Every Single Time I Open Twitter And Tiktok I'm Met With Content That Talks About How Jun Is Underappreciated

every single time i open twitter and tiktok I'm met with content that talks about how jun is underappreciated and neglected in comparison to the rest and every single time it makes me wanna scream, bawl out my eyes and write an angsty hurt/comfort fic about him

❝ It's okay if things go wrong, right? 

You'll hold my hand.

Relax your body in our warmth. ❞

whatever you say, baby - chs

pairing: vernon x reader word count: 1.1k warnings: none? the slightest bit suggestive at the end but like... it's nothing author's note: part two to this fic! i would recommend reading both for it to make sense :)

You haven’t seen Vernon in four days.

You haven’t seen him since he kissed you — and he’d kissed you a lot.

You’d barely managed to finish the movie without making out on his couch like teenagers. And when it was over, he hadn’t asked you to stay — but he’d kissed you again by his front door. 

You’d texted when you’d gotten home safe, as he’d requested. Then you’d woken up the next day to a ‘good morning :)’ text, which was swiftly followed by ‘today is so busy I might die’. And then the two of you had just… moved on. 

He sends a Shrek meme and then disappears for hours; you laugh react or send a meme in return. He sends you a picture of a “gnarly” squirrel he sees on campus; you send him a picture of a shitty doodle you drew during one of your lectures. Neither of you brings up what happened. You know he’s got a project due at the end of the week, so you don’t push when his texts are few and far between. Even though you so desperately want to. 

Is he thinking about it as much as you are? You can’t get the feeling of his lips out of your mind, and it’s driving you crazy. You want to kiss him again, want to run your fingers through his hair again, want to feel his hands on your waist again.

But you remain in limbo. You don’t ask for an explanation — he doesn’t offer one. And you don’t know how much longer you can ignore it. 

Vernonie [8:34pm]: INCOMING VIDEOCALL

Your eyes widen when your screen lights up. You quickly straighten from where you’d been lounging on your couch, tucking your hair behind your ears and hoping for the best. He knows what you look like, you remind yourself, but that doesn’t help the nerves when you finally accept the call. 

“Hey, stranger.”

He looks cute, and it makes you sick. 

“Hey,” you reply, and you can feel your cheeks heat up for no apparent reason. All he’s done is say hello, but you haven’t seen his face in four days, and the last time you saw him you were —

“What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you say, and then you can’t help but blurt out, “You’ve been busy.” It comes out accusatory, and you regret it immediately. 

Vernon looks surprised, and you watch as his eyebrows raise. “Yeah, I had that big project to finish, remember?” 

You nod, avoiding eye contact through the screen. “Right.”

He’s quiet again before he says teasingly, “If you missed me you can just say so.” 

You know it’s an attempt to lighten the mood, but it hits so deep all of a sudden that you think you might cry. Did he not miss you, too? 

You know it’s a cheap move, but you absolutely cannot look at him when he tells you that the kissing had meant nothing, that it was all a mistake. That you’re better off as friends. 

“Hey,” he says when you shift your phone so that your face is just out of sight. You can practically hear his pout. “Come back.”

“I’m just gonna go,” you say weakly, and you can see in your peripheral vision the way Vernon sits up straight. 

“Hey, no. Wait. Please come back? Let me say something.”

You bite your lip as the tears well up. It takes you a minute, but you manage to take a breath and set your phone back upright to look at him. 

“Y/N,” he says gently, and you can see his soft smile through the screen. “Bro.”

You can’t help but smile a bit at that, and he takes that as a sign to continue. 

“Did you think I was avoiding you?”

You shrug. 

“You think I kissed you and then avoided you on purpose?”

Your heart stutters over itself a bit as he says the words out loud. When he puts it like that, you suppose it sounds a bit silly. Because it’s Vernon, and he would never be so cruel. You shrug again, but you still can’t find it in you to speak. 

“Kissing you is probably all I've thought about for the better part of the last few months,” he continues, and your eyes widen. “I wasn't deliberately avoiding you, I just... I was busy, that part’s true, but it seemed like a good time to give you some space anyway because I know you get into your head sometimes, so I thought that would give you some time to process…” He trails off, a hand running through his hair before he adds, quieter, “You know. In case you…” 

“In case I what?” It’s the first time you’ve spoken in a few minutes, and you can practically see the way Vernon’s shoulders relax at the sound of your voice again. 

He pauses, and then he says softly, “In case you regret it.”

Your eyes widen. “You think I regret it?”

“Do you?”

You shake your head, a bit dizzy as you return, “Do you?”

Vernon’s lip curls up at the side. “No, Y/N. I don’t.”

You’re processing, and he’s quiet as he lets you. He doesn’t regret it. He wanted to kiss you. He… 

It’s silent for another moment and then you say, voice small, “But you didn’t ask me to stay.” 

“Baby,” he says, and your eyes widen. “That’s definitely not because I didn’t want you to. Like I said, I was giving you space.”

“Baby?”

Vernon freezes. “Shit, sorry. Fuck—“

“It’s okay,” you interrupt, and he relaxes a little. 

“Yeah?” He breathes, and you nod. A smile spreads across your lips, warmth spreading through you as it really, truly dawns on you — Vernon likes you back. 

“Yeah,” you affirm. “I think I much prefer that to bro.”

“Yeah?” He says again, and you smile. You’re just realizing now that he seems nervous too, and it makes you feel all sorts of warm and fuzzy inside.

“Mhm.”

You stare at one another through the screen. Vernon’s grin spreads the longer you do, and even though you know your cheeks are flushed, you don’t stop the staring contest. He narrows his eyes, and you let out a giggle. 

“So…”

“So,” he repeats, and you watch as he adjusts to lie down on his couch. “I finished my project.”

That was not where you thought this conversation was headed. “Oh yeah? Good job, bro.” 

Vernon raises his eyebrows at the name, and you flush again. 

“It’s habit,” you whine, and he puts on an exaggerated frown. 

“That’s fine,” he sighs dramatically, “I was going to say that I can hang out with you now that my project is done, but I can see I’m the only romantic one here, bro.”

You gasp. “I can be romantic!”

Vernon grins, and you immediately know you’ve taken his bait as he teases, “Really?”

“I can!” You insist, and he just smiles even wider. 

“Want me to come over so you can show me just how romantic you can be, baby?”

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Thinking about Jun who doesn't let his fun and kiddish side out since he's gotten scolded and shamed for it and partner who is nothing but trying to get him to heal his inner child and standing by his side through it

I'M SO MISERABLE

you're so right who's stopping me from cooking up more and more jun comfort fics

i shall serve.

every single time i open twitter and tiktok I'm met with content that talks about how jun is underappreciated and neglected in comparison to the rest and every single time it makes me wanna scream, bawl out my eyes and write an angsty hurt/comfort fic about him

"stop walking in circles y/n, jun begged, i’m feeling giddy."

sat on the sofa in order to put his shoes on, jun was looking at you wandering into your shared apartment since at least twenty minutes.

"i mean, i’m always giddy around you but still, you’ll make a hole into the parquet."

finally looking at your boyfriend, you asked, feeling uneasy :

"but what if she doesn’t like me?"

frowning at your question, the young man mumbled, caught off guard :

"why do you think that? of course she’ll like you."

softly forcing you to stop your tracks, jun grabbed your chin to meet your gaze. your bottom lip nervously shaking, you acquiesced :

"yes, i’m scared she thinks i’m not a good girlfriend for you."

jun’s heart broke at your words, only realising now how worried you were. while he grabbed you hands to force you to sit next to him, you carried on :

"what if they think i don’t deserve you? what if she finds that i’m too much of a picky eater? and that i’m not interesting enough? and your step father? what if he think i’m stupid? and your brother? what if he thinks his present is lame? i’m just an outsider, maybe this was too early for me to come with you at such a family event like chrismas. i don’t want to be a burden."

jun received your flood of questions with full force, becoming fully aware of the fact that you were actually way more anxious by this dinner than he expected. of course, he knew that you were an introvert who needed time to get comfortable and that it was the first time you physically met his family but still, he thought he told you enough stories about how excited his mother was to meet you that you were less worried. but he understood that it only made your concerns grow, completely scared of not being enough.

"my mom will unconditionally adore you. she always asks how you’re doing when i call her to the point where i sometimes think she loves you more than me. you became a member of our family the moment i kissed you on your front door, you instantly had a place at our table for chrismas as well as for every family event and non-family event."

pressing a soft kiss on your temple, jun added without any hesitation :

"if you feel too overwhelmed, we can stay here tonight, i’ll tell my mom that i am sick."

"why? you exclaimed in panic, no don’t lie or stay for me! you can’t see them regularly, i don’t want to be a burden."

"you aren’t a burden, y/n. and i would absolutely hate to know that you’re spending christmas in a hotel room alone or that you’re forcing yourself for my sake."

"and i would absolutely hate to know that you’re not seeing your family for my overthinking ass, you retorted before ordering with a determined tone in order to suppress your nervousness, enough with the overthinking, we’ll be late, let’s go now."

"that’s my girl, jun murmured with a fond smile, don’t worry, they will love you. and if you ever feel tensed or uncomfortable, tell me."

"always. thank you for dealing with my stupid concerns," you whispered after hugging him tightly.

"if it bothers you, then it isn’t stupid, jun reassured, now let’s go for real or my mom will scold me for being late."

a/n : chrismas isn’t over yet, i’m still allowed to post this silly lil drabble. merry christmas everyone!

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