repost from chwerio / being lazy with husband jeonghan
"we should really put those away soon," you look down at jeonghan, his cheek pressed to your chest. one arm is slung over your waist, his fingers holding on to the hem of your shirt. "i don’t think seungkwan liked how we still had it up for his party."
that makes him stir on top of you, his groggy face turning to yours in annoyance at the memory of when seungkwan had called you both lazy hosts. "what, the christmas lights?"
"yes, the christmas lights, hannie," you say, stroking his hair. you shift upwards on the couch, jeonghan’s body still laying limp on you. "oh, and the tree as well…"
"mhm, you know he just complains about everything," he murmurs, cuddling his face into the fabric of your shirt. "and we can just call cheol to put the tree away."
you snort at that, fingers now tracing his spine. "we should at least take off the ornaments then," you say, lightly poking his side. "come on, if we don't do it now, we'll just forget again."
when you try to move, jeonghan responds by tightening his hold around you. he hooks his leg over yours as his head slides higher on your chest. "no."
"jeonghan."
his hair tickles your chin as he shakes his head. "yyy/n-ie, 'm tired," he whines.
"that's not cute," you say, even as you continue to trace lines on his hair. jeonghan exhales, mumbling something you don't hear. he just adjusts again to make himself heavier, settling his weight more firmly onto you. "thirty minutes and then i'm getting up, okay?"
"fine, leave me then," he says, letting out a quiet huff.
"you and your victim mindset," you quickly peck the crown of his head, craddling him like a baby. before you could speak again, you hear his breathing even out. "so dramatic..."
repost from chwerio / sleepy and clingy jeonghan...
jeonghan doesn't think twice before flopping onto the mattress next to your still body. despite your protests that 'outside clothes don't belong on the bed,' he's already had a long day and wants nothing more than to doze off by your side.
and of course, his arrival wasn't all that quiet; he just had to let you know he was home somehow.
"go change, honey," you grumble into the pillow.
his head pokes up to your side in surprise, like a child caught doing something they shouldn't. he only hums, though, sounding more like a whine as he slips under the blanket. "five minutes."
"you say that every day," you remind him, eyes still closed.
"and I eventually do," he defends himself, nudging your hip with his knee.
that makes you open your eyes, squinting at jeonghan. "yeah, after you fall asleep for like an hour."
"can't blame a man for wanting to sleep by his wife for a bit," he says, shifting closer until his nose touches your shoulder. "but you gotta give me credit, i still change, don't i?"
you roll your eyes, "only because i change you."
"that sounds like teamwork to me," he cutely concludes, shifting closer to you. before you know it, he's pulling your body into his, putting his arms around you. and you let him, because deep down, there's a sense of pride in you that you're the first thing jeonghan wants to be with after he's done work. "you're warm."
"hm," you respond, putting your hands on his cheeks, your warmth heating his face, "you're cold."
his lids are already fighting to stay open, his breaths slower. there he was, jeonghan in the flesh, trying to pretend he's still awake.
"you're going to black out," you whisper, squishing his face together.
"not yet," he says, voice muffled against your palms. "just wanna feel you first."
when you feel his face become limp and his legs loosely tangled with yours, you realize he's done for the day.
"jeonghan," you warn him quietly, "if you fall asleep--"
"i'll change later," he interrupts, halfway gone. "promise."
"you always say that."
"and i always do," he repeats, his words slurring. "eventually."
you sigh, but there’s no urgency behind it. not when you're holding each other like this. not when the first thing he does after work is bury himself into you like you’re the only place he knows.
your hand reaches the back of his head to comb through his hair, patting it gently. he reacts just at the touch of yours, pulling you closer until your chests press firmly against each other.
"love you, though," he murmurs, to which you only stare at him lovingly, as annoying as he can be.
content - drabble, fluff, established relationship, vernon is very loving here! (possibly a teensie bit ooc), reader has a little anxiety in crowded places, slightly suggestive (kissing, allusions to sex [barely])
word count - 1.2k
summary - three ways in which vernon uses the belt loops of your jeans not for its intended purpose.
a/n - hello… im just gonna repost all my works… slowly
WHEN YOU'RE DEFIANT, it's usually out of pettiness. Though you aren't directly opposed to it, there's lingering annoyance in your demenor. Vernon knows that when your chin turns away from him, it's a disapproval of your loss in rock-paper-scissors. Well, losers weepers.
"So, I guess it's pasta tonight," he says, following behind you. You can hear the cheekiness in his voice, that of a winner's tone.
You slow down your strides on the sidewalk, making room for him to walk beside you. "Guess so."
He's trying. He's really trying to resist the smile that creeps up on his face, but right now, you need coddling because you just lost a pizza night again.
At the crosswalk, Vernon notices the distance between you guys. He notices the stubbornness in your stance, the way your arms are crossed, and your pursed lips. For a second, he actually thinks you're upset, but he knows you well enough that you'd speak up if you had concerns.
"Why do you propose a game of rock-paper-scissors when you never win?" He asks. "You know, we could just get pizza--"
"That'd be cheating!" You exclaim. "And since you won fair and square, we should make… pasta."
Vernon only smirks, nodding to your words. "Right. It would be unfair since I won--even if I was offering to have your choice tonight."
"Exactly." You murmur, watching the crosswalk's signal.
He rolls his eyes, adjusting his leather jacket. Your eyes remain set on the light, avoiding his gaze.
When the signal changes, you’re just about to step forward before Vernon gently tugs at your waist, fingers hooking into your belt loop, making you catch your breath. He casually pulls you closer, then unhooks his fingers and throws his arm over your shoulders.
“You’re a sore loser,” he mutters closely, just loud enough for you to hear.
Your pace falters and becomes one with his, and despite his playful insult, you let one arm wrap behind his back. You exhale through your nose--half laugh and sigh. “Is that offer for my choice still available?”
Vernon clicks his tongue in disbelief, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m not too sure about that. You already turned it down and made a very good point on how that would be cheating.”
You glance up to be met with his dorky grin. “Yeah, you’re right. Pasta it is then…”
He tugs you closer, quickly pressing a kiss on the side of your head. “We’ll save pizza for next time, definitely. No games, alright?”
"Fine, no games." You giggle.
WHEN IT'S CROWDED, it's a mutual agreement that losing each other is the last thing you need happening. Whether it's a concert, downtown, or heck, even a rave, you both agree that you must stick together.
In the sea of bodies, Vernon navigates you to the nearest wall at some house party Mingyu invited you both to. The bass is not favourable. The songs pounding through the speakers are so loud that you don't even hear what reassuring comment Vernon makes every time he looks back at you.
You lip-read, I dislocated my shoulder, and you know that's not what he's really saying--it's the music's fault, you think to yourself. All you can do is nod awkwardly as he leads you in further.
It feels endless, the shoulder bumping and the occasional running into. Until it actually hits you, well, a body that is. You're inadvertently shoved back by a stranger who profusely apologizes once you catch your balance.
"No, no, it's okay, really!" You assure them. Except, it really wasn't okay. You've lost Vernon.
You don't remember feeling this nervous in a place like this. The bodies around you move like waves, not giving you a chance to look over them. And sure, you have been to parties like this before, but maybe you forgot what those are like without Vernon.
Let's find the nearest wall, was what he said before you entered the house. It plays over and over in your head until you feel something pull at your waist.
When you look to your side, Vernon's fingers hook into your belt loop, pulling you flush to his side. He slips his fingers out and places a hand on your lower back, ushering you to a more secluded area.
He lowers his head right by your ear, quietly whispering, "Are you okay?"
"Y-yeah, I'm okay," you whisper back. "Thanks, though. I was actually a bit freaked out when I couldn't see you anymore. It's crazy in there, I don't know where Mingyu would even enjoy himself."
"Beats me," he chuckles. "There's for sure way too many people in this house. No way that's allowed, right?"
You hum, the weight on you feeling a lot less now.
Vernon takes your hand into his, raising it up to his lips to lightly peck. "Let's just hold hands for the night so we don't lose each other again, okay?"
Gosh, if your heart could not feel even warmer than it already was, Vernon was there to prove you wrong.
WHEN HE NEEDS YOU, he'll never outwardly say it. It's not that he can't verbally express himself; it's just that this is a different feeling. Instead, he'll show you, or there will be signs that your boyfriend is craving your touch.
Whatever mundane chore you're doing right now, he's watching. Not watching how you handle the mugs--he's watching you.
As he shyly approaches the counter, he places his phone on the marble with a light thud to make his presence known, just so he doesn't startle you.
"Hey, Nonie," you chirp, placing the mug back down. Your attention averts to him, who is stalking closer until he stands on the opposite side of you.
"Hey," he quietly says, resting his lower back against the counter, "need help?"
You sigh, turning your back to continue sorting the cups. "No, I'm just about done now. Sleep well?"
"Mhm… yeah," Vernon mumbles, voice low. He shifts his body lazily against the counter, his hands acting as anchors on its edges. "Was kind of cold, though, y’know, since you woke up early ‘n left me." he adds, hoping you'd pick up on what he really means.
And here you are grinning to yourself because you know exactly what he wants--no, needs.
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that…" You say, giving him faux sympathy.
Vernon doesn't immediately respond, only letting out a scoff jokingly. He notices that you're not out of arm's reach, so with his hand raised, he sneaks his fingers into your belt loop, tugging you back lightly.
You're glad you aren't holding any glass cups because you barely manage to ground it on the counter before your back meets with his chest.
His head dips to your neck, lips brushing your skin, and he finally mutters, "You can make it up to me."
When he removes his fingers from your belt loop, you feel his hands grip each side of your waist, gently spinning you around so that you're facing him.
"That bad, huh?" You laugh, throwing your arms over his shoulders. "Since you're so cute, I might as well…"
Vernon flashes you his wide smile, hugging you closer. His head leans towards yours, capturing your lips with his. As his kiss deepens, it's a bit lazy but with intent, the kind that expresses himself without needing to say it out loud. Boy, is he glad to have you.
repost from chwerio / bf vernon who lets his partner do whatever they want :D
vernon doesn't say anything. not when you stick holographic tabby cats on the side of his headphones. in fact, he doesn't even move a muscle from where he's sitting, as if he were paying you no mind at all.
he isn't oblivious to your chest leaning into his side or how your chin rests on his shoulder out of boredom. to him, it had always been your way of letting him know that you needed some sort of attention.
only this time, while he was mindlessly scrolling through his phone, you had other ideas in mind.
in his peripheral vision, he notices the excessive amount of times you raise your hand to the side of his head, suspiciously pressing something small onto the black surface of his headphones.
at first, he assumes you were fidgeting or brushing off fluff from his hair. but after a few minutes, he takes his eyes off his phone screen and turns his head to you, catching a glint of something shimmering between your fingers.
he tilts his headphone off one ear and glances at the abnormal number of sticker sheets on your lap. "cats?" he asks flatly.
"tabby cats," you added, using your empty hand to guide his chin back to its original position. you place the sticker next to the other cats. "with holo finish. very shiny."
vernon puts his phone down to remove his headphones fully, only to be met with half its surface decorated with cat chaos. he has to give you credit, though, for how lovingly you arranged them: sleepy cats, angry cats, rainbow cats, and... a banana cat?
you nuzzle your cheek further into his shoulder and mumble, "you don't like?"
his eyes quickly meet with yours, which stare right at him. "no, i do. i do like them. a lot," he says, pointing at one with his thumb, nodding, "i like this one in particular. rainbow cat."
you hum in response, going quiet once he puts his headphones back on. your fingers rest on his arm while he resumes scrolling--but he's not really thinking about his phone anymore.
"you can put more on if you want," he murmurs.
you look up at him. "you want more?"
he taps the surface of the opposite ear, grinning. "well, i can't have one side untouched."
without a second thought, you grab your sheets and smile wildly, crawling over his lap to snuggle in on his other side. he barely reacts to the sudden shift onto him--just adjusts to make room for you.
"i'm going to make you very, very, shiny, babe..." you say in a hushed tone, already peeling off stickers, earning a snicker from him.
repost from chwerio / vernon surprising you on your birthday !!
vernon can't cook. he burns toast. he forgets to flip the omelets. and he boils noodles until the heat detector rings in your shared apartment. oh, and he definitely can't bake, either.
that's why the smell of something burnt hits you once you unlock the door. you find him with his back turned to you, hunched over the table, seemingly being careful about what's placed in front of him. while you quietly enter, you hear him scoff at something as he turns around, only to be wide-eyed by your presence. "oh--you--you're early," he blurts.
you peer behind him, dropping your bag on the floor. "you made... cake?" you say, referring to the dark brown blob splattered on a plate, though it's worth the thought (decorated with coloured sprinkles), but only six candles?
vernon answers before you could question more, "we ran out of candles--or, i ran out." he fiddles with the empty container before quickly setting it down to pick up the plate, clearing his throat. "happy... um… sixth birthday."
"vernon..."
"shh, i know, i know,” he sets it on the counter closest to you, reaching to grab the lighter from the table. as he clicks it with one hand, his other lightly pulls your arm, ushering you to stand in front. "i know it looks bad--"
"no!" you gasp, almost teary eyed. "i… i love it. it’s… it’s just so sweet. yeah, very sweet of you..."
"yeah?" he huffs, though more like a laugh as watches your reaction, rubbing your shoulders. "then you should probably make your wish now."
you nod with trembling lips, staring at the six candles knowing that you’re going to wish for the next sixty birthdays of his dark brown blob cakes.
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