vernon/reader | long distance!au | bittersweet, fluff, crack
synopsis: the days over the phone were still filled with laughter between the two of you.
content: kinda angsty actually, a lot of bad jokes and puns, clubbing and alcohol consumption, fluff ending, overwatch game, joy from red velvet
wc: 3k
note: thank you for 100 followers!! i can’t believe it, reading my own fics is so cringe for me and i can’t comprehend how 100 people liked my work enough to follow me. thank you and i will continue to work hard and improve.
Day 1
“Hey..” Vernon murmured.
“Yeah, Vern?” you whispered back.
“The phone hurts against my cheek, baby. What do I do.”
You snorted against the pillow, tilting the bright screen towards you, illuminating your exhausted face. “Maybe we should just hang up now. You’ve got a busy schedule tomorrow anyway..”
Through the horrible lighting and quality of the video call, you could still make out Vernon shaking his head, mumbling out, “I can’t. I can’t sleep without you here.”
You smiled tiredly, feeling a prick of heartbreak at the lengths the two of you would go just to see each other. “I know babe, but you’re going to have to manage, okay? You need to sleep now, I’m hanging up now Vernon, goodnight.”
Once you heard a muffled, “Goodnight” come from his side as well, you promptly pressed the red button, and set your phone down on the dresser beside you.
Sighing, you rolled over onto your back, arms and legs splayed out across the entire expanse of the bed with a thin blanket covering your body.
The bed felt so much larger without Vernon sleeping beside you.
Day 2
“It’s raining a lot over here,” you remarked one day, watching the water droplets stream down the glass window of your dorm room.
“Yeah, it’s like...really wet.”
“How would you know? You’re not standing outside are you?”
Vernon hummed, “It’s wet inside my brain. With all my brain juices, you know?”
By the end of his sentence, you were already reeling over in laughter, clutching your stomach as rolls of laughter came out of your mouth.
“Oh my gosh, Vern, you are so lame,” you said in between bouts of laughter. “What the heck are ‘brain juices?’” You finally caught your breath after tears starting pricking at the edges of your eyes, sucking in deep gulps of air to even out your breathing. You could hear hoarse laughter from his side as well.
“I’m glad I could make you laugh.”
You smiled at Vernon, throwing the bed covers over you as you got comfortable. You stretched out your legs, settling into your plush pillows even more.
“You always make me laugh,” you whispered.
Day 3
Vernon was busy on this day, so the two of you didn’t have a chance to call. Instead, you texted him, “Good luck on your performance!” and watched the live stream by yourself on the couch with proud tears prickling at your eyes.
Day 4
Vernon had just finished up his first performance, so you decided to go out with some friends in the evening instead of calling him. You figured he was probably exhausted and needed some of that well-deserved sleep.
You dressed up for the first time in months and went out into a club. Checking your reflection in the mirror, you twirled a bit in your outfit, feeling dolled up and confident.
Would Vernon like this? You automatically thought, turning your body sideways to look at your exposed back.
Smiling at the thought of your dorky boyfriend, you nodded confidently, grabbing your things to head out of the door.
“Y/N!”
You looked around at the sound of your name, trying to pinpoint the location of your friend.
“Girl, over here!”
You laughed at Joy waving her arms from the bar, taking long strides toward her.
“Oh, you look so pretty, Y/N,” she commented as you sat down, evoking a soft blush to overcome your face.
“Look in the mirror, Joy,” you laughed.
Joy winked flirtatiously, “I know, I’m absolutely beautiful.”
The two of you sat together for a while, making light-hearted conversation before ordering some drinks. The bartender slid you your shots and you firmly gripped it, staring at the amber liquid.
Joy raised her glass, clinking it with you, before downing it in one shot. You did the same, copying your friend.
“So how’s it going with Vernon?”
You blinked, a little taken aback at the sudden question. “Oh, we’re fine. He just went overseas for a tour actually.”
Joy nodded, “Yeah, Seventeen’s really getting out there, huh. Well, I’m glad that the two of you have communication, y’all are a good couple.”
You nodded shyly, reaching for another drink. “Let’s not talk about boyfriends, and just have a little fun, shall we?”
Joy blinked before heartily agreeing, “Yes ma’am!”
Day 5
“Arghh,” you groaned, smashing your face back into the pillow. You reached blindly for your phone, raising it closer to you due to your blurry vision.
5 missed calls from Vernon
You called him back, flopping back onto the mattress, arms and legs widely spread.
“Y/N?”
“Who else,” you groaned, flipping your body back to your original position again.
Vernon chuckled, “Joy told me that you two went out. If you can’t take your alcohol, you shouldn’t have started drinking anyway.”
You snuggled deeper into your pillow, whining out, “Yes, I can. Plus, we got home alright, so no worries.”
You hear Vernon sigh on the other side of the line, “Nah, you can’t drink.”
“Can too!”
“Then why the hell are you so hungover?” Vernon laughed, teasing you.
You propped yourself up, pointing drunkenly at the phone, “Hansol Vernon Chwe, once you come back to Korea, I’ll show you!”
Vernon roared with boisterous laughter, “A drinking match? You?”
You snorted, snickering as well. “Yes me, dummy, who else would drink with you?”
“Okay, whatever you say. Take care of yourself Y/N, take some painkillers too. I’m going to hang up now.”
You nodded sleepily, “Goodnight, Vernon.”
“Y/N...it’s morning.”
Day 6
Your eyes shot open at the sound of your alarm, body tensing as rigid as a board. Your head throbbed with an incessant headache, but it wasn’t unbearable. You mentally thanked Vernon for reminding you of the painkillers. Reaching over for your phone, you realized that it was the sixth day of tour for Vernon, meaning that there was still a concert going on on the other side of the world.
As you got ready and made breakfast, you scrolled through your social media to find the concert videos, clicking on them to watch your boyfriend perform. Watching the passion and energy in Vernon’s eyes automatically evoked a smile tugging at your lips even in the early morning.
Sending Vernon a, “Good job!” text, you headed out of your apartment for the day.
Day 7
Vernon was too exhausted from the tour to check his phone for your texts.
Day 8
“I can’t believe it’s already been a week,” you whispered.
Vernon nodded, chewing on his takeout, “We’re going back to Asia soon though, and then Korea.”
You smiled bittersweetly, “Only 20 more weeks to go! You got this baby.”
“...”
“Vernon?”
“You searched that up didn’t you?”
Day 13
“I can’t do this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, how can you be so bad at Overwatch. It’s actually insane.”
Vernon made a strangled-type noise over the phone, not bothering to refute your statement.
“You’re hacking,” he irritably retorted after another round, eyebrows scrunching up in frustration.
You laughed, setting the controller aside after the home screen popped back up. Reaching to turn off the monitor, you leaned back into the couch.
Hearing your silence on the other end, Vernon quickly piped up, “That was a joke, Y/N. Don’t take it so seriously.”
You smiled at the blinking phone beside you, retracting your legs onto the couch. You curled up in a ball, head resting on top of your knees.
“I know, Vern. I just miss playing with you.”
“But you are playing with me.”
“You know it’s not the same.”
“Yeah..” Vernon trailed off. “20 more weeks did you say?”
You nodded, humming slightly.
“The last few weeks will be in Korea, so you don’t have to worry, you’ll see me earlier than 20 weeks.”
You didn’t respond, eyes fluttering shut. “Please come back soon, Vernon. I miss you.”
Day 17
“So, how was it?”
You smiled at Vernon’s face through the screen. He looked tired and exhausted, but his signature dimpled smile refused to be overshadowed.
“Amazing. And that’s just the first concert, I can’t wait for the rest.”
You nodded along with him, “I watched the first one actually.”
Vernon grinned wider at you, “How was it? Did I look handsome on camera?”
You giggled, “Nah, sorry but my focus was on Soonyoung.”
He pouted, “Ouch, you can go facetime Soonyoung then.”
You looked down at your fiddling hands, anxiety racking through your body. “You’ll come back right?”
Vernon tilted his head, “What do you mean ‘come back?’ Of course I’m going back to Korea, I live there.”
You nodded, shaking off your shoddy worries, “Yeah, sorry. I’m being stupid.”
Vernon huffed, “Yeah, you are being stupid if you thought that I wasn’t going back to my beautiful, amazing, kickass girlfriend.”
You winked flirtatiously, “Any more?”
“Video game hacker.”
“Oh my gosh, Vernon, I said I wasn’t cheating!”
Day 18
“I just realized that you never said it back the other night.”
“What?”
“What kind of amazing boyfriend I am.”
You snorted, “Okay, whatever helps you sleep at night.”
Vernon rolled onto his back to hold up the phone above his face, “Well, it is night and hearing your voice will help me sleep.”
You winked at Vernon, “Come on, Vern, you already know what I’m going to say.”
Vernon pouted up at you until-
“Oof!”
You burst out in laughter, watching the phone fall onto Vernon’s face and his exclamation of pain afterward. Clutching the side of the table, you covered your face with your hand, trying to hide the laughs wracking your body. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the phone stabilize in Vernon’s hands
“Shut up, Y/N. I’m in pain!”
You doubled over, holding the phone closer to you so Vernon could see you laughing in his face.
“Shaking my head, Y/N, honestly.”
You held out a hand in front of you as a pause button, then slowly tried to even out your breathing.
“Okay I swear- I swear I’m okay now. I’m okay.”
“Whatever,” huffed Vernon, “Well, my face isn’t okay.”
Day 24
“It’s your 3-week old grave,” you said sorrowfully, wiping at your eyes. “It’s such a tragedy, seriously. We miss you lots and hope you are having a blessed life in the unknown.” Tissues littered your blankets and you were dressed in your comfiest pajamas. “I won’t ever forget you, I promise.”
“... Y/N did you actually throw me a funeral made of my Guardians of the Galaxy movies?”
You giggled, breaking out of character, “I’m bored and I didn’t lie, I do miss you.”
Vernon sighed, running a hand through his sandy-blonde locks. You could see the shadows of a lamp casted onto his face and the eye bags present under his eyes. He seemed to lose his train of thought for a moment, staring at something beyond the phone.
“Yoohoo? I know I’m very romantic with my words but you don’t have to be so starstruck.”
In a second his eyes were back onto the screen, a lazy grin spreading across his face. Vernon yawned and leaned back on the headboard.
“Of course I’m starstruck. My beautiful girlfriend said she misses me. How could I not be?”
“...”
He cheekily smiled, “Get roasted, I love you too.”
“Vernon, what the hell? That’s not even the right- You know what? No you.”
Day 56
“Do you miss me?” you murmured, “We’re not even halfway through and I’m already tired.”
“I can’t tell if you’re talking about studying for exams or tour.”
You groaned, lightly slamming your face into your open textbook. “Maybe I’m talking about both, I’m very good at multitasking, you know.”
Vernon chuckled, “Is that why you called me at,” he checked his phone, “1:00 in the morning?”
You huffed, straightening up to look straight into Vernon’s eyes. “Don’t expose me.”
“Bye! Love you and good luck on your exams, don’t stay up too late!”
Day 62
You collapsed onto your bed the minute you arrived back at your university dorm. It had been an exhausting, sleep-deprived week of finals and you had finally been liberated from your responsibilities as a student.
Reaching to grab your phone, you noted that it was only 5:00 in the afternoon, leaving you with a couple hours of spare time before your routine check in with Vernon.
“Well what am I going to do now,” you muttered to yourself.
Checking the time again, you sighed and reluctantly sat up on your bed, checking your roommate’s room first before heading into the kitchen. You sluggishly opened the refrigerator, rifling through the assortment of foods in there before grabbing a yogurt and shutting the refrigerator door.
You changed into a comfortable set of pajamas, sighing in content when you leaned back into the plush pillows on top of your bed.
“Good job on being such a mature and responsible adult,” you congratulated yourself, licking your lips as you tore off the plastic sealing of the yogurt. You opened your computer and settled on a classic Marvel movie. Too bad Vern’s not here, you thought, a twinge of sadness striking your stomach.
In the midst of binging the series, your phone started ringing, causing you to pause your movie and reach over to grab it.
“Y/N?”
“You interrupted me and my love, what do you want?”
Vernon paused, confusion wracking his head. “Your what now?”
“And we were just getting to the good part!”
Vernon was speechless from shock for a second before regaining his senses. “Oh? Tell me more.”
You sighed dramatically, “Me and my baes were just chilling before you rudely interrupted us!”
Vernon snorted, “Y/N, first off, I can see the Netflix tab on your computer. Second, how could you watch a Marvel movie without me? I thought that was our thing?”
You moaned out loud, dropping your poor facade. “Sorry baby, but I’m bored and you just woke up and I’m finally done with exams.”
Vernon groaned too, wiping his face with his dry hands. His hair was a mess, like a bird’s nest with all its twigs sticking out.
You inspected him, “Did you even brush your teeth?”
Vernon stayed silent, peeking through his fingers mischievously. “Maybe?”
You let out a groan, closing your laptop shut and wagged your finger at the screen in mock disgust. “Hansol Vernon Chwe, next time call me after you’ve freshened up.”
Vernon let go of his hand, a grin present on his face. “Whatever, I’m handsome either way.”
You smugly smiled, “Sure baby, now go brush your damn teeth.”
Day 107
“Shit, shit, shit,” you muttered under your breath, hands frantically turning over furniture in your dorm, panicked adrenaline rushing through your veins. “Hey, Wendy, did you see my phone anywhere?”
Your roommate popped her head out of her room, “Did you check the bathroom?”
You threw your head back in embarrassment, “Oh my god you’re right, I am literally so dumb.”
Wendy chuckled softly before closing the door.
You rushed out of your dorm with all of your things, hurrying into the cab. It was the one hundred and seventh day of living without your boyfriend and truth be told, you were far too ready for it to end. By now you were aching to feel the arms of your boyfriend wrapped around you and the warmth of his body beside you. You missed the movie marathons and the silly inside jokes the two of you shared.
Sighing, you took out your phone, scrolling through your latest messages with the members.
“11:25,” you murmured to yourself, “Terminal B.”
When the taxi pulled to a stop, you eagerly stepped out, searching frantically for the large bold letters. When you finally noticed the sign, you quickly weaved around the swarms of people and suitcases, walking through the sliding doors into the heated airport.
You pulled out your phone and called Vernon’s phone number. You stood motionless in the tornado of noise and chaos around you.
You heard him pick up: “Y/N?”
You took in a deep breath, “I’m at the terminal, I’m freaking out, what do I do.”
“Wait, are you at the entrance? I’ll go find you.”
“Okay,” you meekly answered, still a little overwhelmed by all the movement around you. “Wait,” you brusquely cut.
“Yeah?”
“Stay on the phone, just in case I get lost I have you.”
Vernon chuckled and you could hear the background noise of footsteps. “You’re not going to die in the airport Y/N. Worst comes to worst we’ll have the security search for you.”
You physically shuttered at the thought, choosing to bide your time by leaning against one of the airport’s pillars, trying to shield yourself from the crowds of people. “Nah, just let me die of embarrassment then. That’s what moms looking for their four year old kids do.”
You could only hear his short breaths on the other side of the phone mixed in with the ambience of the airport. You exhaled disappointedly at his lack of a reaction, picking at the fabric of your jacket. “Vern, you there-”
“Y/N!”
Suddenly you heard the shout of your name. You looked up in surprise, almost dropping your phone.
Then you saw him. Bundled in a scarf with his jacket hanging over his arm, was Vernon. He was still holding his phone as well, his other hand pulling his suitcase along with him. The morning sunlight hit his face perfectly, making his sandy locks glow in the sun. He had a beaming smile on his face, small dimples present with crescent eyes. It was like a scene from a drama, even though there were people rushing past the two of you, they were all blurred out of focus.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion afterward. You don’t notice the first teardrop gliding down your skin until Vernon cups your cheek gently, brushing it off with his thumb.
He stared lovingly into your eyes, “Missed me?”
You buried your face into his chest, tears streaming down your face, “Always.”
It started off as a joke, the type of joke that was said once and then immediately forgotten. You were quickly reminded of it when you walked into Vernon’s room, finding him organizing his closet by color just as you all had said he couldn’t do. In the end the best he could do was tie-dye and non-tie-dyed.
[1:42] "hansol," you murmured, legs sprawled across his lap. he continued to scroll through his phone, his hand squeezing your thigh, letting you know that he was listening to whatever you had to say.
"hansol, pay attention to me," you whined, scooting over to straddle him, taking his phone out of his hands to place them on your hips. his eyes fluttered to yours as you rested your forehead on his, lips forming into a pout. you wrapped your arms around his neck before kissing him gingerly, the taste of your vanilla chapstick lingering in his mouth. hansol grinned against your lips, his hands slipping under the fabric of your shirt. your bottom lip fit perfectly between his teeth, tugging on it, waiting for the perfect moment to slip his tongue inside. the kiss was sloppy, messy, passionate — and you loved every second of it.
"is this enough attention for you, y/n?" he purred against the crook of your neck, his thumb rubbing circles against your hardened nipple, eliciting soft moans from your lips. you shook your head, sinking into vernon's lap further, the friction of his hardening bulge against your barely clothed heat almost unbearable. hansol's lips left a trail of saliva and wine colored bruises against your neck, but you needed more, so much more.
"so needy for me today, aren’t we baby?" hansol grinned, sliding his arms under your thighs to lift you from the couch. you couldn't help but giggle, legs wrapping around his waist.
"let's take this to bed so i can give you what you really need, yeah?"
Hi, could you please write about soft, sweet love-making with Vernon? Thanks Xx
[09:04] “Happy anniversary babe,” you say to Vernon, breaking away from his lips for a second, the two of you panting from lack of air. Your bare bodies are bathed in the cool light of the winter morning, but neither of you are aware of the chill, too caught up in each other to notice.
“Happy anniversary,” he whispers back, chasing your lips. One of his hands reaches up to cup your cheek as he brings you into another kiss. His other hand trails down your body to your thigh, pulling your leg up around his hips. Ever so slowly he pushes into you, taking his time to make sure you were comfortable before moving again. Vernon's eyes never leave yours, making it all the more intimate and you can't help but become enamoured with the pure love in his gaze and the care in his touch.
