#hansol

[breezeoow]

hansol is for the girlies who are scared of being vulnerable, who are always stuck in the past, who are never considered enough, who slam their head every time they are just thinking, who can easily solve others' problems but theirs, who are always the last person to get chosen to be in a team, who are not their fathers princess, who fails trying to put their broken selves together, who developed lots of hobbies to escape, who have never got a personal space.

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen act with their s/o who can't sing

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seungcheol, woozi, wonwoo

very, very gently, in the nicest way possible, offers to give you personal singing lessons (or get his vocal teacher to give u singing lessons). if you express any sort of shame or embarrassment in being bad at singing, he's instantly letting u know that he's here for u to learn how to get better. especially if you tell him how you wish you could be better. he doesn't want you to be feeling bad about urself, so ofc he'll offer his training services to you. singing talent can be taught, after all. and if it's something you want, he'll definitely give it to you. 

jeonghan, minghao, seungkwan

that's okay, not everyone can be as perfect as he is, yk? he doesn't really think much of it. it's not like you have to have the most angelic, gorgeous, golden voice known to mankind just because he does. maybe he does get a bit startled every time you sing and he realises that oh, maybe you are a little bit out of tune (like…most of the time) but it's no issue to him. sing to your heart’s content, even if the notes aren't perfectly correct. don't worry baby, he has singing capabilities enough for the both of you. 

joshua, junhui, mingyu

he's just very endeared by everything about you tbh so u can bet that he thinks ur lack of singing skills is also a very adorable thing. like, he genuinely thinks it makes you even cuter than you already are. you're a bit embarrassed by your inability to hold a tune, but he reassures u (after laughing like a little bit) that it's nothing to be worried about! even encourages you to continue singing if you enjoy it, even if u think you're singing really badly. who cares about good or bad singing? as long as you're happy then that's all that matters <3

hoshi, dokyeom, chan

honestly just very fascinated by that. like, you actually can't sing? you actually can't rap? at all? he's just super amazed because music is literally his entire life, and he can't imagine not singing or doing something musical on a daily basis. he's very sweet about it tho, but you can expect him to be giggling just a little bit when you go karaoke-ing and he notices you're singing just slightly out of tune. when he's overstimulated and exhausted, it can get a bit overwhelming for his frayed nerves, but in all other situations, he's just kind of amazed, to be honest. 

vernon

“honestly, same. i'm so musically untalented too.” “wh- what are you saying?” does not care one bit. you tell him, and he shrugs and goes “ok”. the two of you carry on with ur life just like that. he doesn't love you because you're a singing star, you know. this doesn't matter to him in the slightest. 

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[seoksgyu]

SEVENTEEN ONLINE CONCERT - INCOMPLETE VERNON, 2021

[woozinhos]

Yk when you kiss someone and it makes this sound like the wet sound. Can I request where reader and Vernon or hoshi is like kissing and the members get annoyed by the sound or smt😭

Wet Kisses||Vernon Chwe x reader

Notes: made this one a small lil fic enjoyyy

You and Vernon had been spending a lot of time together lately, and tonight was no exception. You were both sitting on the couch, watching a movie, when suddenly the mood shifted. Vernon leaned in close to you, his lips hovering just inches away from yours. "I can't concentrate on the movie," he whispered, his breath tickling your skin. "All I can think about is kissing you."

You smiled, feeling a flutter in your stomach at his words. "Then kiss me," you replied, tilting your head up to meet his lips. Vernon wasted no time in capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer to him as he explored your mouth with his tongue.

The kiss quickly grew heated, the two of you getting lost in each other as the movie played on in the background. Vernon moaned softly against your lips, his body pressing you down into the couch. As the kisses continued, the sounds of your moans and heavy breathing filled the room. Vernon was growing more and more desperate, his hands roaming all over your body as he kissed you with increasing intensity.

"You taste so good," he groaned, breaking away from your lips to trail kisses down your neck. "I could do this all night." You couldn't help but arch into his touch, your body responding to his every move. The noises you were making were getting louder, echoing off the walls of the apartment. Chan, who had been trying to study in his room, was growing increasingly annoyed by the noises coming from the living room. He slammed his book shut and stormed out of his room, ready to give you and Vernon a piece of his mind.

"Hey!" he yelled, causing you and Vernon to break apart in surprise. "Can you keep it down over there? I'm trying to study!" Vernon chuckled sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry, Chan. We got a little carried away." You blushed, feeling embarrassed at being caught in such a compromising position. "Yeah, sorry," you apologized, trying to compose yourself.

Chan rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smirk on his face. "You two are insatiable," he teased. "Can't you keep it in your pants for five minutes?" Vernon shot Chan a playful glare. "Hey, we can't help it if we're in love," he said, pulling you closer to him.

Chan chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, yeah. Just try to keep it down, okay? Some of us are trying to focus." He turned to go back to his room, muttering something under his breath about how he couldn't believe he had to share an apartment with such a horny couple.

[meowonhao]

vernon ✧ 'your choice' making film - other side ver.

[hongjoshuaz]

glowing

bonus:

[chanranghaeys]

🎼 complementary wavelengths

Wouldn’t falling in love with your research partner compromise the integrity of the research study? You had no idea. But if that were the case, then you were in for some major trouble.

pairing: university professor!vernon x high school teacher!fem!reader word count: 2.8k+ genre: fluff for valentine’s day! rating: g tags: non-idol au, distant college friends to ???, first love :(, they both grew up!, we stan emotionally healthy MEN in here warnings: i claim no accuracy on the academic process because i am not a teacher and no accuracy on the mathematics and scientific concepts here because i am absolutely not a mathematician or a scientist

a/n: surprise lexi @heechwe, i’m your secret cupid! a huge thanks to jupiter @ddeonghwa-s for hosting this secret cupid valentine’s event! it took A WHILE for me to churn this out but we persist and bounce back to writing! a very very special thanks to kae @ylangelegy for beta reading! and to @svtreverie, @choitcherryanne, and k for being my forever hypegirls mwa mwa

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“So, Ms. Y/L/N, do you have a Valentine's date already?”

You roll your eyes for what must be the millionth time. “For the last time, this is grounds for unbecoming conduct, young lady.”

“I’m just saying!” Your student Sofia laughs. “You deserve to have a good Valentine’s Day this year.”

“Since when have you played matchmaker for me, Ms. Chwe?”

“Since we saw you crying in the school parking lot,” Sofia’s best friend Meena chimed in supportively. Come on, Ms. Y/L/N. You can’t expect us to sit around and do nothing.”

“Especially not for our favorite Maths teacher!”

You shake your head at these two high schoolers. You knew you couldn’t play favorites amongst your students, but these two and their stubbornly infectious energy sparked a little of your youth back in you. Plus, you really couldn’t blame them because they were right about that school parking lot incident.

It was after this brunch date went terribly wrong a few weeks ago. And while it was very unbecoming of a teacher for her students to find her squat and sobbing against her car, these two were like guardian angels that took you under their wings and brought you ice cream and were girl’s girls all the way—as if they weren’t almost a whole decade younger than you.

Since then, Sofia and Meena would secretly try to find you a potential Valentine’s date amongst teachers, guardians, single parents, older siblings, school staff, or anyone at this point. They were wholly invested—and not just because you were the best teacher they’ve ever had in their very subjective opinion.

From afar, you see a familiar figure leaning against his car, signature plain white tee with jeans underneath his selected outerwear of the day—this time, it was a black denim jacket with a matching Yankees cap.

You've noticed him for a while now, dropping by a few days a week. You've thought about approaching him several times as well, but you always stopped this impulse. However, today was different.

“Sofia, would you mind calling over your brother here for a second?”

“What is this about?” Sofia had her eyebrow raised. Despite her age, it was hard not to take her seriously given that you were both standing at the same height.

“You know what this is about. He told me that you gave him my email address.”

A look of understanding lit in Sofia’s eyes. “Ah, that thing. Yeah, gimme a second.”

Meena stayed behind to continue the line of questioning. “So what’s that thing?”

“It’s a post-grad thing of sorts. Don’t mind it, you have enough schoolwork on your head to be thinking about this.”

She just chuckled in return. “Ms. Y/L/N, may I remind you that Sofia’s brother is single, handsome, respectful, decent, and smart. You can see why I personally have a vested interest in this thing already.”

“Meena.”

She heard your tone shift and straightened herself. It was a subtle reminder that she was still your student and that you were still her teacher.

“I’m just stating facts,” she said with a shrug and a quieter tone.

Sofia’s distant voice calling out for her friend caught both of your attention. At the same time, you see the figure in black and white walking toward you in his confident and deliberate strides.

“I’ll go ahead Ms. Y/L/N. See you tomorrow! And good luck on the thing,” Meena said with a smile and a wave. When she passes the figure, she does a slight bow out of respect, which he reciprocates. This exchange quirks up the corner of your lips. You recall what Meena said earlier, and it prods at you with an irk of frustration.

It frustrates you that she’s right.

When he finally stood before you with a smile, a flood of memories came crashing back. Suddenly, you’re back on your college campus standing underneath your favorite tree, a girl in front of a boy.

“I got your email, Professor Chwe. It’s been a while.”

“It has been a while Ms. Y/L/N.”

You chuckle at your monikers. Who knew two scruffy college students would turn out to be respectful academicians? “Formalities aside, it’s so nice to hear from you again Vernon.”

“Likewise.”

“I see the teaching gig in university hasn’t changed your sense of casual style.”

Vernon looks you up and down in your sensible collared button-up and slacks ensemble. You completely ignore the growing flutters in your stomach. “I can see that this high school has changed yours.”

“Well, you gotta do what you gotta do. The kids actually like my sense of style, mind you.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed Sofia starting to wear blazers all of a sudden. I never thought that it’d be you I’d blame for that.”

You feel something in your chest, a sudden churn and an unexpected leap. As a teacher, you’ve mastered your emotions enough to mask your face into one that wouldn’t give everything away. But these primal emotions were almost too much to bear.

Is this what it really feels like to face your first love after so many years apart?

“Anyway,” you continue as a means to deflect before anything else gives away your true feelings. “You emailed me about your dissertation? You really didn’t give much away. And you know you could’ve just sent me a message.”

“Oh, yeah!” Vernon nods vigorously in emphasis of your statement. “I need someone good in applied mathematics.”

“And you need me for that because?”

He blinks at you. “Because you are good at applied mathematics. I want your help for my musicology dissertation.”

You let out a sigh of disbelief. “Vernon, I—”

“And don’t you dare say you’re not good,” he insists with his finger pointed at you. “I’ve read your research papers. I don’t even know why you stay teaching in high school. You could’ve been tenured by now. Or on a sabbatical like me.”

He’s read my research papers? So he’s been following my work? You shake your head to clear these unnecessary thoughts, which are immediately replaced by a sense of uncertainty. “I don’t know, I’m pretty busy these coming months…”

You really didn’t know why you were avoiding it. This was the perfect academic opportunity and you had no idea why you were avoiding it.

Okay, scratch that. You knew exactly why—because of him.

“No problem, we’ll be able to pace the progress. Besides,” he continued, “you’ve always been my study buddy. I know we’ll be really good partners for this one.”

With one sentence, he has almost reduced you to a blushing schoolgirl with a huge crush.

Oh wait, weren’t you one already?

But still, you couldn’t resist stoking the flame that had been sparked inside you. So you ask, “Why me? Were there no other worthy research partners in your esteemed university?”

“Nope. I choose you,” he answered with a lopsided smirk. “I think you’ll understand why when you hear what my dissertation is about.”

“What is it about?”

“Do you wanna go out for coffee?”

“What?”

“What?” Vernon said in more of a statement than a question.

“What does coffee have anything to do with this?”

“Unless you want to keep standing here with your students watching us, I think it’s better if we continue this discussion somewhere else.”

You peer over his shoulder to see Sofia and Meena watching the two of you from the car like hawks, ready to catch any significant interaction that might give away what you two were talking about. When you met their line of sight, they were ready to bring their phones up to feign their disinterest.

“There’s a cafe on the next street over. If you’d like to go there…”

“Nice,” he said cooly, his voice low and sure.

He lifted his phone to his ear. From your peripheral vision, you see his sister raise her own phone in response. It was almost comical how you could see their silent reactions from across the courtyard, with Meena vibrating with excitement and slapping the other girl’s arm as you hear Sofia’s voice trying to sound calm through the speaker of Vernon’s phone. You see them hurriedly lowering the car window and lifting their thumbs up toward your direction.

They seem to think they have finally succeeded. You wouldn’t give them that benefit yet.

When he hung up, Vernon addressed your confused look. “Sofia’s been annoying me about getting the car anyway, so they can have it. Let’s walk?”

It was silent at first. The early afternoon sun cooperated with the cool breeze, setting the atmosphere for a nice leisurely walk. Students and office workers were milling around the nearby commercial strip, with the sounds and conversations all mingling in the background.

It had been years since you last spent time together like this, in an environment not too different from this one. After your study sessions in the library, you two walked together to your shared classes, which by some stroke of luck always seemed to happen for at least one class every semester until you graduated.

You both hung in different circles. He hung around with his fellow music majors in band practices and the college’s musicians organization, while you spent the majority of your time with your mathematics batchmates in the library or the school quad, catching up on problem sets and homework before you needed to make it to your choir’s rehearsals at night.

But when you ended up as seatmates in your first semester, you made a comment on the Bach piece he was listening to, how Bach was actually a pretty mathematical composer. He asked you how you knew that.

You said, “I take mathematics. I needed a cool fun fact for introductions.”

From that moment on, Vernon took it upon himself to make you appreciate how mathematical Bach’s pieces were. Music became your common language amongst everything else in the background, and the rest was history.

“Okay,” you began, “You know that we haven’t really spoken to each other since graduation. So…why choose me? Not that I’m complaining, though! I’m just…shocked, I guess. And confused. Because if you’ve read my research, you’d know that it’s been years since I published anything.”

Throughout your rambling, Vernon simply looked at you. When you finally stop, you notice the clear brown of them looking straight into you. It had been years, but they were the same eyes that looked at you, that listened intently when you were explaining a complex math concept.

It had been years, but that almost unblinking gaze of his still made your heart do unexplainable leaps in your chest.

You broke away from the intensity of his gaze. He took this as a cue to answer your question. “I was looking for research papers to help me form my framework. Then I stumbled on your computations of metered wavelengths and frequencies, and their relation to different kinds of sound.”

That paper. “Oh.”

His lips turned up in the corners when he continued. “I suddenly remembered how we randomly theorized this during one of our study sessions. I couldn’t believe you actually turned it into your master's thesis.”

“You still remember that?”

“Of course. I never thought I’d find someone so in tune with me and my random theories.”

“If you’ve read the paper, you’ll know that it wasn’t a random theory at all. You might just have discovered the makings of a postulate as a college sophomore.”

“It wouldn’t have been possible without your mind making sense of it. You really are the brightest of your batch.”

You scoff at the remark. “We’re not in college anymore, Vernon. There are a lot of other bright minds out there.”

“None quite like yours, I’m sure.”

You reach the cafe and order in—a decaf iced americano for you, and a hot chocolate for him. As soon as you two get seated, he finally launches into an animated discussion of his dissertation topic about discovering the medical applications of using the various sound wavelengths from certain types and compositions of music to aid in both the operation and healing process of a person, with the goal of identifying a singular formula to determine the right wavelength for each medical situation. He had his medical experts, all he needed was his mathematician.

It was a lot to digest, to say the least.

But by the end of it all, you were in awe of both Vernon and his mind. He is smart. He’d always been smart, but it felt like the confines of university and immaturity bounded his full potential. Now that he’s seen and explored the world of academia, he was able to finally showcase how bright of a mind he really is.

“Can I tell you something?” You set down your coffee and leaned forward.

As if second nature, he mirrored your action to the tee. “Shoot.”

“I’m proud of you. Really. You used to be this mysteriously awkward guy in college who just played around with guitars and 808s. But I always knew you’d put that big brain of yours to good use.”

He opens his mouth as if in reply, but stops midway and just smiles and scrunches his nose. After a beat, he nods with a look of quiet decision. “Can I tell you something, then?” He asks, worrying his thumb with his other hand as he looks at you. You nod in response.

“It was you that inspired me to be this version of myself. Because you can’t only be smart, you also have to work hard. None of my friends back then had that mindset, then came you.”

“What are study buddies for, yeah?” You raise your fist in front of you. He looks at it and smiles his trademark gummy smile. In return, he bumps his own fist into yours, reminiscent of how you two would check in on each other during extended hours in the library finishing a project or a paper. A fist bump to make the heads bump, you two used to say.

Instead of lowering his fist after, he holds it there flush against yours. “Would it be weird for me to say that it’s honestly more than that?”

“What do you mean?”

He took in a deep breath and let out an exhale just as deep. “When I read your papers, I remembered everything we went through in uni and I just…kinda fell in love with your brain again, I guess. Even until now, you—and your work—inspired me to just do it. Then you started popping up everywhere in my life again and…I remembered how I did kinda fall in love with everything else about you. I was just too young and chicken to see it before.”

It took you a whole minute to find your voice again because how could he be this nonchalant? “You’re really just here dropping all these truth bombs without any warning, huh?”

“Like you said, we’re not in college anymore. I’d rather say it now than never.” Vernon’s smile is a shy one, hidden behind his hot chocolate cup. You can’t believe it took a dissertation paper for anyone’s feelings to be revealed—much less his.

As your mind reels with Vernon’s revelation, you scramble your brains to come up with a lighthearted retort. “So are you still kinda in love with me? Just so I know what and how we’re working on this project.”

He chuckles. “I don’t think you’re doing any better. Don’t think I don’t see you staring whenever I fetch Sofia from school.”

You gape at his reply. “How do you even know where to look for me?”

“You’re her last teacher of the day and you both leave the school at the same time. I told you. You just came barging into my life again unannounced, and it wasn’t even your fault. You just sort of…fell in there.”

A smug look took over your features, one you really couldn’t help after hearing all that he had to say. “Vernon Chwe, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were so down bad for me.”

“For that whip-smart brain and that adorable smile, maybe—theoretically—astronomically and catastrophically down bad even.”

You fight the heat rising to your cheeks—and fail. After a cough to hide your growing embarrassment, you say, “I think we’re done for the day.”

“Sure. So. Same time tomorrow?”

You were about to answer when you suddenly realized, “Vernon, it’s Valentine’s Day tomorrow. Don’t you have any other plans?”

He shakes his head and looks you straight in the eye as he says, “Just you. If you say yes.”

Wouldn’t falling further in love with your research partner compromise the integrity of the study? You had no idea. But if that were the case, then you were in for some major trouble.

[cherryredcheol]

quiet time

tldr: what exactly is he staring at? a/n: this is an ode to my own headphones. thank you for everything you do. (none of this would exist without you)

you think the best thing vernon ever did for your relationship was buy you your own pair of noise-canceling headphones. not only was it cute that you two had a subtle way of matching, but the gift was the catalyst for what you two called “quiet time”. 

you knew vernon needed his alone time. knew he needed time with his headphones on and music blasting in his ears, in his own world. you were happy to give him the space and do your own thing. when you opened the headphones he had given you, you weren't really sure you’d use them, perfectly happy with your small earbuds. the large headset seemed excessive. however, you quickly got the appeal after using them for the first time.

now every time you two hung out, you’d have quiet time. each doing your own thing, existing in the same space but not interacting with each other. hair getting flatter on both your heads as the band of the headphones pressed down. 

today you were sat on opposite ends of the couch, several feet of space between you both. you were absorbed in a game on your phone. he couldn’t help but stare at you, the music blasting into his own ears becoming background noise as he focused on you. he loved seeing you in those headphones, pleased to no end when he sees how well you use them. when he bought you the exact same pair that he had, he was nervous they would get mixed up but that fear was put to bed when you promptly decorated yours with little stickers, saying they needed to be “cuter” and as he stares at those stickers now, he can confirm you’re cute, but it might not be the headphone’s doing. 

you could feel vernon’s gaze on you, you’d felt it for minutes now. no longer able to stand it, you turned your head to him, pulling the headphones down to rest around the back of your neck. 

“why are you staring at me like that?” 

vernon pulled his own headphones down, unphased, “what?” 

you huffed, “why are you staring at me so intensely? it's creeping me out.” 

he smiled easily, “i just love you so much, bug.” 

you rolled your eyes, pulling the headphones back up, “well knock it off, you’re distracting me from my game.”

vernon just continued to stare, not missing the soft blush on your cheeks and little smile tugging on your lips as you tried to focus on the small screen in your hands. unsuccessful, you turned your head again pushing the headphones just off the ear closest to vernon, "for real stop staring. i need to beat this level before i can even think about making dinner so if you want to eat soon, you’ll look away.” 

laughing, vernon crawled closer to you, closing the distance between you two on the couch. wrapping an arm around your shoulders, he pulled you closer and whispered in your exposed ear, “i’ll wait forever for dinner if it means i can keep looking at you.” 

[mingtinys]

" i am so proud of you "

pairing : hansol chwe x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : language

word count : 0.6 k

a/n : got a little carried away with this one , something about writing for vernon is just so fun

"I was thinking, why don't we go out tomorrow to that restaurant you really like? To celebrate and all."

"I'd really like that." You call back, glancing over at your boyfriend who is still busy washing dishes at the kitchen sink. Though he isn't looking directly at you, you can just make out the excited look in his eyes and the toothy grin gracing his lips. He's been like that since you told him about your promotion at work. Honestly, you didn't expect him to make such a fuss over it. It was a relatively small promotion, just a raise and a slightly higher title. But that sunny expression on his face could make someone think you'd hit CEO status.

"I'll make reservations after I finish up here." His words are barely audible over the running water. You're about to thank him when your phone buzzes to life beside you.

Incoming call from Boo Seungkwan.

Seungkwan? You think, narrowing your eyes at the screen. Why on earth could he be calling you and not Hansol?

"Hello?"

"Y/N!" His excited voice comes through the speaker. "You're not busy right?"

"Not really, no. Why, what's up?"

"I— well we all wanted to call and congratulate you on your promotion!" A chorus of voices flood your phone and you take it you're on speaker with the rest of the members.

"That's very sweet of you all, thank you." It's nice, having so many people in your corner cheering you on. "But how'd you know? I only just found out about it a couple hours ago."

"You're joking right?" It sounds like Chan. "Hansol won't shut up about it in the group chat."

"He talks about me?" You ask no one in particular

"Yeah, like an annoying amount." That's definitely Mingyu.

There's a short altercation on the other side of the call, probably Seungkwan trying to wrestle his phone back from various members. But you don't pay much mind, the warm feeling in your chest taking over all other senses. You let your gaze drift back to Hansol, who is now on his laptop, nodding along to whatever song is currently playing in his head.

"Just, give it here—! Sorry about that," Seungkwan's voice jolts you from a daze. "Anyways, we just wanted to give you our compliments. We'll let you get back to your night."

Good, because tears are already welling up at your lashes and you're not sure how much longer you can hold back the stitch in your throat. "I appreciate it, tell everyone I said thank you."

You hang up before Seungkwan can respond and promptly make your way to the kitchen. Hansol's nose is still buried in his laptop, eyes squinted as his fingers peck at the keys. "Okay," He says upon the realization of your presence. He hits the enter key rather dramatically. "Reservations are made and you're . . ." His words teeter off when he looks up, met with your tear-filled gaze.

He takes a beat. Brows furrowed and head cocked to the side. "–You're crying. Shit, wait— why are you crying?" Hansol panics. He rushes to you, taking your face between his warm hands. Holding you the way one would hold fine China. Carefully, his thumb comes to swipe a stray tear from your cheek.

"You tell your members about me?" You sniffle. Hansol's eyes go wide and his mouth opens and closes like a fish before he conjures up an answer. "Was I not supposed to?"

The pure concerned cluelessness in his voice makes you giggle and he seems to relax when he realizes he's not in trouble. "I just didn't know you bragged about me like that, it's sweet."

"I am so proud of you,"  Hansol speaks with unashamed sincerity. "Why wouldn't I brag about your accomplishments?"

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[fairyhaos]

how seventeen get cuteness aggression for their s/o

requested by many people! counterpart to this hc <3

masterlist

seungcheol, woozi

has probably actually gotten mad at how cute you are at some point. like genuinely, looking over at you and then just freezing, before loudly complaining and making a whole fuss over how you can't keep looking at him like that because he will!!! he Will need to punch something bc of just!!! how!!! cute!!! you are. nonono, he's not punching you, he's gonna punch like. a wall or something. just to vent over how someone as adorable as you actually exists. and then he'll give you kisses all over until you're laughing because you are ridiculously cute and he needs to shower you with affection so you realise how enamoured he is.

jeonghan, joshua, minghao

only he could make cuteness aggression sound like the softest thing ever. he'll be aggressively squishing your cheeks so hard that your eyes are all squinty and everything you say is basically indecipherable, whilst he continues sighing and looking at you with all the fondness in the world and lamenting over how goddamn adorable you are and honestly, what is he going to do with you? the stark contrast between his soft, enamoured voice and the way he's ruffling your hair and kissing your face everywhere like you're going to disappear any moment makes you laugh, weirdly endeared by his behaviour. you're going to get him back for it, though. and ruffle his hair until he can't see a single thing.

junhui, hoshi, mingyu, chan

probably cries. he looks at you sitting there all pretty, completely minding your own business, and the feelings just bubble up inside him so aggressively because WHO is allowed to be that adorable whilst doing absolutely nothing? it's not fair. what starts out as a rant over your cuteness ends up with him a bit teary-eyed and sniffly bc you're just so pretty and he doesn't know what to do. you have to pat him on the head and wipe away his tears as he clings to you and continues to tearily confess that you're the sweetest and loveliest person he's ever seen. his episodes of cuteness of aggression always end with you getting cuteness aggression too bc of how adorable he is everytime he does this

wonwoo, vernon

he's not very showy about his cuteness aggression, at all, but that doesn't mean it's not obvious. he'll stare at you for hours with literal hearts in his eyes, fondness written all over his face, and anyone who looks at him will just know how cute he finds you, even though he hasn't said a word. acts like you're the most precious being in the entire world, and is basically dissolving into a puddle of adoration right then and there. god, he's so lucky to even be in your presence and be able to love you, bc you're just so pretty and so cute. “why are you staring at me so much?” / “you're just so cute, i don't know what to do with you.”

dokyeom, seungkwan

he is very, very noisy about how cute he finds you. i mean like genuinely screeching and being all loud as he complains that you are far too adorable and what about his heart?? have you thought about his heart? bc it's currently melting onto the floor and it's all your fault!!!! the loud screeching is Also accompanied by very clingy hands, so expect the sudden shout to then be followed up with him basically hanging off your shoulders and holding your face in his hands as he cries over how adorable and lovely you are. everyone within a fifty metre radius will know that he finds you cute, by the way. be prepared.

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[kozukensgf]

boyfriend texts with seventeen! maknae line

prompt: seventeen reaction to you saying "thank you for the flowers" but they didn’t send you any

charac! the8, mingyu, dk, seungkwan, vernon, dino genre: smau, crack, fluff

genres! fluff, one shot, crack, smau

note! vernon s/o is an office worker

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[woozinhos]

Ok so yk how vernon is rarely the type to initiate anything first? How about reader teasing him more like testing his patience until he gives up.

Yk smth like purposely placing you hand on his thigh way too up and acting innocent cuz y'all are with the members & he knows DAMN well what you're doing

[I'm sorry if this is too suggestive pls bear with me this is my firstask with u 😭 i love ur writing sm]

Notes: your request was so innocent so I decided to make it just suggestive you seem so cute anon

Vernon was trying his best to pay attention to the conversation at hand, but it was proving to be difficult. You were sitting next to him, your hand casually resting on his thigh, slowly inching higher and higher.

He tried to ignore it, focusing on the other members who were talking about their upcoming tour. But every time your hand moved, he would feel a jolt of electricity shoot through his body. Seungkwan noticed the subtle changes in Vernon's demeanor and smirked. "Are you okay, Vernon?" he asked innocently. "You look a bit... distracted."

Vernon cleared his throat, trying to compose himself. "I'm fine," he said, his voice a bit shaky. "Just thinking about something." But you weren't going to let up that easily. You leaned in closer to him, your breath hot against his ear. "Are you sure about that?" you whispered. "You seem a bit tense."

Vernon swallowed hard, his grip on the armrest tightening. He knew what you were doing, and it was driving him crazy. The other members continued to talk, completely oblivious to the tension between you and Vernon. But he was hyper-aware of every move you made, every word you said.

You moved your hand further up his thigh, your fingers tracing small circles on his skin. He shifted in his seat, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants. Vernon took a deep breath and tried to join in the conversation, but every time he opened his mouth to speak, his mind would go blank.

"Uh, yeah," he stammered, struggling to focus on the topic at hand. "I think the new choreography is really cool." Mingyu raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you sure you're okay, man? You seem kind of out of it."

Vernon nodded quickly, forcing a smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit tired, I guess." But as soon as Mingyu looked away, you leaned in even closer to him, your hand now resting dangerously close to his crotch. He let out a soft gasp, his eyes darting around the room to make sure no one was watching.

The other members continued to chat, unaware of the struggle going on between you and Vernon. He clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his composure, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with every passing moment. Vernon finally couldn't take it anymore. He leaned in close to you and whispered in your ear, "What are you doing?"

You feigned innocence, batting your eyelashes at him. "What do you mean?" you asked sweetly. "I'm just sitting here." Vernon gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin. "You know exactly what you're doing," he muttered under his breath. "You're teasing me."

You smirked, your hand still resting on his thigh. "Maybe I am," you whispered back. "Maybe I just like seeing you all flustered and worked up." Vernon's frown deepened as he looked at you. He was frustrated, but also incredibly turned on. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and have his way with you right there, but he knew he couldn't.

"You're going to be the death of me," he whispered, his voice strained. You chuckled softly, your hand slowly moving up to cup his bulge. "Is that a promise?" you teased. Vernon abruptly stood up, his face red with a mix of frustration and arousal. He grabbed your hand and announced to the other members that you were leaving.

The other members looked at you both with raised eyebrows, but Vernon didn't care. He needed to get you alone, and he needed it now. He practically dragged you out of the room, his grip on your hand tight as he led you down the hallway.

As you walked down the hallway, Vernon shot you a glare. "Stop giggling," he muttered. "This is all your fault." But despite his words, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. He couldn't help but be impressed by your boldness and the way you had managed to get him so riled up in front of the others.

[vernonverse]

📲 Bsf!Seventeen drunkenly confessing to you | MAKNAE LINE

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A/N: Fine, I'll tone down the movie references in Vernon's messages😖

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our little thing

chwe hansol + bickering over which christmas movie is superior wc: 672 warnings: vernon being a cutie, gets a little emotional at the end (i think) author's note: todays exam was shit. this was made in a haste. please bear with me (me for the 23456th time). but i kinda like it a little. also basically i've tweaked the prompt a little i guess. but this was the general idea. hope you like it <33 winter wonderland masterlist

"sol, stop sulking; it's been more than an hour now!"

hansol just huffs once more before crossing his arms across his chest and looking away. you walk over to him to sit beside him.

"it was just a silly debate, non. i didn't even mean it that seriously."

"silly?! you mean to tell me, that movies are silly?!" he mocks a hurt expression before pressing his palm to his chest to drive his point home. you can only roll your eyes at this drama queen of a boyfriend.

two hours ago, vernon posed a question that he explained was 'in the spirit of the holidays'.

"what's your favourite christmas movie?" he asked while you were looking at decoration ideas through pinterest for seungcheol's christmas bash.

you actually had to judge him for that. for asking you that question, when he very well knew the fact that you were: 1) not a movie person, and 2) not a holiday person (two things that emotionally hurts vernon every time you express it, he claims).

so without much thought, you say what could have been the worst answer anyone could ever give to a movie person who likes the holidays:

"i dont know; i never really cared."

vernon swears he heard something break into a million pieces at that moment. if he were half as dramatic as his best friend seungkwan was, he'd have faked a faint and fell to the floor with his hand to the forehead (you say this in detail because this has happened before - when you answered the same way when he asked what your favourite christmas song was).

you thank whoever is up there that your boyfriend is nonchalant.

but this answer was enough for your stoic boyfriend to pout (a pout!! that you has to resist kissing), and move to the other end of the couch, far away from you, with the same worked up expression as right now.

for a whole two hours, he stayed huffing and puffing across from you.

you try to get him to look at you, but when that doesn't work, you climb onto his lap and hold his face between your hands. his face felt cold to the touch, nose a pretty pink and lips still in a pout.

this time, you don't resist your urge to kiss.

you lean in and press a lingering kiss to his lips. you could feel him melt under you, leaning into you while trying to deepen the connection. when you pull away after some time, he rushes to chase your lips. you place a finger to his.

"sol," you take a breath and continue.

"i've never really celebrated the holidays before. i mean, we did have some quality family time during the meals, of course. but we've never shopped for ornaments, or decorated the tree and put up a star. i've never sat down with them to watch christmas movies."

you smile when you notice his nose become even red, and smooch it.

"so, i've never really found the appeal to it. i'm grateful for all the holidays i've had, i really am. but there are just some things i silently wish for at times."

he takes a deep breath and pulls you in for a hug.

"let me fulfill that wish for you. we're a family, you and i. we can make new traditions, you know? i've watched a lot of holiday movies, we can watch them together ever year. make it special with some wine, or some hot chocolate. some caramel popcorn. a warm blanket around us."

he pauses to smile before going on.

"and you'll fall asleep in the middle of it, but i won't wake you up because then i'll get to have your share of the popcorn too. and i can tease you about it till the next year, when we do more things to tease each other about."

vernon presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

"you and i can slowly make it our little thing, just like you've wanted."

prompt by @novelbear divider by @adornedwithlight

[cheolinnie]

SVT as your Bodyguards (HipHop Unit)

a/n: guess who's backkkk!!

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Seungcheol:

The fuffiest teddy bear in private, and the scariest bitch in public

Paps woudn't even think twice in acting when he says "Move"

He's the only bodyguard who's allowed to call you (y/n), instead of Ms (l/n)

In almost every paparazzi photo of you, you'd see Seungcheol glaring at the cameraman in the background

"Aww Cheol i think i see a- oh wait nevermind, it's photoshopped"

A literal rock; ain't nothin' gettin' past this big guy

"Sir, move or be moved"

Wonwoo:

Not necessarily a smiler, but not a glarer either; Stone cold Jeon Wonwoo vibes

However, there's a couple shots where you toss him a dumb joke and he cracks that heartwarming smile of his

You call him "WooWoo" or "Wonu"

You really enjoy testing his patience

Scolds you by giving your ear a quick tug

You may seem like the boss, but oh baby, you're not:

"(y/n), sit"

"Yes."

Mingyu:

Look, he's either your bitch or your servant

Either optiom, he's at your beck call, and would quite literally do anything and everything for you

A golden retriever, so he likes head pats when he;s done a good job at the end of the day

Everyone but you finds him intimidating

Only an idiot would think to cross you when he's beside you

"Why are you looking at Ms (l/n)? Move assho-

"Mingyu!"

Also, you're barely caught by the paparazzi because this man is a literal tree; you're practically invisible

If you want a piggy back ride through the airport, he'll give you one without complaint

Hansol

Quiet bodyguard, and instead of him never leaving you alone, you dont like leaving him alone

He's a gentleman and very kind, and always wants you to feel comfortable

It makes him anxious when you're out of his sight

Sometimes gets scolded by his boss because he appears too friendly towards you, poor guy

Fixes your hair if the wind messes it up, and would use his hands as an umbrells for you if need be

Always makes sure you dont skip your meals

"Ms (l/n), it's lunch time. I've ordered your favourite today."

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a/n sorry for not writing for a long time, but dw ill be still writing from time to time

a/n: pt2 here!

[itsmahree]

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