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sluttywonwoo · 2 months

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they wanna (fuck)

pairing: joshua hong x f reader x vernon chwe

summary: your boyfriend joshua wants to explore something new with you… and his best friend

warnings: swearing, smut (18+ ; mdni)

smut warnings: threesome/cuckolding adjacent, oral (f receiving), protected and unprotected sex, choking

word count: 3.2k

your boyfriend grew up an only child. he’s not the best at sharing. which is why it surprised you more than a little bit when he suggested letting one of his best friends fuck you.

it wasn’t like you were opposed to the idea, you just didn’t think he was serious. you thought it might be a test. but it wasn’t.

“why vernon?” you’d asked.

“he’s got a thing for you,” joshua said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

“and he told you this?”

“nah, just caught him looking at your ass a bunch of times.”

“and have you asked him about this?”

“i was going to bring it up the next time i see him.”

“oh my god, he doesn’t even know?”

joshua scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “well, of course i’d bring it up to you first! it’s your vagina!”

“you’re unbelievable.”

“look, do you want to fuck him or not?”

you did want to fuck vernon. it wasn’t like it was a fantasy of yours or even something you’d dwelled on beyond a passing thought, but the man was certainly easy on the eyes and the way he carried himself made you wonder about… things how big it was.

joshua didn’t tell you exactly how the conversation went down. he just told you that vernon was “extremely down” for it, and that they planned for a time when all three of you were free.

“but why do you want me to fuck one of your friends?”

his cheeks turned pink. “um, it’s kind of a possessive thing, i think.”

“what? how does that work?”

“i just think it’d be hot to watch someone fuck you knowing that i get to have you all the time. i’m letting them have a taste but they’ll never get to experience you the same way i will… never get to make you feel the way i do.”

it was your turn to be flustered.

joshua peeked at your reaction. “is that… bad?” he asked nervously.

you shook your head. “no, not bad at all.”

he breathed a sigh of relief. “okay, good. good.”

when the day actually rolled around, you could tell joshua was having second thoughts. he kept himself busy all morning, cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry, organizing and reorganizing your shared record collection (they’re chronological now)…

“we don’t have to do this,” you reminded him.

“i know. i want to, though,” he assured you. “i’m just nervous about what it will be like to see you with someone else…” he trailed off but you knew what he was implying. he was afraid his jealousy would get the better of him.

you rubbed his back comfortingly as you listened. “well, we can stop at any time.”

he nodded and took your hand, squeezing it once. “the same goes for you, you know.”

you checked the clock. “shouldn’t he be here by now?”

“have you ever known vernon to be on time?”

“fair enough.”

he gets there around fifteen minutes later, looking just as nervous as your boyfriend. maybe even more so. but once joshua goes over the arrangement again and everyone starts taking their clothes off, they both seem a lot more relaxed.

“you can kiss her, you know,” joshua murmurs from his side of the room, apparently dissatisfied with the pace of things. “as long as you don’t leave any marks.”

“is that ok?” vernon asks you.

“yeah, kiss me,” you encourage, pulling him by the shoulders until his nose is just inches from yours.

he closes his eyes and leans in, meeting you halfway. it’s a weird feeling, kissing someone who isn’t your boyfriend, but it isn’t bad. embers of excitement from the unfamiliarity of it all are quick to spark between you, quelling the anxiety and igniting something carnal inside you both. vernon’s the first to use tongue, much to your surprise. a startled moan leaves your lips as he slips his tongue between them.

you’re not sure how much time passes before he pulls away but when he does you’re taken aback by his appearance. your boyfriend’s best friend, always so reserved and quiet, looks like a completely different person.

vernon’s always been handsome of course, but you’ve never looked at him like you’re looking at him now.

he looks almost vampiric, pale skin glowing in the dim light of the table lamps lit on your nightstands. his cheeks are flushed pink with heat and his lips are a little swollen from kissing you so deeply.

“can i touch you too?” he asks, breathless.

“yes, please,” you gasp, “please touch me.”

his hand slides down between your bodies to where your legs are already spread for him. you’d be embarrassed about how eager you are for another man in front of your boyfriend if he wasn’t currently watching the two of you while he palmed himself over his boxers.

everyone had just undressed to their underwear so no one’s naked yet but vernon appears to be intent on changing that for you. he pulls your panties to the side, exposing you to both him and joshua as he pushes a finger inside of you.

your grab on to him for stability, head falling slack against his shoulder.

“add another one, she likes the stretch,” joshua advises.

vernon stiffens a bit— you can’t tell whether it’s from annoyance at being told what to do instead of being allowed to figure it out himself, or if it’s because he had forgotten your boyfriend was still there altogether, but he does what he’s told nonetheless.

the effect is immediate. you moan, maybe a little too loud, and try to muffle yourself in vernon’s shoulder. your first instinct is to bite him, because that’s what you do with joshua when things start feeling intense, but you don’t know him like that. you don’t know if it’s something he’s into. still, your grip around his bicep tightens as he continues to finger you, nails threatening to dig into his skin.

“you can mark me up,” he tells you with a smirk, like he can read your mind. “i don’t mind.”

you take him at his word, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. he moans at the feeling and it’s only then that you realize you could be touching him too. you reach for him but before you can get your hand on him he leans back to look at joshua.

“can i eat her out?”

your boyfriend considers his friend’s request for a moment before answering.

“yes, but she can’t suck you off.”

you wilt a bit but you know joshua didn’t make that rule to punish you. he was already sharing so much of you by exploring this kink that you can’t blame him for wanting to keep part of you for himself. you’re honestly surprised he’s letting vernon go down on you in the first place.

vernon tsks. “i don’t care about that, i just want to taste her. lay back for me, baby.”

you do, but not before scooting up the bed so that vernon can comfortably lay on his stomach between your legs. joshua comes to your side and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“how’re you doing, baby?”

“good,” you say through a hazy smile.

“yeah? his fingers feel good?”

“mhm…”

“i bet his mouth will too.”

you can see how hard joshua is through his boxers, can see the small dark spot where precum had seeped through the fabric. you’re relieved to know he’s enjoying it just as much as you are— maybe more. you long to touch him too. you try to, but he steps just out of reach. is no one going to let you jerk them off tonight?

you’re distracted by vernon again before you can protest.

“let’s get these off of you,” he murmurs, tugging at the elastic of your panties.

you lift up so he can slide them down your legs. he gets them off in record time and shoulders himself between your thighs, kissing his way up to your pussy. first your knee, then your inner thigh, then the crux of your hip.

“not too much now,” joshua warns from his corner.

you roll your eyes. “shua…”

“what! i’m just reminding him not to get too comfortable!”

“that’s fair,” vernon interjects. “sorry.”

joshua mumbles something else but neither you or his best friend catch it because vernon had already buried his face in your cunt.

“oh, fuck,” you gasp, hands flying to his hair.

he’s eager for it, that much is clear. he only sucks on your clit for a couple of seconds before going straight to tongue-fucking you, as if that had been his goal this whole time. you figure he must feel like he has something to prove— or he just really likes eating pussy.

it’s good. he’s good. too good. he’s not better at it than joshua, but he is about to make you cum in a few seconds flat which is a problem because you never cum that fast with your boyfriend.

it’s probably a mixture of vernon’s aggressive technique and how hot you find this whole arrangement to be but you still don’t want it to make joshua feel some type of way so you try your best to hold off a little longer.

you conjure up sad thoughts, try thinking about all the chores you need to do, all the things you’ve heard men do when they try and stave off an orgasm but you know you’re fighting a losing battle.

“already, baby?” joshua muses, drawing your attention to him again.

he’s degrading you like he normally would in bed but you can tell he’s at least a little pissed off from the way his eyes are wider than usual.

“is he that good?”

you shake your head adamantly, fumbling for words. “n-no! i mean he’s good but uh, i don’t-”

between your legs, you can feel vernon smirking against you. you want to smack him but you can’t feel your arms anymore.

joshua scoffs in disbelief and tongues his cheek as you bite your lip to keep yourself from crying out. always the gentleman, though, he leans down and offers you his hand for you to anchor yourself as you cum.

"you're not a very good liar, angel," is all he says as you give up on fighting it and let it hit you. you squeeze his hand hard, back arching off the mattress, pushing your hips further into vernon's face.

vernon doesn't stop until your body goes slack and joshua doesn't let go of your hand until vernon stops.

they let you catch your breath before either of them speaks again. vernon is still grinning as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he's dripping with you but he doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, going as far as to lick the remnants of you from his fingers as if he hadn't just had his head between your thighs less than a minute ago.

"she tastes so fucking good," he murmurs.

"i know," your boyfriend mutters.

"lucky bastard."

joshua turns his attention to you, expression softening when he sees how dazed you look. “you okay, baby?”

you nod with a smile. “mhm.”

“do you want to keep going? do you need a break?”

“wanna keep going,” you say as you prop yourself up on your elbows and look between the two of them. “if you guys do, obviously.”

“fuck yeah,” vernon exhales, making you and your boyfriend laugh.

“you brought condoms, right?” joshua asks.

you and joshua don’t use condoms anymore so you didn’t have any on hand. the two of you debated picking some up beforehand but joshua wasn’t sure what size to get so he just told vernon to bring some himself. problem solved.

“uh yeah,” vernon answers, grabbing his jeans off the floor and fishing a handful of them from one of the pockets. “i didn’t know how many to bring,” he says sheepishly.

“if we don’t use them all today, we can save them for another time,” you assure him.

joshua and vernon react at the same time. “another time?!”

“like if this goes well, right?”

joshua pretends to be annoyed but you can see the little smile that he tries to hide behind his hand, secretly pleased that you're enjoying this as much as he is.

vernon's quick to get the condom on and his boxers off, ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling the latex down to the base of his cock.

he isn't longer than joshua but he is thicker. he's really thick, actually. your mouth waters at the sight and you clench around nothing, feeling even more hollow than you had when he first took his fingers out of you.

"she's got a bit of a size kink," joshua informs his friend, following your gaze to his dick.

"that's not true!" you protest.

"it's a little true," joshua insists.

vernon just grins. he clearly doesn't care about the truth, whatever it is. he's just happy to know you like what you see.

"josh, what position do you want me in?" vernon asks.

joshua doesn't even have to think about it. "either from behind or tabletop. regular missionary is too intimate."

you have to agree. even though it feels incredible, you wouldn't want to experience that with anyone but joshua.

"do you have a preference?" vernon asks you.

"let's do tabletop," you decide. "i want to see you."

"i was hoping you would say that," he admits. "we can switch positions later on if you want."

"you think you'll last that long?" you tease, reaching out to stroke him once or twice just to see him react.

vernon hisses and jerks away from you, cock twitching against his stomach. "good point," he grits out, "we'll cross that bridge if we get to it."

he gets up off the bed and walks around to the foot of it, grabbing you by the ankles and pulling until you're flush with his hips.

"damn dude," joshua says under his breath.

vernon ignores your boyfriend's comment even though he's blushing, choosing to put his full focus on you instead. you're already squirming beneath him, desperate to feel him for the first time.

"are you ready?"

"yes."

"are you sure?"

"god, vernon, if you don't put it in alr-"

the threat works. he pushes himself inside of you in one go, face scrunching up as he fists the sheets beside your head to steel himself.

"god damn it," he chokes out, legs trembling. it sounds suspiciously like a sob but you're too busy trying to adjust to his size to call him on it. "fuck, how do you feel so good?"

"it's insane, right?" joshua gloats. "she's perfect."

"it's not fair..." vernon whines, mostly to himself.

"how does he feel, baby?" joshua asks you, coming close and petting your hair again. he then wipes the tears from the corners of your eyes and then presses the same fingers against your mouth, the salt stinging your swollen lips.

"he f-feels good." your answer comes out muffled against his hand but it seems to satisfy your boyfriend and your lover nonetheless.

he feels better than just good, he feels fucking incredible. the stretch is so intense you feel like you're about to be split in half but you aren't able to articulate that with how overwhelmed you are.

vernon gathers himself eventually but it takes several deep breaths and what sounds like a prayer for strength before he continues.

"can i move?" he asks you, the request bordering on begging.

"yeah, please. please fuck me."

he gives a couple of experimental thrusts before building up to a steady rhythm, each one feeling better than the last. you're so wet that the glide of him inside of you is almost too easy but there's still a bit of resistance due to how thick he is.

"how do you like it?" he grunts, "fast, slow?"

"th-this is good," you say.

"rub her clit," joshua adds.

"i was getting to that," vernon mutters.

he slows down and snakes a hand between your legs, feeling around for it until he feels you tighten up around him.

"there we go," he whispers gently, repeating the pattern he remembers you liking the most.

"you're so fucking pretty, baby," you hear joshua say, making you reach out for him in search of his hand. he gives it to you immediately, squeezing affectionately and encouraging you to do the same. you always held hands during sex. it was a way you were able to anchor yourself to him, squeezing his palm whenever something felt particularly intense. it was comforting to have that translate here as well.

"i love you," he says, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand.

a profession of love while another man is inside of you is a little strange, all things considered, but it still makes you melt.

"i love you too," you reply, before remembering the aforementioned other man inside of you. "sorry, is this turning you off?"

he doesn't even look fazed by it. "nah, it's fine. she got so fucking tight when you told her you loved her."

joshua smirks. "wanna know what else makes her tight?"

"what?"

your boyfriend lets go of your hand, promising to come back, and rounds the bed to whisper something in his best friend's ear. vernon's eyes get wide and his hips stop moving.

"for real?"

joshua just nods as he takes his place by your side again, offering you an innocent smile that you don't buy at all.

vernon exhales harshly and shakes his head like he has to psych himself up for whatever he's about to do or say, which makes sense when he leans forward and wraps a hand around your throat.

you gasp in surprise but clench around him almost immediately, just like joshua said you would. he only applies a little bit of pressure but it's enough to have the desired effect.

vernon curses and stutters forward, eliciting what sounds like a whimper as he struggles to get his other hand back between your legs.

"told you."

"i'm not going to last," vernon stammers, looking away from his best friend in embarrassment.

"you can cum whenever you want."

"but sh-she hasn't yet..."

"i'll take care of that, don't worry," joshua assures him. "you made her cum on your face already, remember?"

"but i, i... fuck," his voice breaks off into a whine, the rest of the sentence dissolving on his tongue. it's like he can't stop fucking you, can't even slow down, even though he doesn't want to cum yet.

"come on, give it to me," you sigh out.

he gives in finally, practically collapsing on top of you as he cums into the condom. he weakly thrusts himself through it, kissing you to swallow the noises he's making.

he's still twitching inside of you when he catches his breath.

"sorry, i'm sorry," he breathes. "i didn't mean to-"

"baby, it's fine," you tell him earnestly. "we wanted you to feel good."

he pouts but nods like he understands and pulls out with a groan.

"and like i said," joshua interjects, patting his friend on the back as he trades places with him and notches the head of his cock inside of you. when he took his underwear off, you have no idea, but you can't bring yourself to care when he bottoms out and offers you his hand one last time. "i'll take care of the rest."

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thepixelelf · 1 month

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and the universe said,

07 - "bro, chill"

genres/tags: soulmate au, idol au, comedy, romance, dumbassery relationship(s): ot13 x reader chapter warnings: coarse language. kithing. a liiitle svt on svt violence note: ik it's been a long time please be nice to me <3 (this isn't edited... I'll take a look at it when I have the time)

When soulmates are suddenly thrust upon the world, you are one in a million who wishes they weren’t – and that’s before you meet the person (people?!) making your life much harder than it needs to be. And before someone asks you to sign an NDA.

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“Where are they?” Myungjun asks as soon as Jihoon and Junhui enter the room they agreed upon.

Junhui braces both of his arms on the back of a chair. “What do you mean?”

“Your soulmate—” Cutting himself off with a sigh, Myungjun pinches the bridge of his nose and answers his own question. “You didn’t bring them.”

Yejung, who was sitting at a table with her laptop, shuts it with a frown. “Why not?”

Junhui shrugs. “I’m just here because Jihoon dragged me out.” He shifts between looking at the three other people in the room. “You guys know I just met my soulmate, right? I don’t like not having them here with me, either.”

“Well then why didn’t you—”

“They don’t know.” Jihoon cuts off Myungjun’s words, then pulls out a chair and drops himself in it. He stares at a random spot on the table. When he doesn’t elaborate any further, Yejung sends a furtive glance Myungjun’s way.

“Don’t know…” She leans her forearms on the table and scoots her chair closer. “...what? That you’re their soulmate? That there’s more than one of you? That you’re famous?”

Junhui snorts. “All of the above?”

At Junhui's quip and Jihoon's continued silence, Myungjun raises a cynical brow.

"You didn't tell them?" Yejung asks, softly shocked. "Why?"

Junhui's eyes skirt to Jihoon; he's unwilling to share his own reasons, though he doesn't quite understand this about himself, either.

Jihoon sighs. "I don't know. It's complicated. Things happened too fast the first time we—"

"The first time?" Myungjun echoes. "So you've been with them multiple times."

“Don’t say it like that.” Jihoon almost pouts, but the facial expression just makes him look angry. “Look. I ran into them when the vocal team was on the way to that radio show. We’d stopped by a cafe and there wasn’t much time and I was so out of my mind that I—” He cuts himself off. “It doesn’t matter. I got their number, and then they left. I asked to meet today and we did. Jun was already there for…” With his arms crossed, Jihoon looks over at Junhui, remembering that he still doesn’t really know what Junhui was doing at the same cafe you apparently frequent. Is this the same cat cafe Junhui is always talking about? “…some reason. Then someone started singing, and they told us their soulmate is stupid and annoying because their mark…”

“It’s not like ours,” Junhui finishes for Jihoon, though this only deepens the confusion written on Yejung and Myungjun’s faces.

“If it's not like yours, then how do you know they're your—”

“It's them, Hyung.” Jihoon can't help noticing the hopelessness in his own voice. It's you. He knows it's you.

But you don't know it's them— him.

And he's not sure you want to know.

“Their mark, like, grows,” Junhui explains. “Ours just stay on our hands, but when one of us sings, the notes go all over their arms and neck. Maybe other places — I don’t know — but they obviously don’t think it’s either of us since we weren’t singing when their mark did its thing.”

“So…” Myungjun crosses his arms and taps his finger on his bicep. “They don't like their mark.”

Junhui doesn't nod right away, but he does eventually.

Myungjun turns to Jihoon. “And you think that means they don't like you.”

Groaning and rubbing his hands over his face, Jihoon doesn't dignify that with a response. “Even if they did like their mark, it’s an insane situation. Thirteen soulmates? They’re gonna run for the hills when they find out.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Yejung says, to which Jihoon gives her a dry look and Junhui’s eyes light up. She clears her throat. “We just need to find a way to calmly inform them of the situation — preferably in a safe, comfortable environment.”

Myungjun recognizes a Yejung Game Plan brewing when he sees it. “Basically, what she’s saying is…”

“Let me talk to them.” Yejung opens her laptop again and begins typing away. “We just need to go about this in a calm, logical manner.” She gives a little nonchalant wave of her hand. “This’ll be easier than a design meeting.”

⭒

You’re sitting on the floor of your apartment, arms crossed, legs too, as you stare down at the shiny black credit card lying there between you and Heejun. His position mirrors yours, head tilted while he studies the card.

“It could be fake,” you say. Your knee bounces up and down, up and down.

Heejun lifts his head to give you a look. “Why would it be fake?”

“He said he doesn’t believe in banks.”

“It doesn’t look fake.” Heejun reaches out and takes the card, flipping it over in his fingers to read the back. “Looks like any other credit card. We should test it.”

You frown. “How?”

“Uh,” Heejun speaks like the answer is obvious. “Buy something?”

Okay, it is obvious, but the idea doesn’t sit too well with you. “Isn’t that stealing?”

“He gave you the card.”

“Yeah, but the police don’t know that,” you argue. “If I got charged for fraud, it would be his word against mine— no one would believe coffee guy just handed me his black card.”

Without moving his head, Heejun glances up from the card to look at you. "Why would he lie?"

"Um, because he already has? Who knows— maybe this card is connected to illicit activities and he planted it on me to implicate me."

“Which he would do because…?”

You throw your hands up in the air, then let them drop emphatically at your side. “I don’t know! Why did he do any of what he did?”

He raises a brow. “Because he’s a weirdo who likes you?”

“Okay but have you ever given your credit card to a person you’ve only met twice?”

Heejun’s shoulders rise in a shrug. “I’ve wanted to.”

“Seriously?” You can’t imagine your friend going that gaga over a crush, but then again, there was that girl in fourth grade whom he gave all his choco pies to. Heejun loves choco pies.

“Mine would decline though. It wouldn’t exactly impress.”

You lightly shove his shoulder. “Oh come on, it wouldn’t decline.”

“It would if they went over the limit. People only give people their credit cards for expensive stuff. You know that, right?”

The black card gleams up at you, almost tauntingly.

“Expensive stuff like what?”

He shrugs again. “Like a car?”

“You’ve been watching too many CEO dramas.” You exhale and place both hands on the floor with a pointed slam. Standing, you pick the credit card up and brush imaginary dirt off your pants.

“You won’t be so sarcastic when Park Seojoon tells you to keep that thing.”

You roll your eyes as you toss the card into the same trinket dish you keep your keys and other miscellaneous things in. “Isn’t that guy like six foot?”

“So was Huijun,” he counters.

“So are you. Is that all it takes to be a CEO nowadays?” you joke, pulling out your phone. “Height?”

Heejun scoffs, then frames his chin with his thumb and forefinger. “That and my devilish good looks.”

“Please.” You tap on a notification from an unknown number. “If that were true, you’d be the one handing out black…cards…”

At the way you trail off, Heejun furrows his brow and walks over to you. “What’s up? Did you fall for another online scam?”

Not this again. “Okay, first of all, that was not a scam, and I did not fall for it—”

“You didn’t fall for a not scam?”

“Shut up. What do you think this means?” You turn your phone towards him, and he takes it from your unsteady hand.

He reads aloud. “‘Hello, this is Shin Yejung of Pledis Entertainment.’ Did you apply there?”

“No,” you say, then shake your head and wave your hand. “I mean. I don’t know. Maybe. I applied to like five hundred places. But this isn’t that. Keep reading.”

Heejun takes a breath and starts reading like he’s holding a new edict. “‘It has come to my attention that you are in possession of one of my coworker’s bank cards.’ Oooooh, you’re in trouble.” He drags out the last syllable. “‘Please meet me at…’ whatever building, numbers numbers numbers… ‘so I can retrieve it. Please reply to this number for more information, and thank you for your time.’ Hm.”

“What do you think… am I getting arrested?”

Lowering your phone, Heejun gives you a seriously? look over it. “The cops are texting criminals now?”

“So you agree I’m a criminal.”

“You get annoying when you’re nervous, you know that?” When you roll your eyes, Heejun mirrors the expression and pokes your forehead long enough that he pushes you backward. “Look bub, you wanted to give the stupid thing back without using it, and now the opportunity has been handed right to you.” He waves your phone in the air like evidence. “The only question is why coffee guy didn’t just text you himself.”

You cross your arms. “Maybe he doesn’t like me as much as you thought.”

“One more self-deprecating comment out of you and I’m posting those pictures from your twentieth birthday.”

A gasp wrenches from your throat. “You wouldn’t!”

⭒

Joshua Hong doesn’t think he has that many unread messages on his phone.

He looks down.

Oof. 682.

Well, it’s not his worst.

Notifications fly by at the top of his screen.

[vernon] where is this guy

[chan] hyung this is important!!

[wonwoo] when have we known that guy to answer anything

[soonyoung] someone text yejung!!

It’s probably not that important, whoever they’re talking about. His members are likely just freaking out over this whole soulmate thing again.

Joshua lifts his hand and stares at his weird, natural — supernatural — tattoo. He still can’t bring himself to believe it.

Soulmates? Really? In this economy? This isn’t Tumblr.

At least… Joshua looks around the dance practice room… He’s pretty sure this isn’t Tumblr.

His phone rings, which is weird since he always has it on silent. Sliding the answer button, he brings the phone up to his ear. “Yejung?”

“Where are you?”

“The practice room,” Joshua answers plainly. “Isn’t this where we’re supposed to be today?”

Yejung sighs on the other end of the line. “I said in the group chat that we were dealing with soulmate stuff. Upstairs.”

Ah, so that’s what has everyone in a tizzy. “Alright, okay. Where am I going?”

“Room eight-thirteen—” He hangs up and starts to pack his things before Yejung can say, “Wait, no, nine-thirteen. We'll start when you arrive. Joshua? Hello?”

⭒

You check your phone for what must be upwards of the fifth time.

Yup, Shin Yejung of Pledis Entertainment definitely told you to meet her in room 813, and yet here you are. In room 813. Alone.

You shift on the leather couch. It’s a lounge-like room you’re in. You don’t really understand the purpose of such a room in an entertainment company, but whatever. You’re only here to return something you never should’ve had in the first place.

Although…

You turn the card over in your hand, watching the way the fancy lighting bounces off of it.

Why would Jihoon give it to you if he was just going to get it back like this?

Also, now that you really think about it, Jihoon did say something weird when he left yesterday with Huijun. Something about not letting “the rest” scare you off. Whatever that means.

The rest of what?

Or… whom?

You know Jihoon must work for the company in some capacity. The fact that both he and Huijun were wearing masks makes you think they could be artists…

Oh. Duh. Why didn’t you think of this earlier?

Switching apps, you tap the search bar and start typing. Just as you’re done with the last character of Jihoon HYBE, the door you entered through opens. You hastily slip your phone into your back pocket as you stand to greet the person coming in.

“Hello, you must be…” Your eyes scan over his face. He’s… delicate looking, until you move your gaze downwards a little, and his broad shoulders and thick arms are decidedly not delicate looking. “…Shin Yejung?”

You tilt your head. With no mask on the lower half of his face, he seems familiar. Now this guy must be an idol — you probably saw him on the walls when you were making your way through this maze of a building.

He just raises a brow. “Who are you?”

“Oh, uh…” You stay standing in front of the couch as he approaches you, his arms crossed over his chest. “I’m just here to return this.” Lifting the black card up, you hold it out between you and the man. “It’s Jihoon’s.”

“Jihoon’s?” he echoes, then moves to take the card from you, pinched between his thumb and forefinger.

You both see it at the same time.

His mark, five black lines, clear as day.

Yours, peeking out from where your sleeve is pulled halfway up your hand.

You look up from your not-really-joined hands, then look down again.

No fucking way.

“Twinkle twinkle, little—” The notes, whatever they are, dance across his mark.

No fucking way.

You meet his eyes. “...Songbird?”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. A few too many seconds.

Then, “So it’s you.”

“Holy—!”

At the same time as you try to jerk away, he attempts to turn your hand over and get a better look. Neither plan really works out. You stumble backwards, and with your hand in his, he gets pulled down with you onto the couch. His free hand shoots out to keep himself from slamming into you, but, persistent as the universe is, your faces end up very freaking close to each other anyway. Warmth from his knee on the couch cushion next to your thigh seeps through your clothing.

He doesn’t move. You don’t either.

For some reason, you feel stuck in place. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but… you just feel like you should be exactly where you are.

You’re almost too close to make real eye contact, so you just watch the way his eyes study yours.

“Songbird?” you whisper, though you have no idea what you’re trying to ask.

He stops analyzing you and finally looks at you. “Yeah?”

“…Are you leaning towards me on purpose?”

His lips (since when were you looking at those?) curl down at the corners. “Are you?”

Slowly, like your mind is trying to catch up to your body, you shake your head. “No…”

He drifts closer. Or you do. Or you both do.

Or something.

Your lips brush over his, and you feel just as much as you hear him whisper. “Then neither am I.”

In the span of a second, his free hand moves from the back of the couch to cradle your jaw, his thumb grazing gently just under your ear. He kisses you, lips moving over yours in a way you’ve felt before, but also in a way you’ve never felt before.

It’s strange.

Not bad strange, but strange in the way that it feels like you’ve just put the last of the groceries in the fridge. It’s like folding that final piece of laundry. Like coming home to the bed you made when you left in the morning.

It’s… satisfactory?

But that’s not the word people normally use when they think of putting their tongue in someone else’s mouth, right?

You’re running out of breath, but Songbird is insistent, and so are his lips, which you find yourself unable to get enough of. He pulls back for half a breath, registers your kiss me again or so help me facial expression, and dives right back in. He’s kissing you and you’re kissing him and you’re soulmates and…

Wait.

Soulmates?

“Wait,” you say, though it comes out more like, “Mmaem” Climbing both your hands up his — whoa — strong arms, you cup his cheeks in preparation to push him away, but he seems to like your touch. He covers the back of one of your hands with his warm palm, and he hums in a way that is not PG-13.

The sound has you melting, unfortunately.

Not for long though.

He’s ripped from you just as quickly as he fell onto you, pulled back by some guy with fluffy black hair, cozy attire head to toe, and… shit, a you’re in trouble glare the likes of which you’ve never seen before. He’s not even looking at you, yet you feel scolded.

“Yah!” he yells at your soulmate, who’s now on the floor. Then, after glancing at you for half a second and apparently finding zero more words to say, he shouts at him again. “Yah!”

Your soulmate opens his mouth, but then he turns to look at the now-open door, which leads you to do the same. A mob of prettyboys stands just outside, some with their jaws dropped and some looking like murder just got legalized and they’re on the prowl.

Someone’s despondent voice shouts, “Hyung!”

You feel like hiding under a blanket. Before your flight instinct kicks in, though, you recognize two familiar faces. “Jihoon?” His eyes meet yours when you say his name. “Huijun?”

One of the many boys among those you don't recognize echoes, “Huijun?” while sending him a weird look.

Someone pushes through the crowd — more like slinks through, occasionally nudging one of the other guys out of the way. His eyes stay firmly on you as he approaches, but you find no fear rising despite that. For some unknown reason, even as this completely unfamiliar man strides over to you with a frankly alarming amount of eye contact, you feel… safe.

Or at least, something close to it.

He kneels in front of where you're still seated on the leather couch, hand resting mere centimetres from leg. “Are you okay?” he asks, voice slightly nasal, but so, so gentle.

“Uhh…” Self conscious, you wipe at the corner of your mouth with your sleeve. You spot your soulmate catch you doing so, and a look of hurt crosses his face. His own reaction, though, seems to startle him, and his hand rises to gently prod his shiny bottom lip with one of his fingers. He looks confused.

Well, that makes two of you.

Taking in the man right in front of you — pretty, lithe, concerned for you despite his unfamiliarity — you fail to answer his question. “Are… you Shin Yejung?”

He lets out a laugh, relieved, maybe, that you're not not okay. “Jeonghan,” he says simply.

You nod. “Jeonghan.”

At your voice echoing his name, the man’s eyes light up. “Yes?”

“Oh, uh…” You weren’t trying to call on him for anything, but as you study his gaze, you find yourself lost in his confident ease. Something in his eyes says that he knew this would happen.

Maybe not this, exactly — your soulmate has found a spot on the floor and has not stopped staring at it, while the rest of the strangers are still watching you — but taking up the same space as you, facing you, smiling at you with a soft quirk at the corners of his lips.

“Ugh!” A woman’s exasperated voice makes you look up at the crowd by the door. “Get— out of the way, you… ugh—” She breaks through, pushing aside a tall guy who looks like he’s about to cry. “—you men!”

Stumbling to her feet, she rights herself and brushes her bangs out of her face with a huff. “Now, what is—” She spots your soulmate still on his ass and mutters something you’re pretty sure can’t be aired on any broadcasting network. “...my life.”

Your eyes meet hers as she takes another breath. “Please tell me you’re Shin Yejung.”

“Yes, we spoke over the phone.”

“Thank god.” Shaking off all the weird feelings you’d accumulated in the last — what? Two minutes? — you stand from the couch and sidestep Jeonghan. The black card fell at some point during that lapse of judgement (aka kiss), so you swipe it up off the floor and hold it out to her with no preamble. “I swear I’m not a stalker fan or anything. And I didn’t use it, so…”

You glance over at Jihoon, whose expression gives off an oncoming panic. Is he scared to see you? Why? Huijun looks just fine, happy even, with you here. You can practically hear the ‘hello’ he wants to say out loud.

You clear your throat. “Anyway, um. I didn’t mean to, uh…” As you nervously cross your arms, you nod towards your soulmate. “I’m his— I mean, we are… sorry. This is… I wasn’t exactly expecting to find the person who’s…”

Maybe you shouldn’t say you’ve been annoyed by your soulmate since you got your stupid mark. At least not while he’s in the room.

“That’s actually what I brought you here to talk about,” Shin Yejung tells you, a bit like a doctor who’s about to deliver the bad news first. She doesn’t even take the card from you. “Would you like to take a seat?”

You scrunch your eyes shut for a second with a little shake of your head, trying to manual reset your brain because clearly it’s still muddled. “Sorry, what? You want to talk about…?”

The mob of men in the room get hidden from your vision as Yejung strategically places herself between them and you. “Soulmates,” she says.

You look down at the black card, then back up at her again. “Soulmates.”

“Yes. Your soulmates. I was hoping to talk to you alone first.” She sends a pointed look at the men behind her. “But it’s not exactly easy to get these guys to lis—”

“Sorry.” You wave a hand in the air to get her to stop, unable to comprehend any of her words after— “Did you say my soulmates? As in… mates, multiple? Mates with an S at the end? I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

Remaining calm while your mind spins, Yejung nods. “I know this is a lot to take in.”

“Know what is a lot to take in?”

Yejung opens her mouth to answer, but a voice blurts out behind her, “We’re your soulmates!”

Maybe you haven’t known him long enough or talked to him that many times, but you recognize Jihoon’s voice, and something in your gut suddenly grows sharp. Not painful, but begging for you to feel it. Yejung shifts so your field of view is once again filled by men too pretty to be all in the same room. Jihoon’s standing there, fists clenched at his sides, out of breath for no discernable reason other than…

We’re your soulmates.

Seeing your hesitation, Jihoon huffs and tears a bandaid you never really noticed off the back of his right hand. Even before he completes the motion, you know what must be under the bandage. He holds his hand up, though, and the evidence is very near damning.

Next to him, Huijun smiles and lifts his arm, pointing to his own five lines with his opposite hand.

Most of the guys behind them show you the same thing. Five lines on the smooth backs of their hands, near the base of the thumb. Dear lord, you don’t even know how many of them there are.

The angry one who pulled the man off of you earlier, at least, just looks lost, like he once had control and now has none. Relatable.

You stumble back a bit. Instinctively, you say, “Songbird?”

Though quite a few of the men seem to perk up at the nickname, only the one you already gave the moniker to truly reacts. Your soulmate — god, one of your soulmates? — looks up at you from the floor and answers, “Yeah?” before realizing he’s even doing it.

“Never mind,” you dismiss with a wave of your hand. “Ms Shin?”

“Yes?” She steps closer, a worried look on her face.

Jeonghan, too, moves toward you with a similar look on his face.

You try to take a steady breath and fail. “I think I’ll take that seat now.”

Swaying backward, your body falls onto the leather couch.

You hear approximately ten panicked shouts as you go down.

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hanggarae · 6 months

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🗯️ ur a little extra idk

content vernon x f!reader one shot smau fluff humour

warnings cursing side effects of vernon’s horrible yet successful business

synopsis; vernon starts a skincare brand to impress u

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen x you #seventeen smau #vernon chwe x reader #vernon x y/n #vernon x you #vernon x reader #vernon imagines #vernon smau

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snwprl · 4 days

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𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 | 𝐜𝐡𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥

pairing. idol!vernon x idol!reader

genre. fluff

blurb. dating as idols is never an easy task. but thankfully, you have vernon by your side.

wc. 332

a/n. did y'all see today gose? i was watching it on my way home and i sorted wheezed in a bus.. lol.. i had to bolt out of there when it came at my stop

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The fire exit door clanged shut behind you, muffling the excited chatter and thumping music from the after-party. Relief washed over you, the stifling weight of a hundred eyes finally lifting. Vernon, usually the calm one, practically shoved you against the rough concrete wall. His hand shot up, cupping your face, and his lips were on yours before you could blink.

The kiss was electric, a desperate tangle of limbs and unspoken longing. Weeks of stolen glances and near misses fueled the urgency. But as quickly as it started, you pulled away, gasping for air.

"Wait," you breathed, heart hammering against your ribs. "What if someone sees?"

Vernon's forehead creased. The playful glint in his eyes was replaced by a flicker of something deeper, a vulnerability that made your stomach twist.

"We can't keep doing this, Y/N," he murmured, his voice rough. "Sneaking around like we're criminals."

You knew he was right. The thrill of stolen moments was quickly turning into a suffocating cage. But the alternative – the potential fallout, the company's iron fist, the disappointment in your fans' eyes – terrified you.

"I know," you whispered, the weight of the secret pressing down on you. "But what if they…?" Your voice trailed off, the unspoken fear hanging heavy in the air.

Vernon cupped your cheek as he quickly pecked your lips, his thumb tracing a gentle path down your jawline. "We'll figure it out," he said, his voice firm despite the tremor in his hand. "Together. But right now…" He leaned in again, his eyes searching yours. "Just this once?"

You stared into his gaze, the familiar warmth igniting a spark of defiance within you. Maybe, just maybe, there was another way. A way where love and music could coexist, unafraid.

With a shaky breath, you nodded. The taste of rebellion mingled with the sweetness of the kiss, and for a stolen moment, tucked away in the darkness, you were just Vernon and Y/N, not idols, not commodities, but two souls finding solace in each other.

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astro333 · 2 years

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seventeen fic recommendations

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

(includes : fluff, smut. and angst)

*adding more recs soon

S.COUPS

hello tutorial - @97-liners

remind me - @milfgyuu

very nice - @venerex

untitled - @hoshiitakes

6:29 am - @ksywoo

i hate laundry day - @bluehoodiewoozi

tomorrow tonight - @cheolbooluvr

first date - seungcheolownsmyheart

rooting for you - @svtntntn

habits - @svtntntn

fling - @leejihoonownsmyheart

gameboy - @leejihoonownsmyheart

to teach your heart - @hyucks-rose

what’s mine is yours - @meowonwoos

goodnight my love - @cherriscoups

JEONGHAN

first - @husbandhannie

we get along infamously - @seungkwansphd

game over - @februaryflowers

the love you find - @joonlery

chocolate kisses - @writeformesinpie

17:27 - @wonwoonlight

JOSHUA

untitled - @synthetickitsune (f)

envy - @berriesandjunnie

oceans and engines - @renjunphile

wildest dreams - @viastro

and what if we kiss? - @pepperonidk

vanilla - @milfgyuu

JUN

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

cuddling - @sweetiesicheng

trendsetter - @hyucks-rose

HOSHI

make me feel - @secndlife

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

bluff and nonsense - @thepixelelf

these endless summer nights - @blossom-hwa

untitled - @husbandcheol

i may have lost it - @wonwoonlight

diagnose him - @by-tea

2:00 am - @ksywoo

just a moment with you - @husbandhoshi

worth it - @fallinnflower

love hard - @wondernus

squish - @wooahaes

WONWOO

knock on your door - @97-liners

lucky! - @97-liners

when i’m with you - @ponkwan

dreaming of you - @juyeoniemyhoney

love in the rain - @viastro

nostalgia diner - @writeformesinpie

present hauntings - @wonwussy

unnamed - @shuatm

WOOZI

yearning (smau masterlist) - @jihoonotes

live - @wondernus

fried rice - @husbandhannie

my heart has gone to you - @rubyreduji

warm me up - @ponkwan

one spring rain - @viastro

if you call me - @starsstuddedsky

MINGYU

captivating - @yeostars

corn-y - @husbandhannie

mission success - @13monthsago

mingyu as a first time dad - @jjkgyu

a helping hand - @idyllic-ghost

1:02 am - @heartkyeom

we don’t usually hold hands - @gyukult

new rules - @leejihoonownsmyheart

it’s all fun and games - @dontflailmenow

hot or cold - @jjuniehao

THE8

motivation or distraction? - @by-tea

SEUNGKWAN

goodnight - @by-tea

11:50 pm - @ksywoo

untitled - @yv17

VERNON

operation: hot girl summer - @shuaflix

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

five ways to say i love you - @taeyun

the soulmate service - @dkfile

highest walls, strongest armour - @soonsluv

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

chopsticks - @husbandhannie

avocado-flavored kiss - @kabira

by hook or by cross - @kabira

DINO

scored - @leejungchans

pansy - @thepixelelf

worth a shot - @milfgyuu

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number1mingyustan · 7 months

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After Party ☾

rockstar!vernon x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, explicit smut, alcohol consumption, drug use (weed), established relationship, brief dry humping, oral (f. + m.), 69, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex (riding)

Summary: The afterparty is where the real memories are made

Word Count: 3.1k

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(a/n: literally wrote this whole high but i haven’t posted in so long so enjoy my loves!!)

Vernon held your hand the entire bus ride to the party. You sat on his lap in the crowded space for the entirety of the ride. One of his hands lay on your waist and the other interlaced with yours.

You were wearing one of his leather jackets over your dress. His outfit was similar to yours, all black layered with a leather jacket. He loved matching with you, especially for his after-parties.

His band, 'Black Eye' just played their last show on tour. It's been a long and exhausting few months, but Vernon knows he'll miss the thrill of it. Now that they've made it big, the time he spends performing has never been more rewarding. Besides, he had you with him the whole time.

He really couldnt complain when he's able to spend months on end with you traveling the world. You weren't a member of the band, but you were his girlfriend. Where Vernon went, his girl went.

However, all good things must come to an end. They closed their last show on tour out with a banger and now after a bittersweet ending, they were ready to celebrate.

The tour bus rolled up to the house in the dark, causing Hoshi, the drummer to spill his second bottle of champagne. Of course, the party started the moment you stepped onto the tour bus. The boys were gathered alongside you popping champagne in celebration along the bumpy ride.

The bus stopped in front of the large house and opened its doors. The four boys and you stumbled off the bus and into the house drunkenly.

Guests had already started filling the large house, but the party really started when you and the boys arrived. There were instant cheers and alcohol being thrown your way as you walked through the doors of the house. Vernon kept his arm on your waist, holding you close to him as he guided you through the crowded walls of the house.

He stopped a few times to speak to friends. You stayed quiet, but your eyes remained fixated on him. There was something about the way your boyfriend carried himself that you found so attractive. He simply dapped up his friends, but it left you feeling some type of way and the snap he did after seemed to tickle your brain in the right way.

You made your way into the kitchen where Vernon started pouring shots for the two of you. You downed them easily despite the sting in your throat. You both slam the empty cups down onto the counter at the same time before Vernon pulls you in and kisses you. He's got a boyish grin that you only see when he's intoxicated plastered on his face.

He pulls away from the kiss silently before dragging you back through the crowd of people.

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Vernon leans back onto the couch and slings his arm over your shoulder. The music is pumping loudly through the house, but you can't seem to concentrate on anything but the painting on the wall.

You've been sitting still next to him and staring at the painting of a sailboat for nearly 10 minutes now. It only hits him now that you've been dead silent next to him and he hasn't felt you move.

You're too busy enthralled by the sailboat painting on the wall.

"You good, baby?" Vernon turns and looks at you. His eyes are half-lidded and his pupils are dilated.

You turn your head to face him slowly. You blink a few times with half-lidded eyes before nodding your head lazily.

Vernon grins at you like a teenage boy and lets out a breathy laugh. "Fuck.... you're gone."

"No?" You raise an eyebrow with confusion. "I'm right here."

He lets out another breathy chuckle and licks his lips slowly. "That's not how I meant it, baby. Don't worry about it. Just sit there and look pretty like always."

He's still got his arm around your shoulder and his legs are manspread widely across the couch.

Your face falls into a frown and you pout at him wordlessly. You lean closer against him, playing one hand on his chest, lightly tugging at the black shirt clinging to his skin. "No... I don't get it. Explain it to me."

"No baby," he mumbles. "I'm way too fucking crossed right now to explain anything. I promise it's nothing bad."

You whine. "Just tell me. I can't be gone if I'm right–"

You're cut off by his lips suddenly. It takes you by surprise, but you melt like ice cream against his lips. His hands cup your cheek gently and he kisses you lazily. His lips move against yours sloppily and you kiss him back in the same manner.

You moan into his mouth, causing vibrations along his skin. You kiss him needily, enveloping your tongue with his and resting your hand on the back of his neck.

He pulls away from the kiss slowly, keeping his face just inches away from yours. "You talk too much sometimes, you know." His hand has moved up your thigh, drawing small circles along your soft skin.

He leaves you breathless and needy. Every light touch is like electricity on your skin due to your heightened awareness. It leaves you aching for more.

Vernon is never really touchy with you in public. Small touches on your knee for comfort and hands gripping your waist to keep you close is really all he does in public. He's never really been big on PDA.

Unless he's under the influence.

You're the same way. Once there's a little bit in your systems, it's like no one else in the world exists and it hardly feels like you're even in public.

The hand cupping your cheek makes its way back to the table sitting in front of you. There's an ashtray and the remainder of the blunt he rolled for the two of you earlier.

He lifts it between his fingers before taking a long hit and inhaling. You watch intensely as the smoke leaves his lips and blows into your face.

Your eyes follow the blunt wedged between his fingers and reach out to take it from his hands. He hands it to you, licking his lips slowly as he watches you bring the blunt to your lips.

You move slowly, taking a large hit before exhaling the smoke into his face. Despite neither of your eyes being open all the way, you don't break eye contact with him.

You hand him back the blunt and move your face closer to his.

"Then shut me up," You reply, just loud enough for him to hear you.

His lips are back on yours in seconds. He leans over to his side, pressing his body against yours to deepen the kiss. He kisses you hungrily, lips still moving sloppily and lazily.

The scent of his cologne is intoxicating in the best way possible. That and the faint traces of weed and alcohol fill your nostrils as he holds your body close.

He puts the remainder of the blunt out and drops it in the ashtray. He uses his now free hand to pull you onto his lap. Your short dress rides up a little more and he smirks against your lips. His hands hold you by the waist and he pushes you down against his crotch.

He groans into your mouth and pulls away from the kiss. "Shit, you're making me hard."

You grin, noticing the way a bulge is forming against your inner thigh from beneath to constrains of his black jeans. You roll your hips against his once. Your core is throbbing and he can feel it against his cock.

"Should I blow you? Right here in front of everyone?" You smirk.

Vernon groans and tilts his head back against the couch. He lets out another breathy laugh in disbelief. "You're crazy, baby."

"That doesn't sound like a no to me" You look down at him, batting your eyelashes as your manicured fingers trace the outline of his cock.

He grips your hair in the back of your head and forces you to look at him. The look in your eyes is hazy and lustful. "I don't need an audience while you choke on my cock."

You frown. "No one's even paying attention. I just wanna taste."

"Then be patient. We can go back to the hotel if you're done partying."

You nod your head. He pats your butt. "Get up."

You comply like a puppet on strings. You climb off his lap, adjusting your dress and standing on your feet. He rises to his full height, adjusting his pants before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you out the doors of the house.

He orders an Uber on his phone as you make your way through the crowded house. He holds you protectively until the moment you climb in the back of the uber.

The entire car ride, you struggle to keep your hands to yourself. Vernon has the decency to stop you before anything goes too far, but you still have a hard time retreating.

The moment the uber approaches the hotel, the two of you stumble out of the car and upstairs. You're extremely handsy and sloppy with all your movements.

Your back meets the door of the hotel room with a thud. Vernon is fumbling around trying to swipe the key card, but you're distracting him. You're kissing him eagerly as your hands undo the belt of his jeans.

Luckily there's no one in the hallways at this time of the night, although the security cameras must be getting a bit of a show. "Want your cock in my mouth." You moan against his lips.

"You gotta give me a sec," he says breathlessly as he tries fishing the keycard out of his pocket. His pants are halfway off and he's still a bit disoriented.

"You already made me wait so long," You pout, slipping a hand into his underwear.

He exhales shakily and finds the keycard in his pocket. He still has a hard time with your hands all over his skin, but he manages to get the door open before you take off his clothes in the middle of the hallway.

The two of you stumble into the hotel room and he kicks the door closed with his foot. Your back meets the bed and he climbs on top of you. You're quick to get his pants off fully and drop to your knees on the edge of the bed.

His cock is straining against his black briefs. And he's leaking through the dark material and you stare at him hungrily. You're practically drooling before his cock is even out.

He looks down at you lustfully and uses two fingers to tilt your head up and face him. "You're taking an awfully long time for someone who was so desperate."

You've always loved a challenge.

His briefs are pooled at his ankles moments later and your lips are wrapped around his cock. Your hand strokes what doesn't fit in your mouth and you're slobbering around his length.

His head is thrown back and he's moaning and groaning above you. One of his hands is buried in your hair while the other grips the hotel bedsheets beneath him.

You've completely soaked his cock, taking it into the depths of your throat with ease. He guides your head, pushing it down to take his length further into your throat.

It causes you to gag, but it doesn't cause you to stop.

You look up, seeing he's discarded the leather jacket that once clung to his body. You kneel between his legs, looking up at him in admiration. He's wearing nothing but a black t-shirt that clings to his body more as he sweats with each passing second. You can see the sharpness of his sculpted jawline. His adam's apple is prominent with his head tilted back and deep moans released from between his chapped lips.

"Oh yeah... fuckkkkk" He moans.

You continue bobbing your head, allowing the tip of his cock to gag you and press against the back of your throat. When you stop to catching your breath, he pulls you up by your hair.

"Need to taste you too," He groans. He pulls your damp panties down and tosses them before lifting your dress. He doesn't bother to take it off all the way, simply lifting you up and placing you down on the bed.

He buries his head between your thighs and dives in. Your hands grip his dark hair as his tongue laps your cunt.

"Wasn't–done" You moan out.

He ignores you, continuing to allow his lips to do the talking. He sucks on your clit and you whine out pathetically.

With shaky arms, you manage to find the strength in you to pull his mouth off your cunt. You push him down onto the bed and climb back on top of him. "I have a better idea."

He doesn't get a chance to respond before you're pressing your cunt back down onto his face. You shift your body and lick your lips once the tip of his cock presses against your cheek.

You take him back into your mouth. It sends shivers through your body when he moans against your pussy from the sudden stimulation.

You grind your cunt into his face weakly as you take him deeper down your throat. It’s so hard to concentrate and your body is going into overdrive. The mix of drugs, alcohol, and just Vernon’s presence is enough to have your head fuzzy. On top of that, his tongue is lapping your folds and you find it hard to bob your head.

Vernon thrusts his hips up, forcing his cock deeper down your throat as he moans into your pussy. You groan around his cock, sending child through his body that only make him fuck his cock down your throat faster.

He hooks his arms around your legs, pressing your hips down onto his face more. You’re both desperate to get off and get each other off.

You cum first, body growing stiff as you ride out your orgasm on his face. He cringes at the sudden loss of contact when you release his cock from your mouth, but he’s still determined to get you off. He continues to lap your folds, focusing on your clit as you cum on his face.

The feeling is euphoric and it leaves your legs uncontrollably shaky. He releases his hold on your thighs and allows you to roll onto the bed next to him.

You’re panting with your thighs squeezes shut. “Shit, that was good.”

He pulls your body in close against his and nods. You feel his throbbing hard cock press against your thigh. It twitches and aches for release. “Oh, you didn’t cum.”

He blinks slowly. “ ‘S okay. I know that was a lot of you.”

You shake your head, climbing back onto his lap. “Wanna fuck… have you cum inside me.”

He lets out a strangled groan. You rub the tip of his cock against your folds before sinking down onto him. He stretches you open, tip nuzzling deep inside your walls.

You both gasp at the feeling.

You hold onto his shoulders for support as you start bouncing on his length. You ride him slowly, fluidly moving your hips along his.

It’s a lazy fuck, but every movement is hitting just right. Your walls are squeezing him so tight and he knows he’s a goner.

He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms behind his head. “Hear that?” He smirks. “So wet for me… pussy was fucking made for this cock.”

He’s way too far gone to actually fuck you right now so he lets you do all the work. You bounce on his cock, squeezing around him each time he pushes deeper inside of you.

However, you’re farther gone and it only takes a few minute before your body betrays you. Your movements slow down and your hips nearly come to a stop.

Vernon groans. “C’mon baby… I’m almost there. Promise.”

“I can’t” You whine. “ ‘S too much.”

“You can,” he encourages you softly. He lifts his hips to meet yours. He doesn’t fuck you properly, simply picking up your slack to provide mutual pleasure.

His eyebrows are furrowed as he watches you ride him. His eyes are fixated on where your bodies meet. His cock is soaked from your arousal and he finds himself completely enamored with the sight. His cock swells and grows impossibly harder.

You can feel everything. The effects from your previous orgasm are still lingering, building toward your second.

You dress is still clinging to your sweaty body tighter. Vernon sits up, leaning into you and pulling down the strings of your dress. He doesn’t take it off, simply pulling it down enough to free your tits from underneath the fabric.

He buries his face between the soft flesh and latches his lips onto your nipple. You’re so sensitive already, the feeling is felt has your back arching.

His hand finds it’s way between your thighs and he begins circling your clit with his fingers. You hiss, squeezing him tighter as your body jolts.

His eyes roll back into his head and you can tell he’s getting close. You’re not much further than him, hips moving sloppily against his as you chase your own high.

“Gotta give you want you wanted,” He groans.

His thrusts meet your movements, fucking his cock deeper into you as you chase your highs.When it comes, there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

His fingers continue working on your sensitive clit and it has you falling apart in mere seconds. Your second orgasm is more intense than the first.

Vernon barely fucks you through it when his approaches simultaneously. You’re both moaning and groaning out to each other as his cock twitches inside of you. He pumps his load into you and his cock quickly grows sensitive.

Neither of you have ever cum that hard before.

It takes time for both of you to come down and fully recover from the intensity. He lifts you off his sensitive cock and allows you to rest beside him on the bed.

“That was…”

“Intense” He finishes your sentence for you.

“Yeah,” you breathe out.

He pulls your body close against his again. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence. You’re still v much under the influence and a moment of silence and bliss is much needed.

“Love you,” you mumble against his chest, breaking the silence after what felt like an eternity. “ ‘M so proud of you.”

“Love you too,” he pats the top of your head. “Thank you baby.”

You know you’ll need to clean up sooner or later, but for now, staying like this feels almost rewarding.

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yeoblurbs · 9 months

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Honest

Angst with a happy ending & Hurt/comfort

Pairing: Hansol Vernon Chwe x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.07k

Warnings: Small mention of aggressive physical behavior in the first paragraph (not any members), mentions of a child needing surgery, a few curse words, crying, & subtle hints of anxiety

When Hansol is angry with you, he is honest.

he does not yell; the notion of using a misplaced sense of dominance with a masculine shout is unthinkable to him. he does not grab you aggressively, the thought of touching you in a way that wasn’t intimate and gentle never crossing his mind. and Hansol does not use your feelings against you; words shared in whispers passed through dark nights are kept safe within him, a heart-shaped lock as protection that only you have the key to.

so when Hansol is angry with you, he is calm and honest. except that is what hurts you most. it is the fact that everything he says comes straight from the heart. and while you’re thankful he isn’t explosive when angry, his truthful words find a way to harm you more than he realizes.

“I’m just saying, you could stand to be a little more responsible.” he shakes his head, frowning at you in disappointment. “You’re a grown woman, how can you possibly misplace something so important to me; to us?”

your stomach rolls uncomfortably at the implication that you didn’t care enough about your ring to keep it safe. it wasn’t like you did it on purpose. you know how much that ring means to Hansol especially, having been a family heirloom that has been passed down from generations.

but you worked at a hospital, and had no choice but to take it off each time you walked into a surgery. Hansol knew that, but it seemed you needed to remind him. “Don’t make it sound like that, Hansol,” you say briskly, wiping your cheeks. “You know how much I have to take it off, I just refuse to keep it at home because I want it with me at all times.”

He scoffs, “Well, look how that turned out for you.” and your face crumples miserably at his words.

he goes to grab his keys, and you reach for his arm instinctively, “Where are you going? You’re just going to leave while we’re in the middle of something serious?”

he looks you in the eye, giving you a blank stare as he gently removes your hand from his arm. always so soft, even when he’s angry, you think sadly.

“I think we’ve discussed everything needed already. I understand where you’re coming from, but I’m still upset,” he sighs, and you’re not sure what expression shows on your face, but if it’s anything close to how you feel then you’d assume it is the epitome of heartbreak.

“I’m just going to hang out with Shua today, I’ll see you later tonight, okay?” he says, kissing your forehead when you nod brokenly. and with that, he’s out the door, and you finally allow yourself to collapse into sobs.

how could you have been so stupid? misplacing his mother's ring, the most cherished item Hansol has; something he had given to you, entrusted to you. you ignore the incessant tears cascading down your cheeks and think of what you can do. you need to fix this; you need to find the ring.

“Dude, you know you’re not being fair with her, right? You know her profession, she literally has no choice but to remove all the shit from her hands.” Joshua reprimands from his place in his kitchen, Hansol sitting on his couch with a cup of coffee.

He blows on it softly, watching the steam disappear before returning. “I know, I know, but you have to understand why I’m so upset too. That ring meant so much to my mother, so much to me. She showed it to me when I was a child and told me it was meant for the one I love most.” he feels his frustration building again and takes a gulp of his drink.

Joshua walks out of the kitchen, coming to sit on the couch next to Hansol. “I get it, I really do, but don’t you think Y/n is also upset about losing it? You’re making it seem like you are the only person who’s upset and who had an attachment to the ring,” he clicks his tongue, “and I know Y/n loved that ring just as much as you did, otherwise you would’ve never given it to her.”

Hansol sits there processing his words, before putting his mug down on the coffee table in front and rubbing his hands on his face. he knows Joshua is right, and now he feels like an ass. “Fuck, okay. You’re definitely right but I kind of- well I did, invalidate her feelings while talking with her.” he looks stressed when he lifts his head, facing Joshua. “I need to apologize.”

“Well, that much is clear.” Joshua nods, patting his friend on his shoulder comfortingly. “Listen, Y/n is quite literally fucking whipped for you. I have never seen someone so in love,”

Hansol smiles at his words, butterflies erupting in his stomach at the thought of your adoring eyes. Joshua giggles at Hansol's smitten expression, “You just need to apologize and reassure her that she is worth more than that ring, because from what you’ve told me, your last conversation made it seem like you had your priorities fucked.” he shrugs.

“Plus, you leaving instead of reassuring her probably made things worse; in fact, she’s probably crying right now.” he points out, eyeing Hansol’s face and waiting for a reaction; and a reaction he gets.

Hansol immediately stands up, throwing on his sweater and grabbing his keys before running to Joshua and hugging him from the couch, “Thank you so much, Shua. I literally don’t know what I’d do without you.” he mumbles. Joshua pats his head softly, “I know, no need to thank me. Just go get your girl, Nonie.”

Hansol nods and flashes him a gummy smile before slipping on his shoes and running out the door.

Joshua shakes his head from the couch, chuckling to himself, “These kids.”

Hansol struggles to get the key from his pocket, balancing a bouquet of pink Lilies in one hand and your favorite food in the other. He manages to get the door open and attempts to be quiet as he places the items on the dining table.

the apartment is silent; he squints his eyes in confusion. “Baby? Y/n?” he calls, opening your bedroom door and finding the bed neatly done without you there.

his eyes scan the entire room before he bolts to the living room, frantically looking for you and realizing you’re not there. he immediately fumbles for his phone and clicks your contact. he puts it to his ear, “Pick up, come on Y/n pick up,” he whispers.

“Hi, sorry, you’ve reached my voicemail-”

he hangs up the phone and decides to text you.

To: y/n<3

[06:30]

Baby??? Can you pick up please? [Unread]

I’m sorry for earlier, but I’d like to talk about it now if that’s okay. [Unread]

[07:30]

I’m trying not to do the over protective boyfriend stuff but i’m getting a little anxious, my love. [Unread]

I would understand if you’re mad at me, but would you please just call me back? Please? [Unread]

[08:25]

You’re worrying me, just tell me you’re okay. [Unread]

Let’s talk about it, please? I’m not mad anymore, I just want you to respond, I’m getting worried baby. [Unread]

[09:00]

Y/n, I’m begging you to just tell someone you’re okay. I’ve called around and no one knows where you are. [Unread]

If you don’t want to come home, that’s fine, but please let us know that you’re safe. [Unread]

Hansol is two seconds from leaving his apartment and physically searching for you himself before the front door opens. his head snaps up, watching you sniffle and hang your coat up, placing your keys on the counter with a sigh.

he walks to you with quick steps, and you jump, startled when you look up and he’s right there. you open your mouth to speak, but he grabs your waist gently, pulling you into him.

“Where were you?! You didn’t pick up any of my calls, I was so fucking worried, Y/n.” he cards a hand through your hair, trying to soothe not only you, but himself.

you overcome your shock and place your hands on his arms, moving away so you can look at him, “I’m sorry, Nonie. My phone died and I didn’t have anyone else’s to use.”

Hansol makes a face at your words, staring at your appearance. your hair is messy, your eyes are swollen, and you look utterly exhausted; Hansol wants to cry at your disheveled look. “Baby, you can’t just go out for hours on end without telling a single person where you’re going, and then not respond to any of your calls or texts.” he flicks your forehead softly and you pout in response.

“I… was thinking about our conversation earlier,” you murmur, and Hansol's face softens. “I had misplaced the ring before an eight-to-ten-hour surgery.” tears fill your eyes again as Hansol cups your face, wiping them before they can fall. “I was so tired, and it was a little boy and I just… my head wasn’t there and I forgot where I placed the ring beforehand.” you sniffle, looking at Hansol's chest to avoid his eyes.

he lifts your face gently with the hand cupping your cheek and pecks your lips once. “I am so incredibly fucking sorry. you did nothing wrong, I was being an unreasonable ass.”

you stare into his irises, bottom lip pushing out as he swipes over it, “It’s okay, Nonie,” you whisper. but he shakes his head in response, “It’s absolutely not okay. You’re allowed to be really freaking mad at me right now, baby. You’re too forgiving.” he smiles, kissing your temple, “But that’s one of the many things I love about you, I guess.”

“You guess?!” you scrunch your nose at him, and he laughs, gums peeking out adorably as he kisses your nose. “I love everything about you, you know that.” your cheeks redden, and you look away with a faux sulk. Hansol is momentarily distracted by the very cute face you are making, when he remembers what he’s been worried about for hours.

“Okay, I understand why you lost the ring, and really, I’m not mad about it anymore, but that doesn’t really explain where you’ve been all these hours.” he reminds gently, tucking your hair behind your ears.

you look up at him somewhat abashed, “Ah… right. So after our conversation, I decided to… look for the ring?” you squeak out the last part, and Hansol looks at you incredulously, “You’ve been searching for the ring for hours?” he shouts, and you shrink in on yourself at his tone.

Hansol sighs when he looks at your expression, lowering his voice, “Baby, I’m really not mad, at least not at you.” he ruffles his hair with one hand. “I’m just so pissed at myself for letting you think you had to go search for it for hours. I wish you didn’t have to put yourself through that.”

he cups your face, drawing you closer as your noses touch, “No ring in this entire universe is worth as much as you. I can replace a ring, heirloom or not; but there is only one you, and I would give up everything for you.”

you can’t help yourself and drag your hand up his neck, into his hair as you pull his head down, lips touching his. he kisses you with fervor; with love, and you smile into the kiss, prompting Hansol to do the same. when you part, he pecks you over, and over again, until you’re giggling and pushing him away as he laughs.

with bright eyes, he grabs your hand and drags you to the couch, forcing you to sit down. you look up at him questioningly, “I bought your favorite, wait here and I’ll reheat it.”

you nod with a smile and he kisses your cheek before running to the kitchen.

that night, Hansol reassures you with more kisses and cuddles, promising you all the love he has to offer. the two of you go to bed, your face tucked into his neck as you breathe in his soft cologne, staring at the pink Lilies sitting in a vase beside you.

you fiddle with the ring on your finger as you smile into Hansol's neck, eyes drooping on the verge of sleep. well, you could surprise Hansol with the ring tomorrow, you supposed, after all, he was yours and you were his, regardless of any ring.

a/n: well… I ignored the several almost completed drafts I have just to write this in one night. first Seventeen fic, had to do Vernon<3

#vernon x reader #seventeen x reader #vernon x y/n #vernon x you #seventeen imagines #seventeen angst #vernon angst #vernon fluff #vernon chwe x reader #seventeen x you #hansol x reader

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0310s · 5 months

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seventeen and their crush making them a playlist 🎵

summary: friends-to-lovers!!! their reactions when you make a playlist for them. the premise is that you're friends with them and they have a crush on you!

word count: 856

jeonghan

౨ৎ when you send jeonghan a spotify link at 3am, he's puzzled at why you're still awake at such an atrocious hour. he sees the message hours later when he wakes up and finds out you've made him a playlist of japanese songs, comprised of mainly gentle indie and acoustic tracks.

"since you're learning japanese, i thought it would help to listen to music in the same language!" you declare through text. he's genuinely awed you remembered he was learning japanese even if he mentioned it only in passing, and even more touched that you thought of curating a playlist based on his own taste in music. it means that you paid attention to him and what he liked.

jeonghan uses your playlist to study the language diligently, translating lyrics and repeating them out loud multiple times as practice. the next time he sees you, he insists on buying you coffee for a week straight, and he's not accepting no for an answer. he also clings to you like a leech, demanding that you accept his help with literally everything, from studies to getting groceries. later in that week, he also vows to help you with your love life by asking you out on a date. and who are you if not helpless to jeonghan's whims to say no?

jihoon

౨ৎ "so what do you listen to while working out?" you ask jihoon. surprisingly, he listens to nothing. "so you just do chest or legs for an hour and a half straight without a soundtrack to keep you going? you monster, that sounds like literal hell!" you gasp in pure, unadulterated horror. jihoon doesn't think it's much of a problem until you send him a playlist titled "playlist to work out to". he sends you a laughing emoji, thinking it was just a joke based on your conversation from days ago, but when you tell him you made it specifically for him, his entire tune changes.

when jihoon checks the playlist, he notices how it's perfectly an hour and a half, enough time for his work out with minutes to spare for his cool down—now he has to listen to music while working out. you chose the perfect songs: heavy-bass, hard-hitting hip-hop at the start of the playlist to pump him up and relatively calmer songs along the end for when he winds down. he doesn't tell you he's listened to it while at the gym for weeks straight, so much that he's memorized the lyrics to all the tracks as well as the transitions from one song to the next. the rest of the guys at the gym wonder why he's suddenly wearing headphones, only to realize why when they see his phone.

when you mention the playlist to him in passing, jihoon pretends to be normal about it, but when you get all excited about how you based it off the playlists he had on his spotify page, he gets flustered and tongue-tied. he knows you're a kind person, but he falls deeper into you, knowing you'd take the time to do something as meaningful as this for him. still, he's busted when his friends pass by and tell you he's been listening your playlist at the gym for weeks on end. in the end, jihoon's embarrassment is worth it when you ask him out on a date yourself.

vernon

౨ৎ you and vernon listen to completely different genres of music. while you enjoy your daily dose of r&b, vernon's headphones are filled with sounds of pop punk and hyperpop. despite this, you and vernon share your current favorite tracks with each other, taking time to listen to each other's recommendations. you possess a mutual respect for both your preferences and don't feel like you necessarily need to have the same music taste to be friends.

however, vernon's in for a surprise when on his birthday, you hand him a mixtape in the form of a cd with a doodle of you and him on it. "vernon and (y/n)'s mixtape :)," it reads on the cd in loopy handwriting, complete with a smiley face. "hi, vernon," you cheerily say from his laptop speakers. he shivers at the sound of your dulcet voice (cute!!!!). "i hope you enjoy this little mixtape i made you. it's a bunch of songs i thought you'd like based on your music taste! enjoy and happy birthday," you end with a giggle.

on his first listen, he can't believe what he's hearing. you've compiled some of his favorite songs in this mixtape, alongside other pop punk and hyperpop tracks he loves but has never shared with you. there are some songs from the same genres he's never heard of, and he becomes immediately obsessed with them. on his third listen, he still can't believe how you knew exactly the type of songs he'd like. in return, he makes you a mixtape of r&b songs he thinks you'd like. at the end of the mixtape, he confesses to you and nervously asks you out on a date. vernon receives a call immediately from you: "i've been waiting this whole time for you to ask!"

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dkisms · 9 months

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Emotionally Unavailable

Vernon x afab!reader /// 8.4k words /// fluff, smut, light angst between characters

Warnings: You being Mingyu's sister, Vernon vernoning

You felt your abdomen tighten as he kissed down your stomach, giving you a smirk at your flushed face. He said something you couldn’t hear, or maybe you couldn’t understand, before moving his face down to your core, and-

You shot up out of bed, your hair everywhere. Whatever the fuck that dream was, you wanted nothing to do with it. You didn’t like Vernon, and you were absolutely not thinking about him. You never would, never will, and used your pillow to smack yourself on the head five or six times, hoping that would do the job.

You got up and opened your door, hearing a few voices downstairs. You lived in a house with your older brother, Mingyu, and unfortunately due to that, met quite a few of his friends. You met Cheol when you were a kid, and thought he was like another brother. The same was the case with Wonwoo, an esports gamer that hung out with Mingyu 90% of the time with his girlfriend, who you loved (and thought was way out of his league, if you were honest).

Vernon was a unique member of the group. He transferred to your brother’s class in high school, and was quick friends. Originally, you wanted nothing to do with them, and them with you, but Mingyu’s nerd group invited you to a few places in high school. You weren’t even close to being in the same friend group; opting for skirts and studying hard, in comparison to the hawaiian shirt wearing weed group your brother followed into college.

After college, when the group had graduated (and now you just a few months ago), you moved in with Mingyu, as the both of you worked nearby. Unfortunately for you, that left you stuck with the same group he claimed was his ‘Bombshell Babe Bestfriends’ (you can’t forget the t-shirts they made) - and the rest was history.

You quickly got ready for the day, and headed downstairs, seeing Mingyu and the rest of the BBB’s. Wonwoo gave you a little wave, seeing you with your work gear, and winced.

“Stuck working on a Saturday?” He asked, pulling his earphones off.

“Yeah,” You said, grabbing a tiny bottle of apple juice from the fridge. “Need to get a proposal done for work, and then I can have Monday off.”

“Don’t forget the party!” Mingyu called as you left the house, shutting the door behind you.

Of course, the party. You had avoided thinking about it, knowing large groups of people wasn’t your thing, and honestly hoping you wouldn’t have to go. It was an engagement party for Jeonghan, or maybe just an excuse for everyone to go drink Cheol’s expensive liquor, but they took any excuse they could.

You got into work, where Cheol sent you the time to arrive, and yanked your laptop out, ready to work.

—-////—-

You let out a groan to pop the bones in your back, looking out the window next to you. The sky was painted a beautiful mix of pinks, purples, and oranges; the sign it was time for you to leave. You shuffled the laptop into your bag, turned off the lights, and headed down to your car. Your phone dinged a few times with texts from the BBB’s (you were added to the group chat, with Wonwoo’s girlfriend quickly following), and you shot a quick text that you were leaving.

By the time you got to Cheol’s place outside of town, the sky was turning quite dark, and you parked next to Vernon in one of the few spots available, and headed to the front door, where it swung open to show a drunk Hoshi.

“I was worried you weren’t coming!” He whined, yanking you inside, and you waved at a few stragglers, as he pulled you out back.

The second you were outside, Seungkwan rescued you, giving you a look, and pulling you to the side with him. Before you could even speak, he had a drink in your hand, and was giving you the details on everything that happened before you came in. You looked around as he spoke, and nearly spit your drink out, seeing the BBB club.

“What the..?” You muttered, eyes flowing over the group, confused.

Your own brother, Mingyu, wasn’t wearing his stupid floral shirts, or the crazy colored slides he normally had on when he came to these parties. Wonwoo wasn’t wearing video game merch, instead opting for jeans and a white tee. Scoups had on his usual suit style, but the shock of the century wasn’t from them, it was from Vernon.

Vernon usually wore crazy beanies, and quite often in a tie dye color. Everything was usually more baggy, with no care for what he put together, but this was different. Seungkwan noticed your face and laughed at you.

“Hoshi’s friend was introduced to us today. She’s a stylist, and was appalled at their fashion choices. She helped them pick out a few things, and taught them how to finally dress themselves. Should’ve seen the look on Mingyu’s face when she told him they weren’t college kids anymore, and to dress more their age, if they wanted to find a date.”

I have got to thank her. Spa day, give her the moon, something, you thought, eyes unable to move from the group. Vernon’s shitty floppy hair was no more, replaced by a shaggy hairdo, something close to an undercut. It suited his face, his eyebrows, everything so well, and you couldn’t hardly believe it.

“They look really good.” You said, and Seungkwan hummed in agreement, giving you a side eye.

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he said, sipping his drink. “You’ve had the hots for Vernon for years. It’s weird to me, if I’m honest, but I won’t say it’s not expected. Brother’s best friend cliche and everything.”

You frowned at the statement, sighing. “Not happening. I thought he was cute…ish, and I proved my college self right. But it’s not happening.”

“Why not?” Seungkwan asked, his piercing gaze judging you.

“Because he’s Mingyu’s friend. Listen, I’m not stupid. We’re from different lifestyles. He’s laid back, and working on his company. I’m in architecture, at work 90% of the time. It’s not going to happen. Besides, I don’t want to date right now, and he’s clearly just messing around for fun. Not compatible.” You said, firm.

Seungkwan shook his head, but dropped the subject, as Mingyu ran over with a bottle of soju, and dragged the two of you over to the group. You happily took the bottle to chug it, and grinned at Dino, who was playing a game with Joshua, who was groaning on the ground, pretending to be stabbed. Maybe it was the soju, but when he gestured at you, and you pretended to yank a knife from your neck, the guys had the brightest grin on their faces, shoving you in laughter.

After what was ages of messing around, you checked your watch, wincing at the time, and showing the guys, many of whom were trying to get others to leave. Mingyu nearly collapsed on you, reeking of vodka, as Wonwoo was rounding your group up.

“Vernon’s sleeping over, right?” Mingyu slurred out, stumbling to the passenger seat of the car.

“I am.” Vernon responded, cheeks red. While he wasn’t as drunk as you or Mingyu, he was well on his way, but was still helping Wonwoo get the two of you to the car.

You fell into the backseat with Vernon, the two of you giggling about something Mingyu said, laughing the whole way back to the house. Wonwoo helped Mingyu to bed as you stumbled to the bathroom to brush your teeth, singing some random song. As you left the bathroom, you slammed straight into Vernon, who kept you from falling, and holding you in place.

Do it, your heart screamed, and against all other self control you had left, you stared at him while he talked away, not hearing anything in your brain. He waved a hand in front of your face as you blinked at him, and within seconds, you reached up to grab his shirt, yanking him down into a kiss, teeth bashing against his. You let go as your brain slowly caught up to you, and you stared at him for a millisecond, before running to your room, locking the door behind you quickly, and hiding within the sheets of your bed.

—-////—-

You might just end it. Jump out the window? Or maybe just become a nun. A thousand and one thoughts raced through your brain as you panicked, staring up at your ceiling. You were well aware everyone was awake, and had left, but you didn’t think you could bear to look anyone in the eye at this moment. For fucks sake, you had just told Seungkwan you weren’t going to do anything, but your stupid drunk self apparently thought Vernon was too pretty to pass up.

You slowly stepped from your room, and stared to the hall, where Vernon’s shoes were missing, and let out a sigh of relief. You snuck to the kitchen to grab food, praying to any god above Mingyu was in his room, or doing anything else.

“What in the actual fuck are you doing?” Mingyu asked, staring from the living room as you tiptoed, and froze.

“What- what do you mean?” You asked, and he squinted at you.

“Looking like the actual fucking grinch.” He said, and scoffed. “The guys left. Said you were crazy drunk last night.”

“Did… did they say anything else?” You said, and he shook his head.

“Dude, you are fucking weird today. No, nothing happened. Jeonghan has pictures, though.” He said.

You listened to him ramble about the party and Jeonghan as you stole some leftovers, confused. You had honestly figured Vernon would say something, after all, he had before. When he had first met Mingyu, your stupid self hadn’t checked if anyone was home before gushing all about the crush you had on a classmate, and had proceeded to tell the rest of BBB about it, sending you crying to your room as they joked about beating the poor kid up that had stolen your heart. Sure, you were adults now, but that never stopped Mingyu from teasing you when you looked at a waiter too long, or when you were ‘extra nice to one of their friends’.

You sighed, calming yourself down, as you headed to your room. It clearly wasn’t an issue, and you didn’t have to worry about it.

—-////—-

Okay, maybe you had to worry about it. You felt like your skin was on fire as some of the guys grabbed snacks, and Vernon just stared at you from his spot on the couch. Surely you weren’t obvious. Yes, you did pick the spot furthest away, but you figured it wasn’t an issue, as you and Vernon rarely sat together.

“Here.” Wonwoo said, passing you a bag of candy, and a bottle of soda.

You gave him a nod as the others settled in, and you grabbed your blanket, hiding away. If Vernon couldn’t see you, he wouldn’t think about it. Right? Had to be the truth. The movies felt like ages, and by the time the third movie hit, you were over it. You slid away to the bathroom as quiet as possible, hearing everyone snoring away on their respective spots. After using the bathroom, and staring at yourself in the mirror to beg yourself to calm down, you headed back down the hall, only to have a hand grabbing your arm to stop you. You jumped 5 or so feet and turned to see Vernon, who pulled you into a side room, and gestured for you to be quiet.

“Can I help you?” You asked, pretending to be confused. Vernon just gave you a blank look.

“Don’t try it. You’re obvious. Why are you acting like… that.” He said, giving you a look.

“Like what?” You asked. “Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Apparently not. I figured you were drunk as hell, and made a stupid decision. I get it. But even Mingyu is noticing you acting weird. Knock it off.” He said, and you nodded, cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You’re pretty and all, but Mingyu’s friend. It won’t happen again, I swear.” You said, and he smiled at you.

“I’m pretty?” He teased. “Ahh, this gives me memories of when you were in middle school.”

“Vernon.” You warned, and he chuckled. “Seriously, not funny. I cried. Listen, it was a mista-”

You froze as he bent down to kiss you, cutting you off. He tasted like the bag of sour gummy worms he devoured while watching the movie, and you couldn’t help but kiss him back, pulling him closer by his neck. His tongue ran along your bottom lip as you parted them, and he swallowed any moan that came from your mouth. He pulled away the second he heard Mingyu wake up and called for him, and held up a finger to his lips to signal you to stay quiet about this, as he headed back, telling Mingyu he went to the bathroom, and casually mentioning you left to get some sleep.

Yeah, you were definitely fucked.

—-////—-

“So you… made out with Vernon…?” Seungkwan asked, staring at you face down on the table, nodding at the question.

“Mhm.” You said, lifting your head to sip your coffee, looking anywhere but at your friend.

“Nice.” He said, and you made a noise of discontent. “Seriously, Seungkwan. Don’t joke around.”

“I’m not,” He said, putting his hands together, and staring at you with pursed lips. “I’m about to be the most serious I have been in years, so listen well. You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You constantly kept yourself locked away in college, studying like your life depended on it, and doing nothing fun. Then, you graduate and get a desk job that you hate. This is the first time in your god forsaken life that you let yourself be impulsive, and he clearly reciprocated. Don’t act all mopey.”

You sighed at his monologue, nodding at the information. It was true, you were always a hard ass, and maybe that was why you said fuck it at Jeonghan’s party. Joshua had been so excited to see you join, and you truly had been the happiest in a while messing around like that.

“As your extra special bff, I have to say, I’m shocked this hasn’t happened sooner. I mean, you’ve both been single, I figured he would’ve gotten drunk and made a move, not you.” Seungkwan commented, offhand. “But, as nicely as I can say, you need to get laid. You’ve had a stick lodged up there for a good 8 or so years, and I think he can help you.”

You threw your napkin at him with a frown, irritated. Maybe he was just being a good, honest friend, and had your best interests at heart. Even if it was just about banging Vernon. You flipped him off as he grabbed your phone, and his eyes bugged out, jaw dropping. You gave him a look, and he handed your phone over, as a text from Vernon sat on the top of your screen, asking if you wanted to come over.

“I was kidding about you getting laid- but now I’m not. I have never seen this man text a girl. Ever. About coming to his house. He’s always been to theirs.” He said.

You responded with sure, ill be over, and he shot you his address within seconds. Seungkwan smacked your shoulder with the biggest grin, and fixed your hair.

“Have fuuuuuun!” He yelled out, and you flipped him off, throwing your coffee away.

—-////—-

Vernon’s house was likely the first image on google if you searched up ‘bachelor pad’. He had maybe 3 pans, no pillows, and the most boring color scheme on planet earth.

“You’ve got the most boring apartment on planet earth,” You said, wincing at the contents of the fridge. “Seriously, you need a trip to target. Or ikea. Or Daiso.”

He shrugged at the environment. “I’m not really here a ton, and the others picked most of my stuff out. I don’t care about it that much.”

You let out a fake gag as you wandered, joining him in the living room, as he pulled you down to the couch with him, directly onto his lap. He smirked at you as you rolled your eyes at his forwardness, opting to kiss the man on the nose, as he immediately wrinkled it at you.

“Don’t act cute.” He muttered, nose gliding over your neck, feeling like a feather on your skin.

You let out a noise of content as he glided his lips right over yours, almost teasing, like he was waiting for you to take action first. With every sentence Seungkwan told you running through your brain, you let your hands run through his hair, and he hummed at the feeling, resting his head in your hand.

“As much as I’d love to do this all day, I’m horny as fuck.” Vernon said, breaking the silence, and you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. I assumed you booty called me.”

“Are you going to oppose it?” He asked, looking at your face. “You don’t have to, you know. I know you’re big on not fucking with Mingyu’s friends.”

You let out a sigh, thoughts trailing. To be fair, a few people had come to Mingyu to be his friend, only for him to find out they had a thing for you. Since then, he had a hard barrier, and you and Vernon were teetering on the edge of that cliff, ready to go off.

Vernon stared at your lips as you leaned down to kiss him. Like last time, he faintly tasted of sour candy, and that intensified the second his tongue was in your mouth. You heard Mingyu and the others joking about how Vernon’s exes all talked about how his kissing skill was the only thing that kept them from dumping him, and you had to agree. It felt hot, and like everything you were missing, and quite quickly was bringing that comfortable pressure at the pit of your stomach. His hands moved up your shirt, yanking it off, and throwing it across the room, as he ogled your chest.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” You asked, unimpressed.

“I should. Print it out and put it in my phone.” He said, and you smacked his hand when he actually reached for his phone.

“No! I was kidding!” You said, and he smirked at the panicked look on your face.

“I’d never. You’d be the one sending it.” He said, pulling you into another kiss.

He turned the both of you on the couch so you’d be laying down, and kissed down your neck, undoing the button on your jeans. You decided he was taking far too long, and helped yank his t-shirt off, and go for the button on his jeans right after. It felt like the two of you were kids in high school, trying to get in each other’s pants as fast as possible, before your parents got home.

Vernon yanked your jeans and down your hips, your underwear coming with. Vernon eyed the mess between your thighs, licking his lips. He pulled you towards the edge of the couch, where he kneeled down in front of the couch, and jumped forward, like a lion watching its prey. The second his mouth was on you, you let out the highest moan you think you’ve ever given.

If your dream felt like bliss when you woke up, then this was heavenly. Vernon knew exactly how to operate his mouth, what to do with his tongue, and was clearly more of a giver. Your legs trembled as he licked at you, soaking up the wetness between your thighs, and drinking it up like a man starved.

You yanked at Vernon’s hair, and he let out a loud moan, the vibrations causing you to shudder, and come. Vernon moaned at the feeling, backing up from you with flushed cheeks. He caught his breath before getting up to kiss you, the taste of sour gummies mixing with your own orgasm.

“Can I?” He asked, his hips grinding into yours.

“Please.” You begged Vernon, dying to feel him in you.

Vernon watched your face as he pushed into you, and slowly slotted his hips against yours. You whimpered at the feeling, legs shaky.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Vernon groaned, putting one of his hands next to your head, and moving slowly.

“Fucking- please go faster, Vernon.” You begged, and he grabbed your hips to hold you where he needed, and sped up.

Each thrust of his hips felt heavenly for you, knowing damn well it had been awhile since you had gotten off in any form. It also helped that he was fantastic at every move he made, and the second he shifted his hips to snap at the spot you had been begging him to hit, you about lost it.

Vernon was trying not to lose it himself, reaching with his thumb to circle at your clit. You were loud in every sense of the word, and he was lucky his neighbors weren’t home to hear the sounds you were making. His grunts grew in volume as they appeared more often, the both of you clearly close to release.

“Vernon, please let me come.” You begged, nails digging into his back, hard enough to draw blood.

“Come for me.” He said, and you obeyed, giving a loud whine as he snapped his hips one last time, and came.

Your head felt fuzzy as you heaved a breath, Vernon pulling out, and running for a rag to clean you up. Once he got you and the couch clean, he picked up your clothes, handing them to you, and grabbed his. You honestly felt a little insulted, not wanting to be kicked out, and he threw his clothes on, and turned to you.

“Want some food?” He asked, and squinted at your face. “I’m not kicking you out,” He said quickly, wanting to give you some relief he wasn’t an entire asshole. “I’m just hungry as hell, so I figured you’d want to come with me.”

Your face reddened as you realized he read you like a book, and quickly got up to go to the bathroom and get dressed, fixing your hair in the mirror. Vernon held the door open for you, and gave you a grin, as he made you pull up directions for a ramen shop, and jump in his car.

—-////—-

“....Aren’t they the same?” Vernon asked, eyeing the two towels in your hand, as you compared colors.

You gave him a look as you threw the moss green towel in the cart, picking up a set, and a few other items. After a good month and a half of hooking up with Vernon, you had enough of the college bachelor pad, and started to fix it up. He didn’t notice the three or four candles you set on the side tables, and the books you brought in for decoration, but the moment you started organizing his pantry, he was quick to find out the other things you had done around. He pouted for a good couple of days about the things you added, but after finding the organization side of tiktok while high, he called you up with his credit card, and ran you to target.

Vernon grabbed a couple of things for you, including a toothbrush and hairbrush, and a couple of hair supplies, dropping them into the cart without a word. At the look you gave, he avoided your eyes, and you grinned.

“Awww, for me?”

“I’ve been asking you to stay over instead of coming randomly. You said you couldn’t because your hair stuff was at home, so I figured I’d get you some.”

You cooed at his face and squeezed his cheek, running over to checkout. You pushed the cart to his car and nearly dropped to the ground to hide, as Mingyu called out to him, jogging over. You snuck around the side of the car to avoid him, as Mingyu looked at the things in his cart.

“Are you redoing your house or some shit?” He asked, picking up a towel.

“Uh, yeah.” Vernon said, nodding awkwardly.

Mingyu stared at the things in the cart, and the hair supplies, before looking at Vernon’s awkward face, and back at the things, and so on. After a good ten times of looking back and forth, he narrowed his eyes. You and Vernon felt your hearts beating a mile a minute, nervous as hell, and Vernon looked toward you, dying inside.

“Your mom is coming by and you didn’t tell me?” Mingyu said, insulted.

Thank fuck Mingyu had the common sense of a rock today, and couldn’t piece anything together, because you were not ready for any sort of conversation about the two of you today. Mingyu punched Vernon’s shoulder as he felt his soul return to his body, suddenly exhausted.

“Uh, yeah, man. I’ll tell you when we can have you over.” He said, and Mingyu nodded fervently.

“You better. Love her food, man. See you later!” He said, and jogged off to the store.

Vernon quietly tossed the bags in the car and jumped in, head thumping back against the headrest, as you jumped in the car. You pat the top of Vernon’s head in pity as he sighed, turning on the car.

“I think I about died,” Was all he could say, and looked over at you. “Nice job, by the way. Head on a swivel. You ought to play valorant. You could spot people a mile away.”

You nodded as he drove to his apartment, and helped him grab bags. The two of you carried them upstairs, and your phone dinged, a picture loading up from your mother. You froze in front of the door, dropping a bag, as Vernon looked back at you, confused. The image she sent was clear, of Vernon holding the cart while you fixed his hair, oblivious to the woman. Avoiding Mingyu, sure, you could do it. Avoiding your mom? You forgot about that.

—-////—-

You sat at dinner with your parents and Mingyu, feeling awkward. You had specially gone to your parents before him (which was rare), and told her not to say anything. The looks you gave each other over the kimchi fried rice was enough for her not to say anything, but promising to talk later.

You finished your food, heading to the kitchen to grab a drink, and gestured to your mother to follow you outside, where you sat down at a table in the garden.

“Alright,” She said, turning to you. “Want to tell me what’s going on with you and Vernon?”

“Okay.” You said, taking a deep breath. “I accidentally kissed him after Jeonghan’s engagement party thing. Thought that was the end of it, but he came up to me later, and, well, we’ve been hanging out ever since.”

Your mom gave you a look, knowing damn well what ‘hanging out’ meant. You sighed, and stared at her, then looked over in the house where Mingyu was messing around playing games with your dad.

“Is it serious?” Your mom asked, taking a drink from her tea.

“No, not really. Just meeting up from time to time, and getting food. No dates.”

“Darling,” Your mother said, putting her drink down, and you winced, knowing Mama Kim was coming out. “I have told you time and time again, to not mess with men who won’t give you the time of day.” She said.

You nodded, feeling like a kicked dog. “Yes ma’am.”

“He’s a good boy. I’m absolutely positive he likes you. If he wants to be around you, even after seeing you in braces,” she said, as you groaned with a ‘moooooooom’, “Then he’s worth the time. No boy would let his… not yet girlfriend, or whatever you are, take him shopping with his own money if he didn’t care.”

You nodded, feeling a lump in your chest. While it was true, the two of you weren’t together, you had been there nearly every day of the week. You had told Mingyu it was working late, but if you weren’t at Vernon’s, he was at yours. At first you screwed around with each other, but he started to invite you to hang out before, or after sex. You knew damn well that wasn’t how relationships worked, as your other friends also had FWB, and they never got ramen delivered to them at work, or picked up after a long day. To be honest, you absolutely held feelings for Vernon, but tried to hide them well. You knew he wasn’t interested like you were, and knew he didn’t want anything serious. You avoided this thought like the plague, positive it would ruin your relationship.

“Don’t think about it that hard,” Your mother said, fixing your hair behind your ear. “But don’t let yourself get used like many others. You’re a strong, beautiful woman, and you’ve been with him through thick and thin. He knows you. If he cares, he’ll be good to you.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes at the tears that threatened to come out. Mingyu interrupted your session before calling to the both of you to come in from the cold weather. You fixed yourself up and followed your mom, waving off Mingyu at your upset face, blaming it on the full moon, or something. Your mother kissed your head as you threw on your jacket, giving you the look. The ‘You better talk to this boy, or he won’t be let in my house’, and you sighed, giving both of your parents a hug, getting into Mingyu’s car to head home.

——////——

To be honest, you were sure you were going to lose it at any point. You were currently with the BBB’s - in Vernon’s house. When you walked in with the boys, you pretended to be shocked with them, seeing all of the decorations. ‘Oh my god, Mingyu, you decorated!’, or ‘Where’d the hell you get all that shit?’ was the resounding question from the group. Mingyu had mentioned his mom was coming to stay, but then they found it. Your toothbrush.

The scream and stomping from down the hall was loud as you sat at a kitchen barstool, watching Wonwoo and Vernon order. Cheol carried the brush in his hand in shock, yelling about how he just had to have someone over. Mingyu argued, but when Sherlock fucking Holmes Wonwoo got up and checked the bathroom, he started to agree. Then, the morons decided to look around.

A pair of slippers here, a ponytail there - and the shampoo and conditioner in the shower. Not just that, but the rest of the hair supplies - ones that Vernon’s mom would never know about. The second Cheol found the shoes, he started a pile, and it just kept growing. You were nervous as hell, and Vernon did nothing to help, instead watching the pile grow, without a care in the world.

“Dude! This is insane.” Mingyu said. “Wonwoo and Cheol are right - it’s not your mom’s. What’s going on?”

“I’m dating someone.” Was all Vernon said, before all hell broke loose.

Mingyu was shrieking, in disbelief. Wonwoo was laughing, paying up Cheol, saying he knew Vernon was going to find someone before Mingyu. You sat, a cold sweat going down your spine. Vernon said you were dating. The man who wanted nothing in relationships, claimed he was dating. Wonwoo seemed to hold the same thoughts, as he and Mingyu rambled off questions that Vernon answered vaguely. He eventually let out a groan, putting the pile back, before begging that the group get food instead. Mingyu huffed, suspicious, muttering about how they’d find out.

—-////—-

In your defense, at least it wasn’t Mingyu first. You were with Vernon, as he lay on the couch, laying on your stomach, his hand trailing up and down your thigh as you both watched some random movie. Vernon hadn’t even noticed his phone go off from Wonwoo saying how he left his good headphones there, and needed them back. Fortunately for Wonwoo, he figured his buddy wasn’t home, and used the key Vernon had hidden. Unfortunately for the two of you, however, when Wonwoo opened the door and saw the two of you. Wonwoo stared in disbelief when Vernon shot up, and stared back, and you felt nauseous.

“Well, shit.” Vernon said, hopping up and grabbing his phone, seeing the messages.

He walked over to the front door and locked it behind Wonwoo, leading him over to sit down in the living room, giving water to the shell shocked individual.

“Wha… I always bet on you being last. And never with her.” Wonwoo said.

After spending a good five or so minutes explaining everything to Wonwoo, he stared between the two of you.

“So… you’re dating?” He asked.

“Uh, well-” You started, and Vernon cut you off.

“We are, yeah.” He said.

You eyed the stoic man, opting to stay quiet until Wonwoo left. The second he did, you stared at Vernon until he turned around, and gave you a look. He walked into the kitchen and you followed, hopping up on the counter.

“What’s wrong?”

“Vernon, you told Wonwoo we’re dating.”

“Yeah, I know. We are.” He said.

“What- no, we aren’t. You- you never asked me. I thought you wanted to just hook up.” You said, a little self conscious.

Vernon walked up in front of you, hands on your thighs. It felt like a heavy weight as he sighed at you, putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Baby, I’ve had my damn eyes on you for years. I’m not letting you go now. You’ve got me hooked.” He whispered into your ear, and slotted himself between your thighs.

“Wha-what do you mean?” You asked, and he kissed your forehead, smiling.

“Seriously? I liked you when you were in high school. You were stood up, and I came and got you. It was the first time I noticed you, for real.”

It had been a week or so right after the sports season had started. You had gone on a date with a popular football player, but during the middle of it, he had left with a cheerleader ex or something that wanted him back. You were more pissed than anything, until you realized he had left you alone in front of the restaurant you both went to, with no way to get home. You had called Mingyu and Cheol about 20 or so times, but neither answered. Vernon was your last choice, but when he texted the group chat a meme, and you called him, he ran over instantly to pick you up. The two of you went for ice cream and returned home, not really talking to each other much afterward.

“Listen.” Vernon said, serious. “At first, I was casual with you because I didn’t want to overwhelm you with your stress about Mingyu. I kept my distance. But I’m gonna be completely honest. I don’t give a fuck how Mingyu feels. I understand when he was keeping you away from everyone when we were all young and stupid. But we’re both adults. We can do whatever the fuck we want, and he shouldn’t have that much of an opinion on it. I let you redo my house, I keep your hair and body stuff over here, you have shit in my closet. I don’t let random girls do that. Only you.”

His eyes were piercing you, and every statement he gave hit you harder than the last. Vernon was right. You cared far too much for Mingyu’s opinion, and had been hiding around with Vernon. As difficult it was for you, you can only imagine how it felt for the guy that liked you for ages having to go behind his friend’s back.

“I’m sorry,” You said, and Vernon’s head dropped onto your chest, your words feeling like they had lifted weights right off his chest. “I had talked to my mom about it, and I was just… I don’t want Mingyu to hate us for it.”

“I’ll get him to hate me instead, I promise.” Vernon said. “Don’t worry about it anymore.”

“So we’re dating now?” You asked after a short silence, and Vernon groaned.

“You’re an idiot. Yes, we’re dating. Good news: don’t have to worry about introducing you to my parents, and vice versa.”

“Vernon, I don’t think I’m the idiot.”

“Shhh. Your boobs feel really nice right now.”

—-////—-

You introduced Vernon to your parents soon after that, opting to tell Mingyu within a week after. Your mom was quite pleased when he came by, and your father was gushing about how he adored Vernon. His parents were the same, with his mom nearly crying in happiness when you showed up. ‘Less work to get used to his girlfriend’, she claimed, and you couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times she slipped up to call you her daughter when talking about the two of you.

You were helping him grab his stuff to go home, and gave him a kiss at the door of your house, when you heard a whistle. Cheol stood at his car on the street, watching in awe, as the two of you looked at his car. He wasn’t the concern, however, as Mingyu stood at the passenger door, the bag he was holding now abandoned on the ground. He looked absolutely crushed as he watched the two of you, and before you could say anything, he was walking up to the two of you. He shoved between the two of you, barely looking at Vernon, slamming the door on the way in.

“I got this,” You said, squeezing Vernon’s hand. “He’ll come around. I’m gonna talk to him.”

“Keep me updated, please.” Vernon said, before heading home, and Cheol left after him, not wanting to deal with any of it.

“Mingyu?” You called, going upstairs to his room, where he lay in bed, covered in blankets, glaring at the wall.

“What.” He said, venom dripping in his words. “I’d like to not have to talk to the one who broke up my friends.”

“I didn’t do that,” You said, sitting on the end of the bed. “Listen, you’re still friends with Vernon. You’re all still the BBB’s. Vernon’s just dating.”

“He’s dating you, that’s the point. My one rule, and he couldn’t keep it in his fucking pants. Told him to leave you the fuck alone. Figured I had better friends than last time, but no. Had to screw you and fuck it all up.”

You recoiled in shock at his statement, rage building. You had thought your brother wouldn’t act like a child with it, but the insults were too far.

“Okay, that’s too fucking far.” You said, angry. “Let me be fucking clear, Kim Mingyu. I approached Vernon. Not him to me. I did it. And I will not say this more than once. I am my own person, and I like who I choose. I’m sorry it was Vernon. I kept it quiet, not wanting to push anything without making sure I actually wanted some sort of future. I’m sorry, Mingyu, but I love Vernon, and if I have to move out over it, so be it.” You finished, crying, and headed to your room to wallow in your own misery.

After an hour or so, you heard a knock on your doorway, as your mom stood there, giving you a look of pity.

“What are you doing here?” You croaked out, rubbing your eyes.

“I came as soon as Vernon called me.” She cooed, giving you a hug.

“Vernon called?”

“Yes. He didn’t think it was appropriate for him to be here,” She said. “I talked to Mingyu.”

“What did he say?”

“He’s scared. He doesn’t want anything to get in between his friends and family.” Your mom said. “He’s talking to Vernon on the phone now.”

“I don’t want to get in between everyone.” You cried, and she wiped your tears. “You won’t, he just needs time. I’ll go make dinner, okay?”

She walked out, and a few minutes later, you told her to come in when she knocked, only for Mingyu to be at the door, standing awkwardly.

“Mingyu.” You called, and he sat down next to you, looking tired.

“I talked to Vernon.” He said, quiet.

“What did he say?” You asked, knowing that Vernon had been texting you the whole time.

“You guys really love each other. Families know and everything.”

“Mingyu,” You said, sitting up to face him. “I was serious when I said we discussed everything. I was so stressed out about you finding out. I didn’t know how far it would go, but we really do like each other.”

“Love each other.” Mingyu corrected, and about gagged after he said it. “Gross.”

“That’s because you don’t have someone yet.” You said, pulling him into a hug. “I promise, you’ll find someone. Even Wonwoo did, and she hated his guts. But I digress. We knew you’d take it pretty hard, and I was fucking terrified. We were going to talk to you this week, but you came back early from your workout. I’m sorry you were told that way.”

“I told him to leave you alone,” Mingyu pouted, and you sighed in relief, knowing he wasn’t as pissed as before.

“I know, he told me. To be fair, he did, until I got drunk.”

“Ew, I don’t want to hear that.” Mingyu whined.

“Mingyu, please. We actually, uh, love each other. I don’t know what the future holds, but we are adult enough to approach this seriously. I know you’re more scared than anything about the group being friends. I promise nothing will change. We will be professional.”

“Professional?” Mingyu asked, teasing. “What is this, school? I know. Vernon told me everything, and I was more surprised you both went to the parents. For Vernon, I know it’s serious. He never does that. Took me like, two years to meet his mom.”

“Yeah. And five for me,” You muttered. “What do you think about… y’know, everything?”

“Not necessarily mad. Not happy. Just… in between. I get it, because even Cheol made fun of Vernon’s crush, and a couple of my girl friends mentioned you and Vernon working together. I tried to ignore it, but I suppose the world did it in spite.” He said, sighing dramatically. “I suppose I can eventually get over it. Just nothing in front of me, and give me a two week notice if you go dumping him.” He said.

“You’ve got it, Mingoo.” You said, happy, and he shoved you at the nickname.

“Alright, mom’s been waiting at the door. Let’s go get some food.” He said, and you heard your mom scurry off to the kitchen.

You got up and headed to the kitchen as Mingyu ruffled you hair, and gave you a smile.

“Don’t let him break your heart.”

“I won’t,” You said, honestly. “I’d break his first.”

—-////—-

“How could you do this to me?” Vernon asked, hurt.

You stared at him, unamused, as he held his dinosaur plush. You gave him a look with an arched brow, lips pursed.

“Vernon, his name isn’t Dinosaurus. It’s Trevor.”

“I don’t care, Trevor is stupid. Get that shit out of here.”

You lunged across the couch to grab it, and took off running through the house, as he let out a yell and chased you. You shut your door in his face as he yelled, locking it, and hiding under your bed. You heard him pick the lock as he whistled, and reached under your bed to yank you from under it. He held onto you as you thrashed in his arms, refusing to give up. He tickled your sides as you giggled, gasping for air, and he yanked the plush, jumping in victory. You jumped up to grab it and whined, instead opting to play dirty. You grabbed at his belt, pulling him closer, and trailed your fingers up his chest, and leaned forward, and his eyes went straight to your chest. The moment he lowered his arms to hold you, you grabbed the plush, heading straight for the door.

Vernon closed the door before you could get out, holding it shut with one arm, the other wrapping around your hip. “You play a nasty game.” He said, grabbing the stupid doll, throwing it somewhere else, and holding you against him as he pressed his hips against your backside.

“There an issue?” You teased, looking back at him, and let out a squeal as he lifted you to carry you over to the bed.

“Yes, an issue we’re finishing here.” He said. “I’ve needed you all day, and you’ve teased me every second.”

“I’ve done no such thing.” You said, and he scoffed, kissing down your neck.

“You’re a little tease.” He said, and moved his hand down into your jeans to palm at your underwear. “And I’m not the only one all bothered, with how wet you are.”

He removed his hand quickly to get off your clothes, yanking his off as fast as possible. You licked your lips seeing his cock, ready for him to fuck you.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” Vernon said, high pitched, imitating the first time you were together.

“Cute.” You muttered, and rolled your eyes.

Vernon gave you a kiss before twirling his finger and you rolled onto your stomach, shaking your ass at him, as he stared.

“Don’t do that, or I’m gonna cum before I’m even in you.” He said, and you laughed as he pulled you towards the edge of the bed.

“Cute. I’d really love to see-that-” You let out a moan as he pushed into you quickly, moaning as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, so tight.” He said, hissing as your walls squeezed him just right.

“Baby, please move.” You said, and he held your hips in place as he moved, hitting you deep.

You gripped the sheets tight, brows furrowed as he hit you just right every time. Vernon had gotten a little more vocal with you, and he grabbed your neck to pull you up and hold you against him.

“Fuck,” He hissed, seeing the way your chest bounced with each thrust, and knew he wouldn’t last.

You gasped as Vernon’s finger touched your clit to rub at it, and you whimpered at the sensation. He was far more aggressive this time with you, harder and faster than normal, and maybe it was because you pissed him off with the plushie, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you took a mental list of everything you could steal to get him to act this way, only snapping out of your own brain when he changed his grip on your hips to hold you in place.

It felt bruising, almost, and the only things you could process hearing was both of your moans getting louder with the sounds of skin.

“You take me so well,” Vernon said, and felt you squeeze him just right as his movements grew sloppy, skin sticky with sweat.

“Please let me cum,” You begged Vernon, and he nodded as you cried out, feeling the muscles in your stomach spasm.

Vernon let out a long groan as he came, hips slowing to a stop, breathing heavy. He pulled out to drop next to you on the bed, exhausted, and your legs shook as you got up to look for a towel. You returned minutes later after cleaning up yourself to help Vernon, and you could’ve sworn the poor guy was on cloud nine, floating in the atmosphere.

“You good, baby?” You said with a laugh, and he pulled you into the blankets with him.

“Great.” Vernon said, and you cooed at him, throwing on his shirt and a clean pair of underwear.

After a couple of minutes of cuddling with him, and laughing about his hair being everywhere, along with yours, you heard your brother call he was home, and you called back to him. A few minutes after that, you heard him talking to Cheol, and then knocked on your door, whining about Vernon being missing. You groaned and got up, cracking it open.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“Yeah. I want to watch tv. Vernon’s MIA, so I figured the three of us could chill.” He said, grinning like a puppy.

“Uh, I’m a little busy, so I’ll be down for later if you want.”

“Seriously? You’ve been home all day. What are you doing?” He whined.

Before you could say anything, Vernon got up and pulled the door open farther, and Mingyu jumped, seeing him behind you.

“Oh! Vernon! Hey…”

He trailed off as he scanned the mess of your hair, and Vernon’s shirt, over to Vernon, who was clearly only wearing underwear, with fresh hickeys all over your neck, and let out a disgusted noise, shielding his eyes.

“Gross! Gross! No! Get away!” He yelled, running off, and you shut the door, hearing him scream about cooties.

Vernon grinned and grabbed your hand to pull you back into the bed with him, your head on his chest.

“Keep the door open!” Cheol yelled to your room, and you got up to slam it shut, hearing Cheol laugh and Mingyu gagging.

“I don’t think he’s gonna get used to it.” Vernon said, laughing, and you sighed in agreement.

“That’s okay, he’s got years.” You said, and Vernon hummed.

“Years?”

“I just bought a lifetime supply of ramen for me at your place. You’re stuck with me, at least until it’s gone.”

“I’ll just fill it when you’re not there.” He said, and grinned at you as you kissed him.

“How romantic.” You cooed.

“That’s me,” Vernon said, getting comfy. “Pure romance. Exactly what you get.”

“I’m kidding. You’re not a crazy romantic.”

“I know that.” He said, confident. “That’s not why you got with me.”

“And why did I get with you?” You asked, curious.

“It’s because my dick’s big-“ He started, and whined when you smacked him on the arm.

“Vernon! Not with Mingyu here!” You hissed, hearing retching sounds from outside your door.

“Go AWAY Mingyu!” You yelled, and Vernon grinned at you.

“I can give him a reason to leave.” He said, and Mingyu screamed.

“NO! NOT HAPPENING! Goodbye!” He yelled, and you heard the front door slam, as Vernon slid his hand down your side.

“Good, he left. Now, where was I?”

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itsbeeble · 4 months

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Say Don't Go

SUMMARY: For too long you had been waiting for Vernon. For too long you had let these feelings fester. Now all you can do is wait and beg for him to not let you leave.

GENRE: Angst

PAIRING: Vernon Chwe x afab!reader

WC: 1.6k

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18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOGGED

WARNINGS: hurt no comfort, Vernon is an asshole, toxic relationship, implied friends with benefits, mentions of blood/knives but no one actually gets hurt it's just a metaphor, people being nosy at restaurants, a waitress is extra nosy, swearing, brief mentions of alcohol, friends to fwb to ???, ending is open-ended

A/N: I'm planning on finishing this series asap because good god I've been working on it for TOO LONG. Hopefully I'll be able to finish by mid-January jghisrghuis. Also this is NOT edited so i apologize for any mistakes.

Sometimes you wonder where it all went wrong, when you and Vernon went from something to nothing in his eyes.

Even as you lay in his arms now, you know that he would rather be anywhere else but with you in your living room. There’s a coldness in his hand as it brushes your arm, a discomfort in the smile he sends you at every comment you make about the film on your TV screen. Your fingers play with a loose string on his t-shirt and you exhale quietly, letting your body deflate against him.

It had been months now since you and Vernon started messing around. You weren’t dating, no, Vernon hated the idea of being exclusive with someone while he was so young. This was…this was something else. You knew he slept with other people, knew that every night he found someone knew but on the weekends he crawled back to you. He made you think he loved you. You wonder if he knew that you’d only ever slept with him. That he was your first everything, and that it broke your heart every time he left you.

“You’re thinking.” And then he does this. He knows you so well it scares you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Vernon lifts his head off the arm of the couch, straining to look at where you lay on his chest.

“You’re lying to me now?” A crooked smile, playful yet curious, is flashed in your direction. Your stomach churns uncomfortably, knowing that despite him being able to read you so well, you knew nothing of what he was thinking. Not anymore, at least.

“Why would I lie to you?” Your eyes are drooping, and you nuzzle deeper into his chest. His hand slowly trails up your arm and rests on your head.

“Why wouldn’t you?” His voice sounds faint.

“Because I love you.”

He says nothing, and you don’t expect him to. Not anymore. In the past, before acceptance had hit you, maybe you would’ve hoped he would. Maybe you would’ve begged him to say it back, and maybe he would’ve. He would’ve let you believe that he loved you, but you know he doesn’t.

You should’ve known better than to believe that Vernon would show up. You should’ve known better than to convince yourself that he wouldn’t forget you at the restaurant, that he wouldn’t choose someone else over you.

Now, three hours later, you’re finishing up another drink, picking at the dessert you’d treated yourself to after the meal. You weren’t going to let your own naivety ruin your night, even if the tears welling in your eyes have been threatening to spill over like a waterfall. You’re glad you’d chosen a booth for yourself, facing away from the door so you don’t get your hopes up every time it opens.

The knife in your heart has been twisted far too many times, the blood spilling down your chest for all to see. You were tired of it, so why were still holding out hope for him?

Someone sinks into the booth across from you, out of breath and leaning his head back for a few moments.

“Shit, traffic was bad.” Vernon gasps out. A lie. “And— and then the parking. Shit, the parking was awful.” Why is he lying?

“Stop.” Vernon stares at you, his lips still parted as he catches his breath. “Stop lying to me, please. For once.”

His lips draw into a thin line, and he adjusts his position to sit straighter. It almost hurts to see him so dressed up for you, but then you see the lipstick on his collar and your anger comes back.

The waitress returns with your check, shooting Vernon a dirty look. She’d pieced together the story on her own, not that it was hard to figure out. A heartbroken girl, alone in a booth for two hours. Who wouldn’t be able to figure out what happened?

The two of you sit silently in the booth as you fill out your bill, sliding your card into the book and placing it near the edge of the table.

“You’re mad at me.” Vernon concludes, and you scoff.

“Yeah, sure.” You cross your arms, and Vernon bites on his tongue.

“Why— why can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?” He tries to keep his voice down, his hands tightening into fists. Your eyes scan him, scan his tense posture and the muscles ticking in his jaw.

“I feel like it should be obvious, no?” The ice in your glass of water has melted and you take a small sip, letting the cold liquid slide down your throat slowly.

“Well, I’m sorry to say this, but it’s not.” You sniff, whether in distaste or to hold back your tears you can’t tell. “Sometimes you have to actually tell people what you want.”

“I have, Vernon.” You hiss and smile at the waitress when she grabs the check again. “I have voiced everything to you time and time again, and yet you seem to ignore it. It’s like you don’t care about me— and I’m not talking about our fucking sex life.”

He opens his mouth to talk, but you keep going.

“Did you forget that we were friends before this?” You ask him, and for a moment he thinks it’s rhetoric. When you don’t continue speaking, he stutters out a response.

“I— no, I didn’t, but Y/N—”

“If you didn’t forget then why do you act like this?” Your eyebrows are furrowed, your lips pursed. “All— All I ever asked of you is to prioritize our friendship over anything else. That— that if you thought things were getting past the point of no return, then we’d break it off. But you didn’t, and it’s like you couldn’t give less of a damn about me anymore. Why, Vernon? Why the fuck didn’t you break it off when you figured out I was falling in love with you?”

It’s like a bucket of ice-cold water has been tossed over him, the heat from running to meet you being entirely replaced with a cold sweat. He knew, of course. How could he not have known when you made it so obvious?

“You— you’re blaming me for this?” He asks. “You’re the one who agreed to be in this relationship— no, you’re the one who brought it up in the first place!”

“Because I liked you!” The tables around you are turning their heads, and you lower your voice. “I knew what I was getting into when you first kissed me at that fucking holiday party at Seungcheol’s, but it’s your fault that it got to this point. It’s your fault for stringing me along even though you knew the whole fucking time.”

Your heart is pounding, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and your head feels like it’s going to explode at any moment.

“So— so this is it then?” Vernon sinks back against the uncomfortable booth. “You’re throwing away six years of friendship because— because what? You couldn’t control your fucking feelings? Well, I’m sorry but I’m not gonna be part of your fucking pity party.” You hear a gasp from the booth behind you, as well as hushed whispers, and suddenly all your anger is replaced by embarrassment.

“I— I can’t believe you.” You whisper, staring at him with wide eyes. “I— why would you say that?”

Vernon’s mind races, thoughts of regret and fear pushing forward as he watches you grab your purse.

“Y/N—” he starts to stand but you raise your hand to stop him. His hands are on the table, the only thing keeping him from falling to the ground.

“I…I loved you, Vernon.” You try to control your breathing, but it feels impossible with the rush of emotions hitting you. “I’m sorry that I meant nothing to you, but do not blame this shit on me.”

He watches you walk away, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Stunned is not quite the word for what he’s feeling at the moment. Confused? No…no he’s not confused. Vernon knows exactly why this happened, and knows that the only person to blame is himself.

You hesitate at the door, your hand reaching for the handle slowly as if waiting for something. He wonders if you’re waiting for him to say something, to chase you and tell you not to leave.

He doesn’t, and he watches you leave the restaurant and shudder under the frigid weather of mid-December.

Your waitress clears her throat, that same dirty look on her face.

“She forgot her card.” She explains, thrusting it back into his hand. “Make sure it gets back to her.”

“I…I uh—”

“I get that you’re a stupid bitch,” she whispers harshly to him, and his head jerks back in shock. “But that girl waited two and a half fucking hours for you. If you give even the tiniest shit about her, you’ll run out the door right now and fix it.”

Vernon’s mouth is hanging open as the waitress walks away to her next table, a fake grin plastered onto her face.

You waited for him.

You waited for him, knowing that he wasn’t going to come, and now he’s fucked everything up beyond repair.

His feet are moving before his mind does.

The bell above his head chimes and his breath is knocked out of him once again when he takes his first gulp of cold air.

Don’t go. Please, please don’t go.

Don’t leave me.

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xvmgnhao · 10 months

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Pool Party.

Vernon x reader. (s)

Synopsis: Vernon likes thick girls in bikinis.

Warnings: cunilingus, slight nipple play.

Vernon watches as you walk through the gate into Chan’s backyard. He watches as you shyly stand off to the side until Chan runs up to you and brings you into a seemingly warm embrace. You hug him back and smile brightly.

Vernon was intrigued. The way your short plump body clung to Chan’s arm. Chan dragged you around introducing you to everyone. Finally he makes it to Vernon.

“Vernon this is my childhood friend Y/N!” Chan says excitedly. “She’s visiting and thinking about moving out here.”

"Hi. I'm Hansol or Vernon." Vernon says reaching out to shake your hand. He watches as you extend your small hand and grabs it giving it a firm squeeze reveling in how soft your hands are.

"Y/N." you say smiling causing your dimples to show. If Vernon could melt he would've been a puddle by now.

"Come on let's get in the pool." Chan says turning away and tugging on your hand. You shuffle after him quickly towards the pool. You look back at Vernon and see him already watching.

Vernon watches as you stand at the edge of the pool with Chan. You say something to Chan and grab on to the bottom hem of your oversized shirt.

You pull it off quickly and walk to put it on a chair behind you.

Vernon practically drools watching as your tight bikini top squeezes your boobs causing them to slightly spill out. Your bikini bottom is just low cut enough that he can see your cute pudge poke out.

At that moment Vernon tells himself that he needs to have you. He watches as you walk back to the edge of the pool and grab ahold of Chan's hand. You and Chan raise your arms in the air and jump into the pool.

Painfully hard Vernon stands up and walks towards the back door. Avoiding all of the people that would stop him to talk. He hurries to the bathroom. Closing the door and pressing his back against the door.

Gripping his swollen bulge and groaning loudly into the the pit of his elbow. He turns around one hand pressing against the door and one rubbing hastily at his dick. He slides down his shorts taking his warm length into his hand and stroking it firmly.

He shifts to lean against the counter. He strokes his dick wishing it was your soft hands.

You listen silently slightly shocked as you head Vernon moan your name. You turn the knob and quickly open the door sliding inside and closing it quickly behind yourself.

You watch amused as Vernon scrambles away from the door with wide eyes.

“I didn't take you a gross pervert Hansol." You say smiling lightly.

"Fuck Y/N what are you doing in here?" Vernon says pulling his shorts back up.

"Well when I hear my name being called I come. Plus I was just trying to find the bathroom." You say tilting your head curiously. "Were you touching yourself to me Hansol?"

“It's not what it looks like. Your name just rolls off the tongue easily and I just couldn't stop thinking about you. And you're so cute, your dimples, your ass, especially your face. Fuck your face is so beautiful." Vernon rambles staring off into nothing.

"Sounds like you have a crush." You say stepping closer to him. "And, luckily I find you quite intriguing also."

You step even closer to him pressing your fleshy chest against his. He shudders looking down at you. You grab his hand and place it on your butt. He automatically gives it a squeeze.

" You kno-“ your words are cut short as Vernon smashes his lips onto yours causing you to stumble slightly. His body melts into yours as he cradled you into his embrace. The kiss is passionate and needy.

You feel both of Vernon's hands trail down to the back of your thighs. He taps them light queuing you to jump. He holds you tightly you can feel his bulge pressing right against your clit.

Vernon moans into your mouth loudly. He parts from you walking over to set you on the counter. You both pant loudly just looking into each others eyes taking each other in at the heated moment.

"Fuck I can feel your pussy. I wanna eat you out." Vernon's breathes out unclipping your bikini top and letting it fall to the floor.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth rolling the other between his fingers. You arch your back yearning for more of him. He stops suddenly dropping to his knees and spreading your legs.

He tugs at your bikini bottoms gently. You help him slide them off. He spreads your legs again.

"Your pussy is so pretty." Vernon says glancing up at your face. His warm breath fanning across your cunt. "So pretty and brown."

"Stop staring. You say shyly bucking your hips slightly.

"Why so shy now?" Vernon says smirking up at you.

He spreads you with his thumbs once more before diving into your cunt going straight to put his tongue inside you. You feel you his nose press against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your body.

"Hansol" You moan out pressing your clit harder against his nose.

He pulls back breathlessly. You whine spreading your legs for him more.

"Keep moaning my name pretty" Vernon says before going back to pleasuring you.

Vernon's hand trails up your body landing on your tummy gripping it firmly. You squeak clamping your thighs around his head.

"Vernon let me down." You moan out sweetly. He pulls back from your pussy holding your waist as you slide down the counter and plant your feet on the ground.

"Keep going please...wanna ride your face standing." You say bashfully.

"Holy shit. That's hot." Vernon says hiking your plump thigh onto his shoulder.

He licks a strip up your throbbing cunt. Sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out gripping his hair tightly. You move your pussy back and forth on his tongue chasing your high.

"Hansol." You moan high pitched. You feel one of his fingers slide into your entrance.

"I'm so close Hansol. Fuck me on your fingers." You say as your body starts to shake involuntarily.

Vernon adds a second finger curling them ever so perfectly sending you over the edge. You release into Vernon's mouth letting out strained moans of his name.

He's holding your tummy as you ride out your high on his tongue.

You finally calm down slumping against the counter. Vernon stands up holding you up with him.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He says smiling down at you.

"Why are you so good at that?" You say resting you head against his chest.

"Practice makes perfect.” He says helping you sit down on the edge of the bath tub.

"Of course." You say rolling your eyes jealously. You watch Vernon rummage through the cabinet and pull out a wash cloth.

“Don't worry. Your cunt is the only one I plan on eating from now on." He say smirking back you as he ran the cloth under warm water.

"Oh. You say suppressing your smile.

Vernon walks over to you and helps you stand up. He wipes the cum stuck to your thighs and pussy.

“Thanks.” You say grabbing up your bikini and sliding it back on.

You walk towards the door and start to open the door when it's closed from behind you.

You turn around to see Vernon watching you intently.

"Where are you going so fast? I haven't even asked you on a date yet.” He says tilting his head innocently.

"Oh I thought you just wanted it to be a one time thing.” You say frowning slightly.

“Definitely not. I don't only want your body I want all of you." Vernon says grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips kissing it gently.

End.

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thepixelelf · 9 months

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and the universe said,

06 - "take it slow"

genres/tags: soulmate au, idol au, comedy, romance, dumbassery relationship(s): ot13 x reader chapter warnings: coarse language. cat names by ursa (you'll get why it's a warning when you see them) note: we're so fucking back 😎 (she says before not updating for months again)

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It's no secret that Wen Junhui likes cats. He's a cat guy.

He's not, like, obsessed. He likes cats, but he's not sure he'd ever trust himself to raise one of his own. Still, any stray cat met on the street is a friend, and any time Junhui finds himself in a house where there's a resident cat, he always drifts towards them by the end of the visit.

Cats are great company. They never talk your ears off, or make awkward one-liners. If they ever scratch, it's Junhui's bad 99.9% of the time.

Plus, they're soft and fluffy. Who doesn't like that?

Junhui's preference of cats is why he will often visit Paws, a basic but aptly named cat cafe nowhere near the heart of Seoul, but not in the middle of nowhere, either. The place is hardly ever full, and even when there are customers, they pay no attention to Junhui in his usual corner.

Normally, three of the resident cats will join him in said corner, especially if there are no other customers in the cafe. They love the attention, even if they like to pretend they don't. The fourth cat, whose collar tag says her name is Rush, will sometimes amble into Junhui's area too, but she plays much harder to get.

Junhui's taken a particular liking to Rush, though. She likes chin scratches, but not too many, or she'll hiss. It's a careful science.

She never climbs into his lap like the other cats try to do, and according to the character profiles the cats have on the last page of the cafe's menu, she doesn't like being picked up.

Junhui's never tried picking Rush up — cats have boundaries too, you know?

But today, with only Junhui, the guy who's always behind the counter, and one other person in Paws, Rush is completely and utterly snuggled up in your arms, purring like the rent is due while you give her infinite chin scratches!

The injustice… the favouritism!

Even with the most affectionate cat, a black Bombay named Ti, in his arms, Junhui can't help but feel envious. He thought he'd really been getting through to Rush lately…

He watches as you lean on the customer side of the front counter, talking to the barista but not to order anything to drink. You must be a regular — or a friend, more likely, since Junhui's almost sure he's never seen you here before.

He'd surely remember someone like you.

Uhhh.

Despite needing to keep a low profile like always, Junhui finds his eyes drifting up to look at Rush in your arms once, twice, three times. By the fifth glance, he realizes he's not even looking at the white cat anymore. There's something about you… Your nose? Your lips?

The way your eyes stare out the front windows of the cafe? Moving back and forth to follow along with the guy pacing right outside?

"How long do you think he's gonna keep that up?" you ask your friend.

"Another five minutes, at least," he says with a thoughtful nod.

Junhui tears his gaze away from you to look outside, and his eyes widen. Even with a face mask on and a hood over their head, Junhui would recognize one of his members anywhere.

"Jihoon?"

Like a genius, he speaks out loud.

Both you and the barista turn to look at him, and Junhui wants to sink into his chair, then have the chair implode into a black hole.

But you don't let it get awkward, somehow. You push yourself off the counter, still holding Rush as she nuzzles into your shoulder.

"You know him?" you ask Junhui.

Like a genius, he nods.

"Small world," your friend mutters.

You step closer. "Does he have a bank account?"

Like a genius, he answers.

"Uh… yes?"

"I knew it," you say, looking outside the windows again. Jihoon looks like he's about to open the door, then shakes his head, drops his hand, and starts pacing again.

Your friend nods again like a wise sage. "Red flag."

Aware that he might’ve just doxxed one of his best friends, Junhui gently picks Ti off his lap and places her on the floor. She looks up at him with an indignant “mrrp,” and he whispers a quiet apology as he stands up from his chair. Quickly, he walks past you and the barista, giving you both a small bow and gesturing with two hands that he just needs one minute with Jihoon outside. The barista tilts his head, while you just blink at him with a blank expression. Rush purrs loud enough for even Junhui to hear, wanting your full attention.

But Junhui has bigger — well, okay, weirder — things to worry about than a tsundere cat. What is ‘the definition of homebody’ Lee Jihoon doing here?

Acting like that?

Jihoon chickens out of opening the door once more right when Junhui approaches it, and he looks like he’s going to give up for good this time when he walks off, but two metres later, he doubles back again. Junhui swings the door open in Jihoon’s face, who stumbles back just shy of bonking his nose straight into the tempered glass.

“Ah,” Jihoon says, immediately tilting his chin downwards and lowering his voice by half an octave. With the bottom half his face covered and the hood draped over his head, anyone other than Junhui might think he’s just some guy. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t—”

“Jihoon.”

Eyes wide, Jihoon snaps his head up, jaw dropping under his mask. “Jun— what are you doing here?”

Junhui smiles wide at Jihoon’s surprise. “Me? I should be asking you that question.”

Instead of answering, Jihoon just widens his eyes even more, both hands rising in the air in a slow panic, like he wants to run his fingers through his hair but can’t even process that in his brain. “No way. I thought for sure I was the first…”

“First?” Junhui’s brows furrow.

Jihoon ignores his confusion. “Oh, god, I didn’t prepare for this!” He looks up at Junhui with frantic eyes. “Did you tell them already?”

“Tell who what?”

Both of Jihoon’s hands clutch at his temples over his hoodie. “Shit.” It’s like he’s not even hearing Junhui. “I wanted to ease them into it… They didn’t seem to recognize me… But if they’ve already met you, then they know there’s at least two of us… Thirteen… That’s way too fucking many…”

Now, Wen Junhui isn’t stupid. Far from it. He can read between the lines.

So he turns around and walks right back into Paws, a smile on his face, though still hidden behind his mask. (And he ignores Jihoon’s panicked, “Hey! Wait for me!” because he already has his eyes set on you.)

Junhui’s known for a while that his soulmate must not know Seventeen all that well. Otherwise, the news of them all being soulmates with five straight lines as their marks — although the public doesn’t yet know about the way their marks move — would have reached them, and they’d have recognized it. Surely.

And, if so, they’d have tried to contact them somehow.

There’s something thrilling about the fact that no one has reached out and claimed to be their soulmate, something that sends a pleasant thrum through Junhui’s veins at the idea that you don’t know who he is.

Before any of this soulmate stuff happened, Junhui had a very quiet yet present fear. The thought that anyone he might enter a relationship with might know everything about him before they even met. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, but he couldn’t not think about it.

His soulmate should fall for him, not Seventeen’s Jun, right?

Your eyes widen slightly when Junhui walks right up to you, and he sticks his hand out.

His mark is covered with a band-aid, a precaution the company asked the boys to take when going out outside of schedules. Their marks are their most recognizable features at the moment.

You can’t see his, but when you shift Rush’s weight onto one arm to shake Jun’s hand, he sees your mark right there on the curve of your right hand.

A perfect match.

He smiles wider at the sight and lifts his head, beaming at your confused expression. “Hi,” he says. “I’m Ju— Huijun.”

“Huijun?” Your brows raise. “That’s funny.” You nod your head towards your barista friend, who’s still standing behind the counter, eyes darting between you and Junhui. “His name is Heejun.”

“Right…” Junhui hardly acknowledges the similar names, just sending Heejun a quick, polite smile before he turns back to you. He opens his mouth to ask for your name when a harsh grip on his shoulder stops him.

“Yah,” Jihoon says in that low, calm, I’m gonna kill you and no one’s gonna find the body voice that he never uses because he’s not actually the cool, strict guy some fans imagine him to be. Nevertheless, it’s not not scary, especially when Junhui turns to witness the full force of Jihoon’s angry glare. “I said, wait.”

Junhui lets out a nervous laugh. “Can you blame me?”

Jihoon is about to respond, but then you clear your throat, and your hand attempts to slip out of Junhui’s. On instinct, Junhui tightens his hold on you just as he turns to face you again, which only makes you pull away faster. He hears Jihoon’s breath hitch.

Five solid lines extend and wrap around your arm, a song unravelling along with them. The staff climbs up your forearm and beneath your sleeve, which you’d had rolled up to your elbow. Sheepishly, you let Rush hop out of your arms and pull down your sleeves on both, but it doesn’t fully hide the beginnings of your mark, still there on the back of your right hand. You try to cover that area with your other hand.

“Sorry—” You clear your throat again, tearing Junhui’s eyes away from your hands only to see the way the mark wraps around your neck — like a delicate lace. Bringing both hands up, you rub at your neck as if it will erase the snaking staff, mumbling, “It’s my stupid soulmate.”

Junhui stares, speechless, only minutely aware of Jihoon standing next to him with a similarly gob-smacked expression on his mask-covered face.

Well.

Their marks certainly don’t do… that.

You lower your head and take a half step back.

"Alright, boys," Heejun says, clapping his hands together once. "Keep those eyes to yourselves and get those jaws off the floor, hey? As you can see—" He gestures towards you. "—they're spoken for."

You whip to glare at your friend, your hands still awkwardly covering your neck. "Don't say that. A cute guy just introduced himself to me and you immediately tell him I'm off limits?"

"You think I'm cute?" Junhui points at himself, starting to smile.

You glance at him, then point your eyes elsewhere. "Maybe…"

Shrugging, Heejun smirks at you. "I'm just telling them what they can already see, bub."

"Exactly," you snarl. "Shut up."

Heejun just snorts, crossing his arms and leaning his torso over the counter.

Junhui's soulmate thinks he's cute and they're good with cats. What could be better than this?

"'Your'..." Jihoon speaks up, making everyone look towards him. He seems nervous still as he holds eye contact with you, but there's a hint of something underneath that Junhui can't quite make out. Jihoon tentatively licks his bottom lip, like the words are loading. "...'stupid soulmate'?"

You shrink more into yourself, and Junhui kind of wants to smack Jihoon.

With your eyes trained on your shoes, you shrug. "They're constantly singing," you mumble, tugging your sleeves as far as they can stretch over your hands. "And I hate when people stare…"

Junhui does smack Jihoon. But it doesn’t deter him.

“You don’t know who they are?"

“See, it’s questions like these from total strangers that make it annoying, too,” you say with a bite to your tone. You take a breath and look up to meet Jihoon’s eyes while Junhui tries his best not to stare at the way the mark twirls over yours skin. “You think I’d accept your weird-ass apology slash cash exchange slash coffee date if I was in soulmate-ship or whatever with this person I’ve never met? Or that I’d flirt with your friend here?”

“Flirt?” Junhui echoes.

You give him a weird look. “Is that all you picked up from that?”

Sheepishly, Junhui rubs the back of his neck. “Ah, sorry… I guess I’m just a little happy to hear that.”

Your expression softens, and as Junhui goes to say more, Jihoon feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out to see Myungjun’s name on the screen and walks away from the budding conversation.

“What?”

He doesn’t mean to answer like that or to sound so clipped, but he can’t help the way he’s feeling. He’d already pissed you off with the whole coffee thing— not to mention the financial institution beliefs thing. It was frankly a miracle that the hail mary phone call Vernon forced him into worked and you’d agreed to meet him today. Only, he met Junhui of all people outside, and he introduced himself to you before Jihoon could.

Junhui is such an easily likeable guy, so of course when Jihoon sneaks a glance back at you and his band member, your (cute) angry expression and closed-off stance have already transformed into an hesitant smile and relaxed shoulders.

But even beyond all that— Jihoon’s soulmate has no idea who he is.

He doesn’t mean that in a narcissistic, “greatest living rockstar on the planet” –Kanye West way, but in that, when he met you, saw you, poured coffee on you, he knew. Sure, he had the evidence right there on his hand, but it felt like everything clicked into place at that very moment. He thought maybe the ice cold coffee he’d drenched you in shocked you into not realizing it then, but now?

He’s right in front of you, and you don’t know it. Not really.

You think it’s someone else. One person who’s your ‘stupid soulmate’.

“Well, hello to you too,” comes Myungjun’s response, but he doesn’t get hung up on Jihoon’s attitude — he’s paid to put up with thirteen celebrities. He gets right to it. “I need you to sing.”

“What?”

Myungjun lowers his voice. “There’s a girl here; I don’t know what connections she has but she managed to get someone in the company to let her in because of her mark.”

You laugh, and Jihoon’s eyes are drawn to the sound, and it’s not fair that you look like that when you laugh while Jihoon is trying to be kind of mad at you.

(Also, did you just call Junhui “Huijun”? What’s up with that?)

“Jihoon.”

“Sorry, hyung, sorry— I… am not following. Mark?”

Myungjun sighs. “She’s saying she’s your soulmate, Jihoon.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t go losing your mind,” Myungjun warns. It’s unnecessary, but he doesn’t know that their soulmate is literally standing less than five metres away from Jihoon. “It smells fishy to me, but Yejung is distracting her so we can confirm without revealing the fact that your marks… you know. There’s been no shortage of people claiming to be your soulmate.”

“Really?”

“You’re seriously never online, are you? The amount of pictures I’ve seen… the emails. But this is the first one that’s come right to our door. Must be rich or something.”

Jihoon’s brows furrow. A black cat walks up to his feet, staring up at him with oddly emotive green eyes, but he ignores it. “She’s got a mark like ours?”

“A mark or a tattoo, which is why I shouldn’t be chatting with you right now. Just sing a little diddy or something. Hum a jaunty tune.”

“I…” Jihoon looks at you again, at the way you talk to Junhui, still subtly tugging at your own sleeves to cover your arms. What would happen if he started singing? Surely, you’d notice. The last thing he wants right now is to be the guy who spilled coffee on you and your stupid soulmate. Besides, Junhui seems to be hiding his identity for some reason. “...can’t.”

“Why not?” Myungjun asks. “Are you not in the studio?”

“No. I’m out.”

“Alone?”

“With Jun.”

Something Junhui says makes you laugh again, and he leans closer to you, his eyes alight with… well, light. He’s smiling like an idiot.

Jihoon scowls. How does it come so easy to him?

“It doesn’t matter,” Jihoon spits into the phone. “One of the other dolts is singing right now. Send that girl home.”

For a few seconds, Myungjun says nothing, which is just enough time for Jihoon to realize his mistake.

“Jihoon. How do you know that?”

“Wait, no, hyung—”

Myungjun leaves no room for argument. He’s always been a little too good at reading them. “I won’t tell the higher-ups if you come back right now and tell me and Yejung what’s going on.”

And then he hangs up, because even though Jihoon could have argued, he wouldn’t have won.

Shit.

“I’m serious!” you tell Huijun when he doubts your affinity with the cafe’s grumpy white cat. “There’s no trick to it; Rush Hour 2 just loves me.”

He laughs. “Rush Hour 2?”

“That’s her name!” In your periphery, you see Heejun (who politely backed away when coffee guy walked off for a phone call) roll his eyes behind the counter. “Her full name. I named all the cats here, but Heejun’s too embarrassed to tell anyone, so we shortened them.”

“But Rush Hour 2?”

You shrug. “I’ve never seen the movie, but when she was a kitten, she was zooming all over the place.”

Junhui’s shoulders shake with laughter, and there’s something about his smile. It makes the corners of your own lips turn upwards.

“What about Ti?” he asks. “Is that short for something?”

“TI-83. Like the graphing calculator.”

You’re pretty sure you hear Heejun (wow, this name thing might get confusing) mutter, “Dumb…” but you ignore him completely, just like you do every time he pretends to hate the names you’ve given his cats. “She’s smart, I tell you. Got a calculating look behind her eyes.”

“And Addie?” Huijun prompts, referring to the grey cat currently asleep at the top of his favourite cat tower.

“Adjustable wrench—”

Coffee guy returns with no warning, holding out a small, black piece of rectangular plastic. The look in his eyes seems… outwardly upset. You know you’re not the reason for it, but it still unnerves you for some reason. It’s strange; you have a weird feeling that whatever he’s worried about might just come right back around to you.

“I’m sorry,” he says, waving the card in his hand to encourage you to take it. “We have to go.”

Huijun tilts his head at coffee guy. “Why?”

“I’ll tell you later,” he deflects with a look that says shut up.

You gawk at the card. You fucking knew he believed in banks! But you don’t have time to convey your aha moment. Coffee guy bends forward, takes your hand, and places the card on your open palm.

His hands are cold, which you notice as he uses them to curl your fingers around the card.

“My name is Jihoon,” he says before he lets go. He grabs Huijun’s arm and tugs him to the exit, both of them tilting their heads together to speak privately — though you can tell Huijun is protesting leaving so abruptly. As coffee guy, no, wait, Jihoon opens the door, he turns to you one last time. “You might like Jun… Huijun more, but… remember me too. Don’t let the rest scare you off.”

And then he’s out the door, dragging Huijun past the big glass windows, where the cat-lover waves a cheerful goodbye with both hands.

You just stand there, blank in the head. Did you even notice when your mark slinked back to its origin on the back of your hand? You doubt it.

Heejun walks around the counter to ogle the plastic clutched tight between your fingers.

“Did coffee guy just give you a fucking black card?”

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