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homemade dynamite —- c.hs

☀︎ pairing: chwe hansol/vernon x fem!reader ☀︎theme: actor!vernon, director!reader ☀︎ w/c: 8k ☀︎ warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, smut, strangers to co workers to lovers, Vernon causing problems for his boss, deeply inappropriate use of a lake, semi public sex, fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (that's a no no), semi-public sex, dry humping, angst if you squint, feelings of being lost ☀︎ a/n: written as part of the That's Showbiz, Baby! collab put on by @studioeisa and @diamonddaze01 - make sure to check out the full collab masterlist and find your coworkers! this fic directly alligns with @chanranghaeys ceo lee chan fic! thanks all of my people who had to hear my near daily crash outs about this insane vernon fic i wrote, can't thank them enough: @seungkw1, @lovetaroandtaemin, @haologram, and the entire cast of That's Showbiz, Baby! as always likes, reblogs, AND COMMENTS are greatly appreciated! enjoy!

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Interest in Audition

Hi there! My name is Y/N L/N and I am a film director. You may have seen my work at the Diamond Film Festival last month. I am currently in the process of casting my next project and thought that Vernon could potentially be a great fit in the lead role. I have attached the audition script and a brief synopsis of the storyline to this email. Please let me know if this seems like the type of project Vernon would be interested in, I would love to see what he brings to the character! I know this is potentially a busy time but if there is interest feel free to ask any questions! I will be holding auditions on June 30 at the Maestro Event Space! Regards, Y/N L/N Director

“Absolutely not.” Vernon had hardly finished reading the email before he heard the stern voice of the CEO in the doorway.

“Why not?” Vernon challenged as he leveled his gaze at Chan and slumped in the old computer chair. His fingers found a peeling piece of fake leather and he began to pick at it.

“We need to focus on getting you in projects with bigger names,” Chan eyed Vernon ripping up the chair. “Not working with nobody directors who are making a movie with a cast of two.”

“Damn, you even read the synopsis?” Vernon clicked his tongue. “Wanted to be informed when telling me no, huh?”

“Vernon,” Chan sighed. “Don’t be like that, I just want what’s best for your career.”

“Do I have any auditions coming up?”

“Well–” Chan blanched under Vernon’s scrutiny. “No.”

“Well, maybe I do now.” Vernon pushed away from the desk and pushed past his boss.

You let out a sigh of frustration as you backspaced the email in front of you for the sixth time. It had been four days since you emailed Vernon’s business account with no response. Time to expand your search and reluctantly not have all your eggs in one basket. Hence the attempt at emailing Jeonghan Yoon, another actor you could see playing the part.

However, you had your heart set on your leading man being Vernon Chwe, so this email was not coming together. Sure, you could just copy and paste the email to Vernon and change it a bit but…that was for him not Jeonghan. In the middle of your seventh attempt at getting it right your computer pinged with a notification. An email from Vernon.

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Re: Interest in Audition Hey Y/N This project seems like a really cool concept. See you on 6/30. - V

You deleted the email to Jeonghan.

You straightened out the extra copies of the audition script for the millionth time since you set them out five minutes ago. To say you were nervous was an understatement. This was the first time you had held auditions with confirmation a certain actor would show up, instead of just a small glimmer of hope. You weren’t sure what to do with that confirmation.

Preproduction for you was always a one woman show, you were the only one you trusted with your vision after all. Soul Meets Body was no exception, this movie was something you had been passively writing through your past projects, just waiting for the right time for it to come to life. The cast was small, the team was small, but the story would make a big impact if all went according to your plans. Vernon had agreed to audition, so your plan was going really well so far. You knew you wanted to be a part of this since you saw his acting a few years ago.

A quiet knock on the door pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Hi there,” a young woman peaked in the door. “I hope I didn’t interrupt, I just wanted to make sure I was in the right place!”

“Yes, I’m ready for you if you’re ready for me!” You plastered on a smile. She shuffled into the room and handed you her resume. Taking a deep breath she began the monologue you planned.

People filtered through slowly throughout the day. Some impressive, and some not so much. You had a book full of notes by the time the last hour of auditions rolled around. There weren’t many people who showed up, but enough to give you some options. You glanced at the clock and nervousness panged in your chest. Vernon had not shown up yet.

You rose from the table and began pacing the length of the room. There were a few actors that came today that could play the role. Casting someone else would change the feel of the project, but it wouldn’t ruin it. Even so, your thoughts began to spiral through potential matches in the people who auditioned today.

Someone cleared their throat behind you.

You whipped around to see Vernon in the doorway.

“Am I too late?” He fidgeted with the sleeves of his button up shirt.

“Absolutely not!”

From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Official Offer Good Afternoon! I am extremely excited to offer you the role of Adam in my upcoming project, Soul Meets Body! Should you accept, filming begins on July 20, 2025. Please let me know if you have any questions or would like to discuss this offer further. Please accept or decline by July 10, 2025. Looking forward to hearing what you decide! Y/N L/N Director

Vernon spun in the office chair as his coworkers filtered into the board room. The monthly meetings were new, some futile effort from Chan to make everyone feel united or something.

“Good morning Vernon!” Seokmin, the A&R, beamed at him. Vernon delivered a half-hearted salute to the man, his coffee hadn’t kicked in yet. Following Seokmin, Mingyu and Minghao burst into the room, quietly bickering, probably about something Mingyu posted on the company social media that wasn’t quite image appropriate. Seungkwan was at Mingyu’s heels yelling something about public image being everything. Mingyu effectively ignored his reprimands and beelined for the coffee maker. Seungkwan plopped down in the chair next to Vernon.

“Can you believe that guy?” He hissed. Vernon chuckled at his friend’s dismay.

“Yeah I can actually, didn’t you help hire him?” Vernon pointed out.

“That’s not the point!” Seungkwan sat up straight. “The point is that he–” His rant was cut short by Chan entering the room with the CFO and clapping his hands loudly. The CFO scurried into a seat next to Minghao.

“Alright everybody!” Chan started. “Today’s agenda is pretty slim, just focusing on updates for the upcoming month.” He gestured to Seokmin, “Let’s start here.”

“Well! Things are exciting here in the A&R world!” Seokmin began. Vernon tuned out quickly, he didn’t really care to know the inner workings of the company, just as long as he was getting jobs. All he had to look forward to right now was seeing you again and the start of filming. He had looked up the location for filming on his phone last night before bed, out in the woods somewhere, outside a rural town about an hour’s drive from his apartment.

He thought about how your hair would look when the sun caught it, about you behind the camera. He leaned his head back onto the chair, the ceiling tiles stared back at him. He sighed in the fluorescent lights. Maybe several months out in the woods would do him some good. Away from Mingyu’s burnt coffee and Seungkwan’s dramatics. He just needed to figure out how to not act like a total loser around you.

“Vernon?” Chan’s voice cut through his swirling thoughts.

“Hm?” He sat up to see everyone staring at him.

“Your updates?” Chan narrowed his eyes.

“Oh, uh,” he adjusted his posture in the chair. “I start filming a new movie in two weeks.” There were murmurs of “congratulations” around the room. Seokmin was beaming at him again.

“Yes,” Chan said through gritted teeth. “So we won’t be seeing much of Vernon for the next few months, everyone wish him luck. He was adamant that this project was something he wanted to be a part of.”

After a few more mundane announcements Chan dismissed the meeting. Everyone began filtering out slowly. As Vernon rose from his chair he felt a hand circle his wrist and tug him back down. He fell back into the chair and looked over at Seungkwan.

“Is this that director you’re obsessed with?”

“Define obsessed.” Vernon avoided the question.

“Seriously.” Seungkwan deadpanned.

“I wouldn’t say obsessed.” Vernon shrugged. “I admire her work and her ideas.” “So you’re in love with her.” Seungkwan rolled his eyes. “Try not to make a fool out of yourself for once, okay?”

“Good morning everyone!” You beamed at the complete cast and crew. “Welcome to the first table read of Soul Meets Body!” There were cheers around the room. You made eye contact with everyone who gathered to help you make this movie. “We’re going to do just a casual table read today, just to get a feel for the project and the people involved.”

You sat and began reading the scene setting directions in your script. You felt his eyes on you, even without looking up you knew he was watching you instead of following along in his own copy of the script.

His voice rang out as soon as you were finished reading, his first line coming out of his mouth as if this was the role he was born to play. You smiled to yourself as you listened to Vernon and Leah work through the scene for the first time as a team. Stealing a glance at him, he was focused, professional. The highlighter you provided was perched in his fingers delicately, he twirled it absentmindedly every so often.

Eventually, the script was read front to back and people were mingling in the room. You watched everyone with a smile on your face.

“Here you go.” Vernon’s voice came from beside you. He held out the piece of paper with his name typed on it to you. “Thanks,” you placed the name card on top of your own, starting a pile. “Great work today.” You smiled.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “Thanks, the script is so cool, I’m excited.”

“Well thanks for being a part of helping it come to life.”

Filming started a few weeks after the table read, and everything went better than you could have imagined. You weren’t sure what to do with all the excitement of this dream coming true for you. Leah and Vernon had a natural chemistry about them, you could believe their story, even though you wrote it.

You packed up your supplies as the rest of the crew thinned out and headed out for the day. The boxes of supplies, props, and your cameras piled high and you contemplated how you would get it all to its rightful places.

“You need help?” Vernon once again was at your side, also eyeing the large amount of your supplies.

“That would be great actually.” You sighed. He nodded simply and picked up a few stackable boxes. You slung your camera bags over your shoulders and grabbed the remaining box. “My cameras and stuff will go in my truck but the boxes go in the cabin!” You called out to him.

“Got it!” He affirmed from in front of you. The two of you made your way to the cabin and he pushed the door open with his foot. He set his boxes down and then turned to take yours. His fingers brushed yours as you let him take it off your hands.

“Thanks, that would’ve taken way longer without you.” You sighed, patting your pockets looking for the key to the cabin. You found it in your back pocket.

“Oh no worries, gotta help your director where you can.” He shrugged and shuffled out of the cabin so you could lock up. “I was really excited when you emailed me, you know?” He confessed, kicking the gravel under his feet.

“You were?” You tried to level your voice, you didn’t want to sound like some weird fangirl.

“Oh yeah,” He smiled at you as the two of you made your way toward your car. “I kind of don’t shut up about how much I like your stuff.”

“God,” you blushed. “I emailed you because I think your acting is so perfect for this.” “I guess you could call us a couple of fans, then.” He smiled at the color in your cheeks.

You straightened the blanket slung across the back of the couch. That wasn’t right, you took it off and threw it more casually. A whine of frustration escaped your lips, this had to look realistic.

“Are you okay?” A voice piped up behind you, making you jump. You spun around to see Vernon in the doorway to the cabin, two coffees in his hands.

“You’re early.” You clutched your chest.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said softly, taking a few steps toward you. He held out one of the coffees to you. “I was up so I thought I’d provide your caffeine for the morning.” He looked between you and the coffee. “I just guessed what you’d like.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Thanks,” you smiled back at him. “I’m, uh, set dressing. I usually do this alone before anyone gets here.” He nodded and you took the coffee from him. He began walking around the couch scanning the blanket.

“You’re trying to make it look lived in?” He looked up from the scene at you. You nodded back at him. “Let’s try this then.” He set his coffee down on the small table at the side of the room and sat down on the couch, wrapping himself in the blanket. You stared at the back of his head and pulled out your polaroid camera.

The sound of the shutter broke the momentary silence in the cabin. Vernon threw the blanket off of his shoulders onto the back of the couch as you threw the small photo into a drawer of the prop hutch. Vernon picked up his coffee and gestured to the blanket.

“I feel stupid, I could have done that.” You carefully returned the camera to its carrying case.

“Sometimes you just need a new perspective.” He smiled. “What’s this?”

“Oh, it’s just a polaroid camera.” You looked up at him. “I like to take pictures and hide them around for me, or someone, to find later. Kind of like a physical reminder of memories I guess.”

“You have such a wonderful mind.”

“Rachel, you know I love you, please just talk to me!”

You watched Vernon and Leah through the monitor as they played out the scene in front of you. Vernon was more perfect for this part than you could have imagined. He brought a creativity to each scene that was so distinctly him.

When you cut, you invited the two of them behind the camera to watch the scene. Vernon pushed his hand through his hair and let Leah walk over ahead of him. You were satisfied with their performance but Vernon requested one more shot. He felt like he wasn’t as natural as he could have been.

Throughout the rest of the day he stole glances at you whenever he could get away with it. He was so impressed with your dedication to your craft. You dressed every scene yourself, you knew how you wanted everything to look, sometimes pieces he would have never even thought of.

“Oh let me help you!” Vernon rushed to you after filming had wrapped for the day and took the box of supplies from your hands. You sent him a thankful smile and picked up another box. “Where are we taking these?”

“The back room,” you tilted your head toward the cabin up the access road. He nodded and started up toward it. You followed him up. He set down the box inside the cabin and reached for the one in your hands.

“Need anything else?” He asked sheepishly.

“No, I don’t think so.” You looked up at him. He shuffled his feet on the gravel road as the two of you walked away from the cabin.

“Okay well,” He smiled as you approached your car.

“I might stay for a bit,” you blurted out. “If you want to keep me company?” He nodded enthusiastically. The sun was starting to set as the two of you walked further along the road. You could see the lake from the outskirts of the forest where the gravel makes way for a small one lane road, your production shut down traffic access for the month it will take to film. No one really came out this way anymore so it wasn’t a hard sell to the small town.

“Excited to film in there.” Vernon stated simply, nodding toward the lake and stuffing his hands in his pockets. You followed his gaze.

“Yeah,” You chuckled. “You might freeze your ass off.”

“Worth it, as long as you get the shot.” He looked back to you and winked. You couldn’t help the blush that spread over your cheeks. He watched you squirm for just a moment before continuing forward, onto the road. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.” You blinked at the sudden change in subject.

“Oh, um,” you thought. “I know a lot of constellations.” You shrugged.

“Teach me?” He looked over his shoulder at you. Sure why not you thought to yourself and gestured to the road in front of you as you sat down. You sat cross legged as Vernon occupied the space next to you. He leaned back on his hands and stretched his legs out in front of him.

“So,” you started. “Those three stars,” you pointed toward the sky. “They are the handle of the Big Dipper, which expands into Ursa Major.” Vernon nodded quietly beside you, shuffling closer so he could see where exactly you were pointing. You could hear his breathing, slowing now because he was focused.

“Wait,” he whispered. He scooted behind you. “Do you mind?” You shook your head and he tucked himself behind you. He spread his legs so you were nestled between them and once again stretched them out in front of you. “Show me again.” His breath fanned across your neck as he leaned his chin on your shoulder.

“There,” you were sure he could hear the waver in your voice. He followed the line of your arm with his eyes and searched the sky for the three stars you were referencing.

“Oh I see it!” You could hear the smile in his voice. “And that connects to Ursa Major.” You nodded, pleased that he remembered. “Ursa means bear.” He stated, you weren’t sure if he was telling you or reminding himself.

“Oh you speak Latin now?” You teased. He shrugged behind you.

“There’s lots you don’t know about me, yet.” Your stomach swirled at the implication.

“Okay, tell me something.” You twisted slightly to try and look at him. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your waist, effectively preventing you from turning fully. You tried to steady your breathing, surprised at his boldness. You felt a bit like a teenager, not like an adult who is making the breakthrough movie of their career.

“I think my boss might hate me,” His low voice rumbled through you.

“What?” You laid your head back onto his shoulder and stared up at the night sky, the stars winking at you through the trees.

“He was really against me doing this project.” He admitted quietly. “It was an argument up until the first day of filming.” You stiffened at the confession. He rubbed soothing circles into your shirt. “I’m Lee Chan’s problem child, always have been.” He sighed. “Doesn’t matter that I’m older than him. He always has his tabs on me, very much wanting to keep my career linear.”

“What do you mean?” “He’d much rather I not take risks.” Vernon admitted. “I don’t think of you as a risk, I know how good you are at what you do. Chan does not.”

“I feel like a lot of people don’t know.” You mumbled, a feeling of inadequacy settling in your stomach.

“What are you talking about?” His grip on your waist tightened. “You are so talented, your work is some of my favorite stuff.”

“But getting started was a risk.” You told him. “My parents are still worried that it won’t work out, but what would I do if not this.” You closed your eyes. Vernon had this way of making you so comfortable that you were able to admit your fears.

“I think you’re doing just fine.” He whispered as he moved his chin from your shoulder. “Y/N you’re so talented and you have such a unique way of telling the story you have in mind.”

“Sometimes I wonder if there’s anyone out there who understands my vision.” You wriggled out of his grasp so you could turn to face him. His hair was falling into his eyes and he was looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky just to teach him about the constellations. “But I think you do.”

“If I didn’t believe in you or this project I wouldn’t have worked so hard to be a part of it.” He moved closer to you, like the two of you were magnets and he might die if he wasn’t touching you. His fingers gently moved your hair behind your ear and lingered there. “Y/N, can I kiss you?”

You nodded dumbly.

The kiss started slowly, tenderly. His lips moved tentatively against yours, evident that he had been thinking about this for a while. He cupped your cheek with his hand. You reached out and tangled your fingers through his hair, pulling a small noise from Vernon’s throat. He pulled you closer and deepened the kiss, he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip and you opened up for him. He licked into your mouth, he tasted like tea and vaguely like tobacco.

Vernon moved his hands to your waist, fingers slipping underneath your shirt ever so slightly. His calloused fingers dragged roughly on your soft skin, you shivered at the contact. He continued to move closer to you until he was laying you back gently. Your head settled on the road and Vernon’s weight was on you. Everywhere was Vernon, everything was him, you weren’t sure you cared.

He moved to attach his lips to your neck. He left sloppy open mouth kisses from below your ear to your collarbone. There was a distinct dull ache between your legs, you attempted to press them together to get any kind of relief but Vernon was there instead. He returned his mouth to yours and experimentally rolled his hips into yours. You whined into his mouth, encouraging him to continue.

“You sound so beautiful when you make that sound.” He grunted above you. He continued to rock his hips into yours, weakly stimulating your clit. It wasn’t enough, but it would do. Pleasure mounted weakly in your belly as his cock grew hard in his jeans. He buried his face in your neck, you could feel his short breaths on your skin.

For a moment he pressed his hips down and let you grind up into him. The friction against your cunt was delicious. You rolled your hips faster, chasing a high you weren’t sure was coming. Too many barriers. Suddenly, he brought his hips back to yours with a snap.

“Vernon,” you whined breathily.

“Hansol,” He breathed to you. “Call me Hansol.” He nearly begged.

“H-Hansol, more, need more.” His hips sputtered at your request and he languidly rolled his hips into you at a quicker pace. If you felt like a high schooler before, it was tenfold now. You would feel stupid about how quickly you hurtled toward the edge with nothing but some dry humping, if the hard press of his clothed cock didn’t feel so good.

Vernon felt the bite of the stray gravel on his knees, but he didn’t care, not with the delicious sounds of the beautiful girl writhing underneath him. He’d tend to the bruises tomorrow.

You furiously flipped through your copy of the script, the pages all dog eared and highlighted. Vernon eyed you from the opposite side of the small couch on set. He watched you grow more frustrated as you went back and forth between pages.

“Hey.” He called out softly. You glanced over to him, catching his warm gaze. Vernon lightly pulled your legs over his lap. “What’s going on in your head?” An exasperated groan left your lips and you let your script fall over your face as he pulled you closer.

“I need something besides lighting to visually cue the shift in time.” You grumbled from beneath the papers. “Like, the scenes after Leah dies will be blue toned, but you can’t just look the exact same…” Vernon hummed. You peaked out from behind the script. He was staring off into the distance, clearly thinking.

“I could shave my head.” He shrugged. You scrambled up, the script fluttering to the floor.

“What?” You blinked at him.

“I could shave my head.” He repeated, as if it was obvious. He dragged his fingers soothingly over your exposed legs.

“Like,” you shivered at the gentle touches. “A buzz?” He nodded. “I couldn’t make you do that.”

“I suggested it, Y/N.” He chuckled. You leaned forward and captured a piece of the hair framing his face between your fingers. Vernon watched you carefully consider his hair, pushing it out of his eyes. He saw the shift from yourself to director of this movie in the way your eyes narrowed at him.

“If you’re sure…” You mumbled. He nodded dumbly, willing to do anything to make this project successful. Your eyes flicked to his lips and back to his hair.

“I’m sure,” He licked his lips. “I want this to be the best movie you’ve ever made.”

“Seems like a selfish desire, Hansol” You leaned closer to him.

“Maybe I’m a selfish man.” He cracked a cocky smile before lightly pressing his lips to yours. You melted into his touch and allowed him control of the kiss. He parted your lips with his tongue and began exploring your mouth, not unlike he did out in the road last week.

You began to attempt to pull away but he tangled his fingers through your hair and made a noise of protest. Vernon was not ready to let you go. You allowed him to lick into your mouth and deepen the kiss. His mouth tasted like tea.

“I have clippers at my place,” he whispered as he moved to plant searing kisses on your jaw.

“Today is your last scene for the past.” You stated breathlessly. He hummed in affirmation against your skin.

“Come over and shave it tonight.” He mumbled.

“Me?” You nearly shrieked. He pulled back to look at you fully.

“Yeah?” He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Who else?”

“Anyone else!” You placed your hands on his shoulders. “I’m a film director not a hair stylist!”

“It’s a buzz Y/N.” He deadpanned. “Besides, you're pretty good at everything.”

Vernon’s apartment was pretty much what you imagined it would be. His living room walls were covered in posters for various movies, some of which featured your own name. He wasn’t lying when he said he was a fan because you weren’t even sure where he would have gotten these. His laptop was on the coffee table with a pair of headphones still plugged in, like he had rushed out this morning.

He kept the place lit with only lamps, the overhead lights pretty much collecting dust. There was a feeling of comfort and warmth that was so distinctly Hansol. You watched him move through to the kitchen.

“Where did you get this?” You wondered out loud looking at the theatrical poster of your latest release.

“Uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “Don’t worry about it?” “No seriously, I’ve been looking for it.” You turned toward him.

“Oh my God, if you need it, you can have it.” “Nah, it looks better here than it ever would in my agency.” You winked at him. He blushed and wandered toward the kitchen. You turned your attention toward the rest of the posters and his collection of DVDs.

“Wanna order take out?” He called to you, pulling back from the refrigerator once he realized he really needed to go grocery shopping. Filming wrapped for the day about two hours ago, it took the two of you that long to clean up and get to his apartment. Tonight was the first time the thin wall of professionalism had come down, you were nervous.

Vernon appeared from the kitchen, grabbed your hand, and pulled you next to him on the couch. “It’s okay, Y/N, nothing has to happen,” he rubbed circles into the back of your hand with his thumb. “You’re just here to shave my head and maybe eat something.” He smiled at you.

One meal and several stolen kisses later you were standing in his kitchen, clippers in hand. You ripped a hole in a trash bag and shoved it over his head. He made a muffled sound of surprise and turned toward you.

“To catch the hair.” You stated simply. You dug in your bag and pulled out your camera. He eyed you and you watched him through the viewfinder for a moment before snapping the picture, catching it as it printed out. “Before.” You stuck it in his silverware drawer.

He sat down in the chair you carefully pulled into the center of the room and spread another trash bag under. His brown eyes looked up at you expectantly. “Ready?” You asked, nervously. He nodded up at you. You took a deep breath and turned on the clippers. The machine vibrated ecstatically in your hand. Moving toward him you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Open your eyes, babe.” He tried to sound nonchalant, but the nerves were evident in his tone. Your eyes popped open.

“Sorry.” You replied sheepishly. The clippers connected with his head, your eyes stayed open, and your tongue popped between your lips in concentration. Vernon’s eyes were locked on you for the entire process, just like when you’re in director mode, the care you put into everything was obvious. Vernon felt lucky that you put this level of care into anything to do with him.

You ran your hand over his skull. “It’s done.” You muttered. It was almost unfair, how good he looked with a buzzcut.

The water was up to Vernon’s waist, still he waded further. You watched the water creep up his shirt above the water. Peaking at the screen on the camera you called out to him,

“Vernon! You can stop there, framing looks good!” He turned back toward the camera, toward you, and flashed a smile and a thumbs up.

You called action and watched him transform from your Hansol into the character you crafted, partly for him. He delivered his lines to the woods surrounding the lake, screaming and splashing. This scene was a pinnacle in the movie, Adam was seeing his wife’s ghost and desperately trying to get to her, just to find she wasn’t real. After Vernon finished his scene you would have Leah in the lake. The film will be layered over each other to give it a disjointed feeling.

You had never seen Vernon act in a scene like this before, you were almost nervous going into today, but he blew you away. He truly had a passion for this work, and for your movie. You weren’t sure how you struck such gold with the two cast members you found.

Vernon got his shot within a few takes, he scrambled out of the lake and took the towel from the shore. Leah met him at the edge of the water.

“It’s warm, don’t worry about that.” He laid his hand on her shoulder and she laughed. She began to wade into the water, her white dress pooling around her. Vernon joined you behind the camera. “Got it quick, just like I said.” His voice was low so that only you could hear him. He watched Leah get deeper in the water through your screen from behind you. His hand found your hip. You stiffened under his touch, so casual in front of everyone.

“Leah!” You called. “I have the framing! You’re good!” Vernon dropped his hand.

The sun sunk below the horizon, casting golden hues on the surface of the lake hours later. Most of the crew had packed up and headed home a few minutes ago. You carefully detached your camera from the tripod and packed it in its case. Then, you turned to fold up the tripod only to find Vernon already starting the task.

“These going to the cabin?” He asked.

“Yeah, but I was going to stay out here for a bit.”

“Want company?” He put the folded tripod with the camera bag.

“Yes I do.” You declared plopping down onto the sand near the shore. He chuckled behind you and shuffled behind you. He held you the way he did a few weeks ago when you taught him about the stars. His arms snaked around your waist.

“Over halfway done, how you feeling, Madam Director?”

“Ew.” You giggled. “I feel good about the movie, you and Leah are more amazing than I could have imagined.”

“I meant it when I said I wanted this to be the best movie you’ve ever made.” He rested his chin on the top of your head.

“I’m a little scared of what happens after though.” You admitted. “I’ve been working on this for so long, where do I go from here?” “I think everything will work out the way it should.” Vernon assured you, the double meaning wasn’t lost on you.

“Do you want it to work out that way?” You whispered.

“Absolutely, as long as it’s what you see for yourself.” A silence fell between you, it was comfortable and introspective. The implications of the brief conversation settled on the two of you like a blanket, shutting out the rest of the world.

You turned towards him and held out your hand. He let you pull him to his feet and lead him to the water. The moon was high in the sky and casting shadows across his face. He caught your gaze and held it as he sank to his knees in front of you. A quiet gasp escaped your lips. He chuckled as he broke eye contact to tug on your shoelace.

“You’re terrible.” You sighed and stepped out of your shoes and allowed him to take off your socks.

“What did you think was about to happen, baby? You have all your clothes on.”

“Hasn’t stopped you before, Hansol.” He stood back up and crowded your space. His lips brushed yours just barely.

“We’ll see.” He whispered before crashing his lips against yours. Your arms wrapped around his torso and pulled him as close as you could. The sand was cool on your feet but the heat of Hansol was all encompassing. His hands slipped underneath your shirt shamelessly. He swallowed your breathy noises as he dragged his fingers up your rib cage toward your breasts.

He lifted your shirt over your head quickly and returned his hands to your skin. The want ripped through your body faster than you expected. Your hands found the button of his jeans. Hansol kicked off his shoes to allow you to easier get them off. You tossed them up the beach toward your bag. His large hands covered your breasts and kneaded the flesh over your bra.

“You’re so beautiful, you know?” He breathed into your mouth. His fingers ventured back and found the clasp of the bra. The fabric fluttered to the ground, you felt exposed but you weren’t sure you cared. He stepped back briefly and his eyes raked down your body as he took off his socks. His shirt came off quickly after.

He stepped closer to you and hooked a thumb under the band of your underwear. Kisses peppered down your neck until he reached your collar bone. He began to suck deep bruises into the skin there. Slowly, his fingers swept against your cunt experimentally. You moaned at the slightest contact. Hansol smiled against your skin and dragged his fingers through your folds.

“Hansol, please.” You whined. The calloused pad of his finger slowly began to circle your clit. You nearly jumped out of your skin at the delicious contact. He slipped your panties down your legs and allowed you to step out of them. Carefully, he pulled you against him, your back flush against his chest. His clothed cock was hard against your ass as his fingers returned to their ruminations. You felt like you might have exploded at this alone.

His fingers slowly swept through your folds again before dipping shallowly into your entrance. You moaned at the intrusion, encouraging Hansol to push in further. A second finger found the spot inside you as his thumb met the delicious bundle of nerves. You were hurtling toward your high embarrassingly fast. Your hips bucked slightly to meet his pace.

“It’s okay, baby, I got you, you can let go.” His gravelly voice rumbled through you. You could feel him rutting helplessly into the swell of your ass through his boxers as the thread in your stomach snapped and your vision exploded into a million colors. He held you through the after shock of your orgasm and slowly removed his fingers from you.

“Take these off.” You reached behind you and snapped the band of his boxers. You started up the beach toward your bag as he all but ripped them off of his body. He watched your body bathed in moonlight return to him with your polaroid in your hand. “Memories worth keeping?” He chuckled as he let the water touch his toes.

“Yes, if not this, then what?” You asked, raising the viewfinder to your eye. You saw Hansol, completely bare just for you, lit by only the moon, in the small window. The shutter snapped. Running up the beach, you grab the photo before it falls to the ground and you put the camera in your bag and you set the developing picture into the bigger camera bag which let less light in.

He reaches for your hands as you return to him. You allow him to guide you into the lake slowly. His eyes never left yours as he guided you deeper and deeper. The lake was not too deep even in the middle, so Hansol could touch the entire time even when your toes left the floor. He held you so tenderly and protectively.

“Come here,” he whispered and pulled you even closer. You wrapped your legs around his trim waist and he held you there. His eyelids drooped with desire as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. Slowly the kiss became more and more heated. His tongue explored your mouth, even though he was confident he could map it out from memory by now. Your hands toyed with the barely there strands at the nape of his neck. “Do you want to try something with me?” He asked, his eyes fluttering open. You nodded, too afraid to break the moment.

He adjusted his grip on your thigh and guided his hard length to your entrance. You watched the droplets of water dripped off of his long eyelashes as he slowly sheathed himself inside of you. You heard yourself gasp before you realized you were doing it, the stretch was absolutely delicious.

“Oh, Hansol,” your voice was breathy and your eyes fluttered closed as he held you tightly and began to fuck up into you. You felt every single drag of him against your walls.

“You feel so good,” he whined. “Feel like you were made for me.” His pace slowed, an agonizing attempt to make this last longer. You buried your face in his neck, the water licking your cheek as he began to pound into you again. The sound of your moans and breaths were too close to his ear, you were going to drive him wild, as if you hadn’t already. You wrapped around him, he was surrounded by you, and he wasn’t sure how he could keep his hands off of you in front of everyone after he has had you like this.

Hansol felt the sting of teeth against his earlobe. His thrusts became erratic as his high suddenly mounted. Fingers pressed into your thighs almost painfully you whined, but only because it felt good. Your second orgasm bubbled in your belly and you reached down and began to stimulate your own clit. You felt like you were out of your body, the pleasure too much. Hansol’s hips sputtered and with a choked sound he began to release thick white ropes inside of you. Your orgasm crashed into you quickly after he began to fill you up.

“Oh my God, Hansol.” You mewled unabashedly as the pleasure wracked through you. Hansol thrusted weakly under you as you rode out your high. He kissed your hair as you began to come down. Slowly, he pulled out of you, a feeling of emptiness spreading through your body.

“C’mon, let’s get you on solid ground.” He cradled you against his chest and carried you out of the lake.

Vernon sighed and ran a hand over his buzzed head. He still wasn’t used to seeing himself in the mirror without his hair. This was his first day back at the Sebong building since you shaved his head in the middle of his kitchen. He was nervous.

The sound of the bathroom door swinging open made him jump and scramble to get the beanie over his head.

“Hey,” Seungkwan offered as he saw Vernon. His eyes grew wide as he took in the appearance of his friend who was trying to hide the glaringly obvious change.

“Oh Hansol,” a wicked grin spread over Seungkwan’s face. “Lee Chan is going to kill you.”

“Shut up Kwan.” Vernon grumbled, pulling the beanie down over his ears. “He won’t even notice.” He said firmly, trying to convince himself.

“Sure, Sol,” Seungkwan chuckled, planting his hand on top of Vernon’s head and shaking it a bit. “He’s waiting for you with Minghao in the boardroom, good luck.”

“Fuck.”

Vernon strode into the room, a thinly veiled air of panic behind false confidence. He plopped down in his usual chair, the one with the peeling vinyl, and leveled his gaze at Chan and Minghao.

“Vernon!” Chan smiled at him. “Just who we were wanting to talk to!”

“Yeah, and I would have never known if Seungkwan didn’t find me in the bathroom.” Vernon slumped and crossed his arms over his chest. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, uh, I’ll cut to the chase.” Chan leaned forward. “I have it on good authority that there might be something going on on set. Care to share?” “Nope.”

“Vernon.” Chan said with a warning tone. “Are you–why are you wearing a beanie? It’s July.”

“I wear beanies, Chan. Nothing weird about it.”

“What did you do to your hair?” Chan pressed nervously.

“That’s not what this meeting is about, is it?” Vernon replied coolly.

“Just tell him you shaved your head so I can do the part of my job that doesn’t involve wrangling you.” Minghao spoke up. Vernon sent him a glare from across the table. “You aren’t exactly good at secrets, Vern.”

“You’re supposed to be on my side, Hao.” Vernon slipped the beanie off his head.

“Oh my God.” Chan buried his face in his hands. “Why did you do that?”

“Movie demands.” Vernon shrugged. He wouldn’t dare tell Chan it was his idea.

“He shaved his head.” Chan muttered to Minghao who rolled his eyes.

“Mourn my dead skin cells if you want, but can I go?” Vernon asked hopefully.

“No!” Chan sat up, “We haven’t even talked about what we’re here for! Vernon, are you having relations with your director?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” Vernon looked between Chan and Minghao. Minghao seemed disinterested in this dispute.

“This could turn into a PR nightmare.” Chan retorted. “If it is true.” “I guess we’ll never know.” Vernon pushed away from the table and stood.

“Stop fucking your director.” Chan insisted. Vernon stopped in the doorway to the boardroom and looked back at his boss.

“No.”

You flipped open the lid to your big camera bag and clapped your hand over your mouth. Vernon, who shows up early every day now padded over to you to see what was wrong. He peered down into the bag and laughed in disbelief.

“That’s my dick.” He stated.

“Yeah no shit!” You hissed and slammed the bag closed. He thought you were cute when you were flustered like this. He reached over, opened the bag, and plucked the polaroid from its place on top of the camera.

“Here,” he ran his hand over your ass and slipped the small photo into your back pocket. “For safekeeping.” You gawked at him in disbelief as he rose to stand and greet his makeup artist as if nothing happened. You stared at the back of his head until he was out of your sight.

The cast and crew convened in front of the cabin about two hours later. Everyone was looking at you, waiting for you to say something.

“Well,” you started. “Today is the last day of filming. I want to thank each and every one of you for believing in this project. I can tell just how much everyone cares by the work we have all done over the last several weeks.” You smiled sadly at everyone, eyes lingering on Hansol. “Let’s make it another great day guys.” Cheers exploded from the small crowd of people and you finally felt like you were where you were supposed to be. Various members of your small crew came to give you hugs and congratulations and then the work started.

Leah and Vernon never let up until the very end, they both gave their all. You watched Vernon talk tenderly to the sky in what would be the final scene of the movie. His emotions rolled over him in waves, tears falling from his eyes. You couldn’t help your tears from falling behind the camera. What next?

“Cut!” You called. “That’s a wrap on Soul Meets Body.” Your voice cracked. Vernon was running to you. His arms encircled your waist and he lifted you off the ground and spun you around. You could hear the cheers from everyone around you, finally everyone being able to see the not so well kept secret in front of them.

One Year Later…

“Are you ready for this?” You asked, smoothing your hands down the sleeves of Hansol’s suit jacket.

“I am, are you?” He smirked. “They’re going to ask about it.” “Let them.” Leah, Vernon, and yourself stepped out into the light. It was a small premiere, so not too intimidating but this felt more intense than any other premiere you’ve had in your career to date.

“Y/N, as the director, was there anything driving your passion for this project?” An indie film journalist asked quickly before anyone could get a word in.

“Y/N!” Another journalist called. “Is there anyone in particular in the cast or crew that made this movie such an important one?”

“I can’t say much,” you started. “But I can assure you, this movie was made with a lot of love.”

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I Can Fight | J.Ww

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Since you married Jeon Wonwoo, you always considered to not wear revealing clothes. Honestly, Wonwoo doesn't mind.

Maestro is definitely Wonwoo's era. My love from him escalates from hundred to limited🤍 god, i need him in my life. However, enjoy this fluffy fluffy wonuuuu🥰

It hasn't even been a year since you tied the knot with Jeon Wonwoo, the heir to a vast conglomerate. He possesses everything one could desire: a top-tier education, a lucrative career, and a prominent place in society. Yet, despite his wealth and status, he insists that you are the center of his universe. You, a mere lecturer at a university owned by his father, never imagined you'd capture the heart of someone like Wonwoo.

Your paths crossed at an event where you represented the university as its youngest dean. Wonwoo's attention was drawn to you instantly, captivated by the calm grace you exuded. The following morning, you were taken aback to find him at the university, seeking you out.

"I have something to discuss with you," he said, his eyes filled with a mixture of determination and something else, something softer.

As he proposed an internship program to benefit the students, the conversation effortlessly shifted from professional to personal. It became evident that his true motive was to get closer to you, to unravel the layers of your being.

You couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in your heart as Wonwoo confessed his ulterior motive. How could you resist someone who pursued you with such sincerity and charm?

Wonwoo's pride in you knew no bounds. He loved to showcase you to his friends and colleagues, boasting about your intelligence and beauty at every opportunity. Being by his side at elite events was both an honor and a responsibility, one that required the perfect attire to match his prestigious status.

As you surveyed the two gowns laid out before you in the bedroom, the weight of the upcoming event pressed upon you. Your current formal attire had already made its rounds, and you couldn't bear the thought of causing Wonwoo any embarrassment by appearing in the same outfit again.

With a heavy sigh, you reached for your phone, dialing Seungkwan's number without hesitation. He was your trusted friend, the one whose fashion sense you relied on for such occasions. But as you questioned his choices, your finger instinctively pointed towards the more daring of the two gowns—a black off-shoulder number with a thigh-high slit.

"What were you thinking with these options?" you inquired, your voice laced with a mix of frustration and concern. The other gown, a deep red wine hue, was equally alluring, with its backless design and knee-high slit, presenting a different kind of challenge.

"I thought that's what rich people wear to events like that! It's straight out of the pages of those fancy books!" Seungkwan's voice came through the phone, his defense ringing with a hint of sheepishness.

You took a moment to collect yourself, inhaling deeply before responding. "Do you honestly think I usually wear something like these?" You couldn't help but chuckle, the absurdity of the situation washing over you.

Seungkwan's laughter echoed through the phone. "Of course not. Last time you wore something revealing was when you danced to '10 Minute' at Jeonghan's birthday party in college."

A wistful smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you recalled the carefree days of youth. "And I was so drunk that I slit my skirt and cut my sleeves," you added, shaking your head at the memory.

Seungkwan's tone turned more serious. "Just wear it. You won't embarrass your husband by wearing it. Trust me."

You nervously bit your lip, the weight of Seungkwan's words sinking in. "He's a respected person, Seungkwan. And I'm an academic. Last time I wore something tight, someone actually talked about him."

"No way! What did they say?" Seungkwan's curiosity piqued through the phone.

You let out a weary sigh, memories of the unpleasant encounter resurfacing. "Just that I looked too hot for a professor, and my look didn't match Wonwoo. It was awful, really. I wish I could have stood up to them at the time."

Seungkwan's voice came through with conviction, urging you not to let others dictate your choices. "Darling! Don't let them stop you. What if you are actually too hot? It's their fault they couldn't handle your fire! Stand up to them if someone talks to you like that."

A soft laugh escaped your lips at Seungkwan's fierce encouragement. "You know I can't fight," you admitted, resigned to your non-confrontational nature.

Before you could dwell further on the conversation, the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open interrupted your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to see your husband standing there, his presence filling the room with warmth and reassurance.

"Wonwoo just got back from work, I'll let you know my choice. Thanks for getting me these dresses, though," you informed Seungkwan.

Seungkwan hummed in acknowledgment. "Say hi to Wonwoo. I believe he'll choose the black one."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his teasing remark. "Shut up," you retorted playfully before ending the call.

As Wonwoo entered the room, his presence instantly filled the space with comfort and affection. His tie was discarded, and he loosened his blazer before casting a glance at the dresses laid out on the bed.

"Seungkwan got me these for tonight," you explained, gesturing towards the gowns. Wonwoo nodded in understanding as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"He has great taste," he murmured softly, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

A tender smile graced your lips as he pulled you closer, his embrace providing solace and reassurance. "You'll look good in everything," he added, his words washing over you like a comforting embrace.

You gently touched his arms, leaning into his embrace. "But don't you think they'll be too revealing? I could just wear the one I've already used."

Wonwoo shook his head, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "If you want to wear these, then wear them. I think you'll look absolutely gorgeous, whether in revealing clothes or not."

A surge of warmth flooded your chest at his words, his unwavering support comforting you. "However, I would love to see you in them," he added, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, turning your head to meet his gaze. "Really?"

Wonwoo nodded, his expression earnest. "Let's show them that you're hot, just like what Seungkwan said."

Your astonishment grew as you realized he had overheard your conversation with Seungkwan. "From which part did you hear us?" you asked curiously.

"From the start. I actually wanted to surprise you, but you were talking to him," Wonwoo confessed with a sheepish smile.

A moment of silence passed between you before he spoke again. "Actually, I want to thank him for getting you these dresses. I can't wait to see you wear it," he added, his excitement evident in his voice.

He gently withdrew his arms from your waist, turning your body to face him. His hands tenderly moved from your hair to your face, cupping your cheeks and stroking them softly. "I'd love to see you in the black one tonight," he murmured, his voice filled with affection as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

A warmth spread through you at his touch and words, reassurance flooding your senses. "Your friend knows me so well," he remarked, planting another kiss on your forehead before trailing down to your shoulder.

His gestures of love and appreciation enveloped you, melting away any lingering doubts or insecurities.

***

You approached Wonwoo where he sat on the couch in the living room, a hint of uncertainty in your gaze. "Isn't it too revealing?" you asked, your voice tinged with self-doubt.

His breath caught in his throat as he took in your breathtaking appearance. The black dress hugged your curves in all the right places, accentuating your beauty in a way that left him speechless. The subtle yet alluring makeup only enhanced your features, drawing his eyes irresistibly to you. And the scent of your perfume, a familiar fragrance that never failed to captivate him, enveloped him in a heady mix of calm and desire.

As your hand moved to cover the revealed thigh, a part of you that he found utterly captivating, Wonwoo couldn't tear his gaze away from you. His heart raced with a jealous fervor, envying his own eyes for having the privilege of beholding your radiance.

"Is it not working?" you questioned, disappointment evident in your tone as he remained silent.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Wonwoo reached out to gently grasp your hand, pulling it away from your thigh. "No, it's not that," he finally managed to say, his voice filled with reverence and admiration. "You look absolutely stunning, beyond words."

Wonwoo sensed your apprehension and immediately shook his head, stepping forward to take your hand and press a tender kiss to it. "I can't believe I'm married to you. You look amazing, love," he murmured, lifting your hand and encouraging you to spin to showcase your dress.

As you twirled, a hint of uncertainty lingered in your mind, but Wonwoo's gasp of awe and promise to buy you countless dresses like the one you wore washed away your worries.

"You can wear anything you want, love. I can fight.," he declared, his words echoing your own inner resolve.

A smile graced your lips as you leaned in to peck his cheek, feeling reassured by his unwavering support. "I'll fight them with my whole life. But kiss me again, here and now," he requested, tapping his lips playfully.

You obliged, landing another gentle kiss, but before you could pull away, Wonwoo's grip on your head tightened, deepening the kiss into a passionate embrace. Lost in the moment, your hands instinctively found their way to his neck, reveling in the intimacy of the kiss that ignited a fiery passion between you.

"Should we skip the event?" he suggested with a mischievous smirk, tempting you with the idea of spending the evening wrapped up in each other's arms.

You playfully slapped his chest, chuckling at his suggestion. "Let's wipe your lips and let me fix my makeup. Seungcheol is going to kill you if we skip his birthday party," you reminded him, handing him a wet wipe.

Wonwoo chuckled as he wiped his mouth clean of your lipstick. "He loves me, he won't kill me," he mumbled before turning his gaze back to you. "So, what do you think?" he asked, anticipation dancing in his eyes as he awaited your response.

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