⭐ ——— in which a night walk with your best friend goes wrong in all the right ways.
[ contents! ] fluff, best friends to lovers, confession, (seemingly) nonchalant vernon x shy reader, skinship, kissing, vernon gets jealous!!, pet names: vern (vernon's)
[ from lyric! ] in a bit of a burnout period rn so here's a little fic i tried to write for you guys!!! psa: if you have any suggestions for my 1k special (WOW that number is still crazy to see 😭) please let me know! anyways song for this fic is wait a minute by willow!
( little side note: kstrucknet has officially been closed! i've had such an awesome time writing for that network and have met some awesome people on there so, thank you soph (@loserlvrss) for making it happen <3 from now on, i will only be writing for krecords. thank you! )
[ extra notes! ] for @k-records. word count is 962.
vernon and you don't speak for most of the walk.
it's not like you guys don't have anything to talk about, you just...don't feel the need to speak. the two of you stroll through downtown korea, night sky and distant sounds of the city your only companion as you stroll through the backroads.
vernon walks close to you, not invading your space, but close enough to where you can feel his presence. he's clad in his black leather jacket and matching beanie, the outfit that you tease him about making him look like a "clueless robber" of sorts. he has a calm, quiet expression on his face, seemingly glued to the scenery that passes by you two as you walk.
neither of you have to say anything as you walk, but you do anyway, gently yet playfully nudging him in the arm as you look up in the night sky. "look at how clear it is. you can see some of the stars if you squint hard enough."
vernon hums in acknowledgement, head turning to the sky in response. his sharp jawline seems to cut against the harshness of his leather jacket, and he smiles slightly, nodding. "it's awesome, seeing all the stars out there. there's like...millions of those things."
you chuckle, nodding as you glance at your best friend of two years. vernon stares back, eyebrows raised slightly as he tilts his head. "what?"
"nothing," you answer back softly, attention returning to the path ahead of you. "just looking at you."
"right..." vernon trails off, and the two of you lapse back into a comfortable silence. the cool night breeze is a welcome feeling, and vernon isn't subtle in the way he inhales and exhales the fresh air.
"he texted me again last night," you blurt out, and vernon's attention is suddenly drawn to your words, eyebrows furrowing as he nods. vernon knows it's a friend of yours from middle school whose relationship you and him were trying to rekindle. "he did?" it sounds less of an acknowledgement and more of a question.
"yeah! he's usually the one starting conversations, which makes talking to him better for me." you laugh nervously, and you swear you see a muscle in vernon's cheek twitch.
he's looking at you with sharpness to his eyes, and you giggle, slightly confused. "what, vern?"
vernon softens slightly at the nickname, not allowing his mask to slip any further before he speaks again. "nothing. i just...i just think it's really weird that he's trying to get close to you all of a sudden. it's as if he's trying to take my place or something."
you laugh aloud at that statement, but vernon does not return the favor. in fact, he's nearly glaring at you now. "w-what?"
"you're not jealous, are you?" you pause, heart starting to speed up in your chest. you've stopped a few feet behind vernon now, turned to face him as your voice shakes with the repeated question. "you're not jealous of him...right?"
"no, i'm just saying—" vernon pauses, brown eyes so intense you think you might melt. his fair skin starts to heat with blush, and he glances at the concrete before gaining his strength to speak again.
"i'm just saying that i don't like he's trying to slide into my place, that's all." vernon eases blandly, and you raise an eyebrow, stepping closer to him for a reason you can't truly explain without sounding crazy.
"your place as..." you trail off, and vernon closes the gap between you quickly, hands going to a place they never have before—your waist. it shocks you in the best way possible, and your cheeks flush in surprise as he answers.
"the one who likes you a little too much to call you just a friend."
vernon's eerily silent after the confession, dark eyes holding your gaze with such an intensity it startles you. then, before you know it, vernon's palm is pressed against your cheek, cupping your face as he pulls you even closer to him.
"may i?" his voice is so soft you don't even think twice about it, nodding frantically before your brain can even attempt to get the words out.
the kiss itself is slow, as if vernon's trying to freeze this moment in time. he's careful yet practiced in the way he kisses you, lips sweet with a lip balm flavor you can't name. once he pulls away, you stumble a little bit, causing vernon's thin lips to crack into a small smile.
"did i do alright?" he asks innocently, as if the man didn't just rock your whole world. you nod, sheepishly grinning as your hands slightly shake from the adrenaline rush vernon's confession just gave.
"you did more than alright, vern." you use the nickname, if only to slow down your racing heart and bring back familiarity between you and vernon.
it does its job for a few seconds before vernon swallows nervously, jaw ticking with the movement before he speaks.
"so...where do you want to go from here?"
you don't take long to answer the question, and the two of you are walking hand in hand seconds later. you've walked with vernon before, sure, but this time feels different. his touch is firmer than you think it's ever been, and his eyes glaze over you with more intention than before.
vernon's presence holds a different weight now, too. it went from a normal night walk with a close friend, to the night that relationship grew into something a little bigger.
vernon and you don't speak for the rest of the walk, but you feel too good to even want to say a word. and vernon? well, vernon feels just as good as you do.
Postcard for a June 21, 1993 show at Under Acme in NYC, featuring Slant 6 and Tiger Trap, co-promoted by the K Records and Dark Beloved Cloud labels.
One of my favorite NYC venues in the early 90s was Under Acme. Like a number of rock clubs at that time (Fez, The Spiral), it was located underground, down a short flight of stairs in the Village. Gail from Chickfactor booked a number of memorable events there. And this night featured an equally notable bill, put together by K Records and my friend Douglas’s label, Dark Beloved Cloud.
Slant 6 may have yet to release their debut single, but they merited top billing on the strength of singer-guitarist Christina Billotte’s pedigree as one half (along with Mary Timony) of the duo that had powered Autoclave.
But the breakout stars of the night were Tiger Trap, indeed “fierce and thoughtful, loud and tuneful.” I’d caught them a couple of nights before at their gig with Lois and Honeybunch at Maxwell’s, in Hoboken, so I did know what to expect. I was once again knocked off my feet by their tunefully aggressive pop explosion.
After that Under Acme show, my friend Mike Appelstein had arranged an interview with Jen and Angela from Tiger Trap. I brought along my trusty tape recorder and asked some questions along with Mike and my friend Chin-a. And that interview ended up in Caught In Flux issue #2.
Back Cover Issue 7 / Available at draw-down.myshopify.com / Six #French designers have been invited to choose and present the work of another French designer, or an object of their choice. Included are features and profiles of #MMParis #BenoîtBonnemaison-Fitte #slanted.cc #MatthieuCortat and #ClaudeClosky / Gilles Rouffineau writes about “Reading Barthes (typo)graphically” by taking a specific look at Barthes's text “The Death of the Author.” Étienne Greib examines the record sleeve design of Olympia, Washington's #KRecords over the last thirty years. An interview with the art director and designer Yorgo Tloupas highlights his many media collaborations related to board sports and art. Helmut Völter examines the photographs of Mount Fuji by Masanao Abe, a Japanese physicist. Jean-Marie Courant presents the first part of a history of the French journal, and later, publishing house, Macula, and Tony Côme writes about #OtlAicher. / Designed by #deValence / In French & English #graphicdesign #typography #BackCover #magazine
Slowpace TMD freestyle over a beat I made live @ our show Saturday in Albany. Great night - We opened for Calvin Johnson/Selector Dub Narcotic (K Records), there was a fire next door, a super drunk dude in the audience, and some cool music. Big thanks to everyone involved ! @superdarkcollective @happypollenmusic #happypollenmusic #krecords #calvinjohnson#albany #superdarkcollective #hiphop #realhiphop #undergroundmusic #undergroundhiphop #selectordubnarcotic #classichiphop #rap #indiemusic #hiphophead #hiphopculture #concert #rapper #experimentalmusic #hiphopmusic #rapmusic #hiphopheads #hiphoplife #alternativemusic #hiphopislife #ilovehiphop #freestyle #freestylerap #livemusic #hiphopshow #livefreestyle (at Suffolk County, New York)
comforting your husband after a new haircut turns into a soft sweet moment neither of you will ever forget.
[ warnings \ tropes ] established relationship, boyfriend seokmin, soft clingy seokmin x dominant reader, mentions of anxiety (specifically about seokmin's new look), kissing, skinship!!, pet names: love (reader's), seok (seokmin's)
[ saint's voice note ! ] tumblr pissed me off w the shenanigan they pulled last night for my original lyrnon-requested seokmin fic so...here we are with a placeholder until i feel like rewriting the request again 😐 also concept pics for serenade have me acting a FOOL...seokmin looks like he belongs in the 80's and i LOVE it. anyways enjoy <3
[ saint's now playing... ] attracted to you -> pinkpantheress
[ wc / writing for ] 460 / @kstrucknet @k-records
seokmin had been different ever since he got home from his hair appointment.
he had surprised you with a new color and more curl to it, and it fell around his face in such a way that reframed it in a new light. with the glasses he had recently purchased, he looked like a completely different man—a man you couldn't believe was your boyfriend.
he didn't seem too happy though.
every time you complimented him, seokmin would half-heartedly reply, mind somewhere else entirely as you watched him silently move on. he wasn't happy with something, and you could tell it in the way he silently stared into the mirror ahead of him.
"what's wrong?" you're crashing onto your bed the moment seokmin threatens to stand up and leave the room, efficiently cornering him in your shared bedroom.
seokmin freezes in place, finally letting out a breath he had probably been holding in for hours before stripping himself of his dark frames. "i don't like it, love."
"like what?" you question, standing up from your position on the bed and walking to meet seokmin at your vanity. he's staring at himself in the mirror all forlorn, as if the person staring back is a stranger to him. "what are you talking about, seok?"
"my hair, love. i feel like...i feel like it looks stupid." he mumbles, cheeks heating up as he tugs at one of the strands of bang dusting the top of his forehead.
he frowns at it, dark eyes saddening at the look. "the curls just aren't fitting me anymore, i think."
you shake your head, gently brushing the bangs from seokmin's eyes as you smile proudly, kissing the top of his head. "i think you look handsome. the curls are new, and i like them."
seokmin sighs, seemingly analyzing himself in the mirror once more before pursing his lips together. "are you just saying that because i'm your boyfriend or..."
"i'm saying that because i honestly think you look amazing. that color fits you, and the style of it brings out who you are as a person. even if you were bald...i'd still love it." you smile cheekily, and seokmin cracks a smile at that statement, tensing a little less as he sighs. "thanks, love."
"of course, seok. i wouldn't lie about your handsomeness," you tease, and seokmin rolls his eyes, lips curving into a smirk as he looks up to you.
his curls are spilled across his forehead in the cutest way possible, and you brush them back, allowing your fingertips to dust over seokmin's forehead before leaning in.
"you're too much." seokmin mumbles, smile only growing when you whisper before finally closing the gap between you two. "only for you i am."
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