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dkisms · 1 year ago

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Emotionally Unavailable

Vernon x afab!reader /// 8.4k words /// fluff, smut, light angst between characters

Warnings: You being Mingyu's sister, Vernon vernoning

You felt your abdomen tighten as he kissed down your stomach, giving you a smirk at your flushed face. He said something you couldn’t hear, or maybe you couldn’t understand, before moving his face down to your core, and-

You shot up out of bed, your hair everywhere. Whatever the fuck that dream was, you wanted nothing to do with it. You didn’t like Vernon, and you were absolutely not thinking about him. You never would, never will, and used your pillow to smack yourself on the head five or six times, hoping that would do the job.

You got up and opened your door, hearing a few voices downstairs. You lived in a house with your older brother, Mingyu, and unfortunately due to that, met quite a few of his friends. You met Cheol when you were a kid, and thought he was like another brother. The same was the case with Wonwoo, an esports gamer that hung out with Mingyu 90% of the time with his girlfriend, who you loved (and thought was way out of his league, if you were honest).

Vernon was a unique member of the group. He transferred to your brother’s class in high school, and was quick friends. Originally, you wanted nothing to do with them, and them with you, but Mingyu’s nerd group invited you to a few places in high school. You weren’t even close to being in the same friend group; opting for skirts and studying hard, in comparison to the hawaiian shirt wearing weed group your brother followed into college.

After college, when the group had graduated (and now you just a few months ago), you moved in with Mingyu, as the both of you worked nearby. Unfortunately for you, that left you stuck with the same group he claimed was his ‘Bombshell Babe Bestfriends’ (you can’t forget the t-shirts they made) - and the rest was history.

You quickly got ready for the day, and headed downstairs, seeing Mingyu and the rest of the BBB’s. Wonwoo gave you a little wave, seeing you with your work gear, and winced.

“Stuck working on a Saturday?” He asked, pulling his earphones off.

“Yeah,” You said, grabbing a tiny bottle of apple juice from the fridge. “Need to get a proposal done for work, and then I can have Monday off.”

“Don’t forget the party!” Mingyu called as you left the house, shutting the door behind you.

Of course, the party. You had avoided thinking about it, knowing large groups of people wasn’t your thing, and honestly hoping you wouldn’t have to go. It was an engagement party for Jeonghan, or maybe just an excuse for everyone to go drink Cheol’s expensive liquor, but they took any excuse they could.

You got into work, where Cheol sent you the time to arrive, and yanked your laptop out, ready to work.

—-////—-

You let out a groan to pop the bones in your back, looking out the window next to you. The sky was painted a beautiful mix of pinks, purples, and oranges; the sign it was time for you to leave. You shuffled the laptop into your bag, turned off the lights, and headed down to your car. Your phone dinged a few times with texts from the BBB’s (you were added to the group chat, with Wonwoo’s girlfriend quickly following), and you shot a quick text that you were leaving.

By the time you got to Cheol’s place outside of town, the sky was turning quite dark, and you parked next to Vernon in one of the few spots available, and headed to the front door, where it swung open to show a drunk Hoshi.

“I was worried you weren’t coming!” He whined, yanking you inside, and you waved at a few stragglers, as he pulled you out back.

The second you were outside, Seungkwan rescued you, giving you a look, and pulling you to the side with him. Before you could even speak, he had a drink in your hand, and was giving you the details on everything that happened before you came in. You looked around as he spoke, and nearly spit your drink out, seeing the BBB club.

“What the..?” You muttered, eyes flowing over the group, confused.

Your own brother, Mingyu, wasn’t wearing his stupid floral shirts, or the crazy colored slides he normally had on when he came to these parties. Wonwoo wasn’t wearing video game merch, instead opting for jeans and a white tee. Scoups had on his usual suit style, but the shock of the century wasn’t from them, it was from Vernon.

Vernon usually wore crazy beanies, and quite often in a tie dye color. Everything was usually more baggy, with no care for what he put together, but this was different. Seungkwan noticed your face and laughed at you.

“Hoshi’s friend was introduced to us today. She’s a stylist, and was appalled at their fashion choices. She helped them pick out a few things, and taught them how to finally dress themselves. Should’ve seen the look on Mingyu’s face when she told him they weren’t college kids anymore, and to dress more their age, if they wanted to find a date.”

I have got to thank her. Spa day, give her the moon, something, you thought, eyes unable to move from the group. Vernon’s shitty floppy hair was no more, replaced by a shaggy hairdo, something close to an undercut. It suited his face, his eyebrows, everything so well, and you couldn’t hardly believe it.

“They look really good.” You said, and Seungkwan hummed in agreement, giving you a side eye.

“Don’t lie to yourself,” he said, sipping his drink. “You’ve had the hots for Vernon for years. It’s weird to me, if I’m honest, but I won’t say it’s not expected. Brother’s best friend cliche and everything.”

You frowned at the statement, sighing. “Not happening. I thought he was cute…ish, and I proved my college self right. But it’s not happening.”

“Why not?” Seungkwan asked, his piercing gaze judging you.

“Because he’s Mingyu’s friend. Listen, I’m not stupid. We’re from different lifestyles. He’s laid back, and working on his company. I’m in architecture, at work 90% of the time. It’s not going to happen. Besides, I don’t want to date right now, and he’s clearly just messing around for fun. Not compatible.” You said, firm.

Seungkwan shook his head, but dropped the subject, as Mingyu ran over with a bottle of soju, and dragged the two of you over to the group. You happily took the bottle to chug it, and grinned at Dino, who was playing a game with Joshua, who was groaning on the ground, pretending to be stabbed. Maybe it was the soju, but when he gestured at you, and you pretended to yank a knife from your neck, the guys had the brightest grin on their faces, shoving you in laughter.

After what was ages of messing around, you checked your watch, wincing at the time, and showing the guys, many of whom were trying to get others to leave. Mingyu nearly collapsed on you, reeking of vodka, as Wonwoo was rounding your group up.

“Vernon’s sleeping over, right?” Mingyu slurred out, stumbling to the passenger seat of the car.

“I am.” Vernon responded, cheeks red. While he wasn’t as drunk as you or Mingyu, he was well on his way, but was still helping Wonwoo get the two of you to the car.

You fell into the backseat with Vernon, the two of you giggling about something Mingyu said, laughing the whole way back to the house. Wonwoo helped Mingyu to bed as you stumbled to the bathroom to brush your teeth, singing some random song. As you left the bathroom, you slammed straight into Vernon, who kept you from falling, and holding you in place.

Do it, your heart screamed, and against all other self control you had left, you stared at him while he talked away, not hearing anything in your brain. He waved a hand in front of your face as you blinked at him, and within seconds, you reached up to grab his shirt, yanking him down into a kiss, teeth bashing against his. You let go as your brain slowly caught up to you, and you stared at him for a millisecond, before running to your room, locking the door behind you quickly, and hiding within the sheets of your bed.

—-////—-

You might just end it. Jump out the window? Or maybe just become a nun. A thousand and one thoughts raced through your brain as you panicked, staring up at your ceiling. You were well aware everyone was awake, and had left, but you didn’t think you could bear to look anyone in the eye at this moment. For fucks sake, you had just told Seungkwan you weren’t going to do anything, but your stupid drunk self apparently thought Vernon was too pretty to pass up.

You slowly stepped from your room, and stared to the hall, where Vernon’s shoes were missing, and let out a sigh of relief. You snuck to the kitchen to grab food, praying to any god above Mingyu was in his room, or doing anything else.

“What in the actual fuck are you doing?” Mingyu asked, staring from the living room as you tiptoed, and froze.

“What- what do you mean?” You asked, and he squinted at you.

“Looking like the actual fucking grinch.” He said, and scoffed. “The guys left. Said you were crazy drunk last night.”

“Did… did they say anything else?” You said, and he shook his head.

“Dude, you are fucking weird today. No, nothing happened. Jeonghan has pictures, though.” He said.

You listened to him ramble about the party and Jeonghan as you stole some leftovers, confused. You had honestly figured Vernon would say something, after all, he had before. When he had first met Mingyu, your stupid self hadn’t checked if anyone was home before gushing all about the crush you had on a classmate, and had proceeded to tell the rest of BBB about it, sending you crying to your room as they joked about beating the poor kid up that had stolen your heart. Sure, you were adults now, but that never stopped Mingyu from teasing you when you looked at a waiter too long, or when you were ‘extra nice to one of their friends’.

You sighed, calming yourself down, as you headed to your room. It clearly wasn’t an issue, and you didn’t have to worry about it.

—-////—-

Okay, maybe you had to worry about it. You felt like your skin was on fire as some of the guys grabbed snacks, and Vernon just stared at you from his spot on the couch. Surely you weren’t obvious. Yes, you did pick the spot furthest away, but you figured it wasn’t an issue, as you and Vernon rarely sat together.

“Here.” Wonwoo said, passing you a bag of candy, and a bottle of soda.

You gave him a nod as the others settled in, and you grabbed your blanket, hiding away. If Vernon couldn’t see you, he wouldn’t think about it. Right? Had to be the truth. The movies felt like ages, and by the time the third movie hit, you were over it. You slid away to the bathroom as quiet as possible, hearing everyone snoring away on their respective spots. After using the bathroom, and staring at yourself in the mirror to beg yourself to calm down, you headed back down the hall, only to have a hand grabbing your arm to stop you. You jumped 5 or so feet and turned to see Vernon, who pulled you into a side room, and gestured for you to be quiet.

“Can I help you?” You asked, pretending to be confused. Vernon just gave you a blank look.

“Don’t try it. You’re obvious. Why are you acting like… that.” He said, giving you a look.

“Like what?” You asked. “Seriously, it’s fine.”

“Apparently not. I figured you were drunk as hell, and made a stupid decision. I get it. But even Mingyu is noticing you acting weird. Knock it off.” He said, and you nodded, cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You’re pretty and all, but Mingyu’s friend. It won’t happen again, I swear.” You said, and he smiled at you.

“I’m pretty?” He teased. “Ahh, this gives me memories of when you were in middle school.”

“Vernon.” You warned, and he chuckled. “Seriously, not funny. I cried. Listen, it was a mista-”

You froze as he bent down to kiss you, cutting you off. He tasted like the bag of sour gummy worms he devoured while watching the movie, and you couldn’t help but kiss him back, pulling him closer by his neck. His tongue ran along your bottom lip as you parted them, and he swallowed any moan that came from your mouth. He pulled away the second he heard Mingyu wake up and called for him, and held up a finger to his lips to signal you to stay quiet about this, as he headed back, telling Mingyu he went to the bathroom, and casually mentioning you left to get some sleep.

Yeah, you were definitely fucked.

—-////—-

“So you… made out with Vernon…?” Seungkwan asked, staring at you face down on the table, nodding at the question.

“Mhm.” You said, lifting your head to sip your coffee, looking anywhere but at your friend.

“Nice.” He said, and you made a noise of discontent. “Seriously, Seungkwan. Don’t joke around.”

“I’m not,” He said, putting his hands together, and staring at you with pursed lips. “I’m about to be the most serious I have been in years, so listen well. You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You constantly kept yourself locked away in college, studying like your life depended on it, and doing nothing fun. Then, you graduate and get a desk job that you hate. This is the first time in your god forsaken life that you let yourself be impulsive, and he clearly reciprocated. Don’t act all mopey.”

You sighed at his monologue, nodding at the information. It was true, you were always a hard ass, and maybe that was why you said fuck it at Jeonghan’s party. Joshua had been so excited to see you join, and you truly had been the happiest in a while messing around like that.

“As your extra special bff, I have to say, I’m shocked this hasn’t happened sooner. I mean, you’ve both been single, I figured he would’ve gotten drunk and made a move, not you.” Seungkwan commented, offhand. “But, as nicely as I can say, you need to get laid. You’ve had a stick lodged up there for a good 8 or so years, and I think he can help you.”

You threw your napkin at him with a frown, irritated. Maybe he was just being a good, honest friend, and had your best interests at heart. Even if it was just about banging Vernon. You flipped him off as he grabbed your phone, and his eyes bugged out, jaw dropping. You gave him a look, and he handed your phone over, as a text from Vernon sat on the top of your screen, asking if you wanted to come over.

“I was kidding about you getting laid- but now I’m not. I have never seen this man text a girl. Ever. About coming to his house. He’s always been to theirs.” He said.

You responded with sure, ill be over, and he shot you his address within seconds. Seungkwan smacked your shoulder with the biggest grin, and fixed your hair.

“Have fuuuuuun!” He yelled out, and you flipped him off, throwing your coffee away.

—-////—-

Vernon’s house was likely the first image on google if you searched up ‘bachelor pad’. He had maybe 3 pans, no pillows, and the most boring color scheme on planet earth.

“You’ve got the most boring apartment on planet earth,” You said, wincing at the contents of the fridge. “Seriously, you need a trip to target. Or ikea. Or Daiso.”

He shrugged at the environment. “I’m not really here a ton, and the others picked most of my stuff out. I don’t care about it that much.”

You let out a fake gag as you wandered, joining him in the living room, as he pulled you down to the couch with him, directly onto his lap. He smirked at you as you rolled your eyes at his forwardness, opting to kiss the man on the nose, as he immediately wrinkled it at you.

“Don’t act cute.” He muttered, nose gliding over your neck, feeling like a feather on your skin.

You let out a noise of content as he glided his lips right over yours, almost teasing, like he was waiting for you to take action first. With every sentence Seungkwan told you running through your brain, you let your hands run through his hair, and he hummed at the feeling, resting his head in your hand.

“As much as I’d love to do this all day, I’m horny as fuck.” Vernon said, breaking the silence, and you laughed.

“Yeah, yeah. I assumed you booty called me.”

“Are you going to oppose it?” He asked, looking at your face. “You don’t have to, you know. I know you’re big on not fucking with Mingyu’s friends.”

You let out a sigh, thoughts trailing. To be fair, a few people had come to Mingyu to be his friend, only for him to find out they had a thing for you. Since then, he had a hard barrier, and you and Vernon were teetering on the edge of that cliff, ready to go off.

Vernon stared at your lips as you leaned down to kiss him. Like last time, he faintly tasted of sour candy, and that intensified the second his tongue was in your mouth. You heard Mingyu and the others joking about how Vernon’s exes all talked about how his kissing skill was the only thing that kept them from dumping him, and you had to agree. It felt hot, and like everything you were missing, and quite quickly was bringing that comfortable pressure at the pit of your stomach. His hands moved up your shirt, yanking it off, and throwing it across the room, as he ogled your chest.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” You asked, unimpressed.

“I should. Print it out and put it in my phone.” He said, and you smacked his hand when he actually reached for his phone.

“No! I was kidding!” You said, and he smirked at the panicked look on your face.

“I’d never. You’d be the one sending it.” He said, pulling you into another kiss.

He turned the both of you on the couch so you’d be laying down, and kissed down your neck, undoing the button on your jeans. You decided he was taking far too long, and helped yank his t-shirt off, and go for the button on his jeans right after. It felt like the two of you were kids in high school, trying to get in each other’s pants as fast as possible, before your parents got home.

Vernon yanked your jeans and down your hips, your underwear coming with. Vernon eyed the mess between your thighs, licking his lips. He pulled you towards the edge of the couch, where he kneeled down in front of the couch, and jumped forward, like a lion watching its prey. The second his mouth was on you, you let out the highest moan you think you’ve ever given.

If your dream felt like bliss when you woke up, then this was heavenly. Vernon knew exactly how to operate his mouth, what to do with his tongue, and was clearly more of a giver. Your legs trembled as he licked at you, soaking up the wetness between your thighs, and drinking it up like a man starved.

You yanked at Vernon’s hair, and he let out a loud moan, the vibrations causing you to shudder, and come. Vernon moaned at the feeling, backing up from you with flushed cheeks. He caught his breath before getting up to kiss you, the taste of sour gummies mixing with your own orgasm.

“Can I?” He asked, his hips grinding into yours.

“Please.” You begged Vernon, dying to feel him in you.

Vernon watched your face as he pushed into you, and slowly slotted his hips against yours. You whimpered at the feeling, legs shaky.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Vernon groaned, putting one of his hands next to your head, and moving slowly.

“Fucking- please go faster, Vernon.” You begged, and he grabbed your hips to hold you where he needed, and sped up.

Each thrust of his hips felt heavenly for you, knowing damn well it had been awhile since you had gotten off in any form. It also helped that he was fantastic at every move he made, and the second he shifted his hips to snap at the spot you had been begging him to hit, you about lost it.

Vernon was trying not to lose it himself, reaching with his thumb to circle at your clit. You were loud in every sense of the word, and he was lucky his neighbors weren’t home to hear the sounds you were making. His grunts grew in volume as they appeared more often, the both of you clearly close to release.

“Vernon, please let me come.” You begged, nails digging into his back, hard enough to draw blood.

“Come for me.” He said, and you obeyed, giving a loud whine as he snapped his hips one last time, and came.

Your head felt fuzzy as you heaved a breath, Vernon pulling out, and running for a rag to clean you up. Once he got you and the couch clean, he picked up your clothes, handing them to you, and grabbed his. You honestly felt a little insulted, not wanting to be kicked out, and he threw his clothes on, and turned to you.

“Want some food?” He asked, and squinted at your face. “I’m not kicking you out,” He said quickly, wanting to give you some relief he wasn’t an entire asshole. “I’m just hungry as hell, so I figured you’d want to come with me.”

Your face reddened as you realized he read you like a book, and quickly got up to go to the bathroom and get dressed, fixing your hair in the mirror. Vernon held the door open for you, and gave you a grin, as he made you pull up directions for a ramen shop, and jump in his car.

—-////—-

“....Aren’t they the same?” Vernon asked, eyeing the two towels in your hand, as you compared colors.

You gave him a look as you threw the moss green towel in the cart, picking up a set, and a few other items. After a good month and a half of hooking up with Vernon, you had enough of the college bachelor pad, and started to fix it up. He didn’t notice the three or four candles you set on the side tables, and the books you brought in for decoration, but the moment you started organizing his pantry, he was quick to find out the other things you had done around. He pouted for a good couple of days about the things you added, but after finding the organization side of tiktok while high, he called you up with his credit card, and ran you to target.

Vernon grabbed a couple of things for you, including a toothbrush and hairbrush, and a couple of hair supplies, dropping them into the cart without a word. At the look you gave, he avoided your eyes, and you grinned.

“Awww, for me?”

“I’ve been asking you to stay over instead of coming randomly. You said you couldn’t because your hair stuff was at home, so I figured I’d get you some.”

You cooed at his face and squeezed his cheek, running over to checkout. You pushed the cart to his car and nearly dropped to the ground to hide, as Mingyu called out to him, jogging over. You snuck around the side of the car to avoid him, as Mingyu looked at the things in his cart.

“Are you redoing your house or some shit?” He asked, picking up a towel.

“Uh, yeah.” Vernon said, nodding awkwardly.

Mingyu stared at the things in the cart, and the hair supplies, before looking at Vernon’s awkward face, and back at the things, and so on. After a good ten times of looking back and forth, he narrowed his eyes. You and Vernon felt your hearts beating a mile a minute, nervous as hell, and Vernon looked toward you, dying inside.

“Your mom is coming by and you didn’t tell me?” Mingyu said, insulted.

Thank fuck Mingyu had the common sense of a rock today, and couldn’t piece anything together, because you were not ready for any sort of conversation about the two of you today. Mingyu punched Vernon’s shoulder as he felt his soul return to his body, suddenly exhausted.

“Uh, yeah, man. I’ll tell you when we can have you over.” He said, and Mingyu nodded fervently.

“You better. Love her food, man. See you later!” He said, and jogged off to the store.

Vernon quietly tossed the bags in the car and jumped in, head thumping back against the headrest, as you jumped in the car. You pat the top of Vernon’s head in pity as he sighed, turning on the car.

“I think I about died,” Was all he could say, and looked over at you. “Nice job, by the way. Head on a swivel. You ought to play valorant. You could spot people a mile away.”

You nodded as he drove to his apartment, and helped him grab bags. The two of you carried them upstairs, and your phone dinged, a picture loading up from your mother. You froze in front of the door, dropping a bag, as Vernon looked back at you, confused. The image she sent was clear, of Vernon holding the cart while you fixed his hair, oblivious to the woman. Avoiding Mingyu, sure, you could do it. Avoiding your mom? You forgot about that.

—-////—-

You sat at dinner with your parents and Mingyu, feeling awkward. You had specially gone to your parents before him (which was rare), and told her not to say anything. The looks you gave each other over the kimchi fried rice was enough for her not to say anything, but promising to talk later.

You finished your food, heading to the kitchen to grab a drink, and gestured to your mother to follow you outside, where you sat down at a table in the garden.

“Alright,” She said, turning to you. “Want to tell me what’s going on with you and Vernon?”

“Okay.” You said, taking a deep breath. “I accidentally kissed him after Jeonghan’s engagement party thing. Thought that was the end of it, but he came up to me later, and, well, we’ve been hanging out ever since.”

Your mom gave you a look, knowing damn well what ‘hanging out’ meant. You sighed, and stared at her, then looked over in the house where Mingyu was messing around playing games with your dad.

“Is it serious?” Your mom asked, taking a drink from her tea.

“No, not really. Just meeting up from time to time, and getting food. No dates.”

“Darling,” Your mother said, putting her drink down, and you winced, knowing Mama Kim was coming out. “I have told you time and time again, to not mess with men who won’t give you the time of day.” She said.

You nodded, feeling like a kicked dog. “Yes ma’am.”

“He’s a good boy. I’m absolutely positive he likes you. If he wants to be around you, even after seeing you in braces,” she said, as you groaned with a ‘moooooooom’, “Then he’s worth the time. No boy would let his… not yet girlfriend, or whatever you are, take him shopping with his own money if he didn’t care.”

You nodded, feeling a lump in your chest. While it was true, the two of you weren’t together, you had been there nearly every day of the week. You had told Mingyu it was working late, but if you weren’t at Vernon’s, he was at yours. At first you screwed around with each other, but he started to invite you to hang out before, or after sex. You knew damn well that wasn’t how relationships worked, as your other friends also had FWB, and they never got ramen delivered to them at work, or picked up after a long day. To be honest, you absolutely held feelings for Vernon, but tried to hide them well. You knew he wasn’t interested like you were, and knew he didn’t want anything serious. You avoided this thought like the plague, positive it would ruin your relationship.

“Don’t think about it that hard,” Your mother said, fixing your hair behind your ear. “But don’t let yourself get used like many others. You’re a strong, beautiful woman, and you’ve been with him through thick and thin. He knows you. If he cares, he’ll be good to you.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes at the tears that threatened to come out. Mingyu interrupted your session before calling to the both of you to come in from the cold weather. You fixed yourself up and followed your mom, waving off Mingyu at your upset face, blaming it on the full moon, or something. Your mother kissed your head as you threw on your jacket, giving you the look. The ‘You better talk to this boy, or he won’t be let in my house’, and you sighed, giving both of your parents a hug, getting into Mingyu’s car to head home.

——////——

To be honest, you were sure you were going to lose it at any point. You were currently with the BBB’s - in Vernon’s house. When you walked in with the boys, you pretended to be shocked with them, seeing all of the decorations. ‘Oh my god, Vernon, you decorated!’, or ‘Where’d the hell you get all that shit?’ was the resounding question from the group. Mingyu had mentioned his mom was coming to stay, but then they found it. Your toothbrush.

The scream and stomping from down the hall was loud as you sat at a kitchen barstool, watching Wonwoo and Vernon order. Cheol carried the brush in his hand in shock, yelling about how he just had to have someone over. Mingyu argued, but when Sherlock fucking Holmes Wonwoo got up and checked the bathroom, he started to agree. Then, the morons decided to look around.

A pair of slippers here, a ponytail there - and the shampoo and conditioner in the shower. Not just that, but the rest of the hair supplies - ones that Vernon’s mom would never know about. The second Cheol found the shoes, he started a pile, and it just kept growing. You were nervous as hell, and Vernon did nothing to help, instead watching the pile grow, without a care in the world.

“Dude! This is insane.” Mingyu said. “Wonwoo and Cheol are right - it’s not your mom’s. What’s going on?”

“I’m dating someone.” Was all Vernon said, before all hell broke loose.

Mingyu was shrieking, in disbelief. Wonwoo was laughing, paying up Cheol, saying he knew Vernon was going to find someone before Mingyu. You sat, a cold sweat going down your spine. Vernon said you were dating. The man who wanted nothing in relationships, claimed he was dating. Wonwoo seemed to hold the same thoughts, as he and Mingyu rambled off questions that Vernon answered vaguely. He eventually let out a groan, putting the pile back, before begging that the group get food instead. Mingyu huffed, suspicious, muttering about how they’d find out.

—-////—-

In your defense, at least it wasn’t Mingyu first. You were with Vernon, as he lay on the couch, laying on your stomach, his hand trailing up and down your thigh as you both watched some random movie. Vernon hadn’t even noticed his phone go off from Wonwoo saying how he left his good headphones there, and needed them back. Fortunately for Wonwoo, he figured his buddy wasn’t home, and used the key Vernon had hidden. Unfortunately for the two of you, however, when Wonwoo opened the door and saw the two of you. Wonwoo stared in disbelief when Vernon shot up, and stared back, and you felt nauseous.

“Well, shit.” Vernon said, hopping up and grabbing his phone, seeing the messages.

He walked over to the front door and locked it behind Wonwoo, leading him over to sit down in the living room, giving water to the shell shocked individual.

“Wha… I always bet on you being last. And never with her.” Wonwoo said.

After spending a good five or so minutes explaining everything to Wonwoo, he stared between the two of you.

“So… you’re dating?” He asked.

“Uh, well-” You started, and Vernon cut you off.

“We are, yeah.” He said.

You eyed the stoic man, opting to stay quiet until Wonwoo left. The second he did, you stared at Vernon until he turned around, and gave you a look. He walked into the kitchen and you followed, hopping up on the counter.

“What’s wrong?”

“Vernon, you told Wonwoo we’re dating.”

“Yeah, I know. We are.” He said.

“What- no, we aren’t. You- you never asked me. I thought you wanted to just hook up.” You said, a little self conscious.

Vernon walked up in front of you, hands on your thighs. It felt like a heavy weight as he sighed at you, putting a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Baby, I’ve had my damn eyes on you for years. I’m not letting you go now. You’ve got me hooked.” He whispered into your ear, and slotted himself between your thighs.

“Wha-what do you mean?” You asked, and he kissed your forehead, smiling.

“Seriously? I liked you when you were in high school. You were stood up, and I came and got you. It was the first time I noticed you, for real.”

It had been a week or so right after the sports season had started. You had gone on a date with a popular football player, but during the middle of it, he had left with a cheerleader ex or something that wanted him back. You were more pissed than anything, until you realized he had left you alone in front of the restaurant you both went to, with no way to get home. You had called Mingyu and Cheol about 20 or so times, but neither answered. Vernon was your last choice, but when he texted the group chat a meme, and you called him, he ran over instantly to pick you up. The two of you went for ice cream and returned home, not really talking to each other much afterward.

“Listen.” Vernon said, serious. “At first, I was casual with you because I didn’t want to overwhelm you with your stress about Mingyu. I kept my distance. But I’m gonna be completely honest. I don’t give a fuck how Mingyu feels. I understand when he was keeping you away from everyone when we were all young and stupid. But we’re both adults. We can do whatever the fuck we want, and he shouldn’t have that much of an opinion on it. I let you redo my house, I keep your hair and body stuff over here, you have shit in my closet. I don’t let random girls do that. Only you.”

His eyes were piercing you, and every statement he gave hit you harder than the last. Vernon was right. You cared far too much for Mingyu’s opinion, and had been hiding around with Vernon. As difficult it was for you, you can only imagine how it felt for the guy that liked you for ages having to go behind his friend’s back.

“I’m sorry,” You said, and Vernon’s head dropped onto your chest, your words feeling like they had lifted weights right off his chest. “I had talked to my mom about it, and I was just… I don’t want Mingyu to hate us for it.”

“I’ll get him to hate me instead, I promise.” Vernon said. “Don’t worry about it anymore.”

“So we’re dating now?” You asked after a short silence, and Vernon groaned.

“You’re an idiot. Yes, we’re dating. Good news: don’t have to worry about introducing you to my parents, and vice versa.”

“Vernon, I don’t think I’m the idiot.”

“Shhh. Your boobs feel really nice right now.”

—-////—-

You introduced Vernon to your parents soon after that, opting to tell Mingyu within a week after. Your mom was quite pleased when he came by, and your father was gushing about how he adored Vernon. His parents were the same, with his mom nearly crying in happiness when you showed up. ‘Less work to get used to his girlfriend’, she claimed, and you couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times she slipped up to call you her daughter when talking about the two of you.

You were helping him grab his stuff to go home, and gave him a kiss at the door of your house, when you heard a whistle. Cheol stood at his car on the street, watching in awe, as the two of you looked at his car. He wasn’t the concern, however, as Mingyu stood at the passenger door, the bag he was holding now abandoned on the ground. He looked absolutely crushed as he watched the two of you, and before you could say anything, he was walking up to the two of you. He shoved between the two of you, barely looking at Vernon, slamming the door on the way in.

“I got this,” You said, squeezing Vernon’s hand. “He’ll come around. I’m gonna talk to him.”

“Keep me updated, please.” Vernon said, before heading home, and Cheol left after him, not wanting to deal with any of it.

“Mingyu?” You called, going upstairs to his room, where he lay in bed, covered in blankets, glaring at the wall.

“What.” He said, venom dripping in his words. “I’d like to not have to talk to the one who broke up my friends.”

“I didn’t do that,” You said, sitting on the end of the bed. “Listen, you’re still friends with Vernon. You’re all still the BBB’s. Vernon’s just dating.”

“He’s dating you, that’s the point. My one rule, and he couldn’t keep it in his fucking pants. Told him to leave you the fuck alone. Figured I had better friends than last time, but no. Had to screw you and fuck it all up.”

You recoiled in shock at his statement, rage building. You had thought your brother wouldn’t act like a child with it, but the insults were too far.

“Okay, that’s too fucking far.” You said, angry. “Let me be fucking clear, Kim Mingyu. I approached Vernon. Not him to me. I did it. And I will not say this more than once. I am my own person, and I like who I choose. I’m sorry it was Vernon. I kept it quiet, not wanting to push anything without making sure I actually wanted some sort of future. I’m sorry, Mingyu, but I love Vernon, and if I have to move out over it, so be it.” You finished, crying, and headed to your room to wallow in your own misery.

After an hour or so, you heard a knock on your doorway, as your mom stood there, giving you a look of pity.

“What are you doing here?” You croaked out, rubbing your eyes.

“I came as soon as Vernon called me.” She cooed, giving you a hug.

“Vernon called?”

“Yes. He didn’t think it was appropriate for him to be here,” She said. “I talked to Mingyu.”

“What did he say?”

“He’s scared. He doesn’t want anything to get in between his friends and family.” Your mom said. “He’s talking to Vernon on the phone now.”

“I don’t want to get in between everyone.” You cried, and she wiped your tears. “You won’t, he just needs time. I’ll go make dinner, okay?”

She walked out, and a few minutes later, you told her to come in when she knocked, only for Mingyu to be at the door, standing awkwardly.

“Mingyu.” You called, and he sat down next to you, looking tired.

“I talked to Vernon.” He said, quiet.

“What did he say?” You asked, knowing that Vernon had been texting you the whole time.

“You guys really love each other. Families know and everything.”

“Mingyu,” You said, sitting up to face him. “I was serious when I said we discussed everything. I was so stressed out about you finding out. I didn’t know how far it would go, but we really do like each other.”

“Love each other.” Mingyu corrected, and about gagged after he said it. “Gross.”

“That’s because you don’t have someone yet.” You said, pulling him into a hug. “I promise, you’ll find someone. Even Wonwoo did, and she hated his guts. But I digress. We knew you’d take it pretty hard, and I was fucking terrified. We were going to talk to you this week, but you came back early from your workout. I’m sorry you were told that way.”

“I told him to leave you alone,” Mingyu pouted, and you sighed in relief, knowing he wasn’t as pissed as before.

“I know, he told me. To be fair, he did, until I got drunk.”

“Ew, I don’t want to hear that.” Mingyu whined.

“Mingyu, please. We actually, uh, love each other. I don’t know what the future holds, but we are adult enough to approach this seriously. I know you’re more scared than anything about the group being friends. I promise nothing will change. We will be professional.”

“Professional?” Mingyu asked, teasing. “What is this, school? I know. Vernon told me everything, and I was more surprised you both went to the parents. For Vernon, I know it’s serious. He never does that. Took me like, two years to meet his mom.”

“Yeah. And five for me,” You muttered. “What do you think about… y’know, everything?”

“Not necessarily mad. Not happy. Just… in between. I get it, because even Cheol made fun of Vernon’s crush, and a couple of my girl friends mentioned you and Vernon working together. I tried to ignore it, but I suppose the world did it in spite.” He said, sighing dramatically. “I suppose I can eventually get over it. Just nothing in front of me, and give me a two week notice if you go dumping him.” He said.

“You’ve got it, Mingoo.” You said, happy, and he shoved you at the nickname.

“Alright, mom’s been waiting at the door. Let’s go get some food.” He said, and you heard your mom scurry off to the kitchen.

You got up and headed to the kitchen as Mingyu ruffled you hair, and gave you a smile.

“Don’t let him break your heart.”

“I won’t,” You said, honestly. “I’d break his first.”

—-////—-

“How could you do this to me?” Vernon asked, hurt.

You stared at him, unamused, as he held his dinosaur plush. You gave him a look with an arched brow, lips pursed.

“Vernon, his name isn’t Dinosaurus. It’s Trevor.”

“I don’t care, Trevor is stupid. Get that shit out of here.”

You lunged across the couch to grab it, and took off running through the house, as he let out a yell and chased you. You shut your door in his face as he yelled, locking it, and hiding under your bed. You heard him pick the lock as he whistled, and reached under your bed to yank you from under it. He held onto you as you thrashed in his arms, refusing to give up. He tickled your sides as you giggled, gasping for air, and he yanked the plush, jumping in victory. You jumped up to grab it and whined, instead opting to play dirty. You grabbed at his belt, pulling him closer, and trailed your fingers up his chest, and leaned forward, and his eyes went straight to your chest. The moment he lowered his arms to hold you, you grabbed the plush, heading straight for the door.

Vernon closed the door before you could get out, holding it shut with one arm, the other wrapping around your hip. “You play a nasty game.” He said, grabbing the stupid doll, throwing it somewhere else, and holding you against him as he pressed his hips against your backside.

“There an issue?” You teased, looking back at him, and let out a squeal as he lifted you to carry you over to the bed.

“Yes, an issue we’re finishing here.” He said. “I’ve needed you all day, and you’ve teased me every second.”

“I’ve done no such thing.” You said, and he scoffed, kissing down your neck.

“You’re a little tease.” He said, and moved his hand down into your jeans to palm at your underwear. “And I’m not the only one all bothered, with how wet you are.”

He removed his hand quickly to get off your clothes, yanking his off as fast as possible. You licked your lips seeing his cock, ready for him to fuck you.

“Why don’t you take a picture?” Vernon said, high pitched, imitating the first time you were together.

“Cute.” You muttered, and rolled your eyes.

Vernon gave you a kiss before twirling his finger and you rolled onto your stomach, shaking your ass at him, as he stared.

“Don’t do that, or I’m gonna cum before I’m even in you.” He said, and you laughed as he pulled you towards the edge of the bed.

“Cute. I’d really love to see-that-” You let out a moan as he pushed into you quickly, moaning as he bottomed out.

“Fuck, so tight.” He said, hissing as your walls squeezed him just right.

“Baby, please move.” You said, and he held your hips in place as he moved, hitting you deep.

You gripped the sheets tight, brows furrowed as he hit you just right every time. Vernon had gotten a little more vocal with you, and he grabbed your neck to pull you up and hold you against him.

“Fuck,” He hissed, seeing the way your chest bounced with each thrust, and knew he wouldn’t last.

You gasped as Vernon’s finger touched your clit to rub at it, and you whimpered at the sensation. He was far more aggressive this time with you, harder and faster than normal, and maybe it was because you pissed him off with the plushie, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you took a mental list of everything you could steal to get him to act this way, only snapping out of your own brain when he changed his grip on your hips to hold you in place.

It felt bruising, almost, and the only things you could process hearing was both of your moans getting louder with the sounds of skin.

“You take me so well,” Vernon said, and felt you squeeze him just right as his movements grew sloppy, skin sticky with sweat.

“Please let me cum,” You begged Vernon, and he nodded as you cried out, feeling the muscles in your stomach spasm.

Vernon let out a long groan as he came, hips slowing to a stop, breathing heavy. He pulled out to drop next to you on the bed, exhausted, and your legs shook as you got up to look for a towel. You returned minutes later after cleaning up yourself to help Vernon, and you could’ve sworn the poor guy was on cloud nine, floating in the atmosphere.

“You good, baby?” You said with a laugh, and he pulled you into the blankets with him.

“Great.” Vernon said, and you cooed at him, throwing on his shirt and a clean pair of underwear.

After a couple of minutes of cuddling with him, and laughing about his hair being everywhere, along with yours, you heard your brother call he was home, and you called back to him. A few minutes after that, you heard him talking to Cheol, and then knocked on your door, whining about Vernon being missing. You groaned and got up, cracking it open.

“Can I help you?” You asked.

“Yeah. I want to watch tv. Vernon’s MIA, so I figured the three of us could chill.” He said, grinning like a puppy.

“Uh, I’m a little busy, so I’ll be down for later if you want.”

“Seriously? You’ve been home all day. What are you doing?” He whined.

Before you could say anything, Vernon got up and pulled the door open farther, and Mingyu jumped, seeing him behind you.

“Oh! Vernon! Hey…”

He trailed off as he scanned the mess of your hair, and Vernon’s shirt, over to Vernon, who was clearly only wearing underwear, with fresh hickeys all over your neck, and let out a disgusted noise, shielding his eyes.

“Gross! Gross! No! Get away!” He yelled, running off, and you shut the door, hearing him scream about cooties.

Vernon grinned and grabbed your hand to pull you back into the bed with him, your head on his chest.

“Keep the door open!” Cheol yelled to your room, and you got up to slam it shut, hearing Cheol laugh and Mingyu gagging.

“I don’t think he’s gonna get used to it.” Vernon said, laughing, and you sighed in agreement.

“That’s okay, he’s got years.” You said, and Vernon hummed.

“Years?”

“I just bought a lifetime supply of ramen for me at your place. You’re stuck with me, at least until it’s gone.”

“I’ll just fill it when you’re not there.” He said, and grinned at you as you kissed him.

“How romantic.” You cooed.

“That’s me,” Vernon said, getting comfy. “Pure romance. Exactly what you get.”

“I’m kidding. You’re not a crazy romantic.”

“I know that.” He said, confident. “That’s not why you got with me.”

“And why did I get with you?” You asked, curious.

“It’s because my dick’s big-“ He started, and whined when you smacked him on the arm.

“Vernon! Not with Mingyu here!” You hissed, hearing retching sounds from outside your door.

“Go AWAY Mingyu!” You yelled, and Vernon grinned at you.

“I can give him a reason to leave.” He said, and Mingyu screamed.

“NO! NOT HAPPENING! Goodbye!” He yelled, and you heard the front door slam, as Vernon slid his hand down your side.

“Good, he left. Now, where was I?”

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