request: boyfriend to be husband! vernon x idol reader being teased when he cant take his eyes off of reader.
genre: fluff
a/n: sorry it took me a while to get round to writing this, i’m a bit behind on requests atm as im super busy but i thought i’d finish this off before snoozing for the night <3 i hope u likey.
the set was especially chaotic this morning as everyone prepared for seventeen’s arrival, the big group would be appearing in the idol room where you would also be there to host for that specific episode.
once you walked in with your manager the stylists immediately sat you down to have your makeup done, soon enough the boys started coming in one by one and you straight away searched for your fiance who was also looking for you. the two of you finally met each other's eyes and hansol shot you a smile along with a wink causing you to smile at the boy before your makeup artist spun your chair around to face her, bringing your short, distanced interaction with him to an end.
you pout towards the artist making both her plus your manager chuckle
“i know your fiance is right there but you’ll see him again later” your manager speaks out from beside you and you only nod in response as the last finishing touches are made.
once everyones finally ready for recording you silently walk over and sit down at the side of the set away from the directors running through confirming things with the two main hosts.
“you ready?”
you look up from your script to see hansol sitting beside you on one of the cubes, immediately bursting with happiness at the sight of him.
“i am, how about you?”
“you’re gonna be there so i’ll be good” he smiles almost making you blush with his comment.
“come on lovebirds we have a show to film” con calls out causing you both to scramble up onto your feet super quick.
“so our guests will be announced by the one and only surprise host, y/n!” defcon announces welcoming you beside them.
you greet the viewers and immediately get to introducing the boys.
“without further ado i give you the group with never-ending members… seventeen!”
the members pile in, getting into a line all of them sending you a quick thumbs up like they’re silently cheering, you smile in response. hansol is the last member and he holds onto your gaze slightly longer.
“say the name, seventeen!” all thirteen voices spoke in unison startling you out of the zone you were in.
“woah. steady there or y/n will be having nightmares of that introduction for weeks” con teases making the boys chuckle at the way you jumped.
“seventeen it's been awhile right?” they begin to ask and you nod along feeling hansol's gaze on your face and there you have to pat your cheeks a few times to stop them from blushing furiously red hoping no one is currently looking at you.
“we’ve missed you guys of course, and you y/n” soonyoung speaks for the group and you beam at him.
“i'm sure you’ve all missed y/n especially the one over there who can't keep his eyes off our precious surprise guest” defcon jokes making all eyes avert to hansol who was now embarrassed and hiding behind jeonghan.
you on the other hand had nowhere to bury yourself so you tried to laugh it off even if the redness in your face was now visible.
“we should leave the lovebirds alone before they both burst and look at how red they've become,” seungkwan points out, making everyone laugh out again.
despite all the teasing you all got through the recording, everyone began sighing in relief and applauding each other on lasting through the long hours. hansol immediately came over to you giving you a big hug as his own way of expressing how proud he was.
“i have been waiting to do that all day” he said, voice muffled into the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped around you tightly.
“maybe you should've waited a bit more” you say pulling away before turning his figure around to see booseoksoon with their phones facing towards you both.
“you guys kinda looked cute,” seokmin says and hansol only glares at them before they all go scattering off into the dressing rooms with a huff.
“cant be nice to anyone these days” seungkwan yells out loudly on purpose so you both heard making you two chuckle at thought of today's events before he faces you again.
“can i take you out later?”
“you’re my fiance now love, i don't think you even have to ask” you smile messing up his hair.
“still… i’ll pick you up from the company around eight, i know you got a meeting before then.” he recalled to last week when you both updated each other on your upcoming schedules.
“fine by me” you respond just as seungcheol comes around to pull the boy away for their next schedule giving you an apologetic look which you wave off cooly seeing as it was both your jobs.
the two of you depart from each other with a wave almost like a non verbal promise to see one and other later.
anon: Hi! I really love your writings, can you do a Vernon angst one shot where him and the reader (fem please) are forced to breakup because of the hate? Thank you! ❤❤
a/n: hi love! thank you for this request and the compliment! please enjoy, this broke my heart writing this omg.. this is my first angst btw 🥺
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12:03 am
you lied in your bed while staring at your phone screen, your eyes blurring over with tears as you read the comments under your recent instagram post. it was a photo of you in your new strawberry dress that vernon picked out for you, smiling brightly and holding a dozen roses. the caption read: “taken by vernon 🍓” and you thought it was adorable. sadly, but not to your surprise, his fans didn’t.
@vernonlove98: he’s too good for you, hideous
@chwexo111: can’t they break up?? i’m tired of this girl. slut
@vern0nhan: just so ugly i can’t
you continued scrolling through the comments, finding only hate. at this point, tears were streaming down your face and you couldn’t take it anymore. ever since you started dating vernon last year, your instagram has been a hub for hate. every post was bombarded with horrible comments, and your dms were flooded with negativity-- it was just all too much.
vernon always assured you that he loved you and he calmed you down whenever it happened, but the problem was, it was happening always. you felt like you couldn’t escape the hate you were facing, because besides instagram, it also happened in person. whenever you walked outside, fans would yell at you in public, calling you all types of hateful words. you were reaching your breaking point, and you needed to talk to vernon.
y/n: can you come over? i need you
you pressed send, and immediately vernon responded.
vernon: of course.. omw
a few minutes later, you heard a knock at the door and you knew it was vernon. it was 12 am, but he didn’t care-- he was always there for you, no matter what. you opened the door to find your boyfriend in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. once he saw your tear stained face, he immediately wrapped his arms around you in a hug. you buried his face in his sweatshirt, beginning to cry again. he rubbed circles on your back, trying to calm you down. after a few minutes of hugging in the door way, you both made your way into the living room and sat on the couch.
“what’s wrong baby? whatever it is, i’m here for you,” he said, concern written all over his face. he held your hand gently and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. everything he did calmed you down, he felt like home.
“my instagram post, it’s flooded with hate,” you said softly.
“fuck, i’m so sorry, god i wish i could make it stop. but we’ll get through this, just like we always do. i love you, that’s all that matters,” he said, kissing your hand gently. you sighed, finally facing the truth. would you two get through it? it was too much for you, it was ruining you.
“vernon, i can’t do this anymore. every post, we go through the same thing. every time i walk to work, i text you about an encounter i have with a fan. they’re ruthless, and they’re breaking me to pieces. my confidence is dimenshing, i feel absolutely worthless when i go through this. i don’t know what to do,” you said, not able to make eye contact with him. this conversation was ripping your heart out of your chest and tearing it to shreds. “i love you so much vernon, but this can’t go on any longer. i can’t live my life like this,” you added quietly. vernon listened silently, letting time pass before answering. he didn’t know what to say-- you meant so much to him, he didn’t want to let you go. but, he knew your happiness came first. vernon placed his finger under your chin and lifted it, bringing your eyes to meet his.
“i understand y/n. i’m so sorry i can’t fix this,” he said. at this point, he stood up, running his hands through his hair. “fuck, i love you so much y/n, i can’t see you hurting like this anymore. i can’t even imagine what you’re going through. i’m sorry i let it go on for so long,” he said, pacing back and forth in front of you. you could tell he was beating himself up over this situation, so you stood up and stopped him.
“please don’t blame yourself-- this is neither of our faults,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head against his chest. you could hear his heart beating, it was so comforting. he placed his chin on your head and sighed. you felt a tear land on your head, and you knew he was crying. “i don’t know what to say, other than i love you. maybe one day will be our day, but i don’t think it’s today,” you said quietly.
“i know, i just don’t want to admit it,” he said, his voice shaky. you stayed in his arms for a little longer, because when you were with him, everything felt okay. you couldn’t bring yourself to move, because when you did, you knew you wouldn’t be able to feel this again.
“i love you,” you said, breaking the silence. “i always will,”
“i love you too, and that’s why i’m doing this. for you,” vernon said, pulling away from the hug. you felt empty, you felt incomplete. “i’m sorry baby,” he said quietly, before turning and walking out your door. you watched him for the last time, your heart breaking with every step he took, farther and farther away from you.
Universe: idolxidol
Quotes: 22/25
Genre: Fluff + Romance
Words count: 689
For anon, I hope you like it cutie!
- M.
It was horrible having to compete against a group you were a fan of. Especially when you were from the same company and you all knew each other. Seungkwan greeted you joyfully and you smiled at him, trying not to meet Vernon's gaze.
But your friends didn't seem to look away from the boy.
"Just stop? You all are annoying."
"That boy's stripping you with his eyes, Y/N."
A little shove towards Nahuen, the Maknae of the group and author of that affirmation, and the group began to giggle and whisper gibberish without you could hear them. You hated them, in a metaphorical sense, when attributed to any guy who watched you a possible crush.
Even if you wanted Vernon's to be true. To tell the truth, he was one of the Seventeen members you knew less, but not because you hadn't tried to know him, but because close to him you always felt those strange sensations of lightness and difficulty to focus that did nothing but help.
"Y/N!"
Vernon began to pitch between the small crowd that separated both and when he stopped before you, his huge and sweet smile was the first thing you noticed. You hid your hands behind your back, starting to fidget with your fingers trying to bring your nervousness down. You would have liked to say something, but your throat suddenly became dry and your head was completely emptied.
"You have been great, the new comeback is a bomb!"
Nahuen bent forward, putting herself among you; "Oh, Hi Vernon Oppa!!"
Embarrassed Vernon scratched his nape, the maknae unaware of the veil of awkwardness that had quickly descended on you. "Hi Nahuen-ssi, you've been great today."
"Oh Than--Ouch, what are you doi--AAAAH!!" Your leader dragged the Maknae away, who began to wiggle while you and the rapper watched the scene dumbfounded. You were aware of the weirdness of your bandmates, maybe even Vernon, but you were in public, and it was weird.
"Wow.. Are they always like that? "
"Even worse Vernon, even worse."
He began to sway on his heels, throwing a few eyes at his group that seemed to spur him to make something. And so you gathered your willpower and leaned a hand on his wrist, then slipping it towards his hand. With trepidation, you widened your fingers slowly, and then close them forcefully onto his hand. And then began the wait, your heart a hammer against your chest and you bent head to be able to observe how oddly that strange grip seemed perfect.
Vernon held his breath in feeling the warmth of your hand in his, moving his gaze to Seungkwan little far away from him. And when he saw his thumbs up, his smile widened and his hands stopped shaking.
"I just want a hug, just once," the sweetness in your voice made him scream internally and without leaving the grip on your hand, he surrounded you with his other arm, leaning you against him. His chin leaned against your shoulder, your heart beating strong against your rib cafe but without causing pain. "You could have asked a hug right away, you know?"
"If you're hugging me, you don't mind!" You exclaimed and his laughter mingled with your lighter, creating almost a melody, "Then I always thought you didn't like me that much."
"Never, you're the sweetest and cutest girl I've ever known!" He was almost offended, at least so it seemed to you, that putting pressure on your shoulder he moved you away and his large eyes scrutinized you carefully, "Never say it again, okay?"
"What?"
He snorted, giving you a slight pinch on your cheek, "that I didn't like you! It's quite the opposite, " he emphasized the last words and with your free hand, you covered your left cheek, trying -foolishly- to hide the redness that was coloring it. "Pabo, there's the other free cheek."
"What the heck!!! This is all your fault! "
"Well, what do you say if it keeps being my fault and maybe.. You'll grant me a date one of these nights?”
admin k: actually like this one sm so hope you guys do too!
word count: 900+
pairing: vernon x reader
Looking at her, she was so pretty standing there, in her natural state. Being at party likes this, wasn’t something that Vernon was so comfortable with. Sure, he came every once and a while but he’d rather be somewhere, maybe a home, alone with the person that he’s been admiring for the past while.
He wasn’t sure why and what it was about her that he loved so much but he knew that overtime he looked at her, his heart would stop. Vernon was mesmerize by every move she made, even if it wasn’t on him. He was always a witness of her devilish actions of flirting from one guy to another. It was her nature, especially at a party where things can get crazy and out of hand.
It wasn’t her best feature, for her to flirt but he couldn’t help but feel jealous for all the guys she’s been with. Oh how much did he desire to feel her touch, for her hands to run along his chest, gliding up to wrap around his neck just to pull him closer and into a sweet kiss.
How much did he want to capture those sweet, lips of hers that form the most beautiful smile. Vernon wished for her to at least have her glance at him with those sparkling eyes of hers but never did she sneak a glance at him. How would be he know? Mostly because he’d always have his eyes on her, no caring what in the world was happening around him.
She was his main focus and it angered him how he was never the guy that was her target. It really bothered him, making him frustrated as the think about the many people she’s been with. She’s probably hook up with so many people, maybe everyone but him. He found that strange.
How could it be? Vernon knew he wasn’t unattractive, not that he thought of himself as the most attractive guy but…to the most average. Was he not her type? That can’t be…
Something that night made Vernon ticked off more than most days. It could’ve bene the drinks that night or it could’ve been an off day for Vernon, who knows but that night, he got up from where he was to approach her.
Finally, after months now, he’s finally using he courage and anger he’s built to talk to her.
She was laughing so loud but cheerfully that her lovely laugh could be heard over the blasting music in the house. As usual, she was with a few guys, talking and chatting away.
When Vernon stopped right in front of her, it scared her and she froze in her place. It wasn’t the first reaction Vernon wanted her to have of him but he couldn’t change that.
“Drink with me.” He spoke in a commanding voice but also a bit welcoming just to make her feel at ease.
She hesitatingly took the shot glass that he offered her. “Oh come on Y/N, don’t act so scared! It’s literally one shot.” One of the guys she was with joked around.
She smiled and took the shot with him even though he was still glaring at the guys she was wiht. She noticed and immediately grabbed his wrist to pull him away from the guys and to where people were dancing.
He seemed confused but the minute she starts dancing and smiling again, he knew that she was happy to be dancing with him.
Laughing and dancing, the night was better. Afterwards, you both took a break from dancing and drank once again on the couch.
“Thanks.” She said when she takes the cup of beer Vernon offers.
She immediately gulps it down while Vernon sat down beside her and watched her. Why was it that every move she makes just gets him in daze?
She was an aura of beauty and Vernon was so attracted to her. She looked to him, staring at him in question.
“I have a question.” Vernon speaks up, somehow reading her mind.
Her eyes go big for a minute but she answers. “Ask.” Her voice as lovely as her being.
Vernon felt his breath hitch, almost as if it was taken away from her beauty. Trying his best to focus, he regains himself. “Why is it that…your always flirting with some other guy and I mean any other guy except…”
“You?” She finished his question. She looked away, at the people dancing, thinking about the question.
“Unlike the other guys…I actually like you. I get shy…around you.” He furrows his brows but inside he’s denying her confession.
She lets out a small breath and embarrassed smile, looking down at her cup of beer. “Shocker right?”
“It’s…pretty hard to believe, I’ll tell you that.”
“But it’s true, I don’t know what else to say. I really am just trying to have fun at these parties and whenever you’re around, I just…I can’t face you. Until tonight that is.” She looked up at him.
“Kind of pathetic but whatever.” She added.
He still blinked at her blankly, unsure of what to think about it. Vernon still couldn’t believe his crush liked him back.
“Do you know how jealous I got because of you?”
That night was filled with unexpected outcomes, and one included Vernon leaning in to quickly capture those lips that he’s been wanted to kiss for so long.
It didn’t take a second for her to immediately kiss him back in longing and want for the sweet love that the two of wanted to feel between each other.
genre: fluff/romance and a lil bit of the steamy steam ;)
word count: 8495
characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, bff!Jeonghan + various
prompts: seven(teen) minutes in heaven, university!AU with fraternity!Seventeen, one night stand(?), friends-to-lovers
*this references to traditional American University Greek life, referring to members as “brothers”, if you’re confused please message me! feelin hella clever that SVT/ ΣΛΤ was managed to be made in the greek alphabet
a happy birthday gift to my sol @vernkn
Hansol Vernon Chwe, she tried to unsuccessfully convince herself, meant nothing to her.
Not when he walked into 18th Century Children’s Literature every Monday and Wednesday, looking like the dead bird her pet cat dragged in when she was three. His ebony strands would stick out like dead twigs, usually muffled by a worn navy baseball cap with the lid twirled behind his neck. He never made a fuss when he entered a minute before the class would start, rushing to the nearest empty desk with his head down, lost in thought. Even though it was an afternoon class, he still managed to look like he walked right out of bed and into lecture.
He meant nothing to her, when he seldom spoke in their seminar, tucked away in the back scribbling notes. Especially not when he’d pipe up for class participation every other blue moon, speaking with sudden austerity about how the English language is so convoluted, his voice strangely comparable to the thickness of raw honey.
Not when at the end of each month, he’d show up looking like a human being. His clothing range was thin, in the warmer months he had basketball shorts and a colorful t-shirt, and during the colder months it seemed like he had an infinite number of hoodies and sweatpants. For whatever reason he would take the last Wednesday of every month to look stunningly decent. Last month, he showed up in a crisp black and red flannel over a wool cardigan. His denim was ripped around the knees, revealing a pale, yet strong set of thighs that left much to the imagination. Cap free, his hair was pushed away in a black silk coif to accentuate the twinkly, attentive milk chocolate eyes that hit a little too close to the blooming butterflies in her stomach.
Nope, he meant nothing to her. Not at all.
“If you’ve checked the syllabus, you should know that the final project is due at the end of the month in addition to the final paper. In order to save time to focus on your papers,” she let out a long sigh of relief at her professor’s short-lived reprieve, “I’m cutting your workload in half. There’s thirty-two of you, so I expect sixteen pairs by the end of this week with a working thesis.”
Fuck.
Her hand immediately reached for Yoon Jeonghan’s, clutching the cuff of his pearl white button-up. “Jeonghan, be my partner.” she blurted with pleading eyes.
He raised an eyebrow, quirking an amused smile on his features. Delicately removing her hand from her grasp he said, “I’m the TA. I can’t be anyone’s partner.” he stated like it was the most basic thing in the world. “I think Hansol’s free.” he jerked his head towards the middle of the room, where sure enough, Hansol was looking wide-eyed at the number of already established pairs, looking for an available patron.
“Exactly. That’s why I need you to be my partner.”
“Like I said, Hansol’s free. And by free, I also mean he’s single.”
“I didn’t ask about his relationship status.” she deadpanned, giving him a deadly look.
“Yeah, but you were thinking it.”
“Goddammit Jeonghan go to hell—”
“Hansol-ah! Do you still need a partner?” Jeonghan called him out like the perfect teacher’s assistant he was paid to do, waving his hand towards her.
Hansol’s gaze drifted to the pair, his eyes lighting up like the way birthday candles sparked as he went up to their desks. He gave her a warm smile, nodding his head towards her. “Hey.” he said easily.
“Hi.” she piped out, willing her voice not to squeak at how close he was. God, he was adorable.
“Well, my job is done.” Jeonghan clasped his hands, giving the two the fakest, brightest commercial smile he could gleam. He squeezed Hansol’s shoulder, “I’ll see you later at the house?”
“Yeah man.” Hansol gave him a little fistbump. To her, Jeonghan twiddled his fingers in a goodbye, snatching away his briefcase and walking out the classroom.
In a span of thirty seconds she was putty under Jeonghan’s grasp, falling into a trap she was probably fated to meet all along. Hansol Vernon Chwe, would absolutely destroy her sanity. How was she going to force herself to focus on passing this class if she had this boy, both gorgeous in intellect and just plain gorgeous, working with her the rest of the semester?
“So uh, you live with Jeonghan?” she tried, hoping her tone was as even as possible.
“Yeah.” he replied easily, leaning against the desk. A lot of the students were filing out of the classroom after finding their partners, but Hansol didn’t seem to be in too much of a rush. It even looked like he was settling, enjoying his time making small talk with her. “We’re brothers in Sigma Lambda Tau. He was the one who convinced me to take this class.”
Of course, it was all Jeonghan’s fault that she had this silly crush. She forced a laugh, her eyes scrunching into crescents. “Good thing you did! It’s a great class, the pieces we read are really beautiful.”
“The class is interesting, and you’re right. Everything here’s really beautiful. Good thing Jeonghan suggested it to me to fulfill my English requirement.” Hansol bit his lip, breaking his gaze from her to look down at his beat up Timberlands, which clashed against the soft material of his light grey sweatpants. “You make a lot of good points, I like hearing your ideas during debate.”
She tightened her hold on the desk, fingers curling at the thought that Hansol was actually listening to what she said in class. “Your points are good too!” she shot back, causing his eyes to widen comically. “I mean, uh, when you do speak in class. Which is like, never.”
He chuckled, tilting his head so that she could see the onyx strands flutter over his forehead. “It’s hard to speak in class when there’s people like you, I bet you’re really smart.” he said.
Was this some sort of strange, intellectual way of flirting? She hoped so, it felt a hell of a lot better than being complimented on her appearance. At the same time, his notice seemed like wishful thinking. It looked like Hansol was the kind of guy who’d go out of their way to make everyone seem extra special, he was just that positive a person. Her thoughts flashed back to the smug look Jeonghan gave her, probably reveling in the fact that she was being taken over by a little crush over someone she barely knew. And now that Hansol was right in front of her, there was no way was she letting these petty feelings ruin herself.
“I guess you’ll have to find out when we work together.” she finally managed to say, nervously biting the inside of her cheek.
Hansol’s eyebrows shot up to his cap, and she got a clear view of how absolutely stunning his carmine eyes were, both enthralling and mesmerizing. He gave her a funny look, “Is that supposed to be a challenge?”
Either she was a terrible flirt, or he was just downright oblivious. Putting herself out of her misery, she threw in the towel and pulled out her phone, handing it to her. “Depends if you’re up for it. Let’s exchange numbers so we can set up a work schedule.”
He pursed his lips, pulling out his matte black iPhone in return. “Sounds like a plan.” it was only a couple swipes before he handed the phone back to her. He grinned toothily, “Pleasure doing business with you.” he drawled, picking up his things.
“Uh, same here?” she replied dumbly, letting the proffered device fall back in her grasp.
“I’ll see you soon,” his bag zinged with a sharp whirr of his zipper, throwing it over his shoulder.
“Okay, I’ll text you later.” she said with a wave.
He wasn’t even a quarter way out the lecture hall before he popped his head back in view, his dimples jutting between his grin. “I’ll be waiting.” he said, before running out to his next class.
It was only five seconds later that she allowed herself to breathe, swooning against the edge of her desk as she let her thoughts bounce in the confines of her brain. She didn’t think it would be that damaging to her heart, but she swore she could feel a tingling sensation in her chest, one that worked its way through every nerve of her body. She let a small, secretive smile worm its way onto her lips as she packed up her things. First impressions weren’t so bad, it confirmed her thoughts that Hansol was a complete and utter sweetheart, and she had his undivided attention for the next few weeks.
So maybe, Hansol meant something to her.
A couple days later, they managed to snag a team room to themselves in the library. It was one of those fancy ones with those smart computer boards and wheelie chairs that no one needed, and completely and utterly soundproof to the rest of the building. She already had the basic outline of the project down, and Hansol so graciously took care of the other half, so all they had to do now was put it together over the course of the month.
Hansol was a little late to their meeting, and it was strangely quiet and slightly uncomfortable for her to be taking up this space alone. So she tried her best not to let her eyes linger by the door’s window, and made sure to keep her face glued to her computer screen which showed parts of their presentation. Slightly flustered she ran a rough hand through her hair, forcing her eyes on her open document. Her palms were sweaty and her face was flushed with heat, she slapped her hands over her face to stop the nerves from getting to her. It was just Hansol and her studying.
Hansol. And her. Alone. For hours. In this room all to themselves.
She let her forehead crash on the linoleum table with a muffled groan, the impact echoing throughout the window spanned room.
“Hey uh, are you okay?”
Her head shot up, nearly crashing into Hansol’s, who deflected just in time. He was unbearably close, that she could make out the way his long eyelashes fluttered in her direction. She forced an uneasy smile, rubbing her head self-consciously. He just walked in, backpack and coat still on his body, and the frosty remnants of snow glittered on his fringe. He was wearing the same clothes she saw him in last class, she noted. Dammit, why didn’t she notice him walk in?
“I’m fine,” she managed to say, “Just stress. The final paper is just killing me.”
He gave a wan smile in return, pulling up a chair for himself. “Nah, I get it. If you need a shoulder to cry on, I gotchu.”
She laughed, this time genuinely. “Thanks.”
“So uh, I’m sorry I’m late. And since I was late anyway I figured, why not get breakfast on the way too? Did you eat?” and Hansol pulled out a metal thermos and a paper bag from his backpack, neatly arranging two plump blueberry muffins side-by-side on a napkin.
She paused, her eyes drifting over the humble looking breakfast that he probably dashed from the dining hall on his way here. Fuck he got me muffins. That’s so adorable.
He took her silence as a subtle rejection, and his face fell, spluttering in defense, “Oh, god. Please don’t tell me you’re allergic to blueberries or something. Or I’m offending you if you hate muffins or something, although I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to hate muffins. I think there were chocolate croissants too if you want—”
She giggled, shaking her head. “No, it’s not that. It’s just,” she picked up a muffin, still warm from the hotplate, and she took a bite. “It’s just that you’re really, really cute.”
“Cute?” he repeated dumbly, as if she had said the farthest potential reply from his mind.
“Yes, cute. You show up here apologizing with muffins. That’s cute.”
“Well, thank you, I guess?” he rubbed the back of his neck, looking the other way.
Finally, a giggle escaped his lips, sounding melodic and bubbly to her ears. It seemed like he hadn’t been called cute in a long, long while. Even moreso, Hansol seemed both easy to tease and fluster, and it made the time they had together a whole lot easier for her. He coughed, his cheeks a pretty petal pink as he pulled out random textbooks, occupying his hands and taking the first one he could open.
“So uh, let’s start working?” he asked, covering his blush, “Paracyclic reactions by organic synthesis, right?” His book was upside down.
“Uh, Hansol?”
“Yeah?”
“We’re studying English, not Organic Chemistry.”
“Oh, right.” he crinkled his nose, giving a shy grin in apology.
And from there, the semester ended gracefully. She felt a sudden surge of pride knowing that the two of them worked surprisingly well together, and even though they had a few glitches on the fray, within a couple weeks they were able to successfully present their final project. Hansol spoke more in those ten minutes presenting than he did in the entire semester, and to her it was one of the most satisfying ten minutes of her life, knowing that she was able to help him raise his voice and work together to get their thesis across. Jeonghan was impressed, their professor was impressed, and she was incredibly happy with the progress they made in such a short amount of time.
Their class ended like any other class. She and Hansol shook hands, a warm attachment of palms that may have grasped a little too long, accompanied with gazes that were a little too deep. She shook those romantic thoughts away, knowing the forced smiles and cordial lines she had said over and over to countless other students (“Good luck with everything! Hopefully we’ll see each other around next semester!”) would only be in vain.
And so with those goodbyes, so went the delayed goodbye of her crush on Hansol.
She decided she was going to leave this semester on a high note, filling it with copious amounts of Rocky Road ice cream and her favorite fuzzy blanket. She was the only one in her suite tonight, the rest of her roommates either studying or taking the last round of exams. So when the door clicked open just as she was ready to take a nap, she didn't bother turning to greet anyone.
“What, did you forget something?” she murmured sleepily, muffling a yawn as she sunk deeper into the couch.
“Yup, I forgot you.”
Wide awake at the familiar milk-and-honey drawl, she shot up, already fearing the worst. She ripped off her blankets, whipping her body around to face the wicked gaze of Yoon Jeonghan.
“I knew giving you the pass key was a bad idea.” she sighed regretfully, dropping to the couch. “What do you want?”
“Our house is throwing a party, and you're coming with me. And I brought pre-game.” he waved a flask in the air, closing the door behind him. He made a show of slipping off his khaki canvas sneakers, putting them on the shoe rack next to hers. He then took off his blazer, putting it on a hanger like it was his place. “Your room is here, right?” he said, walking into the nearest bedroom like it was muscle memory.
“Jeonghan, I don't want to go to some party. What’s it even for?” she sighed in exhaustion, following him into her bedroom. He was already halfway with digging through her wardrobe, making the messy lump of clothes an even messier lump than it was before.
“Soonyoung’s throwing a party before he sells his soul to the Dance Department and becomes a graduate student.” he said loftily, picking away an item with his two fingers.
“I don’t even know that guy.”
“Oh, it doesn’t really matter if you know him or not. But in any case, you will.” Jeonghan was finally satisfied with a particular article, and threw off its wire hanger. It was a simple black number that cut off to her mid-thigh. This one hugged her body sinfully well and had cap sleeves and a scalloped neckline that dipped invitingly to her chest. He threw it on the bed. “Wear this one.” he commanded, going through another set of drawers.
She made a face, “The last time I wore that thing was at a funeral.”
“Then you’ll look so sexy in it that it’ll wake up the dead.” he pulled out a comfy but flattering bra, and gave an experimental squeeze at the colorful lilac padding. “This one makes your cleave look real good.” he couldn’t help but chuckle, throwing the garment in her face.
“I hate you.”
“Trust me, you won’t be hating me later.”
And that’s how she ended up with an uneaten pint of Rocky Road ice cream that had to be put back in the lonely freezer, walking into a fraternity house with a bunch of students she never met in her entire life. She held Jeonghan’s arm in a vice, fingernails curling over the edge of his charcoal button down. If he so dared to leave her alone in the middle of this, she’d really kill him.
The house was like any other house on Greek Row, one with history and a reputable brotherhood. The party itself wasn’t overly crowded like typical social fraternities, there was enough dancing space to avoid but there was certainly a sizable enough group that had an air of fervor and bumbling energy that already had her itching for something to drink. She fixed her vision multiple times on girls and boys alike, fascinated at the way their bodies captured the music, running on alcohol and the pent-up stress of finals week. Jeonghan pulled her to the refreshments table in the corner of the living room, with a walkway that led to a small kitchen. On top of the table there was a simple picture frame tacked to the wall, a happy image of thirteen boys sitting atop a backyard porch.
As Jeonghan mixed them their first round, she slowly scoped out the people in the room, letting the colorful EDM music wash over her ears. By all means, spending the evening here wasn’t a bad place to end the semester. They were a good group of brothers, with a clean reputation and a sizable dent in community service. Her eyes drifted to the person at the front of the room who wore a large pair of headphones which engulfed his ears as he bobbed his head to the beat. While she didn’t know all the people here, she definitely knew Lee Jihoon, which guaranteed a great party if he was managing the music.
“It’s been awhile since you’ve been here.” Jeonghan said, loud enough to hear over the music, but soft enough for her ears alone.
“Yeah, probably in the summer? When we were picking classes and stuff.” she took his proffered drink, taking an experimental sip. The warm buzz that she had sorely abandoned for the past few weeks returned to her like an aching crave. “It’s nice, for once I can finally see the floorboards.”
“And you know what else is nice?” he jerked a pinky at her form, “My jacket. Can I have it back, please? I let you wear it on the way here because it was cold, but you don’t need it anymore.”
She glowered, tugging the long blazer closer to her body. She turned her head self-consciously to a group of girls, about nine or ten of them huddled amongst each other by the DJ. They must’ve been freshmen or something, because they were dolled up to the nines. She noticed them immediately upon walking in, like diamonds in the middle of the dark. Despite the fact that they were all wearing sneakers they had glossy pale legs that lasted for miles, and they all looked so pretty and pristine it made her feel like a grandma. She didn’t know whether she should approach them and ask for tips or to be sorely intimidated.
Jeonghan followed her eyes when she didn’t answer, and he scoffed, ripping the drink out of her hands and putting both of them on the table. “Oh, hell no. I didn’t waste my time for you to get all insecure over some try-hard freshmen.” he quipped, putting an arm around her comfortingly. “You look hot, what’s the point of wearing a cute outfit if you’re not showing it off?”
She bit the inside of her cheek, looking up at Jeonghan with a sudden flash of scarlet anger. She wasn’t angry at him, however she was angry that he was right, and she couldn’t fault him for that. It was the last night of the semester, and she was going to have fun. Snatching the drink from the table, she couldn’t tell if it was her’s or Jeonghan’s, she downed the alcohol raw, smacking the empty red cup against the hardwood. It was definitely Jeonghan’s cup, because it tasted a hell of a lot stronger, but she no longer cared. In a matter of seconds, she ripped off his blazer, and threw it back to Jeonghan, letting the air meet the span of her bare skin. She exhaled, smoothing out the wrinkles and straightening her posture, letting her curves and chest perk out fully.
She grinned, twirling around, “You’re right.”
“I know,” he gave a grin of his own, and went over to whisper in her ear. “And y’know what, screw those girls. Because ever since we got here, the only one Hansol’s looking at is you.”
A bolt of lightning shot through her body, one that both feared and excited her to the core. Suddenly conscious of her audience of one, she subtly inched her gaze around the room, before it fell on a certain someone that took Children’s Literature with her just a week ago.
Hansol was with a group of guys, who were laughing about some insider that she had no care in the world for. Hansol didn’t seem to care much either, a red cup fitted in his lazy grasp, and his head turned away from them. He didn’t seem to notice her, but she did. He looked damn fine, he was wearing those black jeans again, the ones that ripped at his milky thighs, and a burgundy Henley quarter-sleeve with all the buttons undone. With that his collarbones were exposed, and she noted the way his Adam’s apple bobbed slowly, like a pendulum. She was suddenly mesmerized by his darkened caramel gaze, hooded in the low-lights. She had never seen this side of Hansol before, coupled with admiration and curious desire. It was both focused and unfocused as it glazed down-up from her legs to her thighs, lingering to the way her dress hugged her waist and left a sizable expanse of cleavage from the neckline. His lips were glistening like fresh strawberries and parted slightly, like a kitten thirsty for milk.
It was probably the most sensual episode of checking out she had ever experienced. He wasn't even touching her and she was already turned on.
Before she could embarrass him from his staring, she turned her head back to face Jeonghan. He had two tiny plastic shot glasses in hand, giving one to her. He winked, “Liquid courage.” She tilted her head at the thin, crystal clear liquid, before downing it in one gulp. She wrinkled her nose, unable to tell whether the buzz was coming from the soju or a massive headache.
This was it, she was going to snag Hansol Vernon Chwe and end off this semester with a bang.
“LEE CHAN, YOU’RE BACK!”
Jihoon cut the music out with a zzrrt, a strangely fitting rapture that was comparable to tires squeaking on asphalt. Everyone was thrusted on the situation before them, where the moonlight bled into the house. Chan was at the foot of the door, cases of drinks perched on each arm. He didn’t seem amused. The person who outbursted was none other than the star of the party, Kwon Soonyoung. He literally was the highlight of the party as he stood from the center of the dance floor, his eyes sunlight bright and his mouth parted in a wide, excited smile.
“You said you wouldn’t start dancing without me!” Chan whined, the poor freshmen, dropping the cases haphazardly with the rest of the booze.
“Yeah, but!” Soonyoung ushered people off the dance floor, moving in some semblance of a circle as he cleared a space. “Now we can play Seventeen Minutes!”
Her jaw dropped at the show before them. “Does he mean, Seven Minutes in Heaven?” she half-hissed to Jeonghan, giving him a warning glare.
He shrugged, “It’s stupid, I know. Just let him live, it’s his party.”
She felt like she was thrusted in some strange reincarnation of an awkward high school birthday party, the ones you saw in American movies in the comfort of your parent’s smelly basement. But this was a little more realer than that. She didn’t think she’d ever have to face a childish game like this, but she suddenly felt rooted to the ground, caught between a rock and a hard place.
“I already made papers with everyone’s name,” Soonyoung sing-songed, pulling out a neon green snapback from the mantel. True to his word, he shook it once, the soft tumble of folded paper echoing in the room. The eager freshmen walked up to grab them first, in hopes of getting a little something special from any of the house brothers. “The first half of the room gets papers, the other waits!” he trilled.
“He made papers.” she deadpanned in shock, tugging on Jeonghan’s arm. “Please don’t tell me you put my name down.”
“I didn’t put your name down.” he said immediately, shamelessly.
“Fuck Jeonghan, you’re lying to me.”
“Relax, just have fun.” he filled up his cup, pulling them further into the circle.
She watched with trepidation as each partygoer grabbed a piece of paper, some looking mildly interested to keep Soonyoung satisfied, others with a subtle smile and a secretive nod to others in the room. Jihoon took it as his cue, and started to play some slow, sexy acoustic music that coalesced the room in a wanton heat that prompted gooseflesh on her bare skin. Forcing herself to stay calm because she was an adult with morals, she looked back to Hansol, who hadn’t moved from his spot. This time, he was giving her a gummy grin and a wave, as if he totally wasn’t just checking her out five minutes ago. She couldn’t help but smile and wave back, feeling the familiar butterflies rumble pleasantly in her stomach. This boy would be the death of her.
Her smile faded into a shocked gape when Soonyoung thrusted the snapback in her chest, “Last one.” he drawled with a wink, waving the cap back and forth.
Caught in his positive gaze, she took the last paper, numb. She gave a cautious look to Jeonghan, who already peeked at his sheet. He gave her a curious look, egging her to open her sheet. She sighed, and ripped the bandage, unwrapping the crisply folded paper.
Yoon Jeonghan, 1:40.
A loud laugh escaped from her lips, interfering with Jihoon’s blast of house music, returning the party back to its full swing. She wobbled on her feet, the intake of soju quickly catching up to her empty stomach. “Hey Jeonghan, are you a good kisser?” she blurted, shoving him her paper so it was right in his face.
As soon as he saw his name, a full-toothed grin (if she was in the right mind, she’d be hitting him by now) latched onto his face, and he snatched the paper from her grasp, and handed her the one he took. “Oh, this is cruel fate.” he chuckled.
“What?” she furrowed her brows in snafu, opening Jeonghan’s sheet:
Hansol Vernon Chwe, 12:20.
She sobered up for those few seconds, her eyes focusing on the fact that Jeonghan was giving her Hansol’s sheet. She crumpled the paper, “Nice try. But I can’t do Seven Minutes in Heaven with him.” she replied bluntly, trying her hardest to convince herself that she couldn’t do this to herself.
“It’s Seventeen Minutes. And think how much it would suck for him if he waits all night for someone to kiss him, and realizes it’ll never come.” he pushed her back to Hansol’s direction. “You have five minutes until 12:20.”
She bit her lip, feeling the paper get warm and clammy in her grip. Her face was red, a combination of the alcohol and embarrassment. She felt awfully tight and stuffy in her dress, the bass laden music melting in the background as she watched Hansol take a final drink with his friends in the corner. He took a misstep, moving slowly as he backed away from his crew, walking towards the kitchen.
“C’mon, he’s getting away.” Jeonghan taunted, making a ‘tick tick’ sound effect.
With a final dirty look, she grabbed his cup one more time, downing his shot. “Shut up.” and went after Hansol.
She weaved between the crowds of people, some already cutting to the Seven Minutes and making out against the wall, and her heart palpitated obnoxiously at the thought that it could happen to her. That is, if Hansol wanted it too. She managed to catch him before he left the kitchen, making his way alone to a tiny stairwell that led downstairs. Slipping off her kitten heels and throwing them under a random bench, she went after him. Keeping a tight grip on the banister, she managed not to look that much of a hot mess as she stumbled down the stairs.
These lights were even dimmer than the living room’s, fueled by a marigold yellow lightbulb that barely lit an eighth of the room. It was a laundry room, the faint scent of artificial flowers and fabric softener wafting in the air. Hansol’s back was facing her, his head right under the light bulb like a halo, pressing buttons on the washing machine.
“Hey.” she finally said.
He jumped, startled, his head brushing against the light bulb. It caused the room to dance back and forth, shadows watching over them like saints. He turned, and when he realized it was only her, he softened. “Hi.” he said, leaning against the washing machine.
“Why do you look so good tonight?” she blurted, unable to decipher whether it was her or the soju talking.
“What?” he giggled, making a funny face.
“I mean, you always look good, it’s just.” she walked forward, barefooted, taking careful steps towards him. The light hadn’t stopped moving, waving against the cut of Hansol’s jawline. “At the end of every month, you’d show up to class wearing a nice outfit. It’s Wednesday today, too.” she hiccuped, watching the way his eyes opened like a deep mahogany ocean.
“Y-you notice me?” he sputtered, hands gripping at the cool metal of the washer.
Feeling bolder by the second, she nodded quickly. “Of course I do. How could I not? I’m a sucker for people like you, people who actually care about class and can talk literature with me.”
“Uh, the reason why I dress nicely at the end of the month isn’t anything special.” he managed to say, his eyes trying its hardest not to navigate along the way the light bounced on her ample cleavage. He ran a hand through his dark hair self-consciously, showing off his forehead. “It’s just that I run out of clean laundry and the nice stuff are the only clothes I have left.” he knocked the washer so that the metal would reverberate between them.
She stopped her act of seduction at the genuine confession, and couldn’t help but laugh, a dulcet smile overtaking her visage. It was like they were back to doing their project, spending another sleepless night together, taking breaks and having random conversation. “Why are you doing laundry now?” she asked between her fit of giggles.
“Because I’m pretty super turnt up. I just took four shots and I thought “hey, it’s good time as any since I ran out of underwear like, this morning.””
“You’re so funny.” she said honestly, clutching her stomach.
He gave a wry grin, “So I’ve been told.”
She held up the piece of paper she had fisted the entire way here, holding it up to the light. “I got you for my Seven Minutes.”
He stared at the crumpled sheet, realizing its implications. His expression was unreasonable, and he made no move to indicate anything. “Oh.” he blinked, the emptiness of his reply leaving an awful pang in her chest. He forced a cordial smile, “You don’t have to do those. Soonyoung was just being silly, he’s always like this. Making up stupid games like that.”
Oh. She slowly lowered the paper, before letting it drop from her grasp. The paper weighed as much as a feather, yet it felt like a deafening echo to her when it hit the concrete. It was a little stupid, letting a paper dictate who she could and couldn’t kiss. But no, she wasn’t going to walk away like this. She wasn’t going to let this fester in an awkward goodbye and a run of shame back to her apartment. She didn’t go all this way for nothing, and she would put up a good try if she had to. She wanted Hansol tonight.
She bit her lip, pouting slightly as she leaned forward. “Does that mean, you don’t want to kiss me?” she lamented, batting her lashes.
His eyes widened comically, and he held up his hands, waving them around like octopus tentacles. “No, no! Why would you even think—of course I want to kiss you—I mean, oh shit.” he smacked his forehead, collapsing against the metal. “The room is spinning and the only thing I can focus on is how beautiful and kissable you look in that dress.” he sincerely looked distressed, willing his brain to stay concentrated.
And she got on her tiptoes, finally close enough to grasp the collar of his Henley.
“Then kiss me, baby boy.” she murmured, closing the gap between them.
He tasted like vanilla and soju, and she was practically melting. Never before had a drunken kiss tasted so satisfying before Hansol. His addictive lips were wind chapped and so definitively him, low maintenance and she loved every bit of it. Before she knew it she was spinning again, this time because Hansol was lucid enough to lift her on top of the washing machine, giving himself better access. His large hands gripped at the curve of her butt, giving a hard squeeze before he settled her down on the cool metal.
A combination of hard and soft sighs were exchanged between them as they deepened the kiss, coupled with the muffled music that synced in time with their pumping hearts.
Hansol’s hands were going everywhere and nowhere. He couldn’t decide on his method of multitasking, the softness of her hair, or the suppleness of her breasts, or the bare expanse of her thighs. He made sure to keep his lips occupied however, trailing a airily soft trail down her neck and to her collarbone.
She on the other hand, knew exactly what she wanted. Threading her fingers in his styled locks (he looked unbelievably sexy with his hair pushed back) she ran her lips over his sharp jawline, making sure not to miss a single centimeter. She parted her legs, causing her dress to run eagerly up her hips, crumpled and disheveled. Blunt fingernails dug into her thighs, and she sighed, a petty whine escaping her lips as she tugged on the hem of his t-shirt, willing for it to come off. Instead, Hansol took it as initiative to move closer, hips aligning with hers like a magnetic bolt streamlining to her core.
This elicited a groan from her, and he managed to chuckle as he felt her ankles hook securely around his waist. “You’re going too fast, baby.” he murmured playfully with eyes half-lidded in pleasure, pressing his forehead to hers.
“Sorry.” she hushed, “It’s just that—oh god.”
The washing machine whirred to life, vibrating her body in a way that had her senses on hyper-drive. How convenient that in his drunken escapades, his conclusion was to do laundry. She shuddered, diving her head in the crook of his neck as she whimpered in pleasure, biting the dip between his neck and shoulders to suppress her exasperated cries.
“Just what, sweetheart?” he insisted with a tight moan, grounding his hips to hers in a painstakingly slow rhythm. The rough denim nipped harshly at the soft cotton of her panties, doing absolutely nothing to defend herself as she felt his long hardness press against her clothed core.
“It’s just th-that, that.” she sighed in frustration, her hands trembling over his pecs, and then making a definitive pathway to the buckle in his jeans. “Hansol, please.” she panted, ears ringing as she felt the machine rumble faster. Her hands palmed the thick tent in his jeans, rubbing messy circles and stars as she rested her head against his shoulder, simultaneously both tired and revitalized.
“Say—nngh— something.” he said breathily, licking a trail to her cleavage while simultaneously rubbing circles under her dress. This new, aggressive side of Hansol was starting to grow on her, making her into a writhing mess between his arms.
“I don’t want to say anything!” she huffed in frustration, gripping his shoulders as she moved against him, already forcing one hand to unzip the back of her dress so it would fall over her shoulders. She rolled her hips needily, mewling in satisfaction at how absolutely full he felt against her thin panties, burning for a reprieve. Words tumbled from her lips like wildfire, “The only thing I want to do is rip off your fucking jeans and moan your name a million times as you hold me and take me and Jesus I’m shaking and absolutely soaking for you andohohmy—”
“Fuck.” Hansol rasped, his lips a glistening cherry red, “I knew you had way with words.” and he pressed her hips deeper into the washing machine, forcing her to face sweet, sweet torture as the machine vibrated and rocked her panties damp, her honeyed arousal dampening against the cool metal. He nipped her bra strap off with his teeth, dipping a finger between her folds. She cried out, digging her nails into his back as the pulsation made her tortuously numb with white hot pleasure.
“Oh, oh please, b-bed. N-now.” she managed to choke out, giving up on figuring out the goddamn zipper in his trousers.
Moving her hands away, he lifted her, walking through clothes both clean and soiled until they went into a narrow hallway. He kicked open a door that led into a room even smaller than the laundry room. It was hazy and delightfully hot, both parties not even bothering to shut the door behind them.
Everything was just so foggy, their state of arousal combined with the glow of liquid ambrosia, anything was bound to happen.
Worst. Hangover. Ever.
She was definitely thrashed around with a train. Or a spaceship that missed the sky and hit her. Or something. Because she wasn’t getting out of bed anytime soon. The tiny window atop the concrete walls had ample power, letting golden rays stream into the tiny room, flashing to her face. She groaned, throwing a pillow over her eyes, praying for sleep to take the pain away.
Melting in the sheets, she decided that she needed to sleep naked more often, it was incredibly comfortable.
Wait.
She threw the pillow to some corner of the room, causing a capless water bottle to knock over the desk and spill over the rug. But she had no concern to the mess, and snapped her head to her bed partner, who was taking his sweet time to wake up.
Frozen, she could only clutch the white sheets closer to her chest as Hansol resumed his graceful awakening. It was a small twin bed, so if she shifted just a centimeter, her legs would tangle between his. Pomade caused his bedhead to be even crazier, silky tufts of ebony black hair going in every direction imaginable. His eyelashes fluttered like deep dark fans, before they finally opened to reveal his pretty golden eyes. He absorbed her stricken gaze.
“G’mornin’.” he finally uttered with a casual stretch, throwing the sheets off him and getting up. His side had another blanket thrown to the doorway, freshly stained with last night’s activities. He walked away from the bed sluggishly.
From there she noted that Hansol Vernon Chwe was very tall, and just like her, very naked.
Oh my god ohmygodohhhhmy—
All the things she wanted to say blanked from her mind, as he bent down to put on his plaid Christmas green boxers (shit, his thighs were a work of god). His back was turned to her, and she could only stare at his back muscles flexing and unflexing as he grabbed a tin of aspirin from the drawer and pulled out a new water bottle from the case, ignoring the spilled water that was quickly ruining his shag carpet. Before Hansol went back to the bed, he murmured a soft “oh yeah” to himself and reached for something on the drawer.
She blushed, watching him grab her thin periwinkle panties from his magenta lava lamp. How on earth did they get all the way up there, she’ll never know.
He handed her two aspirin and opened the bottle for her, bending down so his knees were on the floor, eyes aligned to hers. She accepted the kind gesture, hands trembling slightly as she took slow sips. “Thank you.” she said softly, breaking eye contact in favor of focusing on not throwing up on his sheets.
“Of course.” he replied genuinely, His face was red, too. He rubbed his neck sheepishly, putting her panties on her covered lap. “I’ll wait outside if you want to go change, or something.” he muttered, already turning to leave.
“Wait,” she said slowly, feeling her headache already worsening by the sudden impact of thought. “You’re kicking yourself out of your own room?”
“Well, yeah?” he twiddled with his fingers, looking down. “In case you regretted what we did last night.”
In fact, she wasn't even entirely sure what happened last night. The beginning was crystal clear, Jeonghan barging into her place with a way to blow off steam and infinite support. Her head to throbbed painfully as she attempted to recollect it the end of their night. While last night was clouded and tinted with the heat of the night, she was absolutely convinced that they did more than she anticipated they would do. She could conclude that much, due to the sinfully pleasant soreness that thrummed between her thighs. While she couldn’t remember all of it, she had a feeling she couldn’t look at doing laundry the same way ever again.
“Even if things are still hazy right now,” her voice was very, very small. Vulnerable, and his bedroom seemed even more constrictive than before. “I don’t regret anything that we did, because it was with you.”
His eyes widened at her words, her voice filled with an undertone of confidence and finality that had him reeling. His posture was frozen straight, but his copper eyes were alive, dancing staccato in tandem to the bleeding sunlight, wracking with a litany of emotions. “I don’t normally do this, y’know.” he finally said.
“Is that supposed to make me feel special?”
“Well, I wish it would. Because you’re special to me.”
Her hands curled under the sheets, fisting a full patch of snow white cotton. Special, to Hansol? Her throat was sandpaper dry, even though she just had water. She sat up straighter, letting the sheet slip like the way molasses would drip to the ground. She shivered at the rush of cool air. Hansol’s eyes lingered briefly on her bare shoulders, and now sober, she felt more than just naked to his gaze, arrested to his bed. He got up and picked out a champagne pink sweater from his computer chair. Rolling up the neck, he smelled the collar in approval before deciding it was clean enough to put on her.
“I would’ve wanted to take you out on a date,” he said tenderly, putting one arm sleeve through the other after getting her head through as carefully as possible, as if she were fine china. “And talk about stupid alien conspiracies and bad television, maybe cry over good books and read each other poetry, and call you dorky nicknames like Pumpkin and Honeybear. And hopefully you would’ve liked that too.” He continued wistfully as he cared for her, pulling gently to get her hair out of the sweatshirt. “And then I’d ask you out—or you can ask me out I don’t really care, and after a good amount of time we’d have amazing sex and uh, well—we already cut to the amazing sex part.”
Maybe she was still drunk, because his confession was making her even more emotional than normal. His cashmere sweater smelled of sandalwood and warm vanilla, and she brought a sweater paw up to rub her eyes, hopefully pulling away any potential tears that were worming its way. “Hansol,” she said delicately, pulling him back on his bed, wrapping her sweater-covered arms around his neck. “I think I would’ve wanted all of those things, too. And if you want, we could still do them.”
She felt his muscles relax in her grip, and she felt his gangly arms wound its way back onto her waist, running his nose along her curtain of hair and to her neck. “Oh, thank god.” he exhaled in relief, his fingers curling protectively in the dip of her waist, his voice low and rumbly in her ear. She felt his hot breath dance on her neck, and she closed her eyes, reveling in this moment of blissful acceptance. “I didn’t even know you were coming to the party.” he chuckled warmly, nuzzling his cheek on her shoulder.
They fell back, so that Hansol was lying on the bed again, and she could lean her head on his chest. He threw the sheets over them once more, enveloping them in comfortable warmth of each other’s body temperature, and the afterglow of the night before.
“Jeonghan picked me up at the last minute. Good thing he made me come.” she confessed, pressing a lazy kiss on his collarbone.
“Jeonghan is my new favorite hyung.” he grinned like a dork at the empty ceiling, blindly threading his fingers through hers. “He made me take his class, and introduced me to a wonderful girl along the way who’s hella smart and gorgeous.”
“Are you kidding?” she smacked his chest lightly, “You’re hella smart and gorgeous. And you’re silly, and funny and absolutely sweet.”
“D’awh, thanks Pumpkin.”
“Okay stop. I don’t like that one.”
“Alright, Chicken Nugget.”
“What’s with your strange fixation to food nicknames?” she teased. She leaned in, placing a quick kiss on the button of his nose. It felt good knowing she would be able to do silly things like this on the daily.
“That’s because I just recently made a deduction,” he put a palm to her chest in reply, and pushed her back, hard. Enough to elicit a laugh from her, but not too hard as to make her fall off the bed. Her back hit the sheets as her giggles engulfed the room, covering her mouth as he hovered over her and switched positions, sticking out his tongue. “That you are absolutely delicious.”
She hummed, running a finger between his bare chest. Hansol was still shirtless, lucky her. “My memory is still a little fuzzy from last night. Care to remind me how delicious I tasted?” she taunted, her hands brushing on the waistband of his boxers.
He replied with a series of kisses, her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. And she felt amazing, her headache miraculously gone and in the comfort of this wonderful, wonderful person who wanted her as much as she wanted him. His one hand lingered on the curve of her butt, giving a long squeeze as his other hand trailed along the sweater he just put on her, lifting it to reveal the smooth expanse of her stomach. He made an animated comment, “Your tummy is cute!” before kissing the middle of it.
And then her stomach grumbled for the longest five seconds of her life.
Hansol laughed out loud, a beautiful, hearty sound. He didn’t remove his lips from her skin, feeling the vibration echo through her body. She felt a little less embarrassed when she could feel his smile against her stomach.
“Do you want to go eat first?” she asked sheepishly, pushing him up. Their night worked up a hearty appetite.
“You mean,” he raised a perfectly threaded eyebrow at the space between her thighs, open for his consumption.
“No, you butt. I mean real food!” she hopped off the bed, smirking at the fact that Hansol was watching every bit of her as she shimmied back into her underwear, still glued to the bed.
He shrugged, not seeming to mind, “Oh, that’s cool too. Muffins?”
“Hell yeah.”
“And then sex?”
“What? No!” she smacked him with the pillow she had thrown earlier, and he clutched his heart dramatically, falling heavily to the mattress as if he were impaled with a deadly shot. “I left my ice cream at my apartment. We’re going back there and we’re going to continue the night in I was supposed to do.”
“But my heart! You’ve wounded it!” he cried in fake agony, holding out a tortured hand to her.
“Because you mean nothing to me. Nothing.” She cried theatrically, unable to suppress her fit of giggles at his cheesiness, pulling him off the bed.
“No, you loooveeee me.” he cooed, trapping her in his embrace. He sat at the foot of the bed, and she immediately bounded onto his lap. Pressing her forehead to his, she let her eyes flutter shut, licking her lips as she basked in this moment. When she opened them, Hansol’s was already open, lashes of wispy caramel fluttering to her body which was cradled within his. When they finally faced each other, he placed a cotton soft kiss between her brows, letting his lips linger on her skin for a second too long.
And at that moment, it was just her and Hansol, which meant everything to the both of them.
@comerollwithme: Hi, I'm excited for your new blog so I'd like to request enemies to lovers Fem!reader x Vernon. I feel like Vernon is not a very conflictive person, so it would be fun to see how you'd imagine him to be as an enemy and later a lover! Hope this can be picked up and if it does, I hope you enjoy writing it!
a/n: if you guys enjoy, i’d love to write a part 2! please leave feedback if you would like that! this is my first enemies to lovers so i tried my best <3
prompt: it’s your first year in college, and you’ve got it all planned out: dorm with your childhood best friend, land a perfect computer science internship, and meet the guy of your dreams. to be more specific, the “guy of your dreams” is simply someone your family would approve of and someone who could fulfill the role of an average boyfriend, nothing more or nothing less. but little do you know, your music major dorm neighbor vernon is about to screw the whole plan up, in the most beautiful and exciting way possible.
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“i can’t believe we’re here! we did it!” you sighed as you jumped onto your best friend (and now roommate) lucy’s bed, which was placed directly across from yours.
“i know! this is insane, i’m so excited,” lucy replied. today, you and your childhood best friend had just moved into your new college dorm. it was the start of your college experience, and the start of the rest of your life. ever since you were little, you had been dreaming of this moment. but more specifically, you had been dreaming of finding the perfect boyfriend. your parents had met in college, so it felt only right for you to meet the love of your life as well. to be honest, you’ve never been in a relationship before, so you were yearning to feel what it was like. the perfect man for you needs to have a stable future, so your parents would approve. and since you were a comp sci major, he needed to be in the stem field as well. on top of that, you were focused on landing a successful internship as a freshman, because you had so much coding experience already. everything was lined up perfectly for your future and you couldn’t wait.
you and lucy’s room was themed pink and white, with matching bed sets and flower tapestry hanging above your beds. on your nightstand was pictures of your family, friends, and pets. it was your childhood dream, everything was going according to plan.
“so, what should we do first? do you want to get food and maybe see some of the clubs?” you asked, eager to get out and meet people.
“yes! maybe we can also-” lucy started to say, until she was interrupted by loud music playing next door. you and lucy exchanged glances which clearly signaled you should go see what’s going on. after all, they are your neighbors for the year. you both slipped on your shoes and walked outside to knock on the door. you knocked twice and no one answered, because the music was so loud that it could be heard down the hall, which was starting to annoy you. who’s that disrespectful? you thought to yourself.
“should we just go in?” you asked lucy, and she just shrugged in response. you slowly cracked open the door and peaked inside. sitting at his desk was a guy working feverishly on his computer while bopping his head along to the music. all of his other things were in boxes, there wasn’t even a sheet on the bed— the only thing that was unpacked was two large speakers, a microphone, and a macbook. this guy couldn’t even unpack? he was getting on your nerves already. “um, hello?” you said loudly, trying to talk over the music. he either didn’t hear you or was ignoring you, so you tried again a little louder. “hello!” you yelled, and he finally looked up. he locked eyes with yours, and to your surprise, they were a beautiful hazel color.
“oh hey, sorry about that. i was just working on some music,” the guy said while turning down the volume so now it was only a little bit loud, but still louder than you would’ve liked.
“it’s okay. i’m y/n and this is my roommate lucy, we live next door,” you replied. at this point, the guy had stood up to say greet you. he was pretty tall, and extremely good looking.
“im vernon, nice to meet you both. i’m a music major, how about you guys?”
“i’m a comp sci major,” you said.
“i’m a psych major!” lucy chimed in.
“oh dope,” he replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and looking around awkwardly. it got quiet and no one knew what to say.
“alright, we’re gonna get going. see you later,” you said after a few seconds of silence. vernon waved goodbye and sat back in his chair while you and lucy walked out and back into your dorm. “that was so strange, plus who blasts music that loud? i swear he’s on my nerves already and school hasn’t even started yet,” you said to lucy.
“yeah, but he was cute though,” lucy said with a giggle. you rolled your eyes and grabbed her hand.
“cmon, let’s just go see the clubs now,” you replied, ignoring her comment and dragging her out of the room. the two of you walked out of the building, the faint noise of music not far behind.
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you didn’t get back to your dorm until around 12 am, because you were out socializing and meeting new people all day. it was so much fun, but all you wanted to do was sleep.
“ugh, i’m so exhausted!” lucy said as she crawled into bed after changing into pajamas.
“me too, i need a good night's sleep,” you replied and got into your bed as well. “goodnight lu,” you said to lucy as you plugged your phone in to charge and got ready to sleep.
“goodnight y/n!” lucy replied. you closed your eyes and drifted off to sleep after a successful first day of college.
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in the middle of the night, you were suddenly woken up by loud music coming from your neighbor, vernon’s room. you shot up and checked your phone: 2:54 am. lucy was still sleeping, which you were so jealous of. why did you have to be a light sleeper?
you groaned and fell back onto your bed, and tried to muffle the noise by folding your pillow over your ears. it was useless, vernon’s music was just too loud. at this point, you were mad. all you wanted to do was sleep and his obnoxious music was keeping you up. you got out of bed and marched over to his room. you didn’t even bother knocking, it was no use because his music was so loud.
“um hello? can you turn this off? i’m trying to sleep,” you yelled, trying to get vernon’s attention. his head shot up and he gave you an annoyed look.
“what’s the big deal? it’s just my music. it’s not even loud,” he replied.
“are you kidding me? its 3 am, these walls are thin. can’t you use headphones like everyone else?”
“it doesn’t sound as good,” vernon said. you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest.
“look, just shut it off so i don’t have to tell the RA. i just wanna sleep, you don’t wanna get in trouble. deal?” you said, tapping your foot impatiently.
“fine. but i plan on playing my music a lot. it helps me think,” he said.
“not at 3 am you’re not. this can’t happen again. i’m gonna need rest for class,” you said shortly, which made vernon chuckle. “what’s so funny?” you continued, and vernon just shrugged it off.
“nothing. goodnight y/n, i promise i won’t do this again,” vernon said, shutting his computer off. you ignored him and turned around to leave. as you were going, you noticed his stuff was now unpacked, and he had a lilo and stitch poster hung above his bed. you didn’t wanna admit, but it was kind of cute.
once you got back to your room, you climbed into bed and lucy woke up from the noise.
“what’s going on?” she said groggily, rubbing her eyes and leaning up to look at you.
“vernon was playing his music loud so i had to tell him to shut it off. so annoying,” you said with a yawn.
“you know, that music major might be into you,” lucy replied while lying back down.
“god no, he’s irritating, i don’t know how we’re gonna live next to him,” you said while looking over at lucy. before she could hear your reply, she had already passed out again. typical lucy.
you closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but for some reason you couldn’t. this time, it wasn’t the music— it was the music major.
seuncheol: He’d think it’s adorable and would be blinding in love with your bubbly excitement. For a second he’d question your actions but that thought would soon disappear when you make him laugh and he joins you and your bubble personality that they.
jeonghan: would question you a lot and try to keep a straight face or look at your a bit oddly. After time, he wouldn’t be able to hold in his warm feelings and would let out a laugh. He then continues to smile just watching from the side as you’re exploding with excitement and energy.
jisoo: Immediately breaks into a smile and slight breathy laugh. He wouldn’t care for the purpose of why you were hyper and would just enjoy the moment as he always would with you.
jun: At first wouldn’t like it but after a bit, he begins to love it. Your hyperness was cute to him and he would wish you were like that more some times. He loves you both when you’re not shy and when you are.
minghao: Personally, I don’t think it’d be his favourite side of young would prefer you shy and quiet but for this one time, he’d allow it and would only question it in his mind. Wouldn’t say a word while you’re hyper.
mingyu: he’s a puppy himself so he’d be head over heels in love with your hyperness. The two of you would probably create a mess being both hyper but it’d be a good time.
dk: all smiley about it and laughs a lot the whole time watching you jump around and be loud. Doing crazy things would get him in a positive energy and mood to join you. He’d just think that you’re super happy that day and that’s why you’re acting the way you are so he wouldn’t say anything about it to you.
hoshi: would try to calm you down since he’s not use to seeing you like this but it doesn't work so being the great boyfriend he is, he just lets you do whatever you want and makes you happy by being hyper with you haha.
wonwoo: first, stares at you blankly but as you continue to smile and be loud he would playfully make fun of you. He’d smile to himself and just think of what a crazy, lovely girlfriend he has.
woozi: he wouldn’t understand why you were acting the way you were and it would surprise him a lot. He’d question if you’re okay and why you’re so hyper but after a while he just wouldn’t care anymore and let you do you.
seungkwan: doesn’t care, actually will compete to see who’s the louder, hyper one.
vernon: loves it, makes him laugh a lot. Overall, happy with your hyperness and just loves watching you do the craziest things
dino: would be shocked and surprised like a few of the others. wouldn’t have words, kind of speechless. He wasn’t sure if he should ask you if you were okay or why you were like this so he’s just a bit jaw dropped as he watches you jump around the room like a child. He smiles for you but still doesn’t know how to react to this.
