L.jihoon (2:44 Am)

l.jihoon (2:44 am)

Summary: uji being tired and your comfort brings him at ease

Pairing: lee jihoon x gn!reader

Note/s: he/him for woozi's pronouns, no specified pronouns for reader | time stamp | short fic

"hi love." you greeted your beloved boyfriend for 2 years and a half as he walked towards your shared bedroom. work was stressing woozi out these days but luckily, their company was considerate enough to give them 1 week off and they'll start their promotion for their new song, 'darl+ing' after their break. (stream 'darl+ing' darling. -chwe vernon)

"hey." he replied with a tired tone as he sat down on his side of the bed. you glanced at the clock and it read, '2:44 am.' "how was work?"

"shit." you chuckled at his reply and he stood up on his feet before giving you a peck and went to the bathroom to change his clothes.

you patiently waited for your boyfriend as you scroll through your phone some more. after a few minutes, he went out wearing pajamas. he looked at you with worry in his eyes. "you don't have to wait for me everytime, you know."

"i know but i wanted to. besides, you've been busy with work these past few days and we hardly see each other because of our busy schedules so i think waiting for you to get home is the only way i can see you." you replied as he climbed on the bed and lay beside you.

"sorry.." he mumbled and hugged you. you let his head rest on your chest as you returned his hug. you can only see this clingy side of woozi when he's super tired.

"it's alright love." you said and silence fell upon you two.

minutes pass and you slowly started to get sleepy. "hey love?" woozi called out your name. "hm?"

"thank you, for staying by my side always. i don't tell you this everyday but i love you so much." you smiled when you heard his words and you peck his forehead. "i love you too, jihoon."

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10:20 am － lee chan (f)

you woke up feeling a heavy weight on your chest. with his arms wrapped securely around your waist, legs tangled with yours, you didn’t have to look down to know it was dino who had stolen your sleep. instead, you glanced towards the window, sighing in dismay at the brightness that peeked from behind the closed blinds. it was probably too late to go back to sleep anyways. 

somehow, in the middle of the night, you had gravitated from your side of the bed to the middle. now, with dino on top of you, your phone that was charging on the night stand was far from your reach, leaving you with no way to check the time. thankfully though, you had nowhere to be today. both you and dino had a day off from work, perhaps why he was sleeping more comfortably than usual. 

the deep breaths coming from his parted lips were warm against your skin. your fingers absentmindedly combed through his tousled hair, eliciting a relaxed hum from him. now that you were awake, your senses had come back to you. you were used to dino laying on top of you all the time, but your legs were starting to tingle under his weight because of the position you both were in. 

wiggling your toes, you attempted to resume some minuscule amount of circulation so that they wouldn’t go numb. you didn’t want to wake dino up. he needed his sleep. but just as the sensation in your legs began to come back, your stomach rumbled awkwardly, making you cringe. it wasn’t everyday that you woke up feeling hungry. but it seemed today, your stomach wanted food worse than it previously ever had. 

you prayed the sound hadn’t woken dino up. his ears were closer to your stomach than yours were. you held your breath, laying completely still for a minute. seeing as to how he didn’t budge, you could rest assured that he hadn’t been disturbed.

you enjoyed being held by him like this. it made you feel safe and protected. not to mention the way your heart felt all fuzzy too. you sighed and continued massaging his scalp, disregarding your desperate need for breakfast or a good stretch. 

dino smacked his lips together, raising his head to bury his face in the crook of your neck. his quiet breaths tickled your skin, making you squirm a bit. dino’s arms tightened around you, a smile tugging at his lips. “how long have you been up?” he mumbled, voice deep and groggy. snickering, you pressed your cheek to his forehead. “for a while now.” 

he snuggled into you, craving your warmth. “your stomach keeps grumbling. you should’ve fixed yourself some breakfast,” he shared, biting his lip to stifle a chuckle. “you’re so silly y/n.” 

heat rose to your face. well that sure was embarrassing. “i didn’t want to wake you up,” you defended, turning in his arms so that you were now facing him. he grinned at you, eyes barely open. “well i’m up now. so you don’t have to worry about that anymore.” 

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lavender haze ♡ vernon

You and your flatmate, Vernon, are moving to Switzerland for a year abroad at university, together. A short story of freedom, nights out, and most importantly, peanut butter cups.

pairing: vernon x female!reader (feat. mingyu) word count: 9.1k genre: romance, friends to lover, angst, college/uni AU, sorta unrequited love, slow-burn warnings: none (wow surprising for me!)

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Got the name from Taylor Swift's new album, Midnights—I've been looping Lavender Haze SO MUCH. And, I've been getting into SVT a lot recently and couldn't stop myself writing something about Vernon. I guess that's clear, since this is so long and self-indulgent. Who wouldn't, though, he's lovely. Enjoy!

Edit: I'm aware Vernon has a peanut allergy ;) I just added it in for irony's sake. Lol. Thought why not and stuck with it.

It’s funny how plain some things look.

The door to Vernon’s room is a single shade of blue. A strange colour, but every door in your flat is the same colour. The university architect must have loved blue.

As pretty as it is, it’s misleading, you think. You’re a firm believer that outward appearances usually should reflect the inside. In this case, though, it doesn’t apply. The boy inside this room is far from plain, far from monotone, far from… boring. He’s the exact opposite. 

He proves your little appearance, theory, too—he’s a pretty boy, and his personality reflects that. He’s gentle, somewhat shy, and very, very calm. You love everything about him. Vernon, certainly, is not plain. 

You go over to his room at around noon, soon after your meeting has finished. He meets you with a grin, sitting in his chair, looking identical to the boy you had known for what feels like forever. His eyes seem to glitter a little as he sees your face after opening the door. He asks how you are.

“Amazing, Vernon. Appreciate how you didn’t pick up my calls.”

His smile grows a little at the sarcastic response. Previously, he was pretty bad with your snarky comments. Over the past few years, though, he’s gotten a lot better at it.

“I know you’re lazy, but really, all you have to do is knock on your room. We share a wall, damn it. I can hear you through it.” Rolling his eyes, he closes the room behind you before you settle on his bed. Vernon is still packing up his stuff, so his room is a bit of a mess.

That comment, though, is a little embarrassing. You’ve lived next-door to one another for over two years, but it was only a few months ago that you discovered how thin the walls really were. You had assumed it was soundproof, since you almost never heard a peep out of Vernon when you were both in your rooms. Nope. He just happened to be very quiet on his own. That would’ve been good information to hear years ago. Did he not notice the kind of noise you made?

Feeling yourself warm up a little, you smile. “Sure, whatever. You’re busy though, didn’t wanna disturb. I don’t like turning up unannounced.” 

“I’ve always thought that was one of your strangest, but best, qualities. Thanks, honestly.” The grin on Vernon’s face is a genuine one, as sweet as always. He tosses you a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups off his bed. “I’m stuffed right now. Have them.”

Those little sweets are a little pastime of yours, a part of your friendship no one else understands. 

It all started in the middle of your lecture, a few years ago. It was the first time you had sat next to Vernon during class, meaning it was also the first occasion you’d spent a prolonged period of time with him. Strange, because you were right next to each other on a floor of four flatmates. 

You had opened a pack of peanut butter cups. In the blink of an eye, his eyes were on you, squinting. You couldn’t even tell if it was anger or desire. But, regardless, you offered out the little pouch to him. With a few questionable looks back and forth between your eyes and the packet, he hesitantly took one and ate it.

For the rest of the lecture, no words were exchanged. After class, though, while getting ready for a Freshers’ week party, you came across him again while leaving your room. 

“Peanut butter girl. Got any more? I like them.”

You took the packet out of your bag, handing it to him. He smiled, a wide, almost gummy smile. With a meditative chew, he chucked one peanut butter cup into his mouth. “I think we’re gonna get on quite nicely.”

And that brought you to nearly two years later. University, so far, has been a rollercoaster. A lot of laughs, tears at the workload, but most importantly, Vernon being by your side. How you can stand being near him so much, not even you can understand—but that’s alright. What matters is that he’s with you.

“Do you think there are peanut butter cups in Switzerland?” Vernon asks, out of the blue. Before you can scornfully laugh at him, he stands up, hands reached out, blocking you. “That was a stupid question. Of course they do.”

You’re going to be one angry person if they don’t. Maybe it’s worth packing a suitcase full of a year’s worth of them.

The International Law course at your university offers a year abroad to study law in that country. Naturally, being as close as you are, you decided to go together. Being in another country on your own seems scary, and what better than to have your most trusted friend with you?

“Vernon, if it means anything, I’ll personally beat up the Reese’s owners if they don’t export this shit to the Swiss. Are you happy now?” You chuckle.

Vernon’s nodding, before taking one out of the pouch you’re holding, tossing it into your mouth. You catch it easily. It’s practically a calculated sport between the two of you now. “Very,” he snickers, “very happy.”

***

It’s a shame that nuts aren’t allowed on the plane. You had taken a pack with you to the airport before remembering someone could be allergic, so with reluctance, you placed them in your hold luggage before checking in. Shame.

Vernon is currently sat to your right, on the window seat. You’re flying first-class. Not that you had the money to buy those seats, but you and Vernon both happened to be people who had saved up a lot of miles from previous flights. Given that this was a one-way, special occasion, you used them up.

First class was beautiful. The screens were large, and the privacy was amazing. Complete with long beds to sleep on, you felt nothing less than utter peace. The plane was quiet, too—after all, how many people were flying to Geneva in the middle of October?

Vernon jolts awake, with a look of bewilderment on his face. “Where am I?” he splutters, before turning to his left, and relaxing a little at the sight of you by his side. “Ah, thank god, okay.” He shakes himself off a little, like a dog soaked by the rain.

“The hell happened?” you ask, slightly worried at his sudden change in demeanour. 

“Had a weird dream, that’s all,” he chuckles to himself, staring at his shoes before shaking his head. “I’m gonna go grab a drink, you want anything?” Vernon asks, putting his sliders on and standing up. “Come with me, actually.”

“Sure,” you shrug, pausing Captain America: Civil War and taking your headphones off. You follow him to the minibar not far from your seats, and ask the bartender what he’s got.

“We don’t serve any heavy-duty alcohol on short flights,” the man said, with a thick German accent, “but you can get beer and wine, or some mixers right now.” 

Vernon looks at you with a questioning look. You meet his gaze with a fond smile, and he grins back at you. “We’ll have two glasses of wine, please.” 

“Good choice, my liege,” you quip, linking your arm in his, suddenly speaking in a mockingly posh tone. Noticing this, he squints at you, raising his eyebrows in feigned surprise.

“I thought it to be suitable,” Vernon replies with a pointedness in his voice as he pulls on your linked arm a bit. The bartender chuckles at the interaction before pushing forward two wine glasses half-full of wine. You mutter a small ‘thank you’ before returning to your seats.

It’s quiet, for a few moments. You’re both dwelling in mutual, comfortable silence, letting the flavours of the wine settle in a little, not missing the way it makes your shoulders feel weak and head heat up. Wine doesn’t get you drunk, but it has a weird habit of having random, subtle effects. 

Vernon sets the glass down, after gulping down the last drops. “I can’t believe we’re actually moving to Switzerland,” he mumbles dreamily, “that’s actually crazy. Fifteen-year-old me would be shocked.”

“Me too,” you frown in thought. “We’re gonna make the best of this year, Vernon. You already know I’m gonna be photographing everything. I can’t wait for, you know, landing and stuff, and moving in, and going to the shops, and studying, and eating more peanut butter cups. Don’t you think it’s crazy?”

“Absolutely mad.” With a shrug, Vernon stands up and joins you on your little bed. There’s not much room length-wise, so once you’ve settled in properly, you’re very much squeezed up together. 

With a giggle, you hiss, “Why are you sitting with me?” Playfully poking him in the thigh with your fingertip, you can’t help but settle into his warmth a little. It’s nice to have someone close. “Outta here.”

“Why can’t I? You’re my best friend, after all,” Vernon chuckles before plugging in his headphones to your screen and resuming the movie. Your shoulders tingle a little. Just the alcohol. You shake it off before putting on your headphones and hitting ‘Resume’ on the remote.

“Fair point,” is all you return, a comfortable hush ending the conversation as the movie continues.

***

It’s six in the morning. You and Vernon have decided to wake early and see the sunrise.

Moving away is a fickle thing. Adjusting to the timezones, to the routines, language differences. But you’ve mutually decided to take a chilled approach to the year, maintaining a nice schedule. Waking early, going for a walk, doing any shopping. Returning. Getting ready for class, attending, walking back home. Studying and doing self-care for the night, before going to sleep.

It’s a nice life.

Lectures haven’t started yet. Turns out, you’re not the only international students studying in Switzerland. There’s two from China, one from California, and nine from South Korea. So, you’re not going to be alone, which is a relief. What isn’t a relief, though, is the fact that they’re all guys. 

The boy named Minghao has turned up at your apartment, expressing his desire to join you and Vernon on the morning walk. He thinks it’ll be good for him. Joining Minghao is a boy named Mingyu. Admittedly, they’re both quite handsome boys. Seeing them show up in otherwise thin clothes has you in a state of awe—just how are they surviving the morning cold? 

You open the door, followed by a slightly cranky Vernon. He’s not happy with the idea of getting up so early. The boy likes his sleep. But, regardless, he had forced himself out of bed, knowing he’ll enjoy the walk once he actually gets up. 

Vernon is shivering as he leaves. From experience, he often shivers when he’s nervous, along with the obvious low temperature. In this case, your best guess is that he’s feeling a little reluctant to meet two new people. They seem like nice guys, though, so neither of you are worried.

“Morning!” Hao smiles, chuckling at the sight of Vernon looking so sleepy. “Someone didn’t want to get up.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small Twix bar, tossing it at Vernon, who plucks it out of the air with two fingers. You choke a little at the sight. 

“Thanks. I actually love Twixes.” Vernon seems to loosen up a little, shooting a thankful glance at Minghao, who just smiles coyly in response. Mingyu laughs quietly, too. You’re starting to think that none of you are actually morning people. All four of you just look insanely tired. Maybe it’s just the university life getting to you all.

Mingyu finally speaks. It’s the first time you’re hearing him speak—you’ve only met Minghao before, who then introduced you and Vernon to all of his friends. “I honestly can’t get over this view. The Faculty of Law weren’t kidding when they said we’d have nothing to complain about.”

You take a long look over the waters of Lac Leman, a massive lake shared by both France and Switzerland. The university is right by it, maybe a ten-minute walk, and even better, your apartment has a beautiful view over the lake. It’s stunning. The waters are clear, calm, and it overlooks the Alps. You decide it’s an appropriate time to snap a photo. You take a second one, and just before you hit the capture button, Vernon photobombs it. You giggle a little before looking at the photo. His eyes are opened wide, with a gaping smile, and his hands are positioned towards the camera, fingers bent in little claws.

As ironic as it was intended, it’s a cute photo, you decide. Despite Vernon’s protests, you keep it. He reluctantly agrees.

Hao leans over your shoulder to take a look. With an amused chuckle, he zooms in a little. “Vernon, you are an absolute chick magnet,” Minghao remarks, grinning, “the ladies here are gonna love you.”

Vernon looks up slowly, mouth stuffed full of Twix. He frowns thoughtfully, waiting to swallow before he responds. “Look at you. Tall, and you have clear skin. I’d be surprised if there’s a girl who doesn’t like you.” Regardless of his response, you can tell Vernon is a little flustered by the compliment. He receives them quite often; after all, he is an attractive man. But it seems to you that a compliment from a man equally as handsome matters just a little more.

“Just take a compliment, will you?” Mingyu’s laugh is a kind one, a laugh that makes his eyes close and mouth open wide, letting out hearty chortles. It’s a nice laugh. You feel a little more at ease. “I should show that photo to my friend, Hoshi. You guys would love him. He acts like a tiger, for some reason. Lowkey looks like one. Love him for it, though.” 

“He sounds interesting,” you grin, putting the phone away. Linking arms with Vernon, you continue to walk. He’s trembling a little, and you know for sure it’s the cold getting to him. You decide, once you’ve warmed up a little, you’ll give him your little beanie.

Mingyu shoots you a questioning glance, but you decide not to follow it up if he’s not speaking on it. He has something he wants to say, you can tell. But that’s alright. He can say it in his own time. 

As you walk, you notice that all is quiet. There’s the occasional buzz of cars revving up to go to work, and that dog passing by, who affectionately wags his tail at you. It’s a lot better than home, you think. Switzerland really was a good choice.

The sun is just beginning to peek through the crevices of the mountains, golden rays cast down gently over your sleepy city. It’s not like anything you’ve seen before. If an angel were to descend from heaven right now, you know it would be in the midst of the clouds and rays of sunshine. Calling it divine is an understatement.

In a matter of time, you’ve warmed up a little, accustomed to the somewhat cold atmosphere. Unlinking your arm from Vernon’s, you slip off the long, thick trench coat, handing it to the boy, along with the beanie you’re wearing. He glances at them for a moment, then at you, muttering a little ‘thank you’ with a smile. After he slips it on, you sneak your arm back in with his, and you see the little grin widen slightly.

Part of the reason you do small things like that is because you know Vernon likes it. He would never admit it, but you just know he feels warm and fuzzy inside when you’re close to him. Why that is, you’re unsure, but you’ve concluded it’s because you’re basically his only close friend. Everyone needs some closeness in their life. They’d be lonely without it.

It’s not long before you stop at a grocery store. Mingyu says he needs to buy something, so you all decide to join him, because why not? It wasn’t like you had anything specific planned for this little outing of yours, so it would be nice.

The air inside the store is warm, and it’s welcoming. You instantly feel Vernon’s muscles relax a little at the rise in temperature, and that spreads a bit of relief into you, too. Strange, because you weren’t really feeling cold. Regardless, you welcome the warmth.

Vernon’s eyes light up at something distant. He dashes forward, tugging you along with him, so fast that you almost trip. He stops at a little kiosk, picking up a familiar, vibrant orange packet.

“Peanut butter cups.” The look on Vernon’s face is one of unconstrained joy, and you wish that you’d been able to snap a photo on time. It was a priceless sight; a bag of Reese’s peanut butter cups, held up by his face, and that familiar, gummy smile to accompany it. You grin at him in response, fishing out your change. It’s just one franc a pack, so you decide to buy five. Between you and Vernon, you tear through the little sweets surprisingly quickly.

Mingyu and Minghao have long disappeared to another end of the store. Something about looking for toilet paper. But, they’re back in a matter of time just as you approach the tills.

“It’s alright, I’ll pay,” Vernon says, fishing in his trousers for his wallet. He finds it eventually and adds up his change.

You scowl at him. “No. I’ve already got the money. It’ll be easier if I do.”

“You know what— we’re not having this argument again. Also, you paid last time, the hell? I’m paying. Shut up. I’m not having it if I owe you.” 

“This is futile,” you remark, “stop. I don’t care if you owe me.” The argument screeches to a halt when you finally hear Minghao snickering behind you. He’s practically hunched over. 

In the moment you spend looking at Minghao and Mingyu, Vernon has swiped his phone onto the card reader. Sneaky asshole. You had forgotten that was even an option. He smirks at you, smug, before snatching the peanut butter cup packets into a small paper bag and stuffing them in his—your—trench coat pocket. 

“Sometimes, Vernon. Sometimes.” That’s all you grumble before meeting his eyes again, and you find yourself smiling at him. That beautiful, toothy grin is on his face, how could you not? He tears open the first of the five packs and offers you one, and you chew on them meditatively as Mingyu scans and pays for his toilet tissue.

In the blink of an eye, Mingyu is done, and you’ve left the shop, beginning to walk again. You know the route pretty well by now, you’ve walked it two-or-so times with Vernon at sunset in the past few days. It’s crazy, you think, how you’ve been here for under a week, yet everything seems to feel like home.

Vernon’s beginning to warm up to Minghao, and the pair begin to walk ahead, discussing something to do with their old dance careers before entering higher education. They’re so absorbed in the conversation they don’t notice that you and Mingyu are slowly falling behind. That’s alright with you. If Vernon is making a new friend, you won’t disturb him, since it seems to take him a while to get to feel comfortable with someone new. Similar to you, you think. As a matter of fact, you can’t even tell what exact point marked the transition between passive acquaintances to close friends. 

The silence between you and Mingyu is only slightly awkward. There’s no tension, but just more anticipation on who was to say the first word. You notice that his steps have fallen in sync with yours—something you’re only used to seeing with Vernon—and you chuckle slightly at the immediate reminder of the guy.

“So, uh—”

“I was meaning to—”

You break out into a fit of laughter, and so does Mingyu; he’s bent over, creasing in loud laughs. It’s the most noise he’s made all morning, and you’re glad. Part of you was wondering if he was comfortable. 

“Go on. You go first,” you chuckle, gesturing your hands out in front of your chest to get him to speak. As he calms down, he shakes his head, letting out a final laugh.

“Nah. Ladies first.” What a ladies’ man. You’re smiling, wide, staring at the ground as you mutually pick up the pace a little to catch up to Vernon and Minghao.

You hands find their place in your pockets. “I was gonna ask what brings you to Switzerland. It feels a little crazy that there’s fourteen international students, all studying law, in this city, so, y’know.” 

“Ah.” Mingyu considers the question with a nod, face sincere and thoughtful. He’s quite handsome, you note, significantly more handsome than a lot of people you’ve met. Not all, but it’s still something. “I just think law is interesting. And, Switzerland, because, well… rich country, I guess? The culture here is somewhat different from Korean culture, so, I liked the idea. Plus, the other guys in my law course were coming here, so that’s another thing— wow, I’ve been talking for ages. Oops.” 

“Aw, don’t worry about that.” His little apology is sweet, and you feel bad that someone or something out there has made him feel bad for just talking. “What’s it like, in Korea? I’ve never been there, neither do I know much about it, so…” you trail off.

He’s chuckling again. It’s the type of laugh where his teeth show, little laugh lines on either side of his mouth, and it’s one that makes you feel warm. “That’s a broad question. There’s a lot to say. I guess, compared to here, the food’s really, really different. I wouldn’t compare them, taste-wise, but they’re both quite unique. And nice. I like it.” You notice he’s shivering a little bit as he walks, and you’re dumbfounded—how are you the only one who isn’t struggling? If you had any more suitable layers on, you’d have given them to him. But you’ve given them to Vernon.

“You know, I’ve tried— wow, you must be freezing. Give me your hands, for a sec, I think I’m pretty warm.” You extend your hands out for a moment, and Mingyu stops, facing you. Hao and Vernon haven’t noticed, and they continue to walk. After a glance at his pockets, then looking up at you, he grins, taking out his own hands from the jacket pockets and letting you warm them up for him. You’ve encased his hands in your own, rubbing them quickly, hoping the friction will help him a little. The moment your hands touch him, you notice his shoulders unclench and shivering halt abruptly. It makes sense, because his hands are as cold as ice, so there’s got to be a massive difference in the temperatures.

Mingyu clears his throat. “I don’t get how your hands are that warm.” 

“Me either. I guess I’m a warm person.” 

You weren’t used to being around such cold people. Back at home, they all seemed fairly accustomed to the climate, but it’s become apparent maybe you’re just different. That’s alright, though, it’s in your favour.

“Can I… can I take you on a date?” 

The question is so sudden, so out of the blue that it takes you a few seconds to register it. You’re so focused on warming his hands that you almost ignore the words.

You’re not sure why you’re so surprised. Maybe it’s the fact that such an attractive guy wants to take you on a date. Maybe it’s the fact that Vernon and Minghao, in the corner of your eye, are waiting for you, watching. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re inadvertently flirting with Mingyu. It wasn’t your intention, you’re sure, but it’s brought you to this stage.

You say yes.

There’s no particular reason you do. Why should you refuse? Mingyu is a handsome guy, and he seems like a kind person, so there’s no valid reason you have to say no. As you feel his hands warm a little under yours, you smile wryly. 

Looking up, you’re met with the face of a grinning Mingyu. “Tomorrow, six?” he asks. “I’ll pick you up.”

“Yeah,” you reply, letting go of his hands. You can’t help but smile in return. “Tomorrow at six.”

***

“Did you know you’re one of my favourite people?” 

You stumble up the stairs, and Vernon is behind you, doing his best to hold you up. It’s a difficult task, for someone of size equal to him, and more so when you are drunk out of your mind. 

The night has been spent out partying. Well, not necessarily partying—you’ve both been over to the apartment of Minghao, who was hosting a watch-party of sorts, with his other friends from university. There was a boy named Dokyeom, Seungkwan, the tiger guy named Hoshi, and another one called Seungcheol. You were surprised at how good-looking they all were, but not surprised at how much they liked to party.

It didn’t take many shots for you to lose yourself. Vernon, who is a lightweight, was a different story. Every time you’ve been out drinking together, it’s naturally fallen upon his shoulders to look after you, and this case is no exception.

“Is that so?” he replies almost absentmindedly, trying to get you up the stairs back to your own apartment. Then, what you’ve said settles in. Quietly, he enjoys your sudden sentimentality, choosing not to respond since you probably don’t mean a lot of it.

“But, like, really, though,” you ramble. “I think I’m the luckiest girl in the world to be able to travel to a different country and live with a guy as amazing as you.” Maybe you’re just flattering him now. “Have I ever told you you’re sooo pretty?” That one is going straight to his ego. “Like for real. You’re so real. Sometimes I struggle to believe you’re real. Actually for real so pretty. Like, god damn, leave some for the other guys.” Fuck the other guys. “Vernon, have you ever told a white lie?”

That’s a sudden change. He decides not to respond and allows you to continue, since you’re barely even acknowledging his presence as he unlocks the apartment door. “I think I have.” You enter the apartment, heading straight for your room and plopping on the bed. The sheets are cold, and it’s nice on your otherwise warm face. 

Vernon tilts your body until you’re laying on your side, and you continue to talk. “I feel bad. I actually can’t tell if it was a white lie but I think I told one.” For some unbeknownst reason, you begin to cry. “Is it bad to lie, Vernon? Is it?” 

“I don’t think so, not all the time,” he says, taking his shirt off and quickly putting a hoodie on. 

“Oooh,” you coo at him, choking a laugh out through strained sobs, throwing a spare pillow on the bed at his figure. He side-eyes you before breaking out into an amused laugh. “See what I mean when I say you’re pretty. Damn.” 

Vernon has no response to that, but instead he stares at you briefly like a child who’s just been caught breaking something. Shaking it off, he grabs some sheets from his own room and lays them down on the floor by you. 

It’s normal for Vernon to do that after you’ve drank a lot. While it’s never happened, he’s always been worried that you could end up throwing up in your sleep and choking on it, so he sleeps near you on nights like these so he can keep an eye on you. It’s nice.

“I don’t think I want to admit it, but can I let you in on a secret?” you giggle, hands reaching down to plonk and mess up his hair. He seems mildly taken aback by the gesture but settles into it, curling into his sheets a little to find warmth. 

“Go on,” he replies.

“I often get drunk like this because I like being close to you. Shh! Don’t tell Vernon, though!” 

He’s almost sure, at this point, that you’re more sober than you let on—surely, there’s no way you genuinely didn’t realise he is Vernon? Regardless, he lets that truth sink in a little. You actually enjoy how he cares for you. You trust him so much that you actually let yourself be that vulnerable around him.

Vernon smiles.

His face is heating up, a lot. The exact reason, he can’t pinpoint. Whether it’s the fact that your cold hands are playing with his hair, or it’s that you’ve just admitted such a deep secret to him, or it’s how your shirt is riding down a little bit. Or, it could be a combination of all three. 

“Mingyu asked me out on a date, yesterday,” you blurt. You weren’t meaning to tell him that, not right now, at least. He was obviously going to know, but closer to the occasion would’ve been more fitting. 

“He did?” Vernon feels his heart sink a little at that. He can’t blame Mingyu. It’s not like he’s known any of the guys for very long, and vice versa, so it’s not like they know that Vernon’s eyes are for you, and to give him some space. It’s unfair, though. Maybe, just maybe, if he did things differently in the past, it’d be him taking you on a date, holding you in bed as you throw up, being able to kiss you. Now, most likely, it’s Mingyu who does that.

Vernon has no choice but to accept it. He breathes deeply, pushing any surge of strong emotion backwards in his mind. Neutrality is key, he thinks.

“He did.” Your sobs have slowed a little, and you’re speaking even quieter now, as if you’ve actually acknowledged it’s just you two in the apartment, barely even a ruler’s length away from each other. “I— I said yes, but. In my head— something told me not to. But I didn’t know what. So I just. I just said yes, because I have no valid reason not to. Do I have a valid reason, dude?”

Yet again, he chooses to avoid responding. This dramatic monologue of yours will continue, and in a matter of minutes, you’ll probably find your own answer. 

Your hand stills in his hair, and you eventually pull it away. He lets out a pent-up breath he never knew he was holding following the loss of contact, and part of him wishes you kept your hand there.

“I dunno. I’m just. I’m just gonna go on that date. If it goes well, it goes well. Hopefully I’ll figure myself out so I don’t feel like a fucking dumbass anymore.” Your voice is low, and you sound quite miserable now.

“You’re not a dumbass,” Vernon whispers softly.

You snap your head in his direction, glaring at him. “Just ‘cause you care for me doesn’t mean you have to sugarcoat everything. I don’t actually mind if you call me a dumbass.” 

“Yeah, well, I’m not, because you’re not a dumbass. Now go to sleep. It’s two in the morning and we’ve got shopping to do tomorrow. Not letting you skip out just because you drank too much,” Vernon says. He decides to try shutting off the conversation so you don’t say much more to make him overthink it all too much. Or, even worse, say something you don’t mean to say. As much as he hates to think it, he prefers dealing with the sober you.

“Okay. Okay, I’ll sleep. Gooooodnight. Sleep well. Don’t leave me, aha! I might choke on my vomit and die. No one wants that.” 

“Don’t worry. When have I ever left you? Silly,” Vernon snickers.

“Good point.” You beam at him, and he’s looking on fondly. “You have never left me.”

***

As you walk, it’s only just occurring to you just how many bougie shops there are around. You’re not used to seeing this many—the only time you had, it was in an airport, with all of the designer brands in one place. But, nope, now, ten minutes from your place, was a Louis Vuitton shop, a Dior shop, a Rolex shop, and you’re sure you’ll end up seeing more.

Part of you is tempted to go in. After all, what’s the harm in looking at some fancy clothes? None, you decide. But you’ve got stuff to do, so you walk along, vowing you’ll come back another time. 

Joining you this time is Vernon, and Hao tags along. He’s not really with you guys, since he’s going off on his own occasionally to different shops, but he’s decided he’ll meet up again later at a pizza place for lunch.

Yet again, you and Vernon are alone.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” you begin, unsure of whether the question is worth continuing, “what did I say last night? I feel like I’m remembering stuff, but it’s kinda embarrassing, so I’m praying that’s just my dreams or something.” Your face heats up a little at the ‘memories’ playing over and over in your head. Whether or not they were just dreams you’ve remembered are way beyond you, and that’s probably the most frustrating part—there’s a very real possibility you’ve said something stupid to Vernon.

“Like what?” he asks. It’s a simple question, and you’re sure he’s just trying to squeeze information out of you.

You nudge his shoulder. “I’m not saying that. If I give you examples, I may have not actually said that, then ended up revealing something I shouldn’t have. Oh, Vernon, you’ve known me so long, but apparently not long enough to realise I’d see straight through it.” 

He gestures at an H&M shop, and you shrug, following him inside. You recall him saying he wanted to buy a new coat. “You know, I’m not trying to trick you. I was being genuine when I asked. I don’t see what’s so strange about you being honest,” he replies, pawing weakly at a beige-coloured trench coat. You can tell he likes the feel of the material, but quickly frowns upon seeing the ugly colour of it. 

“Being honest?” you raise an eyebrow, grasping his forearm. “What do you mean, being honest?”

“You must be hiding some dark secrets, huh? I mean exactly what I said, don’t worry, you didn’t say anything too deep. You really read into my words when you’re nervous.” By the look on Vernon’s face, you can tell he’s mocking you a little, but by the way he says it all, you believe it’ll be alright to trust his words. He’s telling the truth. Or so, you hope.

“Okay.” You nod. “Okay, I believe you.” 

“Good,” Vernon says simply, before lifting up a light blue hoodie and lifting it to your torso. “This would look good on you. Try it.” Before you can respond, he excitedly runs over to the other side of the cloth-hanging stand, picking up a long, dark, blue trench coat. “I just know you’d rock this. Try this, too.”

“I would, but I don’t need to buy anything. It is cute, though.”

“If you’re not buying it, I’ll buy it for you. Now, go. Go, try it on,” Vernon laughs, pointing you off in the direction of the changing rooms. 

“What about you?” you protest, “I thought we’re here to buy you stuff!”

“We are. But that doesn’t mean I can’t buy you stuff, too.” 

You’re about to argue, but there’s no opposing Vernon. He may not seem like it, but he can be pretty firm when he wants to be, especially when it comes to money. Worse for you, since you hate owing people. 

He doesn’t even give you an opportunity to pay him back, either. No bank transfer, no nothing. Vernon says he doesn’t believe in owing people, and that if you want to do something for someone, you should do it for free without expecting a reward. His exact words were, “if you do something expecting a reward, you’re an ass. End of.” A part of you envies that philosophy, wishing you could uphold that yourself, but you simply can’t bring yourself to. 

What he doesn’t notice, though, is you slipping money into his wallet. 

It’s not a large sum at once. But usually it’s just small notes, peppered into his wallet throughout a few days so he doesn’t notice. Vernon has noticed once or twice, swearing he spent “that money” earlier, but you’re sure he doesn’t realise it’s you.

Nowadays, it’s a fun little mind game you like to play with him.

As you get changed, you can hear Vernon shuffling in the cubicle next to you. He’s picked up a few different pullover hoodies, jeans, four beanies, and two different trench coats to go with it. He’s been meaning to buy clothes for a few days, since he was looking to revamp his wardrobe, and moving to Switzerland would be the best opportunity, since he could pack less when moving.

In a matter of time, he’s out, asking if you’re done. You’ve been done for a while, but just sat in the cubicle, staring in the mirror. Why not. Sometimes staring at your own reflection is fun, and somehow, it had kept you occupied for five minutes as Vernon changed his outfit completely. As you open the curtain to leave, you open your mouth in shock.

Vernon does not look the same. The little blue beanie leaves a little bit of the front floppy locks hanging out, and it perfectly matches the dull blue of his jeans; under the black, felt trench coat is an oversized jumper which goes well past his waist. It’s the best outfit he’s put together in a long time, and you can’t help having that sharp intake of air at the sight. He does a little 360-degree turn so you can see all of it, lifting his arms in the air for some reason.

“How do I look?” he asks. 

“Stunning.” 

Arms falling to his sides, Vernon’s gaze seems to soften a little. You watch the soft blush seep through his skin like an indolent sigh. He looks at the floor for a moment before glancing at you and smiling, uttering a simple, “thank you.” 

You think it’s cute how simple compliments get to him so much. Maybe it’s sad, but it makes him very easy to please, and above all, it makes you feel happy knowing that he gets shy from this stuff. There’s a fine line between teasing and sincerity, but you know you’re bordering on the former. 

“Are you gonna buy it?” you ask, copping a feel of his jacket for a moment. You’re not sure why, but it’s just fun to think you’re a professional by rubbing the fabric between your fingers a little. It’s alright, though. 

“Of course I am, with that reaction,” Vernon chuckles, “what about that hoodie? That green suits you really well.” 

The compliment isn’t much, you think, but you still find the corners of your mouth upturning at the words. You know green suits you, anything does. But something about the honey-like sweetness in his voice makes you want to lay down on dry tufts of grass, water a hypothetical garden of beautiful bright plants, and roll around in the colour just about any way possible. 

“You know what? I might just buy it.” Maybe it’s not all just about how good it looks on you. Part of it is about sentimental value—Vernon recommended you try it on. He was responsible for your discovery of the article of clothing. When you see it in the future, and whenever you wear it, you’ll be reminded of his grinning face. That’s a lovely thing.

Tilting his head slightly, Vernon looks surprised. “Wow. Really?” he asks, to which you nod, and he smiles. With a chuckle, he pulls off the coat and disappears momentarily into the fitting room to change back into his normal outfit. It’s only a matter of time before he returns, back into his old clothes, and you’re feeling a little deflated at the sudden change. On the bright side, once he’s bought a bunch of new clothes, you’ll be able to regularly see this new, suddenly self-aware Vernon a lot more. 

Once you’ve paid at the counter and carefully packed it all into paper carrier bags, you’re out of the store, and walking down a maze of streets to the pizza place you’ve promised to meet Minghao at. It takes a while, but you eventually find it, and a smiling Minghao is already sat at a table, beckoning you both over. 

When you consider it, eating out isn’t something you really miss. The quiet nights back at university ordering delivery food or making five-minute noodles were peaceful, especially when you’d sit with Vernon in comfortable silence, perhaps watching a show, or exchanging the occasional giggle when someone got a droplet of spicy broth on their cheek.

One time, in a moment of shared stupidity, you were both in the flat kitchen, and decided to bake random things in the oven. While the criminally unseasoned chicken breast turned out dry and tasteless, and the grilled cake was nothing short of disgusting, you had come up with a new concoction. Fat, large marshmallows in the bottom of a cake pan, followed by chocolate chips, and crushed cookies of your choice. That, once baked, was like heaven on earth, and Vernon was so proud of the combination he didn’t stop talking about it for a week. While you were sure it was mainly to your credit, you decided to let him have that victory, since he was just so excited. 

Good times, you think.

“What did you buy?” Minghao asks, cheerful. He’s got a wide smile on his face, and you spend a moment pondering how you were in the presence of such a good-looking guy. He definitely has a girlfriend back home.

“Mainly clothes,” Vernon answers. His responses flow a lot easier now, it seems that the long chat about God-knows-what on that morning walk did wonders for their blossoming friendship. “Convinced this difficult person to actually buy something for herself,” he quips, sounding proud and somewhat full of himself. It’s rare that he makes snarky comments like that, but when he does, you adore it.

Sometimes, you feel like you’re so difficult like that because it makes it more satisfying for him when he finally ‘persuades’ you to do something. How could you not? When he gets excited, smiling wide, cheering, lording it over you, there’s no way you can’t set him up like that.

“Difficult? How’s she difficult?” Hao returns, sounding genuinely interested. He adjusts his glasses, glancing at you before turning his attention back to Vernon.

“Many ways,” Vernon laughs, and you notice a doting smile on his face, “she hates spending money, mainly. But, no, when it comes to one-upping me, she’s suddenly ready to spend. You are a real wonder.” 

“I pride myself on it,” you declare with glee, looking at him dreamily. It’s true. At first, it was just a funny inside joke, but so many layers of irony have been piled on, you’re not sure what’s ironic anymore. That’s alright, though. 

The three of you remain in comfortable silence for a few minutes as you study the menu for dishes you might like. After stealing a look at other customers’ pizzas, you determine that they are absolutely huge and can’t finish one on your own. So, you order two between you, agreeing to have one-third from each pizza, as with the other pizzas.

Everyone’s just quite hungry from a morning out, so no one’s talking very much as you order. The pizza doesn’t take too long to arrive, since the dough’s already made and bakes in a fiery hot oven for five-ish minutes with its toppings. All of a sudden, the pizzas are being delivered to your table, and the smell of cheese and herby tomato wafts into your noses, and you are overtaken with bliss.

Leaning in a little, you sniff the fumes from the bubbling-hot pizza. It’s a brilliant smell. “Vernon…” you swallow, “it smells so good. Why didn’t we come to Switzerland sooner?” 

“Because… we’re third-year students, and this is our international year?” Vernon smiles at your irony. He knows you’re joking. His favourite way, however, to tease you, is to act like an oblivious idiot. You’re over it. All of that aside, you enjoy it.

“No shit,” you jibe, shaking your head with a soft chuckle. Turning your head back, you watch in awe as the server cuts through the thin, crispy pizza with ease.

A part of you feels like it’s burning. You can’t put your finger on it. Chances are, it’s just the steam from the pizza, but that’s just supposed to make your skin feel warm, not like it’s on fire as though you’re being touched in all of the right places.

It feels as though an icy finger is being dragged down your spine. With a shiver, you turn to Vernon, who is smiling fondly at you, and you smile back. It’s impossible not to. Without a thought, your hand finds his under the table, and you squeeze it lightly. 

He squeezes back.

Hao dishes out the slices of pizza, four each, two of each pizza type. One is a simple margherita pizza, and the other is a pepperoni pizza complete with basil and thyme. They’re gorgeous, you’re aware, so you waste no time in digging in.

After finishing a bite, Minghao finally speaks. It feels like ages since he’s said something. “I forgot to ask, when’s your date with Mingyu? He said he asked you out, I’m a little… You know, excited. He is my friend, after all, I’m curious.” 

You freeze upon hearing him say that out loud. You hadn’t got around to mentioning it to Vernon yet. There wasn’t any particular reason you didn’t, you’re sure. Just a lack of the right opportunity. Yet again, your face burns, but in the kind of way you’re not a fan of.

“Right, I forgot to mention,” you quickly clarify to a confused-looking Vernon. “Mingyu asked me on a date. We’re supposed to be going… soon. Something like that.” Chuckling nervously, you take another bite. You’re not sure why it makes you feel so… disgusted to say that out loud. Almost as though the words rolling off your tongue are coming right back to bite you in the ass. Guilt washes over you slightly—Mingyu is a lovely guy, so why are you having second thoughts all of a sudden?

“Sounds great. So, uh, what do you like about him?” Vernon asks, clearing his throat as he wipes his mouth clean.

The words don’t come to your mind easily. You’re so lost that it becomes agitating—it should be way easier than this. But it’s not. If only you could kick yourself.

“He’s… he’s cute.” This feels wrong. “I mean, I don’t know much yet, but he seems nice.” True, but does that even matter? “Could be fun.” 

Could. Not ‘will.’

***

With a shaky laugh, Mingyu leads you to the taxi, unlocking it as you approach. His smile is wide. As you enter through one door, he meets you on the other side, and it’s all shy giggles once you’re sitting in the car together, the driver bringing you back. 

“You’ve had too much to drink,” Mingyu states matter-of-factly. It’s true, though, your face feels abnormally warm and you just can’t seem to stop giggling. 

The date was nice. He took you out for dinner at a local Italian restaurant, drank with you, and went karaoking afterwards. Your throat feels sore from all of the screaming. It’s a nice kind of sore, though, the kind of sore that’s associated with good memories, so you like it.

You couldn’t help the overwhelming weight of guilt that seemed to push you into the deep end. It was odd. What had you feeling so iffy was unbeknownst to you, and that was probably the worst part: you had no reason to feel so… wrong for going on a date with Mingyu. 

The cab ride back is quite short. The streets are clear in the night, just the occasional person walking around. While Geneva has a vibrant nightlife, people appear to know their limits and don't cause too much noise avoiding using cars where possible. What a dream.

Zoning out, your eyes fixate on a random point of the window. You’re not even sure what it is you’re so fixated on. Maybe it’s the beautiful stars out in the sky, maybe it’s the little girl on the street feeding her father ice-cream, or the young couple going at it in an alleyway. That was a first occurrence in your first week in Switzerland. If anything, you had no right to judge—if you had a boyfriend, you would’ve been in their place.

Before you realise, the cab ride is over, and Mingyu pays for it. You feel a pang of guilt. Deep down, you know you can’t let this go any further, yet he’s still paid for it all. That’s alright. You can transfer him the money back.

Mingyu exits the cab quickly, opening the door for you. With a stumble, you’re out, and he’s thanking the driver for the ride, leading you to the door of your apartment. 

“I’ll, uh, I’ll walk you up there, then get going. I’ve got to go see human resources tomorrow, need my sleep,” Mingyu states, smiling. He seems sad that he can’t stay for much longer, but, as much as you hate to admit it, you’re glad.

His hand cups your cheek. Your breathing stills slightly, and you look up at him.

“I… I’m sorry. I have feelings for Vernon.” 

The words come out faster than you register, a sequence of letters that rush out with more fervour than you thought you were capable of. The realisation is equally as shocking, but you know deep down, it’s been there all along. That’s what’s been nagging at you. As lovely as Mingyu is, it’s Vernon you want.

Vernon, who has been there for you for as long as you can remember. Vernon, who helps you with whatever you need. Vernon, who cares for you and keeps you company when you’re sick or sad. 

It’s always been him.

You look on at Mingyu’s face, guilty, but he doesn’t seem too mad. He exhales slowly and flashes you a sad smile. “I kind of wish you’d told me that earlier before I took you on this date,” he scratches his head sheepishly, “but, I understand. You seem nice. I know you didn’t do this on purpose.”

“I really didn’t… I’m so sorry.” 

“I know. I know. Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m in love or anything; let’s just put this behind us, like a one-time date. Got to know each other quite nicely, if anything.”

Mingyu’s casual attitude to your words is quite shocking, but you figure you should be grateful. It’s not every day you meet a guy who doesn’t flip after you turn him down following a date. Guys like that are worth keeping around, and you know, even after this, you want to be friends.

“I hope things work out with Vernon,” he adds, nodding. He kisses your cheek softly before breaking away, leaving for the night. 

***

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Minghao’s apology is sincere, and Vernon knows he can’t blame him for something that was out of his control. He sighs, but quickly shakes it off and goes to grab himself a drink.

“I don’t blame you. You didn’t know anything, so… can’t expect you to have stopped Mingyu.” 

Vernon is sure you’re not coming home for the night. Hell, you left eight hours ago—if you were coming back, you’d have returned by now. For all of ten minutes, he was on the verge of tears, but, as usual, he sucked it up and stuffed it in the back of his mind.

Weeks after you and Vernon had met, he had sworn to himself he wasn’t trying anything with you. As pretty as you were, as kind, as funny as you were, the distraction wasn’t worth it. Maybe you would be a good type of distraction. University was hard enough as is, though, did he really have time to care for someone in his life? 

The decision is one he regrets. Sometime, a long time ago, maybe you’d have reciprocated his feelings. But, not any more. 

That is all Vernon’s fault.

There’s no resentment in his decision. It’s impossible to be angry at someone who has done no wrong. Part of him, though, wishes you never said yes to Mingyu, that you never went on that date, wishes you weren’t spending the night with him.

“It’s alright,” Vernon breathes. “If she’s happy, I’m happy. Can’t ask for much more than that.” The hot, salty tear racing down his cheek betrays his words, and he quickly wipes it away.

That’s not true. He could definitely ask for more.

The door to the apartment unlocks with a few clicks, and the heads of Vernon and Minghao shoot in the door’s direction simultaneously.

“Hey,” you say, smiling.

You didn’t spend the night with him.

Vernon smiles weakly. “Hey, how—”

“Are you free for dinner tomorrow?”

Hao’s still watching, and in the corner of your eye, you can see his eyebrows shoot up in shock. You cough awkwardly, dusting away the nonexistent dirt on your clothes.

“Yes. I am,” Vernon responds. He’s pouring himself hot water into a mug, but doesn’t notice that it’s started to overfill. With a shock, he quickly plops it down, deciding not to immediately go to clean it.

Shaking, your fingers tear open a pack of Reese’s mini peanut butter cups. For no good reason, you throw one perfectly in Vernon’s direction, and he leaps to catch it with his mouth, smiling once he begins to chew it.

“Great,” you smile, biting your lip. “Then, it’s a date.” 

You don’t stick around longer, heading to your room quickly to get changed, showered and dressed.

Hao smiles at Vernon. Vernon smiles back.

“That— god, that girl.”

wonwoo - sick

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you grumbled while pinching your nose. you grabbed another tissue to help with the bleeding.

"here," wonwoo appeared with another tissue box since the one you had in the living room was running low from you constantly grabbing tissues due to having a nose bleed. "is your fever any better?" he asked.

your shrugged your shoulders and grabbed a new tissue from the open box. wonwoo put his hand on your forehead.

"yea, it's better," he mentioned. "are you hungry yet? i'll heat up the soup your mom made."

"yea, sure," you replied and let go of your nose. the blood had finally came to a stop, and you threw the tissues away in the trash bin that you had brought out from your office.

wonwoo nodded and went into the kitchen. you heard the sink turn on while you got up and went into the bathroom. you washed your hands and cleaned your face before leaving. you sat back down on the couch and waited for your boyfriend to return.

"can i have tea?" you asked.

"yea," wonwoo replied from the kitchen, "the usual? or do you want something different?"

"surprise me, but not peppermint," you said to him.

"you got it," he replied. "you know that i threw out all of the peppermint tea, right?"

"you did?"

"i don't like it either. i thought you knew that."

-

the light conversations between you and wonwoo ended when he returned to your side with bowls of soup for both of you. he also made tea for you and had added honey to your cup.

"here's medicine," he said and handed you a bottle of liquid medicine, "eat a little bit first," he instructed.

you nodded. "thank you," you said and started eating. wonwoo also started eating and changed the channel on the tv. once you had finished about half of the soup, you took some medicine and placed the bottle onto the coffee table.

"it's bitter," you commented before drinking some water.

"the medicine?" wonwoo asked. you hummed in response. "do you want me to go buy another flavor?" he asked, turning his head to look at you.

you immediately shook your head, "don't worry about it. i can deal with it. i'm a big girl," you said with a laugh.

"uh huh, so next time you'll kill a spider when you see one, right?" wonwoo asked and you rolled your eyes.

"i hate you."

"no you don't."

"i don't."

he stood up from the couch, "do you want more soup?" he asked.

you shook your head. "i'm going to finish this up," you mentioned. all of a sudden, wonwoo’s phone started ringing and vibrating against the coffee table.

you continued drinking your soup as wonwoo picked up his phone. he answered the call.

"hey," he spoke, "yea, she's fine now. i got her medicine this morning," he said and looked at you with a smile. you smiled back at him before he turned away and walked into the kitchen. “uh huh?” the kitchen sink turned on again, “now? okay, i'll be there as soon as i can." you heard wonwoo put his phone down on the counter. "hey, i have to leave," he said to you.

"now?"

"yea, something about the concerts, so i have to go in," he replied and you heard the sink turn on. "want me to pick up dinner?" he asked.

"will you be gone that long?" you questioned.

"not sure, but it wouldn't hurt for me to pick up something,” he said to you.

"yea, that's fine," you said and finished the rest of your soup. wonwoo came back into the living room and took the bowl from you. "thank you."

"you're welcome," he said with a smile. he leaned in to kiss your forehead before returning to the kitchen.

j. wonwoo (cuddly wonu)

Summary: your boyfriend is known for being one of the most quiet members through his group and it's not everyday that he's clingy to you after being apart for so long...

Pairing: jeon wonwoo x gn!reader

Note/s: he/him for wonu's pronouns, no specified pronouns for reader | short fic

"wonwoo, honey..."

"yeah?" he replied as he nuzzle his head through the crook of your neck while his arms were wrapped around your waist.

"wonwoo, i need to cook."

"and i need attention."

you were shocked at his bold response since he doesn't really tell what he's feeling at the moment until the two of you are in your bedroom having pillow talks. you chuckled at what he said and tried to wriggle your way out of his strong arms but he tightened his grip around you.

"we need to eat dinner."

"later." he replied and pecked your cheek but his stomach says otherwise. "uh huh, sure. 'later.'"

"quiet." he bit your cheek lightly and you giggled as you stirred the pot. if cameras were set up around your shared apartment then the world will know how vulnerable the jeon wonwoo is when it comes to you.

"you're so clingy." even if he can't see your face due to you cooking dinner, he can feel that you rolled your eyes when you said that.

"i am and you love it."

"woah there, mr. jeon wonwoo. now where did your sudden confidence come from?"

"probably hoshi's or mingyu's."

"i don't believe it."

silence fell upon you two as the steaming pot was the only thing that's making noise. wonwoo sighed as he pecked your ear and you knew something was wrong. you absolutely know that if your beloved boyfriend backhugs you and sighs, he might be feeling a certain feeling (if that made sense) and you'll patiently wait for him to finally talk to you about what he feels.

"i just, missed you so much while we were on tour you know." he finally admits and you felt your heart flutter when he said that.

a smile crept on your face as you turned around only to face a pouting wonwoo. you engulfed him in a hug to which he gladly returned and gave him a peck on his forehead. "aw, i missed you too darling."

he captured your lips to a sweet kiss for 10 seconds and hugged you once again after the both of you pulled away. you have always loved moments like this with wonwoo. you felt so honored that he let you show his vulnerable side after being together for so long and he feels the same as well.

he sighed on your ear once again before pecking your cheek. "i'm just so in love with you, y/n. you have no idea how much my feelings grow stronger for you each day and these feelings will last till our last breath."

you felt butterflies on your stomach and you giggled. "i love you too. now,"

you pulled away from his hug as you turn the pot off to serve food for the both of you. he kept pecking your cheeks as he helped you with the dishes and you returned all of them with a sweet kiss. "let's eat dinner, shall we?"

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