first actual ..... x reader fic but idk if it went well.. ✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊
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english is not my first language so I apologize for any spelling/grammar mistakes!
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The sound of keyboard clicks fills your apartment while you lay sprawled half asleep on his bed, the room is dark and the only source of light came from Vernon's monitor and RGB keyboard. His voice echoes in the room as he speaks to his chat.
"Yo chat, should I go to bed?" Vernon mumbled lazily, leaning back in his chair, making it creak beneath his weight.
"My girl is sleepy and I think I should log off before she gets mad at me for staying up this late"
He glanced back at you before looking at his chat again, the comments already exploding with people begging him to play one more game
"Okay then, one more game" he hummed quietly into the mic, adjusting his posture to sit straight as he started yet another round of the game he'd been playing all night.
You let out a tired groan from his bed, burying your face deeper into his pillow, the fabric had a faint scent of his cologne.
Vernon glanced back for a second, his headset almost slipping off as he smiled softly at your sleepy form
"See? she's already mad"
the chat flooded with messages telling him to go sleep
"Relax chat, I'll survive" he mumbled, running a hand through his hair as he continued playing
Not even ten minutes later you felt the mattress dip slightly beside you
"You lost already?" you mumbled sleepily
"Nah" Vernon replied, pulling you into a warm hug from behind "I just like you more than ranked."
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Warning: mentions of puke and just blunt cringe first meeting ;-;
Summary: After long days of not seeing each other, the members of Seventeen decide that it would be a good idea to invite you to the set to cheer up a sulked Vernon.
Word Count : 1,9K
It had been days since you had last had a nice meal with your boyfriend of 6 months, promotions were tight and the comeback was soon, this was to be expected by you. You did know the relationship came with strings attached that could never be cut.
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The two of you had met 6 months prior to the comeback's announcement after meeting on a lonely winter night by the Han River. It was cringy and it was cheesy, but you wouldn't change the fact that your drunkness had caused you to trip over Hansol's leg, which was indeed tucked away and not on your way like you argued that day.
He apologized nonetheless, and you continued on your drunk arguing, finger pointed at him as you accused him of purposefully tripping you, which had never been the case. It wasn't any better when the man laughed at your actions causing you to get even redder with anger. A sudden wave of sickness hit you hard the next second, and before you even knew it you were doubling over and puking your dinner and cheap soju on the man's shoes.
The poor man was surprisingly nonacholantic to it all, and simply patted your back awkwardly as you emptied your stomach on his brand new shoes, that sure made you sober up and after heaving on top of him you woke back to life, standing up straight with wide eyes and covering your mouth.
“I’m so sorry!” You hurriedly said bowing fully at 90º, which was probably not the best idea as you felt your head throb.
“argh” you moaned in pain, grabbing onto your head.
“Are you okay?” the man asked you, your eyes looking ahead, his head lowered to look at you, worry flashing through his eyes, you nod standing back up.
“Your shoes…I’m sorry” you repeated, lips tight into a line as you eyed the disgusting cover on them.
"It 's fine. Really. Are you really okay though? Have you sobered up?” He joked, a slight smile on his face. Your face thankfully already red, doesn’t showcase the way your whole body burned up in embarrassment.
“I think so… I will pay for the cleaner-” you grimaced at the sight of his poor shoes.
“I’ll buy you new ones” you offered, sloppily reaching for your handbag, only to realize that it wasn’t there.
Frantic arms move around your body as your eyes move like crazy looking around the whole place.
“Did you lose something?” he questions, eyes also searching around.
“My…my bag” you sigh, hand moving from grabbing your head to your hair, brushing your hair away from your face.
“Gosh, I’m so stupid…”You mumbled, angry because you’re sober and recalling that you just lost your job and now angry because you’re sober, jobless and lost your wallet, phone and house keys.
You didn’t know it then, you didn’t get why he kept asking what color your bag was, the size and what belongings were inside along with your name. You soon learned that he was an idol as he removed his hood and mask.
He was none other than Vernon from Seventeen and he had just posted about a ‘friend’ who had lost her purse.
Shock wasn’t the best word to describe your feeling when you found out who he was, all of you wished to have superpowers so that you could make yourself disappear and erase his memory of you. Not only was he a famous idol whose group you knew and liked. But he was also your favorite member of said group…
It was a memorable event for the two of you, as by the end of the night and beginning of dawn you had bought him shoes at a local store that was somehow still open.
And then someone claimed the bag as a missing item and Hansol accompanied you to said location of the person who had in hand your belongings to make sure that it wasn’t a hoax nor dangerous.
The person was a girl, also a fan who handed you the bag and whom Vernon spoke to, thanking her deeply with you bowing in the background and thanking her for your life.
After it all, Vernon decided to give you his phone number, just in case you lost something important in public again. Taking use of it, you texted him after you two had said goodbye, him back almost out of sight.
“I lost something” you text.
“What was it?”
“You”
Given he came back, a small smile on his face.
The two of you decided to eat something together at 6am.
But now, sitting in your lonely studio apartment, you wondered how he was. He had begun to practice for a comeback as it was merely weeks away and he had a lot to do and practice. It made it hard to text and call each other, but worst to it was the fact that he now barely had time to even hang out with you.
Sitting on your small sofa you looked out your window as a drama played on your tv, the sound almost gone as your focus stayed on the lives outside in the busy streets of Seoul.
“For just how long will they be busy?” you whined, hand thrown back onto the head of the sofa sighing.
On your coffee table, your phone begins to vibrate, the name, ‘Scoops of Icecream’ flashing on your screen, a wide smile breaking out on your face as you hurriedly reach forward to answer the call.
“Hello?” you say, trying your best to conceal your happiness.
“Hey, Hey. Do you think you can stop real quick?” Seungcheol asked, sighing at the other end.
“Why? What’s wrong?” you ask, beginning to worry.
“The kids were playing and now Vernon is sulking over a game of mafia because of Mingyu” you could sense the eye roll, lips tight as you try not to burst out laughing as you hear him put the phone away from his ear to scream for the members to be quiet.
“I’ll be there in 20” you laugh softly.
“Thank you! Gotta go, Hoshi is- HOSHI!” the call disconnects before he can even finish, and you’re almost thankful seeing as if he called for Hoshi there would for sure be chaos occurring.
Just like you had told him you got there within 20 minutes of the call, walking with 4 trays of coffee and a bag filled with snacks that you had hurriedly bought from the stop beside your apartment.
“Y/N!” Dino almost runs as he catches sight of you at the entrance, the members all turning to look at the mention of your name.
Your eyes look around smiling and bowing slightly at everyone until your eyes reach your boyfriend’s.
Alike Seungcheol’s mention, he had a pout on his face, arms crossed over his chest, puppy eyes staring straight at you that almost screamed ‘unfair’.
“I brought coffee and snacks!” you raise the bags before plopping them down onto a nearby table.
“What brought you here?” Joshua smiles as he takes a coffee.
“I heard someone was sulking so I had to check it out” you joke, a loud huff being heard by everyone.
The members looked almost shocked, sure, Vernon liked to show emotion and he was great at expressing his feelings with his face, but noise? They had never expected him to be lousy with words, much less to make cute expressions or noises to catch the attention of someone.
“Mingyu, you should play gently” you laugh bumping onto his shoulder as he takes a chocolate bar from the bag.
“He’s the sore loser. I said that Jun’s the mafia but he didn’t believe me, said it was me and then got killed” he shrugs, to which you laughed.
Vernon finally stands up walking your way, you pout back at him just as he nears you and almost falls into your arms.
“I missed you” he mumbled sweetly, your hand instinctively pats at his back while the other runs through his hair.
“me too”
“Ey! Have some mercy to the single ones” Seungkwan groaned, taking a coffee and walking away with Jeonghan who winked at the two.
“What were you sulking about?” That was the hard question, and it was also the one with the longest response.
“Look! Mingyu was suspicious from the start! He even said he didn't’ know the rules”
“HOW WOULD HE NOT KNOW THE RULES?! TO MÁFIA!" Hoshi’s voice boomed through the music video set, his frame jumping from the couch and racing to the couple who was still standing by the table with the coffee and snacks.
The rest of the groups now watched attentively as Mingyu sipped on his cup, looking up from time to time.
“Mingyu was suspicious and Jun was just…quiet!” Vernon argued.
“I was right, just admit it. You got innocent killed” Mingyu counteredback, gasps heard all around.
“You -”
The argument was long as the three of them, Mingyu, Vernon and Hoshi argued against each other, most of the members having already gone back to the things, meanwhile Jun, alike his game persona per description of Vernon, watched very silently, a small smirk on his face.
His eyes connect with yours, you have to contain yourself not to snicker as the boy winks playfully, telling you all you needed to know. He would do it again.
“Ok, ok. How about this” you intervene between the men.
“Play again, see who is right now and who isn’t” you suggest.
Success, the three men manage to convince the whole group who is gathering around to play again as the staff assign roles.
“You okay? Wasn’t work hard today?” Vernon asks as he laces his fingers with yours, gently squeezing.
“It’s my day off today” you smile, his eyes widened. You could tell he was slightly embarrassed but you easily calm him by squeezing his hand.
“You’re busy, it’s fine. I get it. At least I got to see you today” you smiled comfortingly.
“I’m sorry for not being attentive to you” he pouts once more.
Your eyes lower to his lips, you notice how he puckers them even more, your eyes moving to his, his eyebrows raising playfully as he makes kissy noises.
You laugh, but nonetheless kiss his pouty lips, slightly dry and in definite need of some chapstick.
“I know, I know. I’ll put it on after” he grumbles, already aware of what you would complain about.
He licks his lips, pecking you just once more before he’s called onto the set to film another mafia game.
“Stay here! We’ll go out to eat after, I promise!” He smiles, moving towards his group, his hand still on yours until the very end. You nod enthusiastically, finally far as your hands disconnect and you sit back to watch the chaos.
This time, Joshua and Jeonghan were the mafias…
It was safe to say that Vernon’s bickering and pouting just got worse as he once more got fooled and you had to console the boy for the whole night.
You finally built enough courage to knock on the door and almost right away the door shot open. “Hey.” Vernon smiled “Hi.” you smiled back. He looked cute, his brown hair was messy and he wore a thrasher t-shirt with sweatpants as you wore a black crop top, leggings and a oversized denim ripped jacket.
“You look...” his voice trailed off. He wanted to say beautiful, shower you in compliments. The thing about vernon is that he’s not confident... at all, he can’t bring himself to say the things that he wants to say. “Look what?” You asked. “Cold, come in.” he said, stepping aside and letting you into his home.
You walked in and took your shoes off, admiring his home. He closed the door behind you and smiled, “Welcome to my humble abode.” he said. “Do you need anything? food? water? soda? slippers?” he asked, making sure you felt welcome and not uncomfortable. “No i’m fine, Vernon.”
You two stood there in silence, both of your heart races increasing by the second. “So, uh... upstairs? My room?” he asked, making you nod. He guided you upstairs to his room and closed the door behind him. You saw his room with grey walls and posters hanging in every possible corners of bands you introduced him to and rappers he’s always known and loved. “Like it?”
“Love it.” you smiled, admiring all the posters and music related things around the room. In the corner was his desk set up with a PC, head phones, soundboard and microphone. “Why haven’t you told anyone about this?” you gawked at his set up. “I’m just scared of what people will think.” He said nonchalantly. “I’m scared that people will hate it, tear my confidence down. This is what I love, the only thing i’m passionate about, I want to go to college for music, this is what I want.”
“You’ll do it. No matter how many people will tear you down, I’ll always be here to build you back up.” You smiled, making him blush. “So uh? The song?” he asked and rushed to the set up. He turned on the mic, plugged in the headphones and opened up an existing music file. The beat blasted through his headphones as you took a seat in his desk chair.
The beat was different, it was more soft, calm, more your style and vibe that he grew to love.
“If I am in your heart, If I am really in your heart Wherever you are
I will follow you. Even if we’re so busy
That we can’t see each other often If we get drunk on each other and fall asleep In the dreams, don’t hesitate. Lean on me.
We are doing well, So have strength
Even if you wake up from your dreams. If I’m really in your heart, Wherever you are I’ll be there.”
He rapped as he closed his eyes, knowing his lyrics off by heart. He was passionate about the song, he meant every lyric he wrote. You saw how out of his comfort zone this song was but saw his confidence peeking through, making you realize how you felt about him.
You liked Vernon.
You didn’t know how to accept these feelings at first but you’re accepting them now. You just adore the way he talks about music, you love his songs, you love that he has goals, you love his smile, the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you, the way your heart beats out of your chest when he looks into your eyes, you loved every second of it.
“Oh girl, you’re my answer, When things get hard, let’s hold hands, I’ll pat your shoulders. Sometimes, when you get tired from life, When things are hard, come to me.
Even though we don’t know, When our last will be, Even if something happens
And we can’t see each other.”
He kept rapping and after a couple more seconds, he finished the song, stopping the recording and smiling at you. He unplugged his headphones and played the song he recorded. You say back and listened, the song giving you chills from your head to your toe.
You loved it.
You were absolutely in love with it.
“What did you think?” he asked as it played. “I love it so much. It’s so good.” you smiled, continuing to listen to the lyrics. “I’m so glad you liked it.” Vernon smiled, a sense of relief rushing over him. “Can I ask who it’s about? You keep writing about love, who’s the girl?” You asked, as you swayed to the song.
Vernon’s breathing hitched, not knowing what to do. Should he tell you the truth? Or should he lie and tell you its about some random girl she doesn’t know. He’s been wanting to tell you this for so long, you’re here in front of him, alone, why not do it now?
“You.”
You looked up at him as your heart stopped. “What?” You asked. He sighed and walked over to you, holding your hands to help you stand up. He takes a deep breath and looks you in the eyes. “I like you, y/n.” he confessed, making you smile.
“I never really needed help with math, I just overheard the conversation between you and Seungkwan about Eddy pretending to not know anything about math so you guys can get closer. Ever since I first layed eyes on you I thought you were beautiful, I just didn’t know how to talk to you, I was scared. The song is about you, it’s for you. I want you with me, by my side if you want. I promise i’ll be there for you even when you feel like giving up I’ll always be there to support and care for you... I know i’m not the total package or your dream guy, but can you please just give me one chance—“
You cut him off by gently putting your lips on his, cupping his face as he put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer. You pulled away slowly with a smile. “I like you too. I’d love to be there for you too, if you’d let me.” You said, making him smile cheekily and move your hair out of your face.
“So beautiful.” he gawked making you blush. You quickly pouted and shook your head no. “So cute too.” He said, poking your nose. “Hey.” you pouted more, making him giggle. “Just kiss me again.” You said, pulling him close as he gently put your lips on yours once more.
The two of you continued to write and record music, dancing to music all night, and kissing and holding each other till dawn, relived that they finally had each other.
