out of sight out of mind. With his recording, practicing, and touring, you were very often that thing that was forgotten.

"Hey," he said pleasantly.

You watched as a boxy grin appeared easily on his handsome face. After all you had said to him (and regretted), he still could look upon you fondly.

"How-How are you?" you asked. You could do pleasantries. He wasn't a nefarious villain or anything.

"I've been better," he chuckled, stuffing his hands deep into his pockets. "What about you?"

"Great," you lied with a small nod. "Things are-"

"Good evening," the hostess cut you off. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Oh no," you said quickly, motioning over to the bar. "I was going to-"

"Actually, we do," Vernon nodded as he stepped forward. "It's under Hansol Chwe."

You looked to him with wide eyes, doing your best to not panic. Why on earth would he think you wanted to have dinner with him? Why would HE want to have dinner with YOU?

"It's okay, you really don't have to-"

"Excellent, I found you in the system," the hostess smiled. "Follow me."

Vernon began to follow and looked back at you with a sly smile. He lifted his brows quickly as if to say, "want to make a bad decision"? You felt your mouth open, but swiftly close. Struggling over your own feet, your body had decided to follow.

"Alright, well, you're all set!" the hostess nodded. "Someone from the wait staff will be with you shortly."

Nonchalantly picking up the menu in front of him, Vernon began to scan the food options. You narrowed your eyes, completely flabbergasted with him.

"I wanted to say this in a kind way," you said slowly. He glanced at you over his menu and waited. "But honestly, Vernon, what the fuck?"

He immediately grinned and let out a small huff of amusement. "Did you not want to have dinner tonight?"

"Not with you!" you gasped. "We broke up. You were there. Don't you remember?"

"Of course, I do," he said, his smile immediately evaporating from his features. It felt like a punch to the gut knowing you were the cause for its disappearance. "You probably couldn't see with everyone standing around, but the bar was full."

"Oh," you said weakly. You played nervously with the corners of your menu. "I...I didn't mean to crash your evening. You made a reservation for yourself?"

"Nope, both of us," he hummed, his eyes never leaving the menu.

"B-Both of us?" you stuttered. "What do you mean?"

Vernon looked up again, his eyes finally meeting yours. "I've booked a reservation at this restaurant every weekend since we broke up. Party of two, usually an actual party of one staying for the whole meal."

You lifted your brows and remained silent. How were you supposed to handle that information?

"I didn't know when you were coming back," he sighed. "But I wanted to be here when you did."

"Why?"

You felt completely lost. The two of you had only been broken up for two or three weeks at this point, but to come to this place in hopes of bumping into each other...you weren't sure if it was delusional or kind of sweet.

This time Vernon sat down his menu and swiveled his body toward you. "Because I've been an absolute pinecone. Your words, not mine, but pretty accurate."

You went to speak but couldn't find the words. This may had been the creepiest way to go about seeing you again, but admittedly, you hadn't given him a whole lot of options.

Vernon chewed the corner of his lip, obviously uncomfortable with your silence. His brows furrowed as he waited.

"Are you two ready to order?" your server asked, finally appearing at your booth. You looked to Vernon who was still focused on you, and then back up to the server.

"I think we need a few minutes."

"Y/N," Vernon sighed. He reached forward in an attempt to grab your hands, but immediately stopped himself. Withdrawing them back to his lap, you could see a blush creeping up his neck. Somehow you had managed to completely fluster him without saying a word at all. Clearing his throat, he tried to start again. "I...um...I didn't really understand until you had stopped returning my calls."

You shook your head, unsure of what he meant.

"The silence stung," he admitted. "But it was effective. I've been wanting to just...be with you...like in the same room. It was actually becoming an ache.

"Vernon," you croaked. You had been thinking that you were the only one who had felt that awful brand of heartbreak. You thought he would go back to his normal routines, go back to being the chaotic golden doodle of a boy that he was.

"Let me finish," he whispered, clearly gathering his confidence again. "I put you on the back burner way more than what was fair. I didn't even realize how it was making you feel...even when you told me. I thought it couldn't be as bad as you said. Then I went into my phone and saw how many times I hadn't remembered to text you or call you back..."

"You're an idol," you interrupted. You felt guilt knowing that he was now experiencing the same things you had. Sure, you could hurt from it, but you still loved him enough to want to protect him. "I knew what I had signed up for...I'm just not the person who can withstand it I guess."

"But you could," he insisted. "If I had supported you."

Intaking a deep breath, you let it out slowly. You looked down to your hands now clenched in your own lap. You had spoken for hours when you had finally broken up. You tried to make him understand how unhappy things were, but he had never seen it. He insisted that even when he was busy, you had been at the forefront of his mind. You were a window always open in his browser, just not one he got to click that often. To him, that meant that he did love you and he was paying attention...

...and you hadn't even thought to give him the chance to do better.

"I saw you looking at this the last time we were in the store together," he said quietly. Standing up, he pulled a small box from his pocket. Thinking for a moment, he chose to abandon his seat and sit back down in the booth beside you. He was cautious as he scooted closer, waiting for you to stop him. "So I got it for you."

You focused on the sadness in his eyes before looking down. In the small box sat a dainty necklace, a small charm hanging from the chain.

"I know you're not the type to have your affections bought," he continued. "But I thought that maybe this would help show you that I am paying attention. I do have a crazy amount of interest in you...I've just been a real dick about it."

"Vernon, I-" you began. Your thoughts were a whirlwind. It was difficult to think with him this close. He smelled so good and exuded such warmth. He was a ray of sunshine, and he was ready to do the work. It had taken time to get him there, but he really understood.

"Say yes," a girl squeaked at the table to the left of you.

You and Vernon looked from her and back to each other with wide eyes. "Does she think-"

"Say yes!" she said a little louder, clasping her hands before her chest.

You smiled to yourself before looking up at Vernon who was already laughing. Your eyes met and both of you fell silent.

"Let's do this," you whispered. Before you could think better of it, you grabbed his neck and yanked him forward. The passion behind his kiss was unmatched. He had clearly missed you and wanted to put all of that pent up energy into your lips.

You could tell he wanted to convey every promise he could. He wanted you to know that he was sorry and he was going to make this right. The long kiss morphed into more rushed, short kisses as his lips tried to get more and more of yours. It took a moment to remember where you were, but you quickly realized as you heard applause erupt around you.

"Congratulations!" the girl from the opposite booth yelled over the din. "Oh my God, I've always wanted to see an engagement in person!"

"An engagement," you croaked, your eyes whipping to Vernon. This caused him to laugh loudly. You looked back over to the girl and immediately tried to correct her. "No, we-"

Your eyes swept across the restaurant. Families, couples, and staff looked upon you kindly.

"Hey," Vernon whispered. He pressed a few fingers to your jaw and directed your focus back to him. "Don't look at them, look at me."

You took a deep breath, ready to argue about the ridiculousness of this entire situation.

"We're totally not engaged," he grinned. "But think of the free dessert we'll probably get if we let them think we are."

[fairyhaos]

now my synaesthesia was rlly confused with vernon for a second, but i think it has him narrowed down to one colour.

vernon is pale yellow, the gentle kind, like fluffy baby chicks and morning sunlight, when the sun is only just beginning to wake up. he's pale yellow like lemon-flavoured hard candies which taste more like sugar than the actual lemon flavour, until you get to the center where lemon bursts all over your tongue.

he's pale yellow, like homemade buttercream that's maybe just a little too much butter and not enough cream, but it makes you smile anyway because you made it. he's the type of yellow which you have to pay attention to, have to look closely at, to be able to see the sweetness and beauty of his colour.

vernon's yellow is comfortable, easy. perhaps a little difficult to identify at times, but it's there, and it's smooth and sugary like beaten egg whites between your fingers, making you smile and wanting to feel like a child again.

he's a pale yellow like youth, like sweets, like sun-bleached rubber ducks gently bobbing on the sea.

vernon is the gentlest yellow you'll ever see.

synaesthesia tags: @jeonginssa ,, @jeonwonwoo ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @summery-bat ,, @jiji-verse ,, @moonlitskiiies ,, @butiluvu ,, @loversepiphany ,, @a-wandering-stay ,, @valenhui

[l2vedive]

EXILE w. hansol vernon chwe

spiderman hvc & angst (389)

pairing: vernon chwe x reader

note: making my svt writing debut and my comeback on this account ,, have this as a crumb n lmk if you liked it ty enjoy <3

in the heart of manhattan, spiderman swings gracefully through the city, his senses tingling with an impending danger he can't quite place. little did he know that his world was about to shatter.

perched atop a towering clock tower was you, who was precariously over the edge. fear and hope mingling in your eyes as you catch the sight of him approaching.

nightingale, the villain once known as minghao, an old high school friend, stands nearby, grinning wickedly. "hansol, my old buddy," he sneers. "you're right on time."

spiderman's heart pounds as he shoots his webs toward you, determined to save you. but fate has other plans. the webs misses their mark, and it doesn't even register in your head as your scream echoes through the night, voice fading into the abyss as you plummet to the harsh concrete.

"no!" spiderman's cry of despair pierces the air as he dives after you, but it's too late. your body had disappeared into the darkness, and your haunting scream slowly faded away.

nightingale laughs cruelly, relishing in spiderman's agony. "you've failed, hansol. just like you always do. you couldn't save me, couldn't save uncle ben and now you couldn't even save your precious yn."

spiderman lands heavily on the ground, tears streaming down his masked face as he mourns your loss. "hey bubble.. yn," he chokes out, his voice trembling with grief.

from the shadows below, your voice, weak and fading, reaches his ears. "spiderman.. hansol , i've always known it was you," with trembling fingers, you reach for his cheek. "..wish you had asked 'bout that movie."

hansol leans into your touch, tears staining with his mask as he whispers, "i should've.. god, i really should've."

you muster a weak smile, your strength waning. "i would've loved to go see that movie with you."

hansol's voice breaks as he responds, "i would've loved that too."

your smile fades as you close your eyes, your final breath leaving as the clock strikes midnight; almost like a taunting reminder for spiderman. in that moment, hansol leans down, pressing his masked lips gently against your forehead, a silent farewell filled with sorrow and regret. nightingale's laughter echoes in the distance, but all hansol could hear was the crushing weight of his failure and the memory of your smile fading in his last song.

— please do not copy , translate or repost any of my works anywhere.

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[sweetiesicheng]

vernon - morning kisses

word count : 471

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you surprisingly woke up after going to bed late the night before at your boyfriend's dorm. you sat up in his bed, noticing vernon's arm falling onto your lap after it was resting on your stomach.

you rubbed your eyes and brushed your hair back, knowing that it most likely looked atrocious. then, you checked your phone to see what time it was, and it was still pretty early for both of you to be up.

you put your phone down and laid back down, hugging vernon and snuggling against him. you felt his arm move and wrap around your torso.

"why are you awake?" vernon groggily asked you, his ears barely open.

"i don't know. i just woke up," you answered him and kissed him. "good morning."

vernon kissed you back, "mornin'." he closed his eyes and moved around while still holding you.

"do you want to get up?" you asked him, but he immediately shook his head.

"i'm too sleepy," he mumbled his reply.

"but we could eat breakfast together," you mentioned and vernon opened his eyes. "oh, so you want breakfast but not me? i see how it is," you sarcastically spoke.

"hey," he whined, "it's not like that," he said and pulled you as close as he could to you.

you brought your hand up to fix his hair before kissing him. "uh huh, sure," you said to him. "what do you want to eat?" you asked him.

"whatever you want," he replied and closed his eyes again, hugging you tight.

"you're not going to let me go, huh?" you asked him.

"it's like you can read my mind," he commented.

you smiled and kissed him, bringing your hand up to cup his face. you left him hanging, noticing that he wanted more kisses. he opened his eyes again and kissed your lips again.

"you're kind of cute," he said, pushing you on your back so he could climb on top of you.

"you're kind of hot," you said to vernon, who was definitely not sleepy anymore. he leaned in and kissed you again and again.

you wrapped your arms around his neck while kissing him.

"you sure you don't want breakfast?" you asked in between kisses.

"i just want to be with you, idiot," he replied, your noses almost touching, making you laugh.

"so then we can finally get out of bed and go make breakfast?" you asked him.

vernon sighed and basically collapsed on top of you, squishing you in between him and the mattress.

"hansol!" you laughed while he wouldn't budge as you tried to move him.

"sorry, can't hear you. going back to sleep," vernon said.

"babe, we need to eat," you said to him, but he started to snore even though he was faking it. "another thirty minutes and that's it."

"perfect."

[kneelesssharks]

‼️‼️‼️ i will not be taking questions at this time

[the-therapist-needs-therapy]

As Seasons Pass

Pairing : Hansol x Reader

Genre : Fluff, Angst

Warnings : Mentions of character death

Where you realize that moving on from someone is like the changing of seasons.

At the start of winter, you and Mingyu finally graduate from college. Something you both had been waiting for ever since you started dating. It was time to figure out everything else in life, most importantly your futures together.

The said last day before spring, Mingyu had you pressed against his room door, both of you sharing feverish kisses, without a worry about anything else. Mingyu's eyes pierce into yours as he whispers a 'I love you' and it's enough to make your heart burst into butterflies. You chastely press your lips against his, mumbling the phrase back.

A month after spring had started and flowers of different colours started to bloom, the news of your boyfriend's death has you breaking into a hysteria of tears, sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of your best friend, Hansol. He says nothing but gives you reassuring pats and draws patterns on your backs because they seem to make you feel better. After that day, Hansol becomes your source of comfort and you find yourself at his place everyday, slowly trying your best to move on from the boyfriend you had loved so much.

At the end of spring, you're at Hansol's threshold, once again in his arms as you cry your heart and eyes out. 'It's okay, Y/n,' he says, 'It's really okay'. You look up at him, your eyes tinted red, 'It's not okay. I'm pregnant, Hansol. And with his child. When I thought I was finally over him'. 'Will I be a good mother? How am I supposed to raise another life when I can't even control my own emotions?'. He mumbles comforting words into your head, seeming to be drowned in his own thoughts. Finally deciding something, he looks into your eyes and confidentially says, 'I'll help you raise the kid, Y/n'.

In autumn, you and Hansol go dress-shopping for yourself and the baby which was due at the beginning of winter. You didn't know what to say when he placed the offer to take care of your child but he proved you that he was serious in multiple occasions where he took care of you, from clinical visits to buying you food according to your cravings. You had sold your apartment and permanently moved to his place as Hansol thought that it would be easier to take care of you that way. He was in a good job and it paid him well enough to support himself and you comfortably. Both of you still hadn't labelled the relationship you shared but you decided to not think about it, fully focusing on welcoming the life you were carrying. You link your hands with Hansol's as you giggle about cute jumpsuits, going on with the flow of the present.

As the first snowflake falls onto the ground, Kim Gyeol-Wool was born. You were hesitant about making her surname 'Kim' but Hansol insisted that you should as Gyeol-Wool was Mingyu's kid. Moreover, she looked exactly like Mingyu which almost made you tear up when you held her for the first time. Hansol reminds you that it was good that she looked like him so that there would always be a part of him in the living world. The familiar smile on the sleeping baby was now proof for that.

The next summer, Gyeol-Wool's first word was 'papa' and Hansol had almost chokes with happiness because he was the one who had her in his arms at the time. He looks at you with worried eyes, silently asking if you were okay with it. You laugh, saying, 'You're the father now, Sol', which tugs a smile on his face. That's when he kisses you for the first time. The feeling of his lips on yours made your heart melt to your feet.

Three summers later, Gyeol-Wool asks you why you had named her that. You sit next to her, grabbing her small hands in yours, looking into her curiosity-filled eyes. As she grew up, she started taking Mingyu's features more than yours, something you and Hansol had realized on the day she was born. The little girl was the owner of both yours and Hansol's stored love and care. 'It's because you were born in winter and it's the season when your father and I met for the first time,' you say and Gyeol-Wool smiles. You realize that you meant the 'your father' as Hansol. You still remember the day because you two were just innocent kids playing in the snow and look where life had brought you.

That autumn, you and Hansol officially get married. It was kind of expected. He knew that you were meant to end up together the first time Gyeol-Wool called him 'papa'. That moment he realized that he was going to spend the rest of his years with you and her. You almost cried out of joy when he pulled a ring out of his pocket during one of the evenings you spent in the park with Gyeol-Wool. Somewhere along the way, you had realized that you were in love with Hansol too. It was hard not to be so when he kissed you every night and took care of your daughter like his own. The wedding was everything you could have imagined because you had the people you loved the most by your side.

The next spring, you announce your pregnancy to Hansol and Gyeol-Wool with a grin on your face. Gyeol-Wool was super excited for the arrival of her sibling. Hansol was already thinking about buying a bigger house to home all of you. Your heart swells in happiness when you see Gyeol-Wool giggling with Hansol. He wasn't her real father but she was closer to him more than she was with you. That made you fall in love with Hansol all over again.

That winter, you welcome Chwe Hajoon into the family. The young boy had his father's eyes and your smile. Gyeol-Wool was the happiest, constantly squealing when her brother did something cute. Hansol holds your hand as you smile at the innocent adorableness of the siblings. You had also adopted a cat because Gyeol-Wool had always wanted one. With it's sparkly eyes, it soon won the hearts of everyone in the family, specifically Hansol who wouldn't stop carrying it.

The next spring, on Mingyu's fourth year death anniversary, you visit his grave with Hansol, Gyeol-Wool and Hajoon. Hansol had Hajoon in his arms and Gweol-Wool was stand by him when he silently mouths, 'You should go alone'. You kneel in front of his grave and speak, 'It's been a while, Mingyu. I have a son now. His name is Hajoon. He looks a lot like Hansol. Gyeol-Wool is doing great as well. She's going to be a heart-breaker when she grows up. Like father like daughter,' you laugh at your own joke before continuing, 'Hansol takes care of me like a queen. He loves me and the kids to death. Overall, I'm doing great'. 'Once upon a time, I wished it was you and me in the end but I guess things don't go the way we want them to. It was hard to move on from you but as seasons pass I realized one thing. Spring's flowers fall, summer loses its warmth, autumn says goodbye to its colours and winter's snow melts. I can't be holding on to something in the past just because I cherish it so much. As the seasons passed, I fell in love with Hansol. I'm happy now and I know that you'll be happy for me too,' you place the bouquet of roses on his grave and take a deep breath before you get up, 'Thank you for the happy memories, Mingyu. I'll always cherish them'. You take a final look at the grave and walk back to Hansol, giving him a appreciative smile. If it wasn't for him, who knows where you might have been. As you take Hajoon from Hansol, you walk back to the car, Hansol having an arm around your shoulder while Gyeol-Wool grabs your hand. After so many changes in the seasons, you were finally enjoying everything.

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[jaes1lvr]

૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა oh, my heart hurts so good. i love you, babe...

sooo bad, sooo bad 《 @ni-shimura 》 ૮₍ ˃̵ ᵕ ˂̵ ₎ა

[ryuwonieebae]

Cuddling with vernon👀

𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡

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Imagines, One-shot

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𝑪𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓...

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It's been 3 hours and you're still sitting on the couch waiting for your boyfriend Vernon. His group just had a comeback and since then he has been so busy. He never really had enough time for you but you didn't complain about it as you know how much he kissed his fans. He may seem to be energetic on stage but the reality is the opposite. Since the choreography of their new song was hard, he trained day and night just for it. It bothered you because you were worried sick about him. Not before long, you heard the front door opening. You quickly got up and went towards the front door only to see Vernon with his shuffling steps that scuff the floor. Just by his haggard appearance, you understood that he was drained because of work. Walking up to him, you gave him a warm hug which he eventually gave you back. You both stayed in that position for a few minutes feeling each other's warmth before breaking it slowly. "Love, go take a bath and let's eat dinner afterwards. I made your favorite food, ok?", as you told him, he nodded with an infectious smile which you gladly returned. He then gave you a small peck on your forehead and left. You went into the kitchen and prepared the food. Soon after, he came downstairs and sat at the table. As he saw his favorite food on the table, his face brightened up. You giggled looking at his face whilst serving him the food.

TIME SKIP

You were now washing the dishes when someone back-hugged you making you flinch a bit. You calmed down as you realized that it was Vernon. "Hun, you still didn't sleep yet? It's already late", you asked him softly. "I can't sleep without you. Can we cuddle?", he asked you with his sleepy eyes. "Sure but go to bed now. I will be there in a few minutes", He just nodded and went to his room upstairs. After a while, you entered the room to see Vernon laying on the bed, scrolling something on his phone. As soon as he saw you, he simply tossed his phone and opened his arms wide waiting for you to hug him. You chuckled and went toward him. You snuggled up against him, chest to chest, your heartbeats slowly catching up to his as if your bodies reacted simultaneously to your warm hug. "Love, I'm sorry. I'm too busy nowadays that I couldn't even talk to you properly", you heard Vernon apologizing. "No, it's okay love. I understand", You sincerely reassured him with a sweet smile. Before he could open his mouth again to speak, you cut him off with a gentle kiss. The kiss was slow and quick but filled with warmth and enough sparkle that made your tummy do some weird flips even after years of dating. Both of you guys finally broke the kiss out of breath. "I know what you're going through dear. No need to apologize, okay? I love you", you said while cupping his warm cheeks with your palms. "Thank you love. I love you too", He said embracing you tightly, slowly drifting off to his dreamland.

"𝙸𝚏 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠"

~The End~

A/n : This imagine is purely based on my imagination only. I tried my best to write this and it's also my first time. I hope this is good enough to make you guys happy. Thank you for requesting too. It means a lot for me.. Thanks to my bestie too for supporting me..Pls check out her amazing stories too... @the-therapist-needs-therapy

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

I will block you if you are minor and have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

More inspiration from that Inside Seventeen video with the maknae line that I mentioned in my Dino post.

Okay but, imagine Awkward dad! Vernon trying his best with your son. He's entering the toddler stage which has caused a tonne of mixed emotions for both of you and, new hurdles as well. Now, Vernon loves your son with his whole heart but, understandably, these changes aren't easy for either of you. However, you can't help the warmth that floods your system when you watch him hover over your son as he walks, still rather unsteady on his little feet. You two have been extremely lucky though because despite all the changes that come with entering a new stage, your son is a happy little baby. Giggling at your husband when he eventually falls, Vernon picking him up to make sure he didn't hurt himself, a concerned expression painting his usually handsome face. You can't help but, smile at your husband's actions and, leave the room to let your favourite people interact with one another.

"I think we should try for another one," Vernon says, moreso whispers actually, to you once you two have settled in your bed for the night. Your son fast asleep giving you two time to spend together, your fingers interlocked over your stomach as Vernon spoons you from behind. You're surprised but, mostly confused by his words, "Try for another what?" You ask, shifting slightly to look at him inquisitively over your shoulder. To your surprise, your husband's cheeks are flushed and he's struggling to meet your gaze. Cute. Even after years of dating, marriage and having a child together, he would still get so, so shy and, you couldn't help but find it extremely adorable. "Another baby," he finally manages to mutter out, his eyes tentatively meeting yours while his fingers grip your own a little tighter. Oh. Another baby. You're quite taken aback by his broaching of this topic, if you're being completely honest. While you both knew that you wanted children, expanding your family hadn't really been a talking point in recent times with your son keeping you increasingly busy. You slowly turn in his arms to face your husband properly, wrapping an arm around him and rubbing his back to attempt to soothe his nerves from the minor bombshell he'd just dropped. "What brought this on?" You ask more curious than anything else. You feel his body relax marginally under your ministrations, his hand reaching out to eventually rest on your hip gently. He steels himself before finally finding the courage to speak, drawing random patterns on your hip with his fingertips, "I just- I just think that a new addition to our family would be welcome. Plus, y/s/n would get lonely, right? I think giving him a sibling would be a good idea too," he finally manages to get out. He's still studiously avoiding making direct eye contact with you and, the blush painting his cheeks is heading steadily into red territory. Before Vernon is able to blink, you've pushed him flat on his back and, straddled him. Your husband looks up at you in surprise, eyes wide while his hands instinctively fly to rest on your thighs. Taking him by surprise once again, you lean down to press a rather hard kiss to his lips, your fingernails digging into his chest lightly, leaving faint pink marks in their wake. "You're so fucking cute, you know that?" You utter against his lips once you eventually pull away, looking down at him through lidded eyes. Vernon was so confused. He's not exactly complaining, feeling his cock starting to harden and press against you but, he very much was taken aback. His confusion must be evident on his face because you say, "I mean, you're the one who suggested having another baby. I'm just jump starting the process. Plus, when you get all cute and shy like this, you know what it makes me want to do to you." You can't help the smirk that spreads across your face as you press down against his hardened cock and, your pretty babyboy whines in response, tightening his grip on your plush thighs.

[incorrect-seventeen-quotes]

Seungkwan: How long does it take before you start hallucinating from sleep deprivation?

Dino: I think-

Vernon: 72 hours

DK: How do you kn-

Vernon: There's a clown behind you.

[mingtinys]

hansol vernon chwe

prompts

" i am so proud of you "

part of " 13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen

[daeinskywithstars]

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