Mr Exterminator, Joshua Hong.

— mr exterminator, joshua hong.

fluff | 926

joshua hears the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing then opening again.

“honey?” you call out softly and joshua immediately gets up from where he was sitting.

“yeah?” he asks as he walks over to you.

you point into the bathroom, “there’s a bug in there. can you get it?”

“a bug?” joshua stretches his neck to peek inside and he sees the insect you’re talking about. it doesn’t look that bad, it’s not that big, he thinks. “yeah, don’t worry. i’ll take care of it.”

he steps one foot into the bathroom and has one hand on the door frame, he takes in a deep breath to prepare himself and then he disappears into the bathroom and closes the door behind him to prevent the insect from escaping. you decide to go into the living room, nearer to the front door, just in case.

it was silent for a couple of minutes and you think that maybe joshua had successfully caught it.

“did you get it?” you call out then there was a scream.

the door flies open and joshua is sprinting towards you. “why didn’t you tell me it can fly?!”

your eyes widen and you’re trying not to laugh at his red face as he’s panting. “i didn’t know that. i saw it in the bathroom and came outside immediately to ask for your help.”

joshua turns to look in the direction of the bathroom, contemplating if he should try again.

“so i take it as you didn’t catch it?”

he turns back to you with a pout, “no. it started flying when i threw a piece of toilet paper at it and i ran out.”

you pat his arm with a soft chuckle. “don’t worry about it, i’ll go next door and see if cheol is around to help.”

joshua grabs your wrist as you’re turning to open the door, “cheol?”

“yeah, my next door neighbour.” you say matter-of-factly.

“you have a nickname for your next door neighbour that i’ve never heard about?” his brows furrowed.

“he moved in maybe two months ago? he’s around our age, really nice and friendly guy. he helped me kill a huge cockroach last week too because it was the middle of the night and i didn’t want to call you over just to kill a cockroach.”

the pout on joshua’s face grows bigger, “you can call me for help at any time. you know that right?”

“honey, i was trying to save you from the embarrassment.” you give him your best puppy dog eyes, “do you really think you can kill a cockroach?”

joshua exhales, “no. but i could have tried.”

“do you want to try getting the bug in the bathroom again then?”

he thinks for a while then shakes his head, “go get your neighbour.”

you return with seungcheol after a few minutes. “this is seungcheol,” you gesture to your neighbour and before you can introduce joshua to him, he already has his hand out.

“hi, i’m y/n’s boyfriend.” he shakes seungcheol’s hand with a tight grip.

seungcheol shoots him a smile, “ahhh. so you’re the boyfriend i always hear about.”

joshua scrunches his face slightly before nodding, “that’s me. i’m the boyfriend.”

you nudge joshua lightly with your elbow and he lets go of seungcheol’s hand.

“so where’s the bug?” seungcheol asks.

“in that bathroom,” joshua points to it. “do you need me to go with you?”

“no, it’s fine. i can handle it.”

“thanks cheol!” you call out as seungcheol goes into the bathroom and you turn to your boyfriend once you see the door shuts. “what was that about?”

joshua gives you a confused look, “what was what?”

“the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shrugs and turns away from you.

you move in front of him again to cup his cheeks with your hands and get his eyes to meet yours. “honey, are you feeling bad because you couldn’t catch the bug?”

his shoulders drop with a deep sigh, “i’m such a useless boyfriend. i can’t even catch a stupid bug for you.”

you smile at him as you squeeze his cheeks softly, “you’re not useless. it’s just a bug, it’s not a big deal.”

“yeah, but you had to turn to a neighbour for help instead of looking for me, your boyfriend.” the pout appears on his face again.

“shua,” you remove your hands from his face to lace your fingers with his. “it was 2am, i can’t be making you drive 30 minutes just to come kill a cockroach.”

joshua tugs you closer to him, your bodies almost touching. “then how about i move in instead so i’ll be around all the time?”

“that’s fine with me but are you capable of killing a cockroach though?” you tilt your head at him and raise your brows before quickly adding, “or any other insects for that matter.”

he wraps one arm around you to pull you into his chest, “i probably could if i tried really, really hard.”

“then do you want to go ask cheol to leave so you can take over?”

joshua purses his lips together, “nah. i’ll let mr exterminator have this one.”

“what do you have against cheol? he’s helping us here.”

“i don’t have anything against him but why is he taking over my boyfriend duties?” he groans.

“maybe because my boyfriend can’t fulfill said duties,” you tell him with a laugh.

joshua rolls his eyes at you, “that’s it. i’m insect proofing your apartment tomorrow.”

can you do seventeen hip hop unit headcanons where they’re having rough sex and they spit in readers mouth? 🤠

❝ open wide ❞

hip hop unit x fem!reader

warnings: sub reader, choking, spit kink, marking, pet names (baby, good girl), creampie, the boys are dominant

wc: 300 mlist

seungcheol! had you against the counter. his hips roughly snapping against yours. “fuck,” he grunted. his hand move to your throat applying pressure. “more cheolie more,” you begged. your whines only made him thrust into deeper and faster. “who’s pussy is this?” he thrusted. you whined, clawing his back. “who’s pussy?” he snapped. “y-yours,” you whined. seungcheol smirked. “open,” you opened your mouth letting seungcheol spit in it. he patted your cheek. “good fucking girl.”

wonwoo! couldn’t stop thinking about it. he heard about it from his friends and the thought of spitting in your mouth, has plagued his mind. his hands tightly gripped your hips as he pounded into you. “oh fuck, fuck,” he slowed his pace causing you to whine. “baby can i try something?” he asked. you nodded, “open your mouth.” your mouth opened. wonwoo took his chance to spit, you moaned swallowing. “fuck baby that was so hot.” he quickened his pace.

mingyu! does it every time before he cums. he’s already made you cum three times, he’s working on the fourth. mingyu loves him to finish inside you. his hand had a bruising grip on your hip with his left hand, his right tightly wrapped around your throat. “open up baby,” you opened your mouth letting in his spit. as you swallowed mingyu shot his hot load into your aching cunt.

vernon! first brought it up as a joke. he wasn’t expecting you to be into it. when you kneeled before him with your mouth open he took the chance. “swallow it,” you swallowed his salvia then stuck your tongue back out. “oh fuck, come here.” he flipped you onto your back before pounding his cock into you. “that’s it baby girl take it,” he smirked when you opened your mouth again allowing him to spit.

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author’s note! those pictures mingyu posted have been plaguing my mind

love, echo ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪

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oh gosh cutie

hihi could you write a fic with the prompts

it's very rude to stare + you look better in my clothes than i do with Vernon

hey, good lookin' — chwe hansol | 1,135 words | fluff

feel free to sue me because i couldn't find any other way to write this except for f2l. thank you for requesting!!!

gender neutral reader. warnings: reader has slightly long hair.

“i think he hates me,” you say, leaning down to wash your hair in the sink for the last time. you’d almost forgotten how annoying it was to get sand out of your hair.

“no, he doesn’t,” vernon says, from where he’s sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat, watching you as you work.

“how do you know that?”

“i know what he’s like when he hates someone, and that’s not what he was like with you. it was just a mistake. you saw how he tripped before he tripped you, right?”

“that’s not good enough,” you grumble, turning off the tap. cold water runs down your neck, adding to the cold you’re already feeling from your wet clothes sticking to your skin. “he could’ve just fallen by himself. he didn’t need to pull me down, too. why did he do that?”

“i don’t know. but he doesn’t hate you, i promise.”

you stand up straight, an idea striking you. “i know why.”

“hmm?”

“he’s just jealous i’m your other best friend.”

vernon lets out an unrestrained snort at that, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “then he’d also be jealous of the fact that i have eleven other best friends, apart from you guys.”

“yeah, but we’re like your…best best friends. right?”

“right,” he says, a smile on his face. “my best best friends who hang out even without me sometimes. seungkwan definitely hates you.”

“ugh.” you hate when vernon makes sense, which is almost always. “then it’s probably because that ice cream in the fridge i ate was his.”

“maybe.”

“how am i supposed to know what belongs to who? don’t you guys label your food when you keep leftovers in the fridge?”

“nah. we’re kinda lazy.”

“i’m never going to understand how you didn’t end up killing each other over the years,” you say shaking your head.

“it's the power of friendship,” vernon says, deadpan.

you focus on not looking at him as you rub your hair with the towel he’s given you. you also try not to focus on the fact that you’re alone in the bathroom with your best friend who also happens to be your crush. even if he’s just watching you towel your hair dry. you probably look like a sad, wet puppy.

how romantic.

“okay, now what?” you ask, gesturing to yourself. your clothes are still as wet as they were twenty minutes ago. “think you can chuck me in the dryer for a while? till i get dry?”

vernon gets to his feet. “don’t worry, i have a spare set of clothes for this exact reason.”

“seungkwan pushing you into the ocean being the reason?”

“accidents,” he calls out. you wait patiently for him as he gets you a shirt and sweats, both of which are perfectly oversized.

it’s not the first time you’ve worn his clothes, thanks to your sleepovers or that one time you turned up to his house drenched in the rain, but it never fails to make you feel the same way — tingly, shy, feeling like someone you’re not.

you step out of the bathroom after giving yourself one last look to find vernon thumbing through his phone. you’re going to have to get ready for dinner now if you want to be on time.

you catch vernon’s gaze in the mirror as you comb your hair, making sure it’s not dripping into his clothes, but he doesn’t stop looking at you even when you move across the room to dry the towel on a chair. it’s only when you throw the towel at his head that he finally blinks out of his daze. it’s weird.

you know he zones out sometimes, thinking about something else while staring at nothing in particular. this is different. he’s focusing. on you. till you got him to stop, at least.

“it’s very rude to stare,” you say, picking up your towel. “don’t you know that?”

“sorry,” vernon says, licking his lips. “i didn’t mean to. you just…”

“what?”

“nothing. sorry,” he says, pocketing his phone. “think we’ll get late if we don’t leave now.”

you feel odd standing in his room, in his clothes. he’s never looked at you like that before. “do i…look weird? is that it?”

vernon turns to look up at you, a frown on his features. “no. of course not. you’ve never looked weird. if anything, you look good.”

oh. he’s never said that before, either.

“…even with my hair all weird?”

“even then. come here?” he asks, and you comply, standing in front of him where he’s sitting. he holds his hoodie up to you. “it’s still cold outside. wear this.”

there’s something…intimate about wearing his hoodie. it’s something he uses every single day, it’s one of his favourite possessions, and he doesn’t part with it so easily. still, you don’t question it as you slip it on, feeling warmer the moment you wear it.

and he’s looking at you again. it ignites a weird feeling in your stomach, like he’s looking at something you’re not aware of.

“vernon, i swear if you don’t tell me what’s up i’ll ask seungkwan to push—”

“you look better in my clothes than i do,” vernon says, not breaking eye contact. “i never realized that before.”

“i…what? don’t stay stuff like that,” you chide him, feeling your skin heat up.

“why not?”

“because it sounds like a...pickup line.”

“it doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.” his eyes are fixed on the way you’re playing with the sweater paws, and it makes you want to say something completely outrageous. enough to destroy your friendship.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask, instead.

“just that you look good in my clothes. nothing more.”

“that’s not something friends just…say to each other,” you mumble.

“that would be an issue if i wanted us to be just friends, wouldn’t it?”

“you…” you turn to look at him. there’s a neutral expression on his face, but you can tell he’s nervous, the way his brown eyes are looking at you. “want to be…more?”

“if i do?”

how is he so nonchalant about this?

“i won’t say no,” you say, reaching out for his hand. he gives it to you instantly. “but…i don’t want this to be a prank, either.”

“it’s not,” vernon assures you, squeezing your hand. “took me long enough to get here.” he pulls you down onto his lap. “and for the record, seungkwan told me he had a plan to help me confess,” he says, looking up at you apologetically. “i just didn’t expect him to do that.”

your heart’s racing, but you somehow manage to thread a hand through vernon’s hair. “guess we’ll have to get him all that ice cream back, then.”

“see? he doesn’t hate you.”

"bug"

tldr: all the ways vernon uses your nickname

a/n: not proofread. also, stoner!vernon is alive and well in this.

deadpans: in the middle of the night

“bug.” he startles you. he can somehow sense your eyes on him even with closed lids. you thought he was asleep and he should be considering the time and his schedule in the morning. 

“why aren’t you asleep?” you almost tell him you were just thinking the same thing about him but instead you just giggle when he cracks one eye open to peer up at you leaning over him. you hadn’t meant to wake him up but you were so hungry and he always made ramen the best for you. 

“you’re lucky i love you, bug” and you thought about how true that statement was as you followed him from the bedroom into the kitchen, perching yourself on the counter as he got the hot water going to make your snack for you. 

cheers: from across the practice room

“Bug!” after a long day of practice, and a longer night ahead, he shouted when he saw you enter the room with food. the oily smell of fried chicken wafted through the air and if his shouting didn’t catch everyone’s attention, that did.

he bounds across the room to you in five strides, carefully setting the plastic bags you were carrying down on the ground before squishing you into a bone-crushing hug. 

“you’re the best” he whispers into your ear, his breath setting your sensitive skin on fire. you blush, telling him it was no problem, the chicken shop was practically on the way. he pulls back, smiling at you so big your cheeks hurt just looking at him. you reach a hand up to his cheek, returning his smile with one of your own. he nuzzles into your hand wrapping his fingers around your wrist, holding your hand in place. 

“Yah! you turn to see Suengkwan, “Stop being gross in front of the food!” 

giggles: when he puffs the smoke from his lungs

“bug” he chuckles when you look at him with blown-out pupils and a soft smile. you were sitting across from him on the floor of your living room as a movie played softly in the background. star wars, you think. It was nice to spend this time together after a long week of schedules and shifts.

“do you want any more of this?” he asked you, lazy smile on his face as he held the blunt out to you. there was about half left and you hate the roach so you take it from his hand, huffing a few more drags. you were pleasantly high and so was he. you hold the blunt out for him to take, and he leans in wrapping his lips around the end, and breathes in deep, looking into your eyes the entire time. 

he exhales and you’re on him in an instant, joint forgotten in the ashtray on your coffee table. you climb into his lap not wanting to be away from him any longer. he smiles at you, wrapping his arms around your waist to hold you in place. “can’t resist me can you, bug?”

coughs: with your back turned

“bug” he sounds so pathetic. you turn around, careful of the tray in your hands holding a half-empty bowl of soup he was too sick to finish. you raise a brow at him, wondering what else he could possibly need. you had gotten him everything he asked for these last couple of days while he’s been home sick from his schedule. 

“when you come back, can we cuddle?” and you melt. the way his eyes are half closed and he’s barely able to lift his head off the pillow. you nod, hurrying quickly to the kitchen to clean the dishes. 

walking back into the bedroom, you can see he fell asleep in your short absence. you shake your head, supposing you should give him the cuddles he asked for earlier. climbing in next to him, already feeling warm from the heat radiating from his feverish body. he snuggles in closer, humming to himself, “much better, bug.”

chokes out: over the phone

“bug-” the broken word stops your heart. He’s clearly crying, or had been recently since his voice is still thick. he’d been in japan for over a week working on promotions with his members. the distance was tough, but nothing you hadn't dealt with before. 

‘i miss you so much” he finally lets out after much prodding on your end. he was never very forthcoming about his emotions, especially negative ones. it took a long time to get him to open up to you so you knew you had to tread lightly or he might clam up again. 

you stayed up that night, talking to him on the phone, calming him down so he could get some sleep for his big schedule tomorrow. sniffles gone and tears dried, you finally float the idea of going to bed by him and you can hear the pout in his voice when he asks, “stay on the phone a bit longer with me, bug?”

the reason of thirteen smiles (97z)

95z / 96z / 97z / 98z+99

PAIRING seokmin, mingyu, and minghao (separately) x fem! reader GENRE fluff, comfort | 1.5k words | all established relationships SYPNOSIS the reason behind thirteen smiles (is you). NOTE sorry this took so long to update! i got a bit carried away with this one, but hope you all love it.

LEE SEOKMIN

seokmin finally walks into the green room after finishing his soundcheck moments before.

it was the opening night of seokmin’s musical, one that he was somehow balancing with his idol schedule, and you were supposed to be at the theater by now to see him before the show started.

he fishes his phone out to see that you left him a voice message thirty minutes ago. he quickly unlocks it, eager to hear your voice.

“hey baby,” your voice comes through, calming seokmin down as he sits on the couch, placing his phone on speaker. he grabs a water bottle to ensure his throat isn’t dry.

“i’m sorry, but i don’t think i’m making it to your show tonight.”

seokmin freezes from opening the cap of his water bottle, listening intently to the end of your message.

“something from work came up, and i really can’t be there. i'm so sorry, love, but i'll see you at home, okay?”

seokmin frowns as the message ends, disappointment filling his face. he sighs deeply, picking up his phone to type out a message, but he’s interrupted by a voice.

“seokmin! time to go now,” calls the stage manager from the doorway.

seokmin shakes his head, sending you a quick message. he walks out of the room, fake smile on display as he greets his cast members.

seokmin it's okay, baby. see you at home! i love you :)

after the show, seungkwan and jisoo join seokmin’s side to congratulate him.

“that performance was amazing!” seungkwan says, patting seokmin on the back while seokmin simply waves him off with a blush.

“no, really, that was amazing, seokmin!” jisoo adds, his eyes wide with excitement as they all walk to seokmin’s dressing room.

“thanks for coming, guys. it means a lot,” seokmin responds with a grateful smile. he knew the members’ schedules were packed, especially on a friday night, so he was touched that his two friends showed up.

the three arrive outside seokmin's door, and he motions towards the room. “we can go grab dinner. i just need to grab my phone.”

surprisingly, seungkwan shakes his head with a knowing smile. “you're going to take a little long.”

jisoo nods enthusiastically. “yeah, we’ll wait in the parking lot. take your time!”

both of them run off, causing seokmin to tilt his head in confusion. “see you later?” he trails off before turning the knob and walking into the room.

“surprise!” you run up to seokmin with a bouquet of flowers, hugging him immediately. seokmin stills, trying to comprehend that you’re here.

“love, didn’t you say you couldn’t make it?” he asks, his voice full of disbelief and joy.

you pull slightly away to see seokmin’s face, “i lied, but it was because i wanted to surprise you. you were amazing, by the way.”

seokmin's eyes widen, “you were in the crowd?”

you laugh, “of course! i made it right before they closed the doors. i couldn’t miss my boyfriend’s opening night, could i?”

seokmin takes the bouquet, setting it down on the table nearby, before pulling you closer. “i thought you couldn’t make it,” he murmurs.

you rest your head on his shoulder, “were you disappointed when i said i couldn’t make it tonight?”

seokmin slowly nods, “i was, but i also know you’ve been busy with work recently. so thank you for coming.”

you press a gentle kiss on seokmin’s lips before taking his hand. “i will always be here to support you.”

“now, should we go eat? i know seungkwan's waiting for you to buy him dinner,” you say with a playful smile.

seokmin chuckles, his eyes sparkling with happiness. “you're right, he’s probably starving.”

you pick up the bouquet, dragging seokmin outside the room and toward the parking lot.

seokmin smiles because he knows that no matter how busy life gets, you will always find a way to be there for his accomplishments.

KIM MINGYU

you and mingyu are snuggled on the couch, enjoying a cozy date night.

“that looks so good,” mingyu exclaims, pointing at the screen where a chef elegantly assembles a tiramisu. his eyes are wide with longing as he watches the dessert. you hum in agreement, and while mingyu is engrossed in the show, you quietly pick up your phone.

“why can’t they sell tiramisu near us?” mingyu sighs, a rhetorical question hanging in the air as he finally turns his head to look at you.

mingyu feels slightly ignored when he notices you’re not paying attention to the show anymore, but he doesn’t say anything, figuring you might be busy with something important.

the next day, mingyu calls you from the recording studio.

“hey, love,” mingyu says, his voice a bit tired. “as of right now, i don’t think i can make it on time for dinner since today’s recording is taking longer.”

“it's okay,” you reassure him. mingyu sighs, glancing at the clock. it's the afternoon, but with the pace that everyone is working, they won’t finish anytime soon.

“did you eat?” you ask, concern evident in your voice. mingyu smiles softly, touched by your care. “i haven’t yet, but i'll probably cook something when i get home. don't stay up for me, okay?”

after bidding goodbye, mingyu heads back into jihoon's studio to finish writing his lyrics. eventually, mingyu stands to go inside the recording booth.

“that sounds good,” mingyu says into the microphone to jihoon after hearing the recording replay.

“okay, you can step out now,” jihoon replies.

hansol walks past mingyu for his turn to record, and mingyu notices a white square box set on the table. seungcheol and wonwoo's eyes brighten when they see mingyu.

“this is for you!” seungcheol announces.

mingyu observes the box, recognizing the label is from a familiar café that’s far away. “you guys got me this?”

as mingyu opens the box, wonwoo shakes his head. “it's from your girlfriend. she came earlier to drop it off, but you were recording.”

mingyu stares down at the slice of tiramisu cake in disbelief. “looks like she went far to buy it for you,” seungcheol adds, recognizing the café that this dessert was from.

mingyu smiles because you remembered the small details he mentioned when he thought you weren’t listening.

XU MINGHAO

“guys, you have to try this oolong tea I brought back from home,” minghao announces, carefully pouring hot water into the teapot.

all of his friends are over for a simple dinner, but minghao wanted to show off his favorite tea set to them.

minghao is in his element, explaining the nuances of the tea leaves and the perfect brewing time. everything is going perfectly until a sudden, accidental elbow from seungkwan knocks the teapot off the counter.

the room goes silent as the teapot shatters on the floor, glass shards scattering everywhere. seungkwan's face goes pale, and minghao's expression turns from joy to distress.

“oh my, i'm so sorry!” seungkwan exclaims, bending down to pick up the pieces. you step in, trying to help, while everyone else stands in shock.

minghao holds up his hand, his voice strained but calm. “um, it's okay, seungkwan. it was an accident.”

you can see the hurt in your boyfriend's eyes, even though he tries to hide it. the teapot isn’t just an object to him, as it is a source of his comfort.

as the night goes on, minghao remains withdrawn despite the attempts of his friends to cheer him up.

after everyone leaves, minghao sits on the couch, staring at the broken pieces of his beloved teapot that was placed on the table. you can feel his sadness, and it breaks your heart to see him like this.

without another word, minghao heads inside your shared bedroom and falls asleep quickly, trying to suppress his emotions.

when minghao opens his eyes in the morning, he notices your side of the bed is cold. confused, he steps out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes while walking down the hallway.

minghao's eyes widen when he sees you sleeping in the living room.

“love?” he questions, and his eyes shift to the table.

“hey, sorry. i fell asleep in the living room.” you wake up and stretch as your body feels sore.

minghao slowly picks up his teapot, the one that was in pieces last night. “you fixed it?”

“i tried to glue it back together,” you say sheepishly, “but i also ordered you a new set. it's safer to use the new one, but i thought you might like to have the old one, too.”

minghao gently places the teapot down, his heart swelling at your actions. he pulls you into a tight embrace, holding you close. “you didn’t have to do all this,” he murmurs into your hair. “but thank you. it means so much to me.”

you smile, resting your head against his chest. “i know how much it meant to you. but i hope you can talk to seungkwan, he seemed so shaken up last night."

minghao pulls back slightly, looking into your eyes. “i'll talk to him when i see him later. but seriously, thank you, love.” he presses a kiss to your forehead.

when you go to place the teapot back on display with the glass set, minghao stares down at the used tube of superglue left on the table.

minghao smiles after you help fix his broken teapot, even though you sacrificed your sleep for it, because you knew how much it meant to him.

∅HOT THINGS CHWE VERNON WOULD DO

CHWE VERNONloves his sound-cancelling headsets but with you, he always carries his earplugs and shares one of them, telling you this song reminds him of you or he thinks you’ll like this one but he always seems to lean in a little too close even though you can hear him just fine from the distance of his beside you.

CHWE VERNON always remembers the things you’ve mentioned in passing. sometimes he brings you food you mentioned you were craving, takes you places you said you always wanted to visit and not doing stuff you’ve said you didn’t like even if it wasn’t him you were talking about and he thinks you don’t notice and always says he felt like it.

CHWE VERNON holds your hands and shoves them into his jacket’s pockets. it destroys your heart when he does that out of nowhere and he is always nonchalant but because of your proximity you hear his heart beating too fast and the pulse of his hand in yours also in a race, it’s hot how his cheeks are red even though he is the one doing this to himself.

CHWE VERNON sends good morning voicemails even if it’s way past the time you’d have woken up as soon as he is up. his voice always makes you weak in the knees and he definitely doesn’t know the real effect it has on you, in turn, you always send good night voicemails as revenge because he always sends an array of texts after the mail.

CHWE VERNON says he doesn’t like cuddles but always falls asleep on you when his arms are around you on the bed and when he wakes up because you moved, his arms on both your sides and a confused “huh?” escapes his voice when he realizes he fell asleep on you again, flushing at your teasing smile before snuggling into with excuses spilling from him.

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