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[kyufessions]

curls

synopsis: vernon voluntarily helps his s/o find the exact product they’re looking for

pairings: non-idol, boyfriend! vernon x curly hair! g.n. s/o

word count: 1.2k

a/n: i’m half asleep and just had this idea so enjoy 😭 plus i wanna release more seventeen content

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

svt taglist: n/a

an aggravated sigh left your lips once more as you pouted in the mirror, ruffling your curls and hating how they came out looking. this was the third product you’ve tried within the past month that hasn’t worked how you wish it had on your hair, and at this point it's just money wasted since you never end up touching it again. upon hearing a dramatic sigh come from the bathroom, your boyfriend peaks his head through the door before fully stepping inside.

the pout on your face made his own lips downturn, making him take steps towards you as he spoke. “what’s wrong, baby?”

you advert your eyes from your hair to his eyes, noticing the sparkling concert as he stared at you. “third product this month and i’m still not satisfied with how it makes my curls come out.”

vernon walks up behind you, patting the top of your head gently as he admires your hair. he’s always loved it, despite you hating it at times due to upkeep of it. “they look good, though.” he plays with one in his hand, snapping back to reality quickly as he hears you puff in annoyance. he knows it wasn't towards him, he could feel that your eyes have now focused back on yourself rather than him.

“i know, but i just envision them looking differently.” you feel your hair again, touching the curls and not liking the texture the product left on your hair. looking back into the mirror, you started to knit pick at the small details of your hair, taking a mental note of the things you didn’t like about the product that you now need to keep in mind when searching for a new one.

one thing about vernon: he was very good at noticing changes in people. whether it was their body language, tone of voice, or facial expression, he always knew how to read people. and you being his significant other, he likes to think he knows you pretty well when it comes to things as such. snaking his arms around your waist, he places his head on top of your shoulder and holds you close in an attempt to deter your negative thoughts. “why don’t we go to the beauty store and pick something out? my treat.”

“you don’t have to, vernon.” you mumbled, melting under his touch as you lean into his chest. placing your hand on top of his, you rub up and down his knuckles. “besides, i’d feel bad.”

he shakes his head as he chuckles, placing a quick kiss to your temple before speaking. “i don’t mind at all, don’t feel bad. let me just get ready and we can head out.”

-

walking into the beauty supply store, you both greeted the worker behind the counter politely. vernon followed behind you curiously, eyeing the different products and items displayed throughout the store. this is only vernon’s second time making a beauty store run with you, the first time being a quick in and out for something he couldn’t even remember. he’s only ever gotten his hair products from places such as target or walmart, he’s never been inside a store like this so to say he didn’t look like a curious cat would be an lie.

noticing this at the corner of your eye, you smile to yourself as you scan the shelves. every item you see, you’ve already done your research about and knew it probably wouldn’t work well with your hair in regards to giving you your desired results. after mindlessly looking around at different items, vernon walks back up beside you and grabs an item you haven’t noticed before from a top shelf.

you watch as he inspects it, his eyes reading over the label intently. “this is the one.” is all he says with a proud grin, looking over at you and he holds it up for you to see. “i did research and i think this one might be what you’re looking for. i could be wrong though.”

not knowing how to respond, you scan over the product and read the label over. all the ingredients are what you are looking for along with the benefits and supposed outcome. “how did you even figure that out? how do you know?”

“i listened and researched a lot.” he places the product in your hand, letting you look it over before deciding. “i know how hard it is for you to find something for your specific hair type, especially since you don’t have anyone to give you advice on what’s best and what isn’t. so i want to help you in any way i can. i hope that’s okay.”

holding back a few tears, you smile up at your loving boyfriend and grab his hand to place a kiss on the back of it. neither of you were too big on pda, even holding hands seemed to be too much at times for you both, but for him to go out of his way for you? oh boy did he deserve that and much more. hands interlocked as you walk towards the counter, you happily place the product on the counter and watch as vernon pays.

once you both arrived at your shared apartment, you decided to shower together and cuddle on the couch for the remainder of the day as you binge watched some new horror films that were recently released. after the shower, vernon went and ordered in some fast food as you changed into your pajamas and used your new hair product. normally you’d just wait until the next day, but since vernon went out of his way to help you out you were more than excited to try his recommendation.

forty minutes passed, the food just now arriving as your boyfriend placed everything on the coffee table and picked out the first movie of the night. he was about to text you when he heard shuffling down the hall, signaling you were moving fast in his direction. as you entered the living room with a smile, he returns it as he notices the difference in your curls.

when you move closer, he pats the curls gently before moving his hand to your waist. “do you like it? does it work okay?”

as a response, you cup his face in your hands and crash your lips onto his. but before anything can escalate, you quickly pull away with a squeak of happiness. “how the hell did you find exactly what i was looking for, mister vernon?”

he laughs at the nickname, placing a small kiss to the middle of your forehead. “tiktok.”

widening your eyes, you tilt your head to the side. “you used tiktok to help me find what i was looking for? but you don’t even like tiktok.”

“exactly.” his gummy smile appears shyly, making your heart flutter. you watch his eyes scan your hair, admiring the small details. “they’re really beautiful baby, i’m so happy i could help.” taking your hand in his, he spins you around dramatically for a split second before putting the antics to a halt. “i ordered from our favorite place, let’s eat it before it gets cold.”

“only if we watch the new scream movie.”

“you read my mind.”

[kyufessions]

Four Years

synopsis: wonwoo is a published author, and after a full year he makes his comeback with a new bestseller which angers you, leading you back to him

genre: exes to lovers, slight angst

word count: 3.4k

pairings: ex boyfriend, author! wonwoo x ex partner! g.n. reader

warnings: alcohol mention, some cursing, if i’m missing anything lmk !

a/n: shoutout to my friend for recommending me this idea for a wonwoo fic omg i’m obsessed ??? thank u xoxo (hope y’all enjoy) ~

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana

With his nightly bottle of watermelon soju already completely finished, wonwoo let out another aggravated sigh as he sat in front of the same empty word document on his macbook. Cursor blinking teasingly at him, he smashed random keys before hearing a small text notification ring from beside him. His eyes looked down at his iphone screen and noticed the text from his publisher, asking when his next book would be ready and if he needed to push back his release date for the third time this year. Truth be told, he had no clue when his new book would be ready for release since he hasn’t even started on it yet. It's been months since his last strike of inspiration and no matter how many dates he went on or how many one night stands he had, they never helped him with his creative loss. He would always hope to feel something, anything. But he always felt the same emotion afterwards: temporary bliss that was soon replaced by the same feeling of loneliness.

after you both separated four years ago, you’ve noticed his books and writing hasn’t been the same. even before he was a successful published author, his work was always full of life and positivity with love spilling off the pages. but his first published book after your breakup was very different and didn’t seem like him at all. sure, you can tell it was him writing from knowing his writing style like the back of your hand but the sadness you felt from reading it out of pure curiosity made you feel heartbroken all over again. although his recent writings were what brought him more popularity, even becoming a New York Times best selling author, you missed all the mushy gushy things he used to write. even his small fan base online were surprised by his sudden shift in genre but were nonetheless surprised and admired his art.

another thirty minutes passed wonwoo by with nothing but the same blank word document teasing his lack of creativity. it wasn’t till his phone continuously buzzed when he was brought out of his daze and noticed a call incoming from his publisher. he debated on picking up the call, but decided to after realizing he’d rather talk to anyone than deal with his writers block.

“hello?” wonwoo answered as he picked up the phone, hearing an automatic sigh of relief from the man.

“i’ve been texting you for two days and haven’t heard anything, thought you were dead or something.” jeonghan, his publisher, joked on the other end. jeonghan wasn’t just a publisher but also one of his closest friends from high school who has stuck by him ever since they met. both of them meeting seemed like destiny, and to this day they both are convinced that’s true.

“just been busy is all.” wonwoo replied in a monotone voice, resting his head in the palm of his free hand as his elbow propped up on his desk. he wiggled his nose up to further push up his frames, ultimately using his pinky finger to do so since he failed at his first attempt.

“how far along are you with the new book? everyone’s waiting for something new from you, it’s been almost a year.” his friend and publisher spoke, his irritation and concern seeping through the phone.

a deep sigh was heard from the writer, his fingers tapping on his cheek as if in thought. “i don’t know, man. i really don’t. my writer's block is winning right now and i- i don’t know.”

“you have two weeks, wonwoo. that’s when the next meeting is. please, i’m begging, at least have a little something by then.”

wonwoo hummed in agreement, saying he would try his best to do so before hanging up with a goodnight. he threw his phone on the bed behind him, running a hand through his hair afterwards to soothe his thoughts in any possible way. a knock on his door interrupted any new worries attempting to sneak their way into his brain, making his eyes dart to his desk clock and realizing he had scheduled a hookup with someone he met on tinder a while back. how he forgot about getting laid tonight he doesn’t know, but he didn’t hesitate to run to the bathroom and quickly fix himself before going to open the door to get on with his nightly activities.

it was two a.m. and there wonwoo sat, a stranger sleeping in his bed with their back facing him as he played with their hair mindlessly in thought. every time he was with someone, his mind endlessly wandered to you. thinking back to all the memories you both shared together through the years and curious as to how you were doing nowadays. but he never dared to reach out, scared that you had him blocked or even worse: would leave him on read. as sadistic as it may seem, he always imagined you were the one laying next to him snoring peacefully or you were the one riding him through the night instead of all these random people.

that’s when an idea struck him: you. how did he not think of this sooner? with his writer's block now lifted, he quietly shuffled out of bed in his red and black boxers over to his desk to snag his laptop and move into his spare bedroom that he always referred to as his ‘writing headquarters’. a tired smile spread across his lips as he finally typed out every thought he had. and although he felt tired, he also felt very energetic from finally being able to start and hopefully finish his new book. he just hoped it would be liked and loved by many, and hopefully you wouldn’t be upset with him for it.

-

as the meeting came to a close, everyone reassured how well wonwoo’s new book would be and how much of a best seller it was sure to be. the kind words brought a proud smile to his face, making him look like a giddy twenty year old who’s discussing his first potential publication when in reality it would be his fifth. jeonghan gave his friend a comforting hug as they left the conference room, telling him how great of a job he was doing in his career and how he surprises him with each new book of his.

“just one thing though.” jeonghan said as he pulled back, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “do you think y/n will appreciate this? is it going to be an issue for them?”

the writer thought for a moment, not really thinking too deeply about the fact of his new upcoming publishing. “i don’t see a problem with it, to be honest. and i didn’t mention their name at all, so i don’t think they’ll care much. hopefully.”

-

you sat down with your cup of coffee across from your closest friend, vernon. you’ve known him since you were younger, your mothers being friends since childhood and always having a pact to have children who grew up to be best friends just like them. luckily enough for them, it came true. and now here you two were: best friends and roommates. he knew everything about you, every little detail. as did you about him. that’s why when he picked up his pre-ordered copy of wonwoo’s new book, the details of the love story seemed all too familiar.

“have you read his new book?” he asks as he waves his paperback copy in his hand, causing you to look up from the flower foam art in the mug.

you shook your head, letting out a small laugh. “no. why would i read my ex's new book for?”

“because i’m pretty sure the new book is about you two, your story and shit.” vernon’s words almost made you choke on the sip of coffee you just drank, your eyes widening at him.

“excuse me? what do you mean ‘our story’?”

your best friend flipped open the book to a specific part he purposely bookmarked with a post it note to show to you, pointing to the specific paragraph. “here he describes how the two protagonists meet, which is freshman year college orientation.” he nudged your arm with his elbow as you leaned over the table to read the paragraph.

every detail was just how you remembered the night you met wonwoo. down the the mainstream music bumping through the speakers that you couldn’t stand to hear with a red solo cup full of red punch instead of alcohol because you couldn’t stand the taste of strong liquor. he even described the way your eyes met his between the busy bodies of the crowd, and the conversation with both of your individual friends being drowned out from your pure concentration on one another from across the room.

“maybe it’s just a coincidence.” you bluffed, hoping if you denied it it would be true. but everyone knew that wasn’t true in the slightest, especially vernon.

“bullshit.” he scoffed, turning to another page with a blue sticky note on it. “i first thought the same thing, but here he describes your first date together. and that’s kind of hard to make up considering how hectic it was from start to finish.”

you read the entirety of the page, skimming through it with your mouth hanging slightly open at the accuracy. you and wonwoo’s date was supposed to be a simple movie night at his place, but that was the same night that his roommate started a fire which made you two switch over to your place. but just as the movie was starting, your roommate came rushing in drunkenly crying about some guy that broke her heart and how she needed you. when you described she was on a date, she cried even harder and locked herself in the bathroom which led to her falling asleep in the bathtub that night. and, as if the night couldn’t get any inconvenient, wonwoo needed to use the bathroom so you both ultimately decided to just go out somewhere and eat. but with both of you being broke college students, all you could afford was to share a large menchie’s frozen yogurt.

by the time you both arrived there, they had ten minutes till closing. the book described the daggers the high schoolers sent you as you rushed to compromise on flavors and toppings. even the mix of flavors and different toppings were ones you remembered getting that night, so at this point you stopped reading and sat back down in your seat to take an angry sip of your newly warm drink. vernon shut the book slowly, a grin of ‘i told you so’ plastered across his face.

“what the fuck.” was all you could manage to say before letting out a drastic sigh. “did you finish it? how does it end?”

he shoved the book and his half eaten sandwich into his bag before responding to you. “exactly how you guys broke up. you know,” he started, pausing to take in a deep breath. “you should talk to him. see why he basically aired both of your businesses to the world.”

you nodded, finishing off your coffee and slinging your tote bag over your shoulder. “lucky for me he’s having a book signing later today so i’ll just go there-“

“y/n, don’t cause a scene.” vernon recommended, placing a cautious hand on top of yours.

but you pulled it away, smiling down at him sarcastically. “yeah, yeah. i’ll try.”

-

later that night you did as you said you would: attend your ex's book signing at the local bookstore in the city. it was cute, small, and a place you and wonwoo frequented all throughout your college years. but now with both of you being in your early thirties and no longer together, it was just a store you passed on your way home to the train station filled with distant memories. you listened to the people around you talking amongst one another about wonwoo, claiming him to be their favorite author and how this is one of his best works yet. some even said how much of an ideal man he seemed to be, going as far to call him perfect. you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, letting a quiet chuckle escape here and there.

you noticed his demeanor change once you stepped in front of his table, switching from a cheerful one to a calm one in an instant. you smiled at him annoyed, asking if he could sign your book. he just just nodded, not a word being said from him.

“how dare you, wonwoo?” you whispered, biting down on your inner cheek to keep you from raising your voice and causing a scene.

he finished signing with his silver sharpie, looking up at you with a smile you couldn’t quite read to throw off those around you two. “stay after the signing, i’ll explain. i promise.” he responded, nodding along as if he were answering a fan-type of question.

you just nodded, thanking him kindly and walking away while telling him how you enjoyed the read. but in reality, you wanted to just yell at how he shared your intimate details with the world. sure, no one except both of your closest friends and family members would know that it’s both of your stories but still. just the thought of them knowing deeper parts of your first real relationship with your first love made your skin crawl. you kept those memories to yourself so no one could take them away from you, but here jeon wonwoo was doing all that work for you.

as you walked away, you noticed jeonghan and walked over to him since he just stood there on his phone. you still talked to him here and there, just small little messages of ‘hope you’re well!’ and occasional likes of instagram stories and tweets. he smiled seeing you, holding out his arms for a hug and you obliging.

“your client is an asshole.” you mumbled into his shoulder, earning a small laugh from him.

he just nodded, rubbing your back as you both pulled away. “i told him to ask you, i guess he didn’t?”

you shook your head, rolling your eyes as you shoving the freshly signed book into your tote bag. “i haven’t heard from him since the breakup. that’s why i'm so shocked and angry, han.”

you soon felt a hand on your shoulder, looking up to see the man you couldn’t wait to give a piece of your mind. you glared at him as his eyes softened, grabbing your wrist gently and pulling you to a back room they reserved for artists when they came to the bookstore for such events. jeonghan just watched as he crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head and scoffing as he walked away to talk to grab himself a much needed large iced americano.

as soon as the door closed behind you both, you threw your bag on the small couch beside you and stared at him with distaste. “how fucking dare you!” you yelled, pointing at his chest causing him to start backing up. “how dare you air out our relationship like that for the world to read?”

he continued backing up, his arms up in the air to display his mercy. “i understand how fucked up it seems but-“

“but what? you ran out of ideas and decided to use our story for a good book idea instead?” by this time wonwoo was backed up into a wall, his arms still in the air for defense. “our relationship wasn’t-“

“i know what our relationship was and wasn't, y/n. you don’t need to tell me.” his voice raised a bit in volume, making you swallow hard. he almost never yelled, so even hearing it today still made you surprised. “you know for every single one of my writings you’ve been my inspiration behind them. every single one. i haven’t wrote for almost an entire year because i’ve missed you so much until i just- i missed you so much that i just wrote about us. and i’m sorry if you took it the wrong way but fuck.” he paused, running his hands through his hair as he looked down at the floor then back up at you once more. “i miss you. i know it’s been four years but i still can’t get over you and, and i don’t know what came over me. i guess me writing about us helped me with my writers block. so much so that i even started on my second book already-“

you shook your head as your eyes stared into his. “im just shocked, is all. pissed off, yes. but because you didn’t run it by me. you could’ve easily texted me or something, won. you know that.”

he swallowed, biting down on his lip in embarrassment. “i just got scared you’d block me or something. i’m sorry, i truly am. if you want i can have the books pulled from the shelves, i wouldn’t mind. id just have to talk to jeonghan about it.”

another shake of your head, this time a foolish smile accompanied by it. “no, it’s fine. i just wanted an explanation as to why you did it, is all.” your eyes wandered from his eyes to his hair, noticing a few poking greys. you raised your hand to it, playing with it between your fingers. “you’re getting old, grandpa.”

he laughed, swatting your hand away in a playful manner. “you’re not too far off.”

your eyes landed on one another’s again, making you both hitch your breaths in your throats. if anything, wonwoo was more handsome than the day you had met him all those years ago. and you’d be lying if you said you regretted breaking things off with him. at the time, your insecurities were out of whack causing you to overthink. it even made you assume wonwoo wasn’t as interested in you as before, ultimately leaving you to break up with him so he could ‘find better’. but truth be told he never could, because you were all he needed and vice versa. you tried dating, you really did. but nobody ever compared to him, not even close. and you wanted to reach out to apologize and potentially mend the relationship, but you knew if he had moved on it would hurt you. because you couldn’t be just friends with someone you were still utterly in love with, it’d hurt too much and you weren’t getting any younger.

you cleared your throat, wonwoo following suit which made the atmosphere between you both even more awkward than previously. you noticed the blush on his cheeks, smiling at him proudly. “i find it cute how i can still make you blush after all these years.”

he rolled his eyes, cocking his head to the side. “and i find it cute how flustered you still get around me.”

you let out a soft giggle, taking a few steps back to widen the gap before reaching your hand out to grab his. both of your fingers intertwined automatically, melting together as if they never left. you started walking towards the exit of the room, not saying a word until wonwoo questioned you.

“where are we going?”

“that old diner we went to all the time is still open, i wanted to take you.” you responded, pausing in front of the door and turning back to look at him. “unless you’re busy?”

he shook his head violently, making you laugh. the small wrinkles by your eyes made his heart skip a beat, taking note of the subtle aging in your skin. regardless, he still found your beauty mesmerizing. “for you i’m not. i'd prefer frozen yogurt though.”

for the rest of the night, you both caught up on each other's lives. talking to him was really easy, almost as if you were still best friends and partners. you both shared the same large frozen yogurt you always did all those years back, your noses scrunching at the odd combinations of reese’s peanut butter syrup and bubble gum flavored froyo. but the evening was nice and cool, making you both feel like those eighteen year olds that were still helplessly falling for each other. except you were now thirty-two and still helplessly falling for one another, except it was all over again.

[kyufessions]

Cruise

synopsis: you go on a four week long cruise, alone. only you don’t end up alone by the end of it.

word count: 4.1k (oops my bad)

pairings: stranger! vernon x broken hearted! g.n. reader

warnings: making out but it doesn’t go far ,,, is that even considered a warning ?? also some swearing

genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, some angst in the beginning

a/n: my first seventeen mini fic ever. i saw seventeen in concert this past tuesday and now have brain rot so enjoy this shitty fic xoxo (might delete later depending how i feel about it)

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Throwing your body back onto the white bed decorated in red rose petals, you brought a fluffed up pillow to your face and screamed your frustrations into it. The last thing on your agenda for this trip was to end up coming alone, having planned it with you and your now ex-boyfriend. This trip had been planned for the last five months, and just three weeks ago he decided to end things out of nowhere. Normally, you’re able to see these things coming but for some reason you hadn’t imagined this happening. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, at least on your end. You tried to get refunds for the small flight, the cruise, everything. But everything had been non-refundable so you decided you'd rather miss out on a small portion of money instead of the full amount. When you checked in, you mentally cursed yourself when they had asked where your boyfriend was since you made them aware you wanted the room to be romantic and even booked a bunch of couple activities to do for the next four weeks. You had even gushed to them about how you wanted to propose to your boyfriend of two years, but when you explained to them the day of the cruise their saddened stares made you feel small.

After a few minutes of mumbling curses into the soft pillow, you brought yourself to your feet to unpack into your new room for the next few weeks. You put a random playlist of yours on shuffle, SZA’s The Weekend echoing throughout the room as your voice sang along to every word. Giggles of children came and went, small conversations striking your curiosity as you couldn’t help but eavesdrop. None of them were interesting though, so you just went back to the angelic voices of the artists singing to you through your phone's speaker. Once your bags were unpacked and your clothing and necessities were put away, you took a step out onto your small balcony and stared off into the ocean. Not far from your left you could still see the land in the distance, mentally telling yourself to leave your worries there until your return. You looked back out into the sea, taking in a deep breath and enjoying the faint smell of the salt water. You were excited to get away a bit, even if you did have to be in a couple themed room with lingering memories of someone you once knew.

For the first few hours, you just stayed cooped up in your room watching Disney+. You watched some older shows like That’s So Raven and Drake and Josh as you played against your friend in 8ball through imessage games. As the sun started to set, your stomach started to grumble quite loudly for anything to be digested into it. And who were you to deny it of such bliss? So you paused the show, grabbed your room keys, and made your way to the dining hall. Since it was a bit early, only 6:00PM, you were hoping there wouldn’t be many people. And, to your luck, there wasnt. There were just some singular people spread throughout the room and one group of teenagers in a corner of the room laughing with one another. Making your way to the buffet, you grabbed a tray and skimmed over all the options. You decided to treat yourself to the last steak available and some tiramisu for dessert, accompanied by a soda on the side. Normally, you wouldn’t drink soda but since it was your first night on your cruise you decided why not. You shuffled over to an empty table carefully, not wanting to spill your food on yourself or anyone else.

But it seemed like the universe had other plans for you because just as a table to your liking caught your eye, a man bumped into your shoulder causing your tray to go flying and all eyes to be upon you two. Multiple apologies spilled out of the man’s mouth but you didn’t listen one bit, anger filling you up at a fast pace. You snatched the now empty tray with soda dripping off the sides and picked up the now dirty medium rare steak you were just about to devour. You ignored the man completely, rushing towards the garbage bin and tossing the tray on top of the other dirty ones. For the rest of the night, you stayed in your room and decided to just order in room service. And mentally praying to not bump into that same guy, despite you never looking at his face or even getting his name.

The next morning, the sounds of the crashing waves and morning sunshine seeped through to greet your tired self. Turning your back to the sun, a low grumble escaped your mouth as you stretched across the king sized bed lazily. you reached over for your phone, checking the time and deciding to roll out of bed before breakfast ends in thirty minutes. you quickly brush your teeth as you slip on some cat slippers, fixing your hair quickly before slipping out of the door and over to the breakfast hall in your pajama shorts and baggy tee.

as you sip on your coffee, you check your messages and play back your friend in 8ball since you fell asleep on her last night. you smiled as a piece of bacon entered your mouth, savoring the delicious food your stomach has been craving since last night. but your smile soon faded as a voice startled you from your deep interest into your game. you looked up to the man standing across from you at your table, wondering why he was coming up to you.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you like that.” he started, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “i just wanted to say sorry for yesterday.” you cocked your head to the side, wondering what he meant. “for spilling your food and stuff.”

you felt the tips of your ears heat up in annoyance. why was he speaking to you? why not act like it never happened? you just nodded, swallowing your last bit of bacon and taking your tray and walking away from him without a word.

for the next week, you saw the man everywhere. you saw him at meals, during some activities you attended like a small pottery painting class and even to watch a small nirvana cover band. it was annoying- his face made you irritated. sure, him bumping into you wasn’t on purpose but it did start your little vacation off to a bad start. and for that, all you wanted was to push him out of your mind. but him being at every corner made it quite impossible to do so. out of the hundreds of people on this cruise, why did he keep popping up?

during your second week, you took yourself to the pool on the fourth floor and decided to bask in the sun for a while as you watched some movies on your iPad. sipping on your smoothie from a pineapple, you jumped slightly in your chair as a jump scare came up on the horror movie you were watching. you looked up through your shades as a figure approached you, wondering who it could be. but, of course, it had to be the man you did not want to see.

“dude, what do you want?” you groan, rolling your eyes at him evidently.

he crossed his arms over his chest, his hands clutching a similar pineapple drink. “i could ask you the same. you’re everywhere i go!”

you shrug your shoulders, going back to watching your movie. but before you could put in your headphones, he spoke up again. “all i wanted was to say sorry that day and you were rude.”

you closed the case of your iPad, not wanting this conversation to go any further. “i came on this cruise to get away from life since everything seems to not be in my favor lately. and the very first day i get a delicious meal spilled on me. sure, it wasn’t on purpose but it ruined my mood.” you stood to your feet, packing your tote bag and getting ready to go anywhere but here. “i think i’m entitled to be a bit bitter about the situation considering you’re also everywhere despite there being so many people on here. just do me a favor and ignore me please. thanks in advance.” and with that, you walk away.

later that night, you sit out on the chair on the deck with a small glass of red wine in your hands. you watch the moon’s reflection in the water as the boat moves at a consistent pace, the vocals of frank ocean filling your ears as he plays aloud from your phone in your lap. you hum along to White Ferrari as it starts up, a small smile tugging to the corner of your lips.

being on the cruise was, although annoying at times, relaxing and exactly what you needed. you never spoke to anyone unless someone started up conversation with you first; you didn’t really see the need to make friends for four weeks to potentially never see them again. so you just looked at the daily schedules posted by the elevators and decided if you would attend something that day or not, and if not you would relax by the pool or just nap and catch up or start some new shows. it was nice. and it definitely helped ease your tension and forget about your ex. who, while on vacation, has not texted you at all. which is normally unlike him. he usually texted you at least once a day, even after your breakup. he’d say things like, “hope you’re doing well” or “have a good day!” with occasional small conversations here and there. but since the cruise: nothing. nada.

a figure walking up to the railing knocked you out of your daze. it was nearing midnight and you didn’t expect to see anyone out, but here someone else was. you averted your gaze before looking back at the man, hearing him hum along as well. you took a sip of wine as you stared at the strangers figure, wondering why it looked familiar.

“i can feel you staring.” the man spoke, turning his head to meet your gaze.

when his eyes met yours, you rolled your eyes and looked away. it was the same man from earlier, the one that seemed to follow you everywhere.

“relax, i came out here to get my mind off of some stuff.” he said as he turned his head back around, humming to the song.

you nodded, staring out at the water in silence. the once tense atmosphere started shifting as the sounds of the waves and Super Rich Kids meshed together beautifully, making you both feel somewhat at peace in that very moment. several songs later your glass started to get near empty, signaling it was time for you to get back to your room. but not before your curiosity struck.

“what’s your name anyway?” you asked the stranger as you stood up from your seat.

he turned around to look at you, then looked around to see if you were speaking to anyone else. when his eyes met yours once again, he pointed towards himself and mouthed ‘me?’. you nodded, a small laughter leaving your lips. he was shocked you took the initiative to even speak to him first.

“it’s vernon.”

the next morning, you saw vernon sitting by himself having breakfast. normally, you’d just pass him by but you felt pulled towards his table as you were looking for somewhere to sit. you pulled the chair backwards with your cat-slippered foot, taking the seat across from the man staring at you with curious wide eyes. he just looked at you, mouth full of a piece of his bacon, onion, and cheddar omelet. you stared back, sending him a tired smile.

“good morning, vernon.” you said, taking a small sip of your coffee afterwards.

he gave you a small wave, swallowing his food before speaking. “thought you hated me.”

“im doing well, thanks for asking. i hope you are as well.” you shoved a piece of bacon into your mouth and fully swallowed before he could say anything further. “sorry if i’ve been coming across as an asshole. we’re both on this cruise to get away from shit so, i could’ve lightened up. i’m sorry. truly.”

he just nodded as he listened, taking sips of his orange juice. his eyes glanced down to your feet, noticing your cat slippers that you always seemed to wear in the mornings. “cute cat slippers.”

you glanced down at them as well, smiling proudly at them. “thanks, i got them because they look like my cat back at home.”

his lips curved into a smile, his eyes lighting up at the mention of your pet. “what’s their name?”

for the rest of the morning, you both sat there telling each other about your pets at home and sharing photos and videos with one another. you also got to know a bit about one another as well, mainly about your favorite movies and disney characters. you also teased him a bit for liking orange juice with some pulp, but not for too long because you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. after being kicked out of the dining area, you both made ways to your rooms and said to see each other around later in the day.

the next few days, you both ended up spending time together at meals. you saw vernon at other places as well like the pool, the deck, and other mini activities you attended from time to time. you would nod awkwardly at each other, sometimes with a smile or a wave. but always kept your distance as to give each other the needed space you both wanted on this getaway.

until one afternoon at the pool where it was more cloudy than sunny, the sky threatening to downpour at any given moment. but you still laid out on a random chair, listening to frank ocean as you lost yourself in the thoughts your mind were occupied with. vernon was at the pool as well, his feet dipped into the pool and swinging them back in a forth slightly. he glanced over at you, watching you curiously as you stared up into the darkening clouds. everytime you came to the pool you never got into the water, only sunbathed and did whatever you did on your iPad. he wondered why. so he got up and made his way over to you, hoping it’d be okay if he asked.

you looked over to the man walking over to you with an awkward smile, waving at him. “hey, what’s up vernon?”

he greeted you, a small smile on his face. “how come you never get into the pool?”

you shrugged, looking back up to the clouds and away from his gaze. “i have no one to play with in the water, so why go in?”

he nodded, feeling droplets fall onto his bare back. you scrunched your nose up as a raindrop fell onto the tip of your nose, vernon smiling as you did so. he found it kind of cute. he looked up to the clouds, squinting his eyes as another droplet fell but on his eyebrow. “we should probably head inside, looks like it’s gonna rain any second now.”

and, as if on cue, you both run inside with your items as the rain starts to downpour on you. laughter echoes the halls as you run inside, both of you semi-soaked from the weather. vernon stops running by a pair of elevators, pressing the button and following in behind you. coincidentally, you both press the same floor button. your eyes meet in a confused exchange.

“you’re on the third floor too?” you ask. he nods, causing you to let out a soft chuckle. “and we’ve never bumped into each other on the floor. odd.”

“odd indeed.” he replied, standing forward and awaiting for the doors to open.

you did the same, fiddling with the bag in your hands. but something lingered in your mind: whenever you both went your separate ways at night, you assumed he was going to his room. so if he wasn’t going there, where else would he go at night?

the doors opened with a ding that startled you out of your thoughts, making you blind a few times to push yourself back into reality. you follow behind vernon and go to say goodnight until you notice him walking towards the direction of your hallway. you cock your head to the side, grabbing his arm to stop him.

“your room is in the 350’s?” you asked, and he nodded.

“what the fuck? how have we never bumped into each other?” you meant to say as a statement, but it came out more as a question.

he just laughs, walking in the direction of your rooms. “no clue. but i normally play with my band until three in the morning so unless you’re out that late, that probably explains it.”

you stop in your tracks, hanging your mouth wide open for dramatic effect. vernon noticed you stopped walking beside him, wondering why that was. when he turned and noticed your expression, he let out a dry laugh. he sent you an expression, wondering why you were so shocked.

“you have a band and didn’t tell me?”

he nodded, a small yeah falling from his lips with a playful smile. his laughter filled the hallways as you very gently hit his arm when you started walking next to him again, turning a small corner and seeing your door up ahead.

“we only play some nights, not all though. i like to think we’re pretty good.”

“do you play originals?”

he shakes his head, stopping in front of a door you assumed to be his and taking a key from his wallet. “only covers of maroon 5, the beatles, and nirvana.”

it was your turn to laugh now. “three completely different genres from three completely different generations.” he rolls his eyes, unlocking his door. “i’d love to hear you sing some time.”

he leans against the door frame, his arms crossing over his chest. “i don’t sing, i play guitar.”

you smile at him, clapping your hands together. “can i hear you play?”

“sure, come here us play tonight on the lower deck.”

that night, you change into casual clothing and take a seat in the crowd. there was a small group of people watching the already-started performance, hearing a soft angelic voice through the mic as an acoustic guitar accompanied the stranger. behind the guitar was vernon, his eyes staring down at his fingers to make sure he didn’t fuck anything up. him and joshua were new to performing in front of crowds, only doing this to help them get by with their rising rent. it was a nice pass time that he thoroughly enjoyed, and doing it with his best friend was even better.

you ordered a drink from the bar and sat back down in your seat at an empty table, smiling as you watched vernon play frank ocean’s Ivy. you were expecting another song from the three artists he mentioned, but to hear frank ocean was a surprise to you. nonetheless, you enjoyed the performance. you smiled at the two friends jamming to their own musical covers, seeing their evident happiness made your heart melt. minutes turned into an hour and before you knew it, their performance was over. you clapped along with the rest of the crowd, smiling at both of the men thanking everyone.

you laughed as you noticed vernon’s shyness- he never failed to come across as adorable to you. his eyes scanned the crowd, noticing you in a back corner and feeling his ears heat up. he secretly hoped you enjoyed the performance, mainly Ivy considering he purposely played it for you. when you started making your way towards him, he felt his heart rate quicken. he wasn’t sure why, but it did.

“damn, you play pretty good.” you confessed, your finger wrapped around a wine glass half full of red wine. vernon thanked you as he put his guitar back in its old case, a smile on his face. “i was surprised to hear ivy though, but it was still really good so i’m not complaining.”

he stood up, throwing his bag over his shoulder and nodding over at his friend flirting with some middle-aged woman in the crowd. his friend nodded back, going back to his flirtatious conversation with another random lady. vernon looked at you, noticing you watched him intently as you downed the last of the alcohol.

you both walked back to your room, gushing to him about how well he did. you would’ve stopped minutes ago, but the way he got shy was cute to you. so you continued to do so till you both stopped in front of your door. he just listened, saying thank you as his cheeks rose in color.

“you’re cute when you get shy.” you added, grabbing your keys from your pocket. he nodded, not even able to get out a simple ‘thank you’. “also, one last thing, why'd you play Ivy? thought you only played specific artists and frank ocean wasn’t one you mentioned.”

“i wanted to impress you, to be honest.” vernon confessed, his eyes never leaving yours.

it was now your turn for your cheeks to heat up, making you fiddle with your thumbs. “ah, i’m not special though. but thank you, i really liked it. a lot.”

the silence was a bit awkward yet lifting. you avoided his gaze as you stared down at the flooring until you felt his index and middle finger under your chin, making your eyes fall upon his.

“sorry, um, did i make you uncomfortable?” he questioned.

you shook your head, a smile spreading across your lips. “can you kiss me already?”

he nodded eagerly, making you let out a tiny laugh before his lips crashed onto yours hungrily. it was nice, the way his lips synched with yours automatically and his arm snaked around your waist to pull you closer to him. everything was smooth, almost like it was meant to happen. minutes passed before the opening of a door down the hall startled both of you, making you both pull away before anyone could notice what was happening between you two. you both stared up at one another, completely shocked at what just happened.

before you knew it, you were pulling him into your room and he was locking it behind himself. you found yourself laid on your bed with vernon hovering over you, his lips finding yours in the pale moonlight instinctively. your fingers ran themselves through his hair, pulling on it gently to hear how pretty his moans would sound. and boy were you right; they were low and had you craving more as each second passed. let’s just say, maybe meeting a stranger on this cruise wasn’t so bad.

for the last week of the cruise, vernon spent every night sleeping next to you. you both never discussed what would happen after you returned to your normal lives, dreading the conversation. instead, you made small memories together. like watching your favorite disney films or having him teach you guitar. granted, you sucked and didn’t improve much but you insisted he still taught you. and he still teased you about it relentlessly, but rewarded you with a kiss to your temple afterwards for your efforts.

you never shared socials or even numbers with vernon, but several months later you still thought about him. you wondered how he was, if he ever left his nursing career and perused music with his best friend. on the last day of the cruise, you both agreed not to say goodbye. you both knew it would sting, so the night before you slept in your own rooms and agreed to leave the boat at separate times. and even though you secretly hoped he would come back that night, he never did. but it was all for the best, anyway. you had just gotten out of a long relationship and he seemed to be struggling as well, so maybe something so small for only four weeks was all you both needed as the perfect distraction. you secretly hoped you would bump into one another again, but considering it had been months it deemed impossible. you just hoped in another universe you both were still together, some way somehow.

[kyufessions]

What Does He Have That I Don’t?

synopsis: you’re in love with someone that isn’t him

pairings: best friend! wonwoo x oblivious! g.n. reader

word count: 1.5k

genre: unrequited love

a/n: inspired by what does he have that i don’t by zeph- idk why but the sound reminded me of wonwoo. so ,, enjoy ~

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it was the third night in a row where you sat crying in your best friend’s arms, your tears staining his loose fitted baby blue tee. the metal of his silver chain brought a cold comfort to your cheek along with the shapes he made on the middle of your back. he listened intently with occasional nods as you told him about another argument full of hurtful words he knew you didn’t deserve to hear, nor were true. anger boiled inside of him at each word leaving your mouth, but he pushed his emotions aside because yours were more important to him than his own.

as seconds turn to minutes and minutes turn into an hour and a half, your sobs come to a gradual stop and your breathing regulates itself. when your glossed eyes met his soft ones, you thanked him with a soft tone full of gratefulness. he just reassured that it’s what friends do, and he would be here for you always. as the word ‘friends’ left his lips, he felt a small corner piece of his heart break and fall to the pit of his stomach.

wonwoo had realized his feelings for you months ago, just before you started seeing this new guy you met from one of your classes. he would watch from afar at times, noticing the different smile you’d give him that he wished you would send his way instead. and sometimes a small glimmer would shine brightly in your eyes when you spoke about him, and he secretly wished you had that same sparkle when you spoke to or about him. the way this new guy in your life messed up the makeup you spent hours on with his screaming matches saddened your best friend, wishing he’d give you compliments instead of causing it to be washed away by salty tears. all wonwoo wanted to do was to learn to do makeup just to do yours, and have you do his. all just to see your pure reaction, all just to spend more time together than you already did.

“you can stay the night, it’s kind of late and you seem tired from, you know.” wonwoo said, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

you nodded, smiling up at him and pulling away to wipe your drying tears on the back of your sweater sleeve. he couldn’t help but feel his heart thump at the sight of your sweater paws, knowing you always made them absentmindedly for your own comfort. he watched as you made your way to his spare bedroom, hearing the door close behind you and a drawer open. you had spent so many nights at wonwoo’s that his spare bedroom was practically yours, the drawers filled with your spare clothing and even some of his own old clothing he never wore anymore. a sigh escaped his lips as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, running his hand through his hair and standing to his feet slowly.

he shuffled his feet to the front of the bedroom door, knocking twice before speaking up. “i’m gonna order some takeout, pizza or chinese tonight?”

“order from that pizza place with the really good cheesecake so we can have some, i’m kind of craving some tonight.” you answered as you made movement throughout the room, signaling you were dressing yourself.

he hummed in agreement, saying an ’okay' with a small smile on his face that you couldn’t witness. he quickly ordered the food on his phone, knowing your order by heart and adding extra cheesecake slices to the cart. minutes later, you exited the room in sweatpants and a baggy tee, the shirt an old one of wonwoo's from when he was younger. the sight made him let out a chuckle, walking over to you and ruffling up your hair.

“you look like a mini me.” he teases, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

you rolled your eyes, your newly bare face being nothing short of beauty for the man in front of you. but you had no clue- you were so obvious to the fact. even if this were a cartoon and his eyes were replaced with pink beating hearts, you would convince yourself there was just a glitch.

you have him a tiny, gentle slap to his arm and ran towards the couch, plopping down and propping your feet up on the coffee table. grabbing the television remote, you turned on netflix and searched through the movies on his watchlist to pick a movie you both hadn’t seen yet. whenever you came to him crying, this is what would normally happen. you’d cry in his arms, spend the night on most occasions, have dinner together and watch a movie or start a TV show together. it was some sort of new ritual you both developed within the past three months, and although it would start off depressing and full of anger from wonwoo’s end, it would always end with him becoming a blushing mess as you snore soundly on his shoulder.

forty minutes later, you both were downing the food and watching a taiwanese horror themed show on netflix that just came out. you always jumped in your seat or hid your face into your best friend's shoulder, causing laughter to erupt from him. he found it adorable, how you always chose horror themed films or movies yet always complained about nightmares the next morning. but he could never find it in him to tell you to change it, because as selfish as it sounded, having you jump into his arms scared made his heart skip multiple beats and made him happier than ever.

it was the little moments like that that made him fall for you; the small things things you’d do. the way you’d fiddle with your fingers when you were nervous, or the way you would stick your tongue out ever so slightly when in hard concentration. or how your eyes crinkled when you laughed. but most importantly: how you understood him like no other.

with being introverted and coming across intimidating, making friends or even acquaintances was never easy for him throughout his years. but when you approached him to be study buddies your freshman year of college, he agreed because studying with someone else who was struggling as well in your class seemed better than having to make an appointment at the lecture hall with some random. he thought after the semester finished that you would ignore him, but you didn’t. you waved at him in the halls and sat next to him at lunch as well. to this day, he believed you were an angel sent his way for some reason. he wasn’t sure what he did in his past life to deserve someone as lovely as you in his life, but he wasn’t complaining in the slightest. if anything he couldn’t be more grateful.

that’s why hearing you speak about some man who doesn’t deserve you hurts him. it’s not just because he’s slightly jealous, but he just genuinely didn’t deserve any ounce of love you provided him. sure, he was handsome and even wonwoo could admit that much. but the way he didn’t treat you more than a piece of arm candy was irritating and not okay with him in the slightest. but you always saw right past it, way too oblivious to the usage. but he never dared say anything about it because he knew you’d get defensive and hurt. so, for now at least, he kept his observations to himself. for now, at least.

the clock neared one in the morning, and you had fallen asleep with your head in his lap. he played with a few strands of your hair as he attempted to stay awake for the last few minutes of the episode, his eyes opening and closing every few minutes from how tired he was. as the episode finished, he shut off the television and carried you to the spare bed down the hall. he tucked you in like always, making sure the blanket covered you fully so you wouldn’t wake up cold in the middle of the night. noticing the empty nightstand, he ran quietly to his fridge and put a full water bottle next to the lamp in case you got thirsty in the middle of the night. he sat beside you for a moment, watching you for a few seconds as the pale moonlight illuminated your features.

“what does he have that i don’t?” he mumbled quietly to himself, almost inaudible to anyone but himself. he placed a soft kiss on your forehead before walking off and leaving the door ajar, shuffling into his own room and cuddling into the mattress under his sheets.

loving you hurt. it hurt him so good. but if he could do it all over again in every universe, in every life he were to ever live, he’d do it all over again. if it meant you would be by his side.

[kyufessions]

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