when i say i love an idol i don’t mean it in the ‘i want to be with this person’ or ‘i would totally date this person if i could’ way, to me it’s more like saying ‘i respect this person, i really hope this person is happy’
everyone knows mingyu is a beanstalk standing tall at 1.86 m
and you are significantly shorter than him
which he finds vvv cute
likes to pat your head a lot
and back hugs where he rests his chin on your head
at first it’s cute but he does it all the time to the point where you get annoyed
because you’re just a smol trying to gain a little bit of height!! and here he is trying to stunt your growth :(
“gyu sTOP you’re gonna make me even shorter than i am right now”
“what? sorry can’t hear you from up here :-)”
doesn’t want to stop patting your head or resting his chin on your head so he’s always trying to dodge the question with jokes or something
but it’s only because he loves you just the way you are, height and all, and he wants you to love your height too
he doesn’t want you to change but at the same time he also respects that you just want to grow a little itty bit taller
turns into an excited beanstalk when you grow 0.5 cm
if you’re happy, he’s happy too ♡＾▽＾♡
but at the same time he just wants you to know that everyone’s created differently and if everyone were as tall as skyscrapers there would be no such thing as cute height differences :”)
there are also many perks of being small!!
such as adults treating you well cause they think you’re a pure and innocent child
looking especially good in oversized clothes
being able to shop in the kids’ section which isn’t that bad because some of the designs are cute and it’s cheaper too
always the ace of hide and seek
can sleep anywhere
also can walk anywhere without having to be afraid of banging your head into things
and there are so many more!!
and mingyu knows this well
always cheers you up when you’re sad about your height because really, being short isn’t that bad
also i feel that he would want to do that thing where he picks you up and spins you around before bringing you down and dropping a kiss on the top of your head
he probably dreamed about it for days and even planned where and how it would happen
and when the chance rolls around to do it he does but while spinning you he trips and loses his balance
since he’s tall you’re literally plummeting to the floor and it just ends up a mess
flashbacks to that one vlive
he’s clumsy honestly what were you expecting
and of course you tell the other boys about it and he automatically becomes the subject of their ridicule because wow could he be any more smooth
but it’s alright because mingyu’s fallen for you so many times he’s already used to it and you were in his arms so even though he failed his mission he’s not sad about it all
both of you tease each other a lot but make sure that the other is not hurt by it
since it’s between the two of you it’s all in in good fun but when other people poke fun at the height difference mingyu immediately uses what minghao taught him, i.e. sass the person back
because no one can do that to you except him
and for you, the benefits of having a tall bf is quite rewarding too
no need to worry about protection from uv rays on sunny days because he’s your personal shield
no need to worry about getting drenched in the rain because there’s shelter under his jacket
no need to worry about not being able to see anything in front because sitting on his shoulders will solve that
no need to worry about catching his nasty germs because the germs can’t reach you down there
you only need to worry about two things: when he sneezes into his hand then decides to pat your head
you know how jun feels
and reaching stuff because he’s a little shit who refuses to help when you want that book on the highest shelf or a cookie from the jar which is mysteriously in the cupboards that are out of reach
just stands there cackling at your misery
makes you do stuff for him so that he will do stuff for you
but he knows when to stop before you get pissed off
because most tall people are just gentle giants with a big heart
and mingyu is definitely one of them, albeit rather clumsy and at times unsanitary
a/n: to all tiny carats!! love yourself and your height cause u cute okay (´・ω・`)
and tall carats and average-height carats too! i hope you know you’re beautiful ♡
this wasn’t originally planned for vernon’s birthday it was just sitting around in my drafts but since it was feb 18 yesterday ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
her tolerance was really low.
a few drinks, whatever it was that her friend gave her, and that was all it took.
vernon rested his chin in his palm. it was so different, so so different of her. a small smile ghosted his lips as he remembered his first drink.
ah, it was good.
he played with his sweater paws and looked to his right. seungkwan’s breath tickled his cheek, head resting on his shoulder as he lay peacefully. vernon smiled, almost fondly. the blonde boy had had one too many to drink.
truthfully speaking, all vernon had come to do tonight was drink water, play games on his phone and convert oxygen into carbon dioxide. oh, and to supervise seungkwan, who was known for his rather, well, wild antics when drunk.
today, it seemed calm.
so, he turned back to her.
her being here tonight was a stroke of luck. he’d heard through the grapevine that she hadn’t intended to come. he was thankful she had come, though—she was way more interesting than crossy road or scrolling through twitter.
she turned to her friend. i’m going outside, he read. pushing herself up, she staggered to the door and carelessly slipped her feet into her shoes.
wait.
was she going to the backyard?
wasn’t there a pool in the backyard?
his eyes widened with alarm as the memory came flooding back. abruptly, he stood up, oblivious to the way seungkwan’s head dropped and flopped onto the sofa seat.
a puff of air escaped his lips. “i should follow her,” he mumbled, and then cringed. “ew no, not in a stalker kind of way, i just—oh man, i just really hope what happened last year doesn’t happen again.”
”vernon.”
nothing.
”vernonnn.”
still nothing.
“vernon!”
silence. absolutely no response whatsoever.
“vernonieeeeeeeee!”
the boy in question groaned and smushed his head into a pillow. he really did not feel like doing anything right now. why had he agree to come? he was an under-aged child; he could’ve stayed with chan, and they could’ve been at the arcade and he could’ve been having fun. now he was just sleepy and itching to go back home.
to his dismay, the high-pitched shrill continued, followed by a weak slap on his head.
“let’s go outsideeeeee,” seungkwan trilled as he continued his relentless assault.
vernon sometimes wondered: why didn’t the words ‘stop’ and ‘shut up’ exist in seungkwan’s vocabulary?
in the end, he begrudgingly assented. the jeju boy shot up from his seat, his earlier lethargy gone. eyes as bright as stars, he (surprisingly) pulled the grumpy 18-year-old off the couch and dragged him to the door.
outside, the hyungs were gathered around a table. amused, they watched as a hyper seungkwan skipped out the back door towards the pool with a grumpy vernon in tow.
“well, someone’s enjoying their first drink,” jeonghan remarked.
soonyoung laughed in agreement. “seungkwan suits this kind of stuff.”
the only one who didn’t share the joy was joshua. “guys? don’t you think we should watch out for them? they are young and something might go wrong.”
however, his soft voice was drowned out by boisterous chatter and laughter of the other boys. joshua sighed as he wrung his hands together. “i have a really bad feeling about this…”
needless to say, joshua was right.
seungkwan had been running laps around the perimeter of the backyard when he suddenly decided that vernon, who hadn’t moved from his original position beside the pool, was an object of interest, and that the best way to get to him was to run across the pool.
he didn’t get very far.
long story short, the hyungs had to fish him out of the pool and give him mouth-to-mouth. that responsibility fell on seungcheol as the oldest hyung, who did not exactly enjoy the experience.
“i wanted my first kiss to be romantic! with the person i love! not like this!” seungcheol cried in anguish.
“hyung, don’t you love me?”
it was safe to say that vernon was scarred, traumatised even, by the incident. for the following 7 months or so, he couldn’t see seungcheol in the same light as he did before.
i’ll just go and make sure nothing happens, he told himself. i’m doing a good deed. yeah. i’m doing the right thing.
but if something were to happen, then she would be his first kiss, wouldn’t she? and vernon knew he wouldn’t mind that.
the angel on his shoulder disagreed. how can you leave seungkwan here? alone? you’re supposed to make sure he doesn’t do anything crazy!
his lip got caught between his teeth as he realised his dilemma. that’s true as well…
after giving it a bit of thought and giving the sleeping boy a few slaps, vernon decided that it would be alright.
he found her sitting on the steps, arms propped onto her knees and chin resting in her palm. exhaling breathily, he uncrossed his fingers as a wave of relief washed over him. at least she wasn’t running around squawking like a headless chicken.
she looks so nice, he smiled to himself. so ethereal, like a mermaid. or an angel. yeah, an angel. she looks different from jeonghan-hyung though…
“hey, vernon right?”
“hmm?” she’s looking at me! and talking to me! omg omg stay cool vernon stay cool!
“yeah, that’s me. how’d you know?”
a smile graced her features, and oh how vernon wished that he could be the reason why the corners of her pretty lips turned up.
“chan talks about you sometimes.”
“oh, uh, same.”
she looked up at him, confused. “come again?”
profanities swam through his head as he realised how badly he screwed up. “same”? that was the dumbest thing he could’ve ever said! sucking in a breath, vernon hurriedly made the attempt to salvage his image.
“i-i mean, chan talks about you too, so like ‘same’. and so i kinda know you. like, chan’s a mutual friend.” laughing nervously, he carded a hand through his hair. did his brain have to shut down every time he conversed with someone attractive?
humming in agreement, she patted the spot next to her. bravely, he took the two steps down and settled beside her.
boy, she was so much prettier up close.
millions of thoughts raced through his mind as he tried (really hard) not to stare. should he start a conversation? would that seem too forward? what if she thought he did that to every girl he met? or should he just keep quiet?
but the atmosphere was so awkward with neither of knowing what to say or do. maybe he should just say something…
then he had an epiphany.
wasn’t she drunk?
huh. she’s surprisingly calm.
“what do you mean?”
shit. shitshitshitshitshit. did i just say that out loud?
“umm, i mean, aren’t you, y'know, drunk? i saw you inside and you looked pretty… drunk. but uh, now you seem quite sober?”
in response she laughed, an absolutely adorable laugh that reminded him of fairies from childhood tales sprinkling fairy dust on flowers. and right there and then, vernon decided that hotling bling wasn’t his favourite song anymore.
i could listen to her laugh forever.
“yeah, about that.” her words brought him back to reality from his lovesick trance. with a nonchalant shrug, she continued, “i was just, uh, faking. my friends were trying to get me to drink more but alcohol really isn’t my thing.”
vernon felt his heart jump. he didn’t particularly enjoy alcohol either. and it meant something considering how nearly everyone around him loved to drink.
maybe this is fate. i gotta find some more things i have in common with her!
“sa–i mean, me too. i don’t drink a lot. not that i hate drinking, i actually don’t mind it! just once in a while, y'know, to de-stress and stuff. not every friday at a social gathering. it’s a bit too much for me. most of the time i end up vomiting all over the bathroom—”
oh no. i’m rambling again.
vernon stopped abruptly and resisted the urge to slap himself. curse that wretched rambling habit of his! did he bore her? had he said too much? she wouldn’t think he was weird right?
ohmygosh you can’t just stop in the middle of a sentence! say something you nuthead!
awkwardly, he cleared his throat and sputtered out an apology. “sorry, i was rambling.”
to his relief, she smiled. a real, sincere, genuine smile. the thought that she smiled because of what he said made his heart blossom and his cheeks pink.
“no, it’s alright. i ramble sometimes too. i suppose it’s the excitement of finding someone who understands.” toying with the ends of her hair, she stared wistfully into the sky. “nowadays everyone just thinks i’m weird or weak or whatever. it gets annoying sometimes.”
“yeah. i know how that feels.”
they sat in comfortable silence, looking out to the stars. the minute hand on his watch ticked closer to 12. it was supposed to be a pleasant night, but with the loud party music booming in the background, it wasn’t exactly all peace and quiet.
both of them could feel it, too. tonight was the kind of night where you could stay up with your best friend and talk about anyone and anything. the kind of night where couples would go on late night drives to the beach to stargaze. the kind of night where the bed was extra fluffy, the soft toys on your bed were extra cuddly, the temperature was just right and perfect to dream in.
it was the kind of night where people could fall in love.
and so vernon summed up his courage for the second time that night.
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