something old, something new - ft. yuuta o. x fem!reader
cw: special grade reader inplied, fluff, lowk mean reader?, sassy yuuta ml
an: this isn't exactly how his ct works but the idea came to me while i was sleepy and i thought it was cute
“babe, are you ready? we're gonna be late-” yuuta's words came to a quick halt as he stepped into your shared bedroom, jaw almost falling slack at the sight infront of him. you, still clad in a towel, holding up two outfits on racks to rika— yes, his shikigami, rika. “what are you doing.”
gojo invited you both to a social networking event for sorcerers— mostly because he didn't want to attend alone, partly because he wanted you both to interact with other sorcerers that were on par with you. the event started at 7:30 and was a thirty minute drive. to be on time, you two would need to leave at seven; it was currently 6:45 and you weren't even dressed.
“i'm asking rika for her opinion, duh.” you responded with a roll of you eyes. meanwhile, rika lifted a pale, boney finger, pointing to the outfit on the right. “oh, i was thinking this one too. she has such good taste, doesn't she?” you beamed, holding up the outfit rika chose to yuuta, who was still standing in the doorway and absorbing everything around him. he never thought he'd meet a girl that didn't feel threatened by the curse lingering around him, much less befriending it “you could've asked me, y'know. i'm your boyfriend.”
at his words, you scoffed as a snarl curled at your lips. rika let out a child-like giggle, long fingers reaching out to you, gently curling a tress of your perfectly styled hair around jagged fingers. sometimes, he thought rika liked you more than she ever did him “rika's a girl. she understands these things better than you."
“i highly doubt that,” yuuta refuted, his tone carrying a hint of sass as he placed a hand on his hip. “you do realise rika still has the mentality of an eight year old, right?” at his words, you just scoffed with a dismissive wave of your hand as rika let out a wounded noise, scurrying behind your smaller frame. yuuta's face almost contorted in shock.
“tsk, you hurt her feelings," you stated before turning to rika, giving her a gentle pat on the.. nose? with a fond smile. “don't be sad. come, i'll let you help with my eyeliner.” rika immediately perked up at that, purring contently as she preened under your touch. yuuta stood in the doorway, betrayed and appalled, but he also knew that he'd never trade this for the world.
a couple months back you started kissing jihoon on the cheek a lot.
like, not on the cheek directly, but under his eye on the cheek. it's been random, usually when you've “felt like it”, and it's caused many flushed cheeks and red ears on jihoon. he always returned the kiss though, a small chaste peck back.
and recently, you've noticed that he has a new mole. it started small, like they usually do, and slowly got bigger and… it's where you usually kissed him on the cheek. huh.
“ji, do you believe in soulmates?” you asked one night, randomly, while laying on the couch in his studio.
he didn't react to your question— from what you could see at least— but after a beat or two he turned around and took his headphones off.
“what do you mean by soulmates— like someone you're destined to be with?” he stands, stretching, before sitting next to your waist.
“like, i dunno… yeah, someone you're made for i guess?” you look up at him. “something like that i think?”
“not soulmates, in that sense no… but i think you can make a soulmate. like us— we had to work for our relationship,” he smiles at you, caressing your face. “why?”
“...y’know the mole theory?”
he shakes his head. “explain?”
“like… you get moles where your past lover kissed you most, and i realized you got a new mole where i keep kissing you… do you think we were past lovers?”
he smiles, eyes turning to crescents as he laughs. he leans into you, kissing you under the eye. “yes, i do think so. i bet we’ll be future lovers too.”
you grin at him, giggling, and wrap your arms around his neck to bring him back down to your face. you kiss him on his new mole. “i bet we will be too.”
seungcheol nudges you as he approaches the couch, "hey. sit up for a moment," before he sits down behind you, already pulling you into his embrace. "you were busy today."
"mhm. had the energy, so... i did stuff that needed to get done."
"i don't mind doing some of it," he says quietly. "i know we've both been tired lately..."
(not both. not really. he rests well, yes, but both of you know how little energy you've had for the past few weeks alone. but there's something comforting about the way he phrases it. so you don't feel guilty, you know he'd say if you asked him about it. because you shouldn't feel guilty for listening to your body's limits.)
"i think i'm gonna be exhausted tomorrow," you admit quietly, resting your head against his chest. his heartbeat is faint through his t-shirt, but you can still make out the rhythm. "my back hurts already."
"i'll give you a massage after we eat," he says with a soft hum, eyes fluttering shut for a moment. his arms are strong and warm around you, a welcome place to rest after a long day. "let's rest together tomorrow, okay?" he takes your hand, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. "i'll spoil you."
don't you always? but you just smile, and snuggle in a little more. "i think i'd like that. thank you, cheollie."
and he chuckles softly. he's wrapped around your finger, and all it takes is that sweet cheollie to prove it. "i love you," he says quietly, giving you a gentle squeeze. "you did well today."
You're nestled in bed, snuggling into your warm blankets as you scroll through tiktok, giggling at your bright screen. It's an everyday ritual for you and Wonwoo to just cuddle and watch funny videos together at night before bed.
That night, it was particularly cold due to the heavy rain falling all day long. You don't think much as you throw a leg over Wonwoo's waist, but when you feel the sudden press of something cold against your calf, you flinch and hiss.
You look up at him, eyebrows pulled together. "Don't do that." You warn, twisting your body to have a better look at him. "Do what? I didn't do anything." He says innocently, though the smile on his face betrays him.
"Okay, okay. I won't do it again." He squeezes you close to him when he sees the glare you send his way. You hum in approval before leaning back into him, but soon, you feel it again. His cold foot touching your warm skin.
"Wonwoo!" You exclaim, sitting up straight. He laughs, adjusting his glasses. "You said you wouldn't do it again!" You whine, hitting his chest gently.
"Fine. I'm sorry baby, I swear I'll stop." He attempts to pacify you by pulling you back against him by wrapping his large arms around your waist.
As you settle down again, an evil thought crosses your mind. Swiftly, you pull up his shirt, pressing your cold hand against his abs. He gasps and tugs at your wrist. "Y/n, you're cold!" He groans, making you cackle. "Revenge baby, revenge." You mumble, leaning close to his face and pressing a soft, apologetic kiss to his lips.
ೃ⁀➷(a/n): I miss my man😔💔
Also, insomnia zero Wonwoo is my favourite Wonwoo.
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"wonwoo?" your voice is so soft now it instantly catches his attention, and he's already pausing his game. "sorry. this is stupid, but..."
it's one of those nights. he can see is plain as day on your face and in the way you fidget with your own sleeves. he can hear your sniffles and see the way you try to subtly wipe away tears. loving you is the easiest thing in the world for him to do, but he knows that sometimes it can be hard for you to accept it.
"can i... can you," you swallow hard, taking a breath and calming yourself down further. "can you just... hold me for a minute?"
he's already making space for you, saying a quick "of course," as he moves to welcome you into his embrace. he's not surprised when you move so that your ear is pressed against his clothed chest, the thin fabric of his t-shirt not enough to muffle his heartbeat. he wraps his arms around you, controller loosely held in one hand as he waits for you to settle completely.
"do you want to talk?" he says after a moment. you shake your head, and he lets the topic go: if you change your mind, you'll say it.
so he just presses a kiss onto the top of your head, and holds you while resuming his game for now. through your teary eyes, you just watch the screen, arms wrapped around him as you snuggle in a little closer.
"wonwoo?" your voice is still so soft. he looks down, and you just squeeze him as best as you can in this position. "i love you."
wonwoo just draws you in a little so that he can kiss your forehead, one arm staying secured around you. "i love you, too."
Summary: Hoshi tries to carry the world on his shoulders, but with one touch, you show him he doesn’t have to do it alone.
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The call came in the middle of the afternoon.
You glanced at your phone, confused when you saw Seungkwan’s name lighting up your screen.
The moment you answered, his worried voice came through.
“Can you come to the practice room?” he asked quickly. “It’s…Hoshi-hyung. He’s…not doing too well today.”
Your heart dropped.
You didn’t even hesitate — you grabbed your bag, swung by a nearby convenience store to grab some food and drinks, and made your way toward their practice room as fast as you could.
You knew this comeback was weighing heavily on Soonyoung.
He carried the weight of it all on his back without complaint — but even tigers needed someone to lean on.
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You reached the building, rushed up the familiar stairs, and pushed open the door to the practice room.
The air inside was thick.
Tension clung to the walls like fog — tired bodies sprawled out, dance moves echoing over and over again from the speakers, and in the center of it all, your boyfriend.
Jaw tight.
Eyebrows furrowed.
Shoulders tense.
That was not your Soonie.
You slipped inside quietly, several of the members spotting you immediately.
Joshua gave you a grateful look and quickly walked over, taking the bags of food out of your hands.
“Thanks for coming,” he whispered.
“He won’t listen to any of us right now.”
You nodded, giving him a small smile before making your way toward Soonyoung.
He was so focused he didn’t even notice you approach.
You hated seeing him like this — so serious, so cold — so un-Soonyoung.
The members weren’t scared of him — they were scared for him.
Because the Hoshi they knew would never snap unless he was overwhelmed past his limits.
You reached out gently, tapping him on the shoulder.
The reaction was instant — he whipped around sharply, mouth opening, frustration clear in his body.
But then his eyes landed on you.
And just like that — everything changed.
His entire body seemed to deflate.
His eyes softened, mouth closing without a word.
The tension melted from his shoulders as if seeing you had pressed some invisible release valve.
“Soonie,” you whispered, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck.
He let out a shuddering breath — one he didn’t even realize he’d been holding — and sank into you immediately.
Forehead resting on your shoulder.
Hands gripping your waist like you were the only real thing in the world.
You held him tightly, swaying the two of you gently back and forth.
No words. No pressure.
Just presence.
You could feel how tired he was — not just physically, but emotionally, mentally.
You kept holding him, threading your fingers through the back of his sweaty hair, whispering against his ear:
“I’m here. I’ve got you.”
After a few minutes, he finally pulled back, blinking at you like he wasn’t sure you were real.
You smiled and brushed your thumb against his cheek.
“Come eat,” you said gently. “You and the others need a break.”
He hesitated, guilt flashing across his face — but you shot him a look.
The Look.
The one that said no arguments.
And miraculously — he listened.
You led him over to where the members were already sitting, passing out the food you brought.
You sat next to Soonyoung, staying close enough that your knee brushed his, anchoring him.
The boys ate slowly at first, but hunger eventually won out.
You caught Soonyoung glancing at you between bites — like he still couldn’t believe you were here. Like if he blinked too hard, you might disappear.
After eating, they went back to practicing for a little while longer, but the energy was noticeably different.
Softer.
Less frantic.
More hopeful.
Because you were there.
Because now he could finally breathe.
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You waited patiently, sitting quietly against the mirrored wall, watching your boyfriend work through the final run-throughs.
He kept glancing over at you, as if drawing strength from your presence alone.
When they finally called it for the night, you were already standing, bag packed, hand outstretched toward him.
“You’re coming home with me,” you said firmly.
No argument.
No protest.
He just nodded, slipping his hand into yours.
As you left, you caught the quiet thanks whispered from his members.
Grateful.
Relieved.
You squeezed Soonyoung’s hand tighter in response.
I’ll take care of him.
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The ride to your apartment was mostly silent.
Soonyoung leaned his head against the car window, your hand never leaving his.
When you finally got home, you kicked off your shoes and turned to him immediately.
“Shower,” you ordered gently, reaching up to ruffle his hair.
He cracked the tiniest smile — the first real one you’d seen all day — and nodded, shuffling toward the bathroom.
You heard the shower turn on, and you curled up on the bed, scrolling aimlessly on your phone while you waited.
After about fifteen minutes, the bathroom door creaked open.
You looked up — and your heart melted.
Soonyoung stood there in one of your oversized hoodies and a pair of his own sweatpants, hair still damp, face scrubbed clean of all exhaustion and pressure.
He walked over wordlessly, plucking the phone out of your hands and tossing it gently onto the nightstand.
Then — he collapsed into your arms.
You let out a soft “oof” but immediately wrapped him up, pulling the blankets over the two of you.
He buried his face into your neck, arms wrapping tightly around your waist.
You held him, running your fingers slowly up and down his back.
Neither of you spoke for a long time.
He just breathed you in, as if trying to replace all the stress and tension in his body with the scent of you.
Finally, in a voice so small it almost broke you, he whispered:
“I’m sorry.”
You pulled back just enough to cup his face in your hands.
“You have nothing to apologize for,” you said firmly.
Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and you kissed his forehead gently.
“I know you,” you continued softly. “I know when you’re overwhelmed.
I know when you’re scared.
And I know you’d never hurt anyone — you’re just trying so hard to be perfect.”
His face crumpled slightly, and you wiped the tears away before they could fall.
“You don’t have to be perfect with me, Soonie,” you whispered. “You just have to be mine.”
He let out a shaky laugh, squeezing his eyes shut.
“I’m so tired,” he admitted brokenly. “I’m trying so hard, but it never feels like enough.”
You shook your head, pressing kisses across his cheeks, his forehead, his temple.
“It’s enough,” you whispered after every kiss.
“You’re enough.”
He clung to you tighter, finally letting the walls crumble completely.
And you stayed there with him, rocking him gently, whispering love into every inch of his tired heart.
That night, Soonyoung slept in your arms — safe, loved, and finally free from the crushing weight of expectation.
Because he knew, with you, he didn’t have to carry it all alone.
He just had to be himself.
And that would always, always be enough.
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I cannot believe that he’s next to leave guys omg😭 ALSO SEVENTEEN COMEBACK NEXT MONTHHH AND TOUR IM SO EXCITED!!!
Your two year old son, Jae has made his way into your bed with your husband, Wonwoo and then smacked his face.
Wonwoo shuffles and grabs Jae before he can land another harsh blow for a two year old.
You smile as you watch Wonwoo tickle Jae’s tummy before bringing Jae down to kiss his face all over. Jae tumbles off of Wonwoo’s chest and holds his shoulder, kissing Wonwoo’s cheeks over and over.
Wonwoo’s laughing, Jae’s laughing and your heart is so full.
You roll over to face them and watch as Jae’s whole face lights up at the sight of you.
“Umma!”
Jae gives you your fair share of kisses while Wonwoo burrows back under the covers, silently moving closer to you and throwing an arm around your waist.
“Jae, appa is falling asleep again! Go wake him up!” you whisper to your son.
Wonwoo smiles with his eyes still closed, gripping your waist even tighter as he’s attacked with more kisses from Jae.
after a while, the three of you settle down, quieter now that Jae is fast asleep in your arms.
“He’s gotten so big,” Wonwoo whispers from beside you, cradling Jae’s head softly.
“I hate watching him grow,” he says with a sigh, closing his eyes as the emotions start to rise in his chest.
You turn your head to look up at him, smiling a sad knowing smile. You feel the same way. Jae is technically no longer a baby but he’ll always be your baby.
This was a part of parenthood you weren’t prepared for.
But then again, you can’t prepare for these moments. You just have to absorb it all and hope you’re doing everything right.
“He looks just like you more and more everyday,” you tell Wonwoo with a smile.
Your husband smiles back at you and leans his head to press a soft but long kiss to your lips.
“I love you. Both of you,” Wonwoo whispers, wrapping his arms around his two favorite people tightly.
Every day, Wonwoo is grateful to be a dad. Nothing beats coming home to a toddler running up to him, so excited to see his dad. It makes any bad day become a good one.
Fatherhood has changed Wonwoo’s life. He never thought he’d have a child this early on in his life and for a while he was even afraid to be someone’s dad. He didn’t have pleasant experiences with his own dad and he was scared to project traumas onto a child of his own.
But Wonwoo is healing. He looks at his son and knows he could never treat him the way he was treated.
And maybe that’s what parenthood is all about. Learning and growing day by day.
you feel vernon chuckle, but you suppose it's because he saw something funny on his phone. still, with his head resting on your stomach, you don't notice the way he's looking up at you, phone long forgotten by now.
you scroll through your own social media in your phone, the device in one hand as your other one mindlessly caresses his head, your palm being tickled by the short, sharpish ends of his hair.
"did you like it?", he asks, making you look down at him.
"hm?"
"did you like my new haircut?"
you smile, running your fingers through the lack of hair in his round head.
"i'm still getting used to it, but it's nice", you nod. "did you like it?"
vernon shrugs, shifting slowly so he can now rest on his back in the bed, legs hanging out of it.
"it's easier, and it's definitely not too hot", he comments. "i think i pulled it off just great."
"you did. but then again, you can shave your head, dye it red and still look good."
he shakes his head, staring at the ceiling as he thinks.
"of course not", he sounds too serious, and for a moment you're ready to scold him if he starts to talk badly about himself. "it's so hard to get the red out of your hair afterwards, jihoon hyung and myungho hyung all had a hard time doing it so, i couldn't do it. maybe a light tone of blue? or grey, grey would be nice."
you laugh, especially because there's such a hard thinking look in vernon's face - you could swear he was trying to solve some huge mathematic problem, and not just thinking about what color to dye his buzzcut.
he turns his head to look up at you again, an endearing shine in his eyes as his smiles grow bigger by the second, too invested in the sight of you laughing.
"please, babe, never change."
and vernon doesn't plan to - he doesn't plan to change a thing in his life right now, other than maybe his hair again.
a/n: i went absolutely feral over buzzcut vernon, i LOVED it. if he ever dyes his hair blue or grey now, it will be on me.
pairing: vernon x reader
word count: 1.6k
warnings: none really. lots of kissing
author’s note: um… happy 2025? 🥲 i haven’t posted in forever, but here she is: part three! i would recommend reading both part one and part two for it to make sense :)
The knock on your door sounds. You’d been expecting it, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready for it.
You pad over to the door, opening it just enough to peek through, and when your eyes meet, Vernon absolutely lights up. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the way his smile widens just at the sight of you. He’s thrown on a hoodie, his hair is tousled from the wind, and he looks so cute that you suddenly panic. He’s in front of you, he came. You suddenly can’t seem to open the door any further.
He stares at you, the corner of his mouth lifting just slightly as you watch each other. “Are you going to let me in?” He finally asks with a raised eyebrow.
“Maybe.”
Vernon huffs out a laugh, which makes you smile a bit, too.
“Y/N,” he says slowly, “I need you to let me in.” He’s grinning now as he adds, “How can we be romantic if you don’t let me in?”
Your heart stutters against your chest. You open the door wider, enough for him to slip through. You avoid his eyes as you shut the door, before you’re pressing yourself against it. He laughs again as he slips out of his shoes — ever polite — and the sound makes you look up.
“Y/N,” he says your name again when your eyes meet. “It’s just me.”
“Yeah,” you say softly, and he takes a step towards you. He’s beaming at you in the softest, most confident, most Vernon-esque of ways. You could only ever dream of being so confident.
“Hi,” he breathes, and you can’t help but smile at that, letting out a soft huff of laughter. At the sound, his fingers find yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
“Hi.” Your voice is shy, timid even, as you return the greeting, but you don’t avert your eyes. You’re nervous, but this is Vernon. He wants this, too, you remind yourself. He’s all soft brown eyes and dark, long lashes, and you suddenly remember the last time you were this close to him. Your eyes fall to his lips at the memory, and he seems to be thinking the exact same thing, because it only takes him half a second to close the gap.
The kiss is chaste but it’s long and slow, his lips pressed to yours in a way that makes your toes curl. And when he pulls away and whispers, “Hi, baby,” you can’t help the way your knees buckle, just a little, before you recover and surge forward to kiss him again.
It’s you who tries to pull away first this time, but Vernon’s hand lifts to slide into the hair at the nape of your neck to keep you there just a little bit longer, earning him a soft gasp from you. You’re lost for breath when he breaks away. Neither of you speak for a minute, and you watch as his eyes trace lazily across your face. You know your face is flushed red, but somehow you can’t find it in you to care when he’s looking at you like this.
“Did you put on makeup?” He finally speaks, breaking the silence, and it takes you a second to register what he’s said.
You blink at him, your eyebrows furrowed as you say, “Huh?”
He repeats himself, smile growing. “Did you put on makeup since we called a half hour ago?”
Oh.
If you weren't embarrassed before, you are now. The smirk on his face lets you know that he already knows the answer to his question — and that it pleases him a great deal. You let out a whine, falling forward to rest your head against the front of his sweater in embarrassment.
“Cute,” he says against your hair. You whine again, pulling away from him and pouting. He laughs, squeezing your arms before heading into your living room as if he hadn’t just kissed you senseless in your front hall. You stare at him as he calls back over his shoulder, “You’re cute. With or without makeup.”
You follow him, embarrassed that he’d called you out but now reeling at him calling you cute. First, he’d called you baby with ease, and now he’s paying you flirty compliments without a second thought. You are not going to survive this.
You don’t know what you expected, but Vernon doesn’t kiss you again for what feels like forever. In fact, everything is relatively normal for a hangout with the two of you, except that he’s got you pulled into his side while you try to pick a movie. Or, rather — while he tries to pick a movie. All you can do is think about how close he is to you, about how much you want to be kissing him again. About how calm he seems about all of this.
Vernon seems to realize you’re not fully with him when he repeats his question for the third time. “Y/N?” He tries, a hand moving to squeeze your knee, and you jump a little. “You good?” When your eyes meet his, you know it’s over for you. He furrows his brows again, removes his hand from your leg and shifts away from you as he opens his mouth to say, “If you’re uncomfortable, we don’t have to —“
“Can you kiss me again?”
You’ve caught him off guard, you can tell, because his mouth hangs open for a moment, blinking down at you. Your cheeks are flaming red, you’re certain of it.
“Sorry! If you don’t want to we can just—“
“Baby,” he breathes out, voice low and breathless, before his hand is on your face and his mouth is on yours again. It surprises you, the fierceness of it, and your hand flies to grasp his wrist as he kisses you. He kisses you, slow and deep, pulling away after what both feels like forever and absolutely not long enough just to say, “You don’t even have to ask.”
It’s you that pulls him back in this time.
You don’t know how long you spend making out with Vernon on your couch — you don’t care to check. You think it’s hours, maybe, and you only stop when it’s physically impossible for either of you to breathe. When he pulls away, hair a mess from where you’d gotten bold enough to run your fingers through it, he simply looks you over, dazed smile wide on his lips as he does.
“Pretty,” he says easily, pressing another kiss against your mouth before settling back to take a breather. Somehow, that’s what gets you.
You settle back against him, much more at ease this time, but when you feel Vernon’s eyes on you, you know he can tell something is still up with you.
“Hey.” You look up at him, and he pokes you gently in the middle of your forehead. “What’s going on in there?”
You flush. You hate that he knows you so well. “I’m just…”
“Yeah?”
You’re silent for a moment or two. Your eyes fly to his when you feel his thumb gently pull your lip free from where you’ve been chewing at it.
“We just made out on your couch for a substantial amount of time,” he says nonchalantly. “I’d hope you can tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“See,” you protest, “that. How is it so… easy for you?”
Vernon’s eyebrows furrow. “What do you mean?”
You gesture between the two of you. “This.”
“Well,” he says after a moment, “you're easy to be with.”
“Vernon,” you whine. “That’s not what I meant.”
He shrugs. “I mean it. Being with you like this,” he emphasizes, “is easy.”
“Okay, but how?”
You watch as he thinks before he answers, eyebrows knit together in that Vernon way of his. It’s one thing you love about him — he’s always been a bit of an enigma, but so, so patient with you when you need help figuring him out. “I don’t really know how to explain it any other way,” he starts after a moment. “I just… want to kiss you, so I do. I want to tell you that you’re pretty, so I do. I’ve been thinking about these things for so long that it just feels normal, I guess.”
You ponder his words, your tummy fluttering at his simple explanation. “How long?”
“Hmm?”
“How long have you felt this way?”
Vernon hums, fingers lifting to run through his hair. “I’m not sure exactly when it started, honestly, but… it’s been a while.’
”I had no idea,” you admit quietly, and Vernon’s mouth quirks up.
”Clearly.”
“Hey,” you protest with a pout, and he laughs, but reaches out to grasp your fingers. “I guess I’m just unsure,” you say softly. “About what this all means.”
Vernon nods. “It means that I’ve liked you for a very long time,” he says, straight and to the point. Your cheeks flush, and he says his next words quietly. “It means that you need to tell me now if you don’t want to be more than friends.”
“I do,” you say quickly, and Vernon’s mouth quirks up at the side. “I just… want to keep you as my friend, too.”
“A friend you kiss and hold hands with and go out on dates with sounds pretty great to me.”
You smile at that. “Yeah, it does.”
He watches you for a moment, his face growing a bit more serious. “I’m still your friend,” he reassures you quietly, and you nod.
“A special kind of friend.” You’re smiling even more now, and his expression shifts to mirror yours again as you wiggle your eyebrows.
Vernon leans back against the couch. “If only there was a word for that.”
“If only.”
You beam at him from across the couch, and his eyebrows raise in a teasing challenge. You don’t mind letting him win this one as you break, as you close the distance and cuddle back into his side, the smile on your face so wide it hurts as you say your next words.
“Great. Now pick a movie, boyfriend.”
A/N: it’s been so long, so sorry if you don’t want to be tagged! just shoot me a message if you wanna be removed :)
wonwoo is not much of an affection giver but he definitely doesn't mind receiving it, especially if it's from you.
he doesn't mind the weight of your head on his broad shoulders after a long day and you're already feeling drowsy. he would even offer a hand to rub on your back or squeeze against your waist as an added comfort.
he doesn't mind the arms that wrap around his shoulders or the head that found its place in his neck from behind as he sat gaming. if anything, he would remove his headphones so he can listen and respond to whatever you have to tell him.
he doesn't mind the kisses you pepper on his face on a random friday night after you’ve finished a chore and just saw him cutely sitting on the couch. he may scrunch his face in faux annoyance but the smile that comes with it gives him away.
he doesn’t mind the soft tugs on the sleeves of his sweater that excitedly leads him to a shop where you saw a rare figurine that you’ve been eyeing on. he might throw a “what would be the purpose of that? i’m sure you’ll just let it rot on the shelf and be covered in dust” all the while his hands are already fishing for his card in his wallet to give you.
he doesn’t mind the hand that always reach for his when you’re outside, or the homemade snacks that is served on the table as he stayed focus on his game, or your invites to try a couple trend with him, maybe the random bites on his arms and cheeks when you’re having cuteness aggression also?
no, wonwoo most definitely do not mind any of those, as long as and as far it is you and only you who give it to him.
quality time with woozi consists of both of you staying in his studio ‘til late at night, just basking on each other’s presence as you accompany him in whatever music-related he is doing. your legs are folded and propped up on the swivel chair he specifically bought for you to be placed in his space with your head leaning back on its headrest. from time to time, woozi would look over your side, soft whispers of “how’s this?” or “what about this?” are dispersed through the air as he clicked on the different tunes and beats he personally mixed together.
due to the comfortable silence brought by your comfort person, you can’t help but slowly doze off to sleep. woozi, having just finished another mix, glances on your direction to once again hear your opinion only to find you in that state— head almost falling off the headrest with light snores coming out from your slightly-opened mouth. a confused “oh?” would be followed by a teasing “this person, really?” he scoffed “‘i drank coffee, i wouldn’t sleep on you this time’ my face”. even so, he couldn’t help the tug on his heart and the smile threatening to break his teasing demeanor at the sight.
not long after, loose strands of hair covering your face would be tucked away, caresses on your cheek would be felt, and a soft kiss on your forehead would linger waking you from your nap. “wanna go home now?” he whispered. you nod as a response, mouth stretching in a yawn. there it is again, the fluttering right in his chest. in no time, both of you are packed up and ready to leave the universe factory, a witness to the love, time, and comfort that only the two of you share.
jeonghan sighs happily as he lays himself on top of you, face burried where your neck meets your shoulder. he doesn't move, just breathe peacefully as your fingers brush his skin underneath his grey shirt. his long hair tickles your chin a bit, but the nice smell of shampoo is enough to make you resist moving around.
"is this what you wanted?", he murmurs, voice muffled by your skin.
"yeah", you sigh. "thank you."
having jeonghan's weight on top of you sometimes help with your anxiety, or the feeling of being out of control, or the feeling of being depressed, or the feeling of floating around and not being inside your own body...
it just helps - and he knows that. so whenever you ask him to lay on top of you, he doesn't even question anymore. he either tells you to wait in bed or the couch, or he pulls you towards one of them, quietly nodding at your request.
"anytime, love", jeonghan says, pressing a kiss to your neck. "you wanna talk about it?"
"no", you shake your head. "just being like this is enough today."
"okay."
and so he doesn't talk anymore. jeonghan just stay there, trying not to move anymore neither, until you tell him you're good to go. he could easily sleep on top of you - like he has done before -, but something tells him to stay awake this time, to just wait for your word and not leave you.
but honestly? it isn't that hard. jeonghan could never, ever leave you.
after a long day of not seeing mingyu and finally going home to him, he would invite you to sit down on the couch, all lights are off except the dim ones, the steam of the hot chocolate he prepared resonates with the warmth of his eyes as he looks at you. his hands would lift your thighs to rest on his with the tips of his fingers lightly caressing your knees right after as he listens intently with a nod here and there to how your day went. sometimes, his hand goes even further, grazing your inner thighs creating a ticklish sensation that distracts you from your speech. it isn’t much, but it surely envelopes you with comfort that nothing could compare to.
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