#hansol scenarios

[hannieehaee]

Can you do sumn with vernon with a pretty girl like drop dead pretty she’s really shy, quiet and introverted like you can do wtv

content: crush!vernon, kinda simp!vernon, mutual crush, talking stage turned into official relationship, afab reader, fluff, confession, etc.

wc: 1166

a/n: i hope u enjoy what i came up with c:

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vernon just couldn't help himself whenever you were around, you were simply too pretty a sight for him to behold; always making him fumble and act an idiot.

vernon wasnt really one to put too much weight on appearance, always considering what's on the inside to be far more important, but you had just drawn him in. you were the prettiest thing he had ever seen, and vernon knew were fully unaware of your beauty, which only added even more to your charm.

your shy demeanor and cute blush any time he stumbled over his words made the embarrassment worth it. he would make a joke of himself in front of the entire nation if it meant seeing your shy smile and the way you'd attempt to cover your mouth as you giggled at him.

the two of you weren't dating, per say, but vernon liked to think you were on your way there. with his inability to function around you and your introverted demeanor combined, it was a bit difficult for either of you to ask the other out, but vernon was very much enjoying the 'will they, wont they' the two of you had going on.

he knew you liked him, which was something he prided himself on greatly, always showing off to the members (and consequently turning into putty the moment you walked in).

"yeah, when are you gonna ask her out, nonnie?", had asked seungkwan one day during practice.

the members had been taking breaks on and off throughout the day, with that day being pretty much free aside from dance practice. during one of the breaks, you had come up, as vernon had decided to invite you over to impress you so that you could lend him some company during his work day. the members had taken this opportunity to berate him about your current relationship status.

"oh, you're not dating? huh. mind if i-",

"don't finish that sentence," vernon interrupted mingyu before he could even picture a reality in which you even so much as looked mingyu's way.

"fesity. you really like her, huh? she is super pretty," joined in jeonghan, instigating further conversation.

"yeah ... how'd you get her attention?", now was chan's turn. it was like they were taking turns to drive him as insane as possible while he waited for your arrival.

"can you guys shut up? i'm going to ask her out. she's just a little shy, i wanna show her that i really like her before making things official," he rebutted.

"well, you should hurry up. pretty girls like that are never single for too long; shy or not," added seungcheol.

before vernon could respond by telling him the intricacies of your exclusive relationship friendship, you suddenly walked in, calling vernon's name from the entrance and consequently scrunching up your nose in embarrassment at having accidentally invoked every member's attention upon entering.

vernon couldn't help but coo at you from where he was standing, adoring how shy you could be sometimes. you were entirely unaware of the fact that a few of his members had just been inquiring if they had a chance with you just before your arrival.

despite having been around the members a few times (with your friendship with vernon being quite obviously just a phase of denial on both of your parts), you were still a bit shy around them. you knew that they knew you liked vernon, and you knew that they knew vernon liked you. it was all a childish game of chicken as the two of you waited for the other to make things official.

even through what you believed to be an awkward moment, one look at vernon's soft smile and you pushed that awkwardness aside and walked towards him, offering him a hug before being stolen away by a few of the other members for a greeting hug of their own. vernon simply grumbled beside you, knowing they were all friendly with you, but still wanting you all to himself.

when you finished, he childishly grabbed onto your hand, now holding it in his as a sign of possessiveness (a behavior vernon had never expressed up until meeting you). the two of you inadvertently blushed and looked away from each other, making seungkwan jokingly gag while you weren't looking.

"okay, get him out of here. you two disgust me," seungkwan practically pushed the two of you towards the exit, "don't chicken out this time! ask her out, you coward!", he finished before slamming the door on the two of you, throwing a panicked vernon a satisfied smile.

your eyes had widened as you looked back at vernon, a surprised smile making its way to your face, "'ask me out'?", you asked him.

"oh, uh, yeah ... about that-"

"mhm?"

he cleared his throat and finally made eye contact with you, realizing you were instigating him just to tease him. this eased the nerves he felt at you now knowing that he liked you (which was something he kind of already assumed you knew), though it did not prevent the endless string of words that left his mouth moments later.

"hey! don't make fun of me. i really like you, okay? of course i'm nervous. i've been nervous, which is why i've chickened out of asking you out every single time", his eyes trailed off you due to his nerves, "and you're- you're just so fucking pretty, every time you look at me i lose my train of thought. i have no idea how im even saying this to you right now. or why i cant seem to shut up, fuck. okay, fuck. what i meant to say is: will you please go out with me? officially? as, you know ... boyfriend and girlfriend?", he finished, finally looking at you again, though now with wide eyes and almost breathless.

you matched his appearance with your own breathlessness and shocked expression, but this did not last long, as you seemed to give yourself a short pep talk in your head before nodding to yourself and pulling him towards you, stealing a kiss from him.

he froze completely for a few moments before finally taking action and giving in, kissing you in a way sweeter way than his brain was begging him to (he did not want to scare you away by kissing you in the way he really wanted to).

once more, the two of you were too shy to make eye contact at first, simply blushing and holding onto each other in the most timid way possible.

vernon broke the silence first, "im really hoping that's a yes ..?"

you giggled back, "yes, vernon. i'd love that."

with a boyish fist bump thrown towards the sky, vernon let out a quiet 'fuck yeah!' before holding onto your hand and walking you out of the building, finally leading you to your first outing as an official couple, already planning your first date in his head.

[mangocustard16]

FIRST DATE (VERNON'S VERSION)

genre: fluff, headcanon warnings: first date nerves, kiss(cheek) wc: 400 a/n: thank you anon! please reblog if you enjoyed, feedback is always appreciated

first of all, he was nervous about asking you out. it was probably months of pining over you, planning things out, and just waiting for the perfect opportunity to ask

when he finally did, it was more like, "Hey...would...date...with...me"

picks you up from your house, with flowers, and opens the door for you so politely that you almost get the impression that he's acting strange

the two of you would probably go and see a movie for your first date and grab some popcorn before the movie starts

after finishing your popcorn before the movie even starts, you'll have to run back to buy some more

vernon doesn't pay you much attention he is way too absorbed in the movie for his own good

if you go to the bathroom during the interval, he buys you more snacks, so you can't argue or try to split the bill.

has a lot of thoughts about the movie so far so, tells you everything he's come up with

you've come to the conclusion, that this guy is a complete nerd and writes half of his reviews during intervals so he doesn't miss anything

his ears turn so red when your hands brush against his while reaching for the popcorn

suggests grabbing a bite to eat at a nearby diner

he excitedly discusses the movie's themes, character development, and any easter eggs he noticed

is very interested in your thoughts about the movie

is so flustered when you compliment him that he accidentally spills your drink, apologizing profusely and offering to pay for a replacement

the conversations with him are really deep

he prefers to really get to know you, the real you, and answers all your questions very seriously

the conversations flow so effortlessly that you don’t even realize how much time has passed until the sun starts to set 

internally takes notes of everything

what you're wearing, what he's wearing, the way you almost fall out of your seat laughing

'accidentally' links his pinky with you while walking back to the car

mhmm sounds right

he's driving you back home, almost pops out a ring when you play his favorite underground artist

tells you that he had so much fun and is down for another date

doesn't expect any kisses or anything

but if you kiss him on the cheek while leaving

oh boy, he’s going to think about it all night

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[spamgyu]

BEAUTIFUL // Hansol Drabble

They had been eyeing each other the whole night.

Her gaze catching his first when her friend had notified her that one of the groomsmen had been staring from across the room.

It started off as sneaky glances all while the bride and groom continued with reception program, but the one second glances soon turned into lingering stares – a smirk playing on his lips each time their eyes would lock.

"Oh my god, please just go talk to him." Her friend urged as she caught her sending over a wink to man standing by the edge of the dance floor; looking down to hide his blush.

"A lady never makes the first move." She joked, toying with the straw of her drink; leaning back against the bar counter – waiting for her friend to receive her margarita from the bar tender.

She had only taken her attention off of him for a brief moment, taking a sip of her Paloma as her friend went on to talk about the floral arrangements at the celebration.

"Orchids who would have thou– gotta go." Her eyes wide, scurrying away from her without another word – leaving y/n dumbfounded.

"Hey."

Y/n jumped at the low voice that spoke behind her.

He had enough of their silent game, finally finding the courage to approach her – all with the help of Chan's nagging of course. He nearly stumbled on his own feet when his friend lightly shoved him towards the direction of the girl, reaching up to loosen his tie as he made his way to the her.

"I uh– Hansol." He held his hand out, the same soft smile he had been sending her on his lips.

"Y/n." She took his hand in hers. "I thought I would have to wink at you another time before you made your way over."

Shyly rubbing the back of his neck, Hansol let out a soft chuckle. "I'm shy."

"Me too, but my drink gave me a little boost of confidence." She brought her glass up to their eye line.

"Glad it did." He hummed. "You look beautiful, by the way."

Now it was her turn to blush, looking down at her feet to hide the redness of her cheeks.

They were absolutely pathetic.

Flirting like two shy teenagers.

"You're beautiful too." She smiled, meeting his eyes once again.

God, his stare could easily melt her into a puddle.

"Thank you?" His held tilted at the compliment, being the first time to be called beautiful by anyone.

"Would you prefer being called cute?"

"Beautiful is fine." He nodded, his smile had now grown to a full one.

Yep, definitely putty in his hands.

"There's no plus one I have to worry about, right?" Hansol didn't know where this boost of confidence had come from, not wanting to miss another opportunity of getting to know the girl stood before him.

She shook her head no.

"No one will be mad if I asked for your number?"

"Not a single soul."

"Perfect.

[holdinbacksecrets]

how do you think svt would subtly let you know they have feelings for you? 🥺🫣 or how they’d confess?

first of all, my sincere apologies for taking a year to answer this… but a couple nights ago i woke up at 2am, scrolled through my requests, and yours ended up inspiring these voicemails. thank you for requesting! i hope you enjoy 🖤

thank you @un-love for helping me assign these🫶🫶🫶🫶

voicemails seventeen leave you, hinting feelings

seungcheol: “hey…a lot was said last night…it’s important that you know how proud of you i am for opening up to me. it’s just…you have to know that… my home is yours for however long you need. there are clean sheets on the guest bed, but i know you prefer my mattress…we can switch- i just want you to be comfortable, not to worry about anything, ok? i hope i see you when i get home tonight. or if you want me to meet you at his—yours, i’d be happy to.”

jeonghan: “hey, are you ok? you looked upset last night, and i tried to show i noticed without… showing i noticed. you left earlier than i expected with lia, so i didn’t get a chance to ask. then hoshi was fucking wasted, so i was trying to get him home in one piece. let me know, please.”

joshua: “morning, let me know what time you’d like to leave tonight. the party starts at 8, but i don’t think it’s really going to start until 8:30. we could get dinner before if you want? and it’s ok if you forget a cardigan. now i keep one in my car in case we end up on a balcony.”

jun: “you’re probably freaking out, but your laptop is here. it’s fully charged. i can bring it to you. i know you have classes friday afternoon… if you use your ipad instead, come over after. i’ll make you dinner.”

soonyoung: “at this point, i need to keep your grocery store list on my notes app or something. it doesn’t matter where i am or what grocery store i find myself inside, i’m immediately wondering what you need. i end up getting things i know you’ll like… tampons too and those pads with the wings. i started keeping them in different bags i use because i never know which one i’ll have when i see you. i know it’s silly because you always have something with you just in case, but… i don’t know. i don’t want to be completely helpless. now i feel bad for my sister. is that weird? i never did this for her. i should have. i hope her boyfriend does.”

wonwoo: “i think you’re asleep, but i wanted to remind you to take another dosage of pain medicine when you wake up. it’s been twelve hours, and i know how forgetful you can get in that post-sleep haze.”

jihoon: “it’s so sunny here. i’m sending some to you for your birthday. missing your birthday… how the hell did that end up happening? i’m definitely not incredibly upset about it either… happy birthday. tell me all about your day when you get this. if i don’t answer, leave a detail in your voicemail” *whisper sings happy birthday*.

seokmin: “hey you. so i’m at the cafe, and i ordered a chai latte for you before realizing i didn’t know how much longer you’ll be. if it’s cold by the time you get here, i’ll order you another or see if they have a microwave. i think some customers are staring me down because i’m a single man occupying a table. please hurry. kindly. i say that so kindly.”

mingyu: “is it absolutely ridiculous to believe you… some part of you manifests in willow trees? i think of you, and i see one. it’s happened too many times to be a coincidence, even in other countries. i’ve taken pictures, so you have to believe me.”

minghao: “—you have to come with me next time.”

seungkwan: “do you want to be my date to my sister’s wedding? it’s not a big deal. i mean, it is, but i know how anxious you can get about things like this, so i want you to know it’s not a big deal… did you believe that for a second?”

hansol: “there’s going to be an indoor pop-up market two blocks from your apartment on saturday. i took a picture of the flyer through the car window, but it came out all blurry, and i’m running late for a schedule. this is a reminder for myself to make sure the details reach you. i also want to go with you if you decide to go… if you can go.”

chan: “can we change our friday night plans to saturday? i’m so sorry. my mom has an appointment, and i offered to drive her before my brain caught up and realized the day and time she’s scheduled. i don’t think i’ll make it back early enough, and i don’t want to leave her either, you know? she’s having a little procedure done. i want to be around just in case… because i’m worried about it. i didn’t think i’d be this worried. call me when you get this.”

bonus: “i’m around the corner from your place, and i have the tokyo hoodie with me. it’s your week, it’s freshly washed, so let me know if you’re home. i’ll drop it off.”

[wonwoonlight]

when you've been whining about the same thing over and over again and hansol has had enough

a/n: just some random burst of words. fluff. friends to ???. talks abt kissing lol

You're starting to question your decision of befriending Chwe Hansol.

You don't even know if he's listening to you, but it's just his default setting to look like he's spacing out on you even if he isn't.

It doesn't bother you usually, but you're a little more sensitive today just because and you don't appreciate him not making a single noise when you've been babbling for the past ten minutes.

"Say something!"

He looks at you bored, though you knew yet again that it's just how he looks. He cares, you know he cares, but you're in one of your annoying mood and it's somehow Hansol's burden to carry today.

"What do you want me to say?" He asks, genuinely wanting to know what kind of answer you're expecting from him. "You've been saying you want someone to kiss since, like, two weeks ago. I told you to go to the club. Didn't you?"

"I did." You pout, and then plop your head on his shoulder as Hansol moves to let you lean on him more comfortably. You don't even know why you're complaining about this to him of all people instead of your other friends, don't even know what kind of comfort you're expecting from the most practical and idealistic friend you've ever haf in your life.

"Why didn't you kiss anyone?"

"No one's my type."

He doesn't miss a second to flick your forehead, and you make a show of saying it hurts (it does hurt, just not as much as you make it to be) as you lean away and cover your forehead with your palm. The glare you send his away doesn't deter him in any way.

"Why do you want to kiss someone so bad?" He asks you seriously, turning his body to face you.

"It's just been too long..."

"You watched another romance movie, didn't you?"

"Shut up."

"I told you to stop watching them if they make you feel like this!"

It's never easy to tell what Hansol is thinking about even though he's one of the most transparent people out there. You think that's why he's all the more unpredictable.

And like right now as you continue to stupidly debate over the romance movie marathon you had last night, you're not sure why he's entertaining you this much when your other friends would just shut up at some point and let you continue whining about your misery.

"I just want someone to kiss!"

"You don't just want someone to kiss if you're being picky about who you're kissing."

"I'm not picky." You huff. "I simply don't want to kiss strangers. What if they're creepy?"

Hansol stares at you incredulous, and you did a tiny victory dance in your head because you manage to leave him speechless. It doesn't matter that he's probably just tired of this conversation, it still counts as a victory to you.

"See? I knew you'd get my point eventually. I just want to--"

You don't get to finish your sentence as his hands reach for your face and his lips close over yours. You blink continuously for a few seconds, then succumbs into the warmth of his mouth on yours and his palms on your cheeks, and close your eyes to return the kiss.

You're a little out of breath when you pull away, and you still can't tell what goes over his head as his eyes stares into your soul.

"Next time you complain about this," he starts, his palms don't move from your face. You're pretty sure he can hear the loud sound of your heartbeats and feel the warmth emitting from your cheeks. "That's what I'm going to do, got it?"

You nod, pressing your lips together as if to feel his lips once more, a little disappointed when you don't feel the same spark from the real thing.

"Is it okay if I just ask you to kiss me again?"

[yeoblurbs]

What Once Was

exes to lovers, angst with a happy ending

Pairing: Hansol Vernon Chwe x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: as you navigate a life filled with painful reminders of Hansol, you struggle to move on. then three months later, he shows up at your door. you can’t find it in your heart to turn him away.

WC: 2.9k

content/warnings: angst! vernon picks at his skin & there is a scene dedicated to it (no detail or mentions of blood, just wounds), a few curse words, mentions of drinking (wine), very soft-boy!vernon and doting reader. that's it I think (please let me know if I missed anything)

as of late, you simply feel remnants of what was once so intense. a mere lingering attachment to something you have almost let go of entirely.

but at the same time, you yearn for a day where anger doesn’t override affection. where you feel melancholy rather than rage, or content in missing him rather than the unsettling emotion from such a brutal ending. you ache for days that you wake up feeling whole instead of unfulfilled, getting through life without Hansol as you avoid harsh reminders of what once was.

but you’ll heal; you have to.

that is what you tell yourself, anyway. lately, it feels as though you would never heal. the conflicting emotions that are attached to Hansol Chwe come with a gentle anamnesis yet are taken over by deep-rooted betrayal each time.

you truly hate how emotional he makes you.

you take a sip of the red wine in your hand, eyeing your reflection through the black screen of your TV. it’s 1:00AM on your birthday, and while once upon a time ago you would’ve spent the night with Hansol, you are now spending it alone.

you are having a celebratory dinner with friends tomorrow, but you find yourself missing Hansol when you think about this being your first birthday without him.

usually, he would stay up with you till 12:00AM and shower you with kisses as he murmured “Happy birthday, my love” between pecks, but now you feel the overwhelming emptiness as you sit on a couch that was not purchased for one person.

you wonder where it all went wrong; was it when you got busy with family problems, and couldn’t see him every week? was it when he began making new friends, specifically a girl who would often comment on his posts on Instagram leaving you to overthink on lonely nights? or was it on that cold Saturday evening, when everything came to a halt as you both spewed careless insults toward one another; he had spoken to you as if you were nothing more than a stranger, much less his best friend; his girlfriend.

your ending with Hansol has left you bitter; you often regret loving him in ways he could never reciprocate. how foolish of you to believe anyone would love you back in such a capacity; how foolish of you to believe he could.

a knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts, head snapping to the sound. your heart drops, eyes glancing to your phone that reads 1:34AM as you go through a mental checklist of who could possibly be at your door at such a time.

you approach the door cautiously, grabbing a kitchen knife on your way as you peek through the hole, before the sight sends you a few steps back.

what the fuck?

you open the door slowly, eyes wide as Hansol stands before you.

your gaze focuses on his clothes, drenched as they cling to his skin, before you look up at his face.

Hansol has always been gorgeous, and that fact was no less true now. it’s been three months since you’ve seen him, and you find that despite the dark circles beneath his eyes and messy hair, he still looks absolutely breathtaking.

you stare at the drops of rain coating his lashes, hating the way your chest claws at you, begging you to hold him close and get him warm and comfortable.

his eyes lift, scanning your face unsure as his black hair sticks to his forehead, water dripping from a few strands. he scratches at his finger, a bad habit he had when he was nervous that you had helped him stop.

but as you stare at the wounds on his hand, you realize he may have reverted back to some of his old ways after your parting.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.”

he smiles crookedly, and the energy leaves your body completely.

you place the knife down on your table loudly, causing Hansol to flinch as you move to grab his arm, pulling him inside. you glance at your window, cursing quietly as you see lightning, and realize you can’t send Hansol away now; not that you would have had it been sunny outside either, but you like to think you’d be stronger than that.

Hansol stumbles inside as you move to cross your arms, “What the fuck are you doing here, Hansol?”

he shivers, smiling tight-lipped. he looks unfamiliar in your apartment, eyes staring at the differences you know he noticed. “I came to see you. And wish you a happy birthday?”

your lips part at his response as you scoff, “Well, I don’t want it. You’re pretty fucking weird for showing up when we haven’t spoken to each other in months,”

his face drops, regret coating his expression as you turn around and walk to your room. he slips his shoes off and follows you timidly.

“And in case you forgot, we aren’t on good terms, Hansol.” you rummage through your drawers, pulling out your largest sweatpants and shirt before handing them to him.

he grabs them with confused eyes as you walk towards your bathroom, opening the door and gesturing him to go in, “Go take a shower, Hansol. As much as I don’t want to see you, you’re dripping rainwater on my hardwood floors, and I know you get sick too easily.”

he pouts, and you realize you’ve barley allowed him to say a word since he arrived.

well, that was deserved you figured, as he had shown up much too late for any sort of kindness from you.

he clutches onto the fabric gently, looking at you with wide eyes before he turns around and enters the bathroom. once the door shuts, you turn around and head back to the living room.

you head straight for your abandoned wine glass and tip the rest of it down your throat, exhaling as you run a hand over your face.

seriously, what the fuck.

-

Hansol exits the bathroom about ten minutes later, causing steam to emerge as it fills up the hallway.

he holds his soaked clothes in his hands, and you grab a plastic bag before handing it to him.

he murmurs a “Thank you,” and you nod back.

you walk into the kitchen, trying your hardest to ignore the awkward silence as you finish preparing two ramen cups. you carry them to the couch, handing Hansol the one you made for him before taking a seat across from where he’s seated.

he seems jittery, “So… How have you been, Y/n?”

he smoothes his palms on his legs, and you ignore the way your heart soars at the sight of him in your clothes. you’ve missed seeing him in your place, in your clothes; with you by his side.

your face stays neutral, “Great; until you showed up. Cut the shit, Hansol. What are you doing here?”

he opens his mouth before you cut him off, “And don’t say for my birthday. We aren’t together anymore, and we’re certainly not friends. You have no reason to come here or wish me happy birthday.”

he’s silent for a moment, and you’re sure if he had puppy ears they would be laying flat on his head.

“I just… Listen, okay? I missed you.” his gaze stays on your face intently, “It’s been a while since everything happened, and I’d really like it if we could talk about it. There are a lot of things I regret, and I’ve been dying to apologize to you.”

you sigh at his confession, ignoring the way your heart began racing after he said he missed you. “You want to talk about our failed relationship and apologize to me at…” you check your phone, “2:00AM on my birthday?”

he grimaces, “Well when you put it that way I sound like an idiot.”

“You are one,” you huff out a small laugh, causing him to smile sheepishly.

you sigh, resigning to hearing him out. he was here, clean and dry, and a quick look outside would tell you that the storm hadn’t passed. he was stuck here whether you liked it or not, so you might as well hear him out; after all, the two of you deserved some form of closure. even if it was at an absolutely unreasonable time.

you lean your head on your hand,

“So, talk then.”

he looks startled as he clears his throat nervously. you figure he hadn’t expected you to respond this way, and you would be lying if you said you yourself weren’t surprised with your actions. but you’ve always been a little too forgiving, especially with those you loved; especially with Hansol.

“Okay, for starters, I’m sorry I showed up at such an inconvenient time.” he bites his lip, “I’ve regretted the way I spoke to you last time so much, it’s been eating at me every day.”

you listen with a straight face, even if his words cause your chest to tighten. you ignore it; you realize you’ve been ignoring how you feel for a while now.

Hansol runs a hand through his hair, “I won’t lie, I haven’t been doing so well since our breakup.”

he gazes at you intensely, “I think… somewhere along the way I felt lonely in our relationship, whether that was because I hardly had time to see you or because I felt like you got distant with me.”

you listen silently, arms crossed and mouth downturned. the realization that Hansol felt everything you did makes you want to burst into tears then and there. you're beginning to notice that while you have been selfish and wallowing in self-pity, Hansol has been hurting as well.

“That night…”

the two ramen cups are long forgotten as they sit on the coffee table in front of you; your arms wrap tighter around your torso as you remember the venomous words both he and you threw at one another that night.

“That night I was horrible.”

his head tilts down as he sniffles, picking at the skin around his fingernail as his eyes fill with tears. “I was so seriously fucking horrible and I’m so sorry for everything I said. Me being lonely didn’t give me a reason to take it out on you; I should have communicated, not lashed out at you when you were going through shit too.”

hearing him apologize so genuinely was heart-rendering as you know you’ve hurt him deeply as well.

you can’t help it, you rise from your seat and sit beside him. you grab the hand he was picking at, intertwining your fingers with his as your other moves to his jaw, lifting it gently as your thumb wipes a running tear.

“Don’t do that, don’t put all of the blame on you,” you say softly. your anger had quickly diminished at the beginning of his apology, and while you know you’re letting go of your rage so easily, you figure it was about time you truly healed.

bottling up anger had halted any sort of progression, leaving the wounds from your relationship with Hansol still fresh and painful. this conversation was helping, however, and the notion that Hansol was just as miserable as you, if not more than you, was a comforting thought.

at least you weren’t the only one who was lonely and hurting.

you tuck a piece of hair behind his ear, “I’m sorry too; I said a lot of fucked up things that night as well, so don’t take the full blame for it.”

Hansol sniffles quietly and your heart aches, your hand holding his now caressing the skin gently with your thumb.

“I was lonely too, and I didn’t communicate either. It’s not all on you, it’s on both of us.” you softly rub his cheek as you stare at him fondly.

“There’s no need to villainize yourself. We both made mistakes, and we’ll both learn from them.”

you’ve resigned to the fact that you have an inability to hold grudges when it comes to Hansol. it was simply impossible to stay angry with him, especially when he looked at you with sad wet eyes.

his face crumples as more tears stream down his cheeks, “But, I don’t wanna learn from my mistake and lose you.” he grabs your hand on his face, leaning into it as his eyes find yours.

“You’re it for me, Y/n. Three months without you and I spent every second of it wishing you were still mine. I can’t picture a life without you in it, I just can’t.” he looks devastated, and you understand now that he thinks this is the end.

you give him a watery smile, wanting nothing more than to kiss him silly, even if you knew logically that you shouldn’t jump into things so suddenly.

“You’re it for me too, Hansol. I don’t think I could ever quite love someone as much as I loved you.”

he looks at you with wide glassy eyes, “Loved?”

you bring his face closer to yours, placing a kiss on his forehead, “Love.”

he pulls you into him, arms wrapping around you firmly as he inhales and exhales. you breathe shakily as you hug him back, hands trembling as you wrap your arms around his back and re-familiarize yourself with him.

the two of you head to bed soon after, Hansol sleeping in your guest bedroom; the two of you decided to take it slower for now, and see how things go.

you smile into your pillow as you succumb to sleep; it seemed you no longer had to mourn what once was.

Hansol turns in your guest bed, staring at the wall as he snuggles the pillow beneath him. he couldn’t wait to love you for the rest of his life.

Extra:

“Give me a sec, I’ll be right back.” you kiss Hansol’s temple quickly before standing up and leaving to the bathroom. he touches his temple in awe as he sits on your couch waiting obediently, staring in the direction you just left.

the night had gone better than he expected. when he told you he hadn’t been doing well, that was an understatement. after your breakup, he found it hard to get up on most days, he rarely went out anymore and he had lost joy in things he often loved doing with you.

Hansol had been thinking about your birthday for weeks, unsure how he would handle not spending the day with you. it was a special day to him; the day the love of his life was born, and the thought that you’d be spending it with several people but not him was torturing.

so that was how he found himself in front of your apartment, spontaneously deciding to show up and fully prepared to beg you to hear him out, if that’s what it took.

but you took the news better than he would’ve imagined; though he should have known, you were the sweetest to him, even when you were angry.

he’s broken out of his thoughts when you sit next to him on the couch again, a box in your hands as you lift the cover. he peers over curiously and tilts his head when he sees bandaids and ointment.

you look at him and sigh, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your eye level when he realizes what you brought the first-aid kit for.

his face flushes as you look at the reddened skin surrounding his fingernail. you open the ointment, carefully dipping a Q-tip in the cream before applying it on each of Hansol’s fingers. you finish by placing bandaids on them and smoothing down the sides delicately.

“Sorry… and thank you.” he whispers, still looking embarrassed as you stare at him with a serious expression.

you lift his hand to your face again, this time kissing each finger over the bandaid, keeping eye contact as his cheeks redden. he shrinks into himself when you finish as you break out into a laugh at his shy demeanor.

you leave to throw the bandaid wrappers away and place the box back when Hansol remembers what he’d brought with him.

he hurries over to his jacket, pulling out a small pink neatly wrapped box. he opens it, glancing at the rouge-colored rose quartz necklace. he hopes you’ll like it.

you yawn as you walk back to the living room, rubbing your eyes tiredly as the sun begins to rise. Hansol feels terrible about keeping you up so late, but he needed to do one last thing before you slept.

he grabs your hand as you look up to him in confusion.

“Happy birthday, Y/n,” he repeats, this time placing the gift in your hands gently as you pull back with parted lips.

you smile sleepily yet sweetly at him, “You shouldn’t have, really.”

he shakes his head, “I wanted to. Open it, please. I’m so nervous right now I could throw up.”

you giggle at his dramatic comment as you open the box, gasping when you spot the gorgeous pink stone, looking back at Hansol with sparkling eyes.

“Thank you so much! It’s gorgeous, I love it, I really do.” you glance back at the necklace, eyeing the way it glints prettily in the light.

you close the box before wrapping your arms around his neck as he hugs your waist, pulling you close and swaying side to side. he buries his face in your neck, kissing it gently, causing you to freeze before pushing him away with a nervous giggle. he smiles at your timid expression.

he was so glad to have you back.

a/n: well.. another Vernon fic haha … sorry for any typos !

unofficial tags: @scuzmunkie :>

[hansolmates]

you good? | 04

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summary; hansol vernon chwe is crying at his doorstep like a taylor swift music video, and you’re for some reason there to help  pairing; hvc / reader (f) genre/warnings; neighbors to friends, friends to lovers!au, slice of life, fluff, angst, mentions of sex, tw—cheating, mentions of pregnancy related to cheating, profanity w/c; 1k a/n; thank you god of music [masterpost]

“It’s him, isn’t it,” Jihoon juts his petal pink lips towards the door next to yours, and you can’t help but slap him on his chest. “You have a crush on him?” 

“Had a crush, had,” you pout, pressing your back against the open door frame of your apartment. 

“Once a crush, always a crush,” he reaches over to wipe the sweat off your brow, flicking his thumb over your flushed cheek. “Was he the friend you had over for dinner the other day?” 

“What will it prove if I say yes?” 

“It’ll prove that I have competition,” he teases, pinching the apple of your cheek. 

“Stop it,” you whine, tugging at the waistband of his haphazardly reapplied sweatpants. They're barely hanging on his hips, as you two were rushing to reclothe due to future commitments. 

"What?" He laughs, "he seems like a nice guy. A little crazy for trying to move out at 5AM last week but I feel for him."

"I don't even know anything about him, at least not anymore," you frown. To be honest, you don't even know the aftermath of what went down with Vernon and Yoojung. You really want to, but you don't feel like you're on that level to ask any follow up questions. Which brings you to your next point, he's getting over a long term relationship that ended messy. There's no way you could entertain a crush while he's still crushed. 

"But you want to," Jihoon nudges you close, and pulls you into a hug, "no shame in that." 

Jihoon's grasp feels so familiar, your arms fitting in all the right spots and your head tucked snugly in his shoulder. You peruse the thought of pursuing your landlord, it would be so easy. You suppose, you're already compatible both physically and mentally. It's just the pesky issue of trying to develop feelings. 

The door next to yours opens and you squeal, pushing yourself away from the embrace. You pushed so hard, hard enough that if Jihoon didn't grab you by the arms you'd be knocking your back against the wall. 

"Oh, hi guys!" Vernon is tugging a gigantic garbage bag outside, one lanky leg propping the door up and the other leg stretching to get the trash bag out. 

"H-hi Vern!" 

You can feel Jihoon’s smug grin, knowing that you’re acutely aware of both boys staring between you like an Oreo sandwich. 

“You good?” Vernon asks, tilting his head between the two of you. 

“Ah, yeah. Just had to fix a leak,” Jihoon shrugs, and you want to choke at the way it’s so easy for him to lie, “but we’re all good now.” 

“Cool. Actually, now that you mention it,” Vernon tugs with all his might at the trash bag, and with a big ugh! It’s out the door and into the hallway, “I noticed that my shower faucet is a little loose and sometimes it causes more water to leak out? Everytime I try to tighten it I feel like I’m gonna break it.” 

“That’s ironic, her leak was also in the shower.” 

What the actual fuck? 

You turn away from both boys, stare at a speck at the ground so you don’t get caught. Jihoon really wants you to die, right here, right now. 

“I can take a look tomorrow, is two good?” 

“Sure—wait, AM or PM?” 

“You really want me to come in at 2AM?” 

“Op, my bad,” Vernon chuckles, “two’s good. Text me when you come down. Let me know if you want pizza or something. You good with pineapple?” 

“Pineapple’s great,” Jihoon agrees, “I’ll see you then.” 

“Thanks Landlordie, you’re the best!” 

While the two of them talk like long lost friends, you’re spiraling. Of course, there’s no way that Vernon could know the double entendre Jihoon is trying to pull. Yet, it starts to make you paranoid. Your back pinpricks, and you think back to not an hour ago when you two were in the shower. I mean, the shower is on the opposite side of the apartment, there’s no way he could have heard you, right? 

“Good night hyung,” Vernon’s voice breaks you away, and you notice that Jihoon is already down the hall, waving the both of you goodbye. “Good night neighbor,” Vernon says, quiet and reserved for you. 

You tack on a smile and watch as Vernon catches up to Jihoon to the trash room, dragging the trash bag with a sharp metal object peeking out of the corner. “Night,” you reply, waiting until both boys are out of the floor before going back into your apartment. 

Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, leaning against the door and letting the cool surface calm you down. 

You are so confused.

[darlingvernon]

day 30: present [M] | chwe hansol.

↳ the one about hansol and the red fluffy cuffs

◇ chwe hansol x female reader ◇ smut | established relationship ◇ warnings: bondage (cuffs), mentions of oral (male receiving), mentions of thigh riding, dom/sub undertones, edging, explicit sexual content. please let me know if i've missed any ◇ 1586 words

authors note: this is for day 30 of @svthub december prompt challenge: present. please let me know what you think. i hope you guys enjoy!

another note: i honestly don't know what this is dfdkhdkjfh i'm so sorry

“What’s this?”

“It’s your present,” Hansol replies nonchalantly, though you can sense a hint of nervousness in his voice.

Tilting your head in confusion, you assess the item in the box carefully. “But, these are the red fluffy cuffs that I gave you last Christmas?”

“They are,” he answers as he fiddles with the ring on his pinky finger.

“I’m confused. Why are you regifting them to me?”

Running a hand through his soft locks, he licks his lips and takes a deep breath. “The cuffs are not your present,” he states. “The present is what I want to do with them.”

“So, the present is you using them on me?” you ask, clearly still confused. “I mean, that’s always nice, I just thought—”

Hansol laughs adorably but it’s a contrast to the way he rubs his face frustratingly. “No, that’s not what I mean,” he clarifies before taking another deep breath to resolve himself. “I, uhh, I want you to uhh… fuck it all to hell, I want you to use them on me. That is your present.”

“What?!” you exclaim, wide eyed, you’re sure you look comical as hell right now but then you realise that this is all new to Hansol and you remember how nervous he was so you settle down. “You want me to use these on you?”

“Yes,” he confirms, his chest heaving as he breathes. 

Reaching for his hands, you rub soothing circles on the back of them with your thumbs. “Hansol, it’s okay,” you reassure him. “I’ll take care of you but I want to make sure that you really want this and that you’re not forcing yourself to do it for me.”

Hansol shakes his head. “I really want this,” he nods. “I always have, but I haven’t been sure how to bring it up and this was the only way I could come up with. I promise to get you a real present—”

“No, this present is great,” you smile. “Come on, let’s get started.”

The view in front of you is a sight to behold. Hansol is completely powerless, chest heaving as a sheen of sweat covers his body and he struggles to contain himself. He pulls and pulls at his restraints to no avail and he throws his head back in frustration.

Groaning and writhing on the bed, he grows needy and desperate by the second. Hansol’s cock is hard and angry against his stomach, precum leaking from the tip and onto his skin. Lifting his head up from the bed, he searches for you though he can’t see a thing thanks to the blindfold that you placed around his eyes.

“Baby, where are you?” Hansol whines and his needy voice shoots arousal straight to your core.

“I’m right here,” you coo at him.

“Please,” he begs. “Please come back. I want… I need to come, please.”

Smirking, you recall the three times that he was teetering off the edge, always almost about to come before you pull away, leaving him high and dry. Unsatisfied. Twice you gave him the suck of his life, releasing him from your mouth just before he could fill you up with his seed, and once while you were riding his thigh while he still had his jeans on.

Back then, you had reached your high so it’s only fair that you finally let him have his. Besides, you’ll have plenty more chances to edge him further, the next time he allows you to do so. For now, you want to reward him for how good he’s been behaving.

“Don’t worry baby,” you assure him as you get back on the bed. “I'll take care of you.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Hansol lifts his head up again when he feels the bed dip from your weight, his breath hitching in anticipation at your every move. Situating yourself between his legs, you litter his torso with kisses, heading up north until you reach the spot where his neck meets his shoulders, leaving sloppy kisses as you move to straddle him.

Grabbing his stiff, hardened cock, you slide him between your folds, lubricating him as he desperately whines, impatient to be inside you. A moan of his name spills from your lips as you roll your hips and his tip nudges at your bundle of nerves deliciously. 

“Please, baby I need to be inside you,” Hansol chokes out through his tears. “Fuck me, please.”

The sound of his voice alarms you and you scramble to undo his blindfold. Gasping, you wipe away furiously at the tears that escape him. “Oh, baby I’m sorry,” you say, worriedly. “You should’ve used your safeword.”

Reaching up to the cuffs to release him, the panic on Hansol’s face grows. “Keep those on,” he cries out. “I’m fine, I promise. I just… I need to come, please.”

“Baby, are you sure?” you ask and he nods fervently. “Okay, I’ve got you.”

Kissing him hungrily, you take the chance and shove your tongue in his mouth when he moans against your lips. Taking his bottom lip between your teeth as you pull away, you kiss your way along his jaw and down his neck. Heading further south, he whimpers as you swirl your tongue around his nipples, toying with them before you lift yourself off his chest.

Grabbing his cock, coated with your arousal, you guide him towards your glistening trove, giving him one last stroke before slowly slipping him inside you, both breathing a sigh of relief when the head of his cock finally enters you. Staring at his starving eyes, you keep still, seeing how much further you can edge him by not letting him fully inside you.

Hansol’s breathing is laboured and uneven as he shakes beneath you, craving your body so badly but he holds himself back, knowing how much better it will be if he continues to wait. Grabbing onto the silk that binds him to the bed, he holds on to them as hard as he can, knuckles turning white from the effort, to stop himself from thrusting up and into you. The sight of him is mouth watering, especially the look of his flexed muscles as he struggles, and now he’s not the only one who can’t wait anymore.

Staring back at his black and blown out pupils, you take a deep breath before you lower yourself, sheathing him to the hilt. Hansol’s sinful moans echo through the bedroom as he struggles to keep his composure and you place your hands on his abdomen to hold him down and as leverage for your coming motions.

Taking a deep breath, you begin rolling your hips before starting to ride him at a brutally slow pace and he groans every time your pelvis meets his hips. Hansol is halfway to losing his mind because he wants more, he needs more, watching you intently as your hands roam up your torso to cup your breasts, kneading and massaging. The sensation you feel increases your pleasure and you begin to ride him faster.

“Fuck,” he growls out as he tries to sit up but the restraints bring him back down. 

The wetness between your legs makes it easy for you to increase your pace while making your motions more sensual as you continue grinding against him. Shifting a little, his cock brushes against the spot that will soon have you seeing stars, making you scream out in pleasure.

“I’m so close,” you moan out and Hansol lets out an animalistic growl because he’s nowhere near where he needs to be to reach his high with you.

“No,” he pleads. “Please, you can’t finish yet. I—”

Hansol doesn’t get to complete his sentence as he sees your fingers travel between your legs to reach your clit, circling and pressing against it. Feeling you clench around him, he knows how close your orgasm is and it doesn’t take long for your face to contort in pleasure, body writhing on top of him as your orgasm hits you and moans of his name echo in the room.

Whimpering, he settles back on the bed knowing that his chances of coming are now close to, if not zero, especially when he feels your weight settle on against him. That is, until he feels your hands travel the length of his arms, stopping when you reach his hands and he lifts his head to see you watching him with intent.

With a smile, you unclench both of his fists, smoothing your palms on his to calm him before moving past them to where the silk is cuffed to the headboard, ready to remove his restraints. Slightly hesitating once you reach the other end of the cuffs, you lean so that your lips touch his ear, giving him one final command for the night. “Hansol, I want you to fuck my cunt until you have nothing left. Pretty up my walls with your come.”

Hansol’s head rolls back and shivers go down his spine when he feels you remove one cuff and the silk loosens its hold. He’s terribly impatient, not bothering to wait until you’ve removed his second cuff before he’s using all of his strength to sit up and capture your lips in a searing kiss. 

“Fuck, I need to come so bad,” he says through gritted teeth. “I don’t know if I can be gentle.”

“Then don’t,” you bite your lip. “Use me, baby. I can take it.”

Hansol laughs menacingly, “Don’t mind if I do.”

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[cosmickyeom]

the vocal unit's pet names thing is so cute! if you're not busy, can you make one for the hhu as well? <3

a/n: I WOULD LOVE TO. thank you for the ask and for giving me this opportunity to write this! you're so lovely! word count: 0.3k genre: fluff

⋆ ﹕₊˚ seungcheol ! this man is referring to his s/o as 'mine.' this may not be a strict pet name, but i feel like he would ALWAYS remind them that they're his. this is a hill that i am willing to stand on until my last breath. he would use every single pet name under the sun, but they all have to follow the word 'my'. for example, that's MY baby, MY s/o, MY everything, they are the love of MY life. his favorite thing to do would be to literally keep his lips squished up against your cheek as he goes 'mineminemine' between each kiss, with you replying 'yoursyoursyours' in return. it just turns his heart into goo. ⋆ ﹕₊˚ wonwoo ! his significant other, the subject of all of his affections, is his beloved. the inflection of his voice is always dripping with so much tenderness and fondness that it's almost sickening. it doesn't take a genius to see how much he cares for you. everyone can see, hear, and feel it. it's unquestionable! with clear eyes and a full heart, his intentions are always made crystal clear when he's calling on his significant other, that they are the one who is the most dear to him. ⋆ ﹕₊˚ mingyu ! beautiful. it's as simple as that. for a man who makes a hobby out of appreciating the aesthetics through photography and videography, there's no better word to paint the essence of his affections. it's what comes to mind after his gaze lands on you after you both are rolling on the floor, breathless after a laughing fit. it's without a doubt, the most recurring thought that comes to mind whenever he is in your presence. all of it is just so beautiful, and he's so damned lucky. ⋆ ﹕₊˚ hansol ! this makes me all sorts of happy, but i think his s/o would be his day one! when notifications pop up on his phone from his 'day one,' i think that it would be an immediate reaction for him to just feel so warm inside. it's a nickname that is so loving, but humbling as it reminds him of all the ups and downs that you both have overcome together to build your relationship to where it is now. it doesn't matter how long you have been together, all the other members are always teasing him for the lovestruck looks he gets when he's on video call with you or when he's looking at you.

[hannieehaee]

Good morning!! (It's not morning I just don't know how to start this<3)

I was wondering if I could request a scenario or reactions to the members teasing you about your crush on them but you feel like they're making fun of you so you start distancing yourself.

(Doesn't have to be all members since 13 is a lot 🥲, I'd be perfectly happy with just HH unit or seungcheol or wonwoo) thank you and hope you have a lovely day!!🫶🫶

teasing you over your crush on them - hhu

hhu, vu, pu

content: gender neutral, angst (barelyyyy), fluff, the crush is implied to be reciprocated a lil bit

wc: 819

a/n: shdjsk hehe its okay it was morning for me when u sent this 😭😭 thank u so much for requesting this was so fun to write <33 i did hhu but if u or anyone else wants to request vocal or perf unit lmk <3

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seungcheol -

he'd get so cocky the moment he realized you liked him. he wouldn't be mean about it or anything like that, but he'd start acting overly confident around you ever since he found out about your crush. he'd 100% be the type to outwardly tease you about it. he'd start calling you pet names just to get you to react or even at some point bringing it up in conversation in front of other people and embarrassing you in the process. he wouldn't do it to actually hurt or embarrass you, but he'd just feel such a huge ego boost over it he just wouldn't be able to help himself.

the moment he felt you start to pull away and maybe avoid him a lil bit, he'd instantly feel deflated at your absence. the same way your crush gave him a daily boost, your distance would make him feel down. and he'd only blame himself over it, slapping himself over how cocky he could get sometimes without realizing. he'd try to work backwards and now be the one to approach you, this time with a much more chill attitude and try to subtly let you know that your affections were appreciated (and maybe even reciprocated).

wonwoo -

he's a little more reserved, so i don't think he would straight up tease you to your face. he'd be kinda subtle about it, maybe testing the waters by acting a lil bolder around you. if he felt like he received a reaction from you, he'd maybe flirt a little bit to get you to react and maybe also sometimes hint at being aware of your crush. at some point he'd probably feel comfortable enough in your friendship to tease you about it, still doing it in a subtle way but also relishing in the way you'd blush and avoid his eyes. he'd find it very endearing, so it'd make him wanna provoke it out of you more and more.

if at some point he felt you begin to pull away from him due to feeling put on the spot or embarrassed by his teasing, he'd feel instant regret. he's such a sweet and sensitive guy, he never would've wanted to make you feel genuinely embarrassed or ashamed because of him. he'd be the type to apologize to you directly, letting you know that he appreciated you and that he'd put your feelings more into consideration from now on. this would, of course, just make your crush on him even worse.

mingyu -

he'd straight up flirt with you and fluster you 24/7 the moment he realized you liked him. he loooved the ego boost. he knew he was an attractive and charismatic guy, so he was used to people crushing on him, but for some reason he just felt like teasing you in specific. he'd directly bring it up in conversation, not caring if there were other people around to hear. he wouldn't realize you were beginning to pull away until a little while later.

the moment he realized you were beginning to distance yourself from him, he'd just be kicking himself about it, knowing he could sometimes be a little too much for some people to handle. he wouldn't have meant to make you feel bad in any way, so he'd be super apologetic about it, basically begging you to please bring back things to how they were. he did like you, so he'd miss your attention and promise to shut the fuck up from now on and just bask in any attention you gave him.

vernon -

he's very much in his own world most of the time so you'd have to be super obvious for him to know you had a crush on him. he also doesn't seem like the type to tease you unless you were like established friends at that point. in this case, he would probably just occasionally laugh at the way you acted around him. if you blushed around him, he'd just chuckle, not even trying to hide his reaction to your flustered state. he'd also be a little more physically affectionate with you, enjoying how shy you would get.

his reaction to you pulling away would be a little confusion at first. he was kind of reciprocating to you, so he'd feel a a bit odd at first, maybe a little dejected. but then he'd reason with himself that he mightve made you feel like he was making fun of you. he'd feel awkward, not knowing how to make things right. he seems like the type to think actions speak louder than words, so i think he would try to show you through his actions that he'd just wanted to reciprocate and bask in your crush on him, never having had the intention to make fun of you. he'd step out of his comfort zone to make you feel his own affections towards you.

[savventeen]

Vernon + Carrot 🥕

hiya rose!! hope you enjoy <3

[vernon + carrot]

You don't remember telling Hansol that you don't like carrots, but here he is, silently picking them off of your plate before you have the chance to, replacing them with broccoli from his.

And you never expected to get emotional over vegetables of all things, but that's love, you suppose.

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[audieart23]

Medieval Star Wars character lineup 💫✨



[spamgyu]

SVT HHU - Orange Peel Theory // Drabble

orange peel theory is making it's rounds on local tiktok and twitter. this is my humorous take on how the HIP HOP UNIT discuss/deal with the orange peel theory with their significant others.

[vu] [pu]

SEUNGCHEOL

"would you peel this for me?" she placed a tangerine on his desk – not caring if he was in the middle of playing his video games.

without having to ask twice, seungcheol hid his character behind a container, away from his opponents shots and reached for the fruit. "cover me, wonwoo." he mumbled into the mic, peeling the citrus with ease. "just one?"

y/n smiled as he handed the fruit back to her. "just one."

"that's so small. get another." seungcheol nodded over to the kitchen.

"no this is fine." she shook her head, happy with the results.

he probably thought she was hungry, and considering dinner was hours away, seungcheol knew it would not be enough to hold her off.

standing from his seat, he made his way to the bag of cuties they had purchased at the store – peeling two more.

"that's enough." she laughed, stopping him from peeling a third one.

WONWOO

"baby?"

"hm?" he responded from the other side of the couch, preoccupied with his mobile game.

"would you peel an orange for me?"

wonwoo glanced up, looking behind her to see an empty counter top – a place where they usually kept their fruits.

locking his phone, wonwoo bounded for the door – leaving his girlfriend confused. "where are you going?"

"getting oranges." he replied, as if it was the most obvious response – grabbing his keys off of the hook.

"wait–" y/n laughed, walking over to him. "it was hypothetical."

wonwoo's head tilted to the side, puzzled by the point she was trying to make. "why would it be hypothetical? you asked meaning you want it. it's okay i can get–"

"baby it's a tiktok trend." she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"to ask if i would peel an orange?" he asked slowly.

"they said if you would peel an orange for your significant other, you would do any mundane task for the–"

"i need you to understand i'd peel the earth for you."

throwing her head back, she let out another laugh. she knew he was joking but his delivery had sent her over – keeping a straight face as he replied the most outlandish way possible.

MINGYU

she knew he would peel the orange for her, she didn't need to ask.

in the three years they had been together, not once had she had to open a canned drink, twist open a cap off a bottled water, plan a single date, open her own doors – hell, she hadn't had to put her own gas in her car since she began dating the king of acts of service.

he had done it without being asked.

since being with him, she had been able to turn her brain off – fulfilling her life long wish of being treated like a princess.

but she also didn't think it would be such a hot topic when she had showed him the tiktok of the orange peel theory.

"i'm not humoring this. i won't." he shook his head for the third time.

"why not?!" y/n stomped.

"fine, you want peeled oranges?" mingyu grumbled, walking over to their fruit bowl, peeling the citrus and placing it in front of her. "here."

looking at the bare fruit, y/n couldn't help but wince. not because of his actions.

but because she hated the sight of the white pith. she hated peeled oranges.

it was far too messy to eat and the texture of the white fuzz surrounding it gave her the heebie-jeebies – shuddering just at the thought of touching it.

"exactly." mingyu grabbed another orange and a knife – slicing it in quarters. "i can't peel it because you like it sliced."

she stood there dumfounded as he left the kitchen chuckling.

he won this round.

VERNON

"that's dumb." vernon snorted as his girlfriend showed him the third tiktok of someone's boyfriend failing miserably at their significant other's attempts to ask them to peel an orange for them.

"it's also kinda funny." she laughed.

"i'm one step ahead though."

furrowing her brows, she gave him a look from the other side of the couch.

"that," vernon pointed to the small potted plant resting by their window sill. "is gonna be an orange tree."

he had recently been very into assisting her with finding decorations for their new shared home, at times coming home with various plants and art works. she had gotten accustomed to his random home-good shopping sprees, she didn't dare bat an eye when he had come home with a real potted plant the other day. it would just be another addition to their countless ones that he used to brighten up their home.

"you bought an orange tree– plant?" her eyes wide. he never was the green thumb, killing the cactus she had bought for him years ago. she figured she would be the one to tend to this new plant.

"anyone can peel an orange." he shrugged. "i'll move it to the yard when it gets bigger."

"oh my god."

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[holdinbacksecrets]

bf texts from maknae line when they’re on tour

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[wonwoonlight]

[21:26]

A/N: I'm so tired.

"Hey, Sol?" You murmur softly, and Hansol probably wouldn't have heard you in any other situation. But you're lying down on your side of the bed while he's still sitting against the headboard, the TV turned on for background noise is barely even a noise.

He hums, still busy with his laptop.

"Can you hold me?"

The soft sound of his keyboard stops, and he sends a worried glance before he quickly finishes up and do as you say.

"You okay?" He asks after you're safely slotted on the crook of his neck. You're not often this vocal, and everytime you are, he knows something must be up.

You shake your head, though you bury yourself deeper into his embrace and he can feel your heavy breath against his neck.

"Just tired."

He frowns, but the hand that's waving through your hair doesn't stop. Weren't you okay just an hour ago?

"One of those days?"

You hum, unsure how to explain but glad because Hansol seems to get it anyway. It was a pretty good day, and you really were okay not even an hour ago. But it feels like something heavy just suddenly dropped on your shoulders and you're just... down.

"It'll pass," he whispers against the top of your head. "Don't beat yourself over it too much, okay? It happens."

The long sigh you exhale worries him, but you nod and hug him tighter, your lips grazing the skin on his neck.

"Just... hold me through it please."

So he does.

[hoshifighting]

Seventeen reaction, when you do something that turns them on while you ride them, making them cum really quickly.

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Seungcheol

As you straddled Seungcheol, his hands gripping your hips firmly, you felt a surge of desire wash over you. His cock, thick and hard, filled you completely as you began to ride him, your movements becoming increasingly frantic with each thrust.

"God, Seungcheol," you moaned, "your cock feels so good inside me. It's so big, filling me up perfectly."

To your surprise, Seungcheol's reaction was immediate. He tensed beneath you, his movements faltering as he groaned loudly, his hips jerking upwards as he spilled himself inside you with unexpected speed.

As he caught his breath, Seungcheol looked up at you with a mix of embarrassment and sulky confusion. "Why did you have to say that?" he muttered, his cheeks flushing crimson. "Now you've gone and made me cum too fast."

Wonwoo

While you ride him, your moans filled the room, high-pitched and filled with pleasure. Wonwoo's breath hitched at the sound, his own arousal spiking at the intoxicating melody of your voice.

But it was more than just the intensity of your moans that drove him wild; it was the knowledge that he was the one eliciting such a response from you. Your pleasure was his ultimate goal, and the thought of being able to bring you to such heights of ecstasy was a heady rush.

Before he could even comprehend what was happening, the overwhelming sensation of pleasure consumed him, and with a primal roar, Wonwoo spilled himself over you, his release painting your skin in hot, sticky ribbons.

As the last waves of pleasure washed over him, Wonwoo blinked in shock, his mouth hanging open as he stared at you in disbelief. He hadn't meant to lose control so quickly, but the combination of your moans and your pussy so tight around him... Was his end.

Mingyu

You could feel the power coursing through your veins as you leaned down, your pussy swallowing him while you ride him, your breath hot against his ear.

"You like that, don't you?" you purred, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Being my little toy, my pathetic little fuck toy for the night."

Mingyu's breath hitched at your words, a shiver of arousal racing down his spine. He loved it when you got like this, when you took control and unleashed your darkest desires upon him.

"You're nothing but a pussy-hungry slut," you continued, your words harsh and unforgiving. "A worthless piece of meat for me to use however I please."

And then, without warning, Mingyu felt the overwhelming surge of pleasure wash over him, his release coming fast and hard. He cried out in ecstasy, his body trembling beneath you as he spilled himself inside you, his cum coating your walls.

"Sorry," he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper as he avoided meeting your gaze. "I didn't mean to... I just couldn't help it."

Despite his embarrassment, Mingyu couldn't deny the rush of pleasure that had washed over him, fueled by your cruel and taunting words. He knew he should feel ashamed for cumming so quickly, but there was a part of him that reveled in the power you held over him, in the way you could reduce him to a quivering mess with just a few well-chosen insults.

Vernon

you couldn't resist the urge to reach up and grab a handful of his hair, tugging it gently but firmly as you rocked your hips against his.

The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Vernon's body, his arousal spiking to new heights as he groaned in ecstasy. He had always loved it when you played rough, but there was something about the sensation of your fingers tangling in his hair that drove him wild with desire.

But then, without warning, the pain of his scalp being tugged combined with the overwhelming pleasure of your tight heat enveloping him was too much for Vernon to handle. With a strangled cry, he came embarrassingly fast, his cum spilling out of him.

As he collapsed back against the pillows, panting heavily, Vernon's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment. He couldn't believe he had cum so quickly, especially with you still riding him so eagerly. "Oh my god... I'm so sorry baby..."