#hansol edits

[chwedout]

twirling my hair or whatever

[c-seungcheols]

three cold boys

[nonranghaes]

thank u to the lovely @thepixelelf for the idea haha her tags inspired this!! <3

"HANSOL VERNON CHWE."

vernon nearly fumbles with the mic in his hands, cord slipping from his grasp as he hears your voice ring out across the room. he can see how everyone else is staring at him now, the heat traveling up his neck. seungcheol stands across from you, headset pulled half-way off his ears as he stares at vernon, brows furrowed.

the room is silent. he looks around. "... yeah?"

"if you drop that mic... you're paying for it." your gaze bears heavily into his own, and you narrow your eyes for a moment before turning back to seungcheol.

he looks down to where he's holding it properly now (no longer swinging it by the chord, trying to look cool... admittedly for no one but himself), and he hears mingyu snort, and when vernon looks over, he can see seungkwan suppressing a smile, too.

seungkwan speaks low enough that the conversation stays between them, "not even their own boyfriend is immune..."

"aw, c'mon, i was mishandling it," vernon says. "it's not a big deal."

"he's whipped," mingyu snorts again, looking over to seungkwan. "they brought out the full name and everything."

vernon rolls his eyes, moving back to put the mic into its stand. barely seconds after he's made sure its secure, you're over by him, gaze meeting his own.

"hi?"

"thank you," you say quietly. with a quick glance around, you lean in, lips brushing against his cheek for barely a second. "are we... still going out tonight?"

he smiles. "yeah, of course," he toys with the chord still, adjusting the mic. when you don't move away immediately, he goes to speak... only to see the way you turn your cheek to him, tapping it despite your flustered look.

vernon doesn't hesitate. he leans in, lips lingering on your cheek longer than yours did. he knows someone is looking, but you don't shy away, and he's glad to show off his affection for you. you walk away, and he sees your tiny smile as you go to ask joshua about doing a mic check before rehearsal.

and behind him, seungkwan lets out a sigh, shaking his head. "he's gone."

[master-tonberry]

Watermelon Verkwan

[mangocustard16]

vernon as my grandfather from the 1940s

[godsoflightmusic]

WILL THE REAL CHWE HANSOL PLEASE STAND UP?

[bandzboy]

VERNON Mixtape 'Black Eye' Concept Photo

[delicatecy]

❝ SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) - Face The Sun ⤷ ep3. Ray - part 1

[horangslay]

idk this was so funny in my head

[adorettes]

BABY VERN 😭❤‍🩹

[chwedout]

pov: you have 11 sleep paralysis demons

[c-seungcheols]

#help him

[eyesofshan-if]

How would the ro's deal if they were mc's first kiss

hansol: “that was your first kiss? truly?” hansol’s eyes are wide as he pulls away from you, lips slightly parted and chest rising and falling with each breath. when you nod your confirmation, a gentle flush rises to his cheeks, and his gaze is painfully gentle when it rests on you. “thank you for choosing me to bear the honour... i will surely cherish it.”

 insu: he swallows, looking away —  but his fingers intertwine with yours tightly, and you never want him to let go. “it is my first as well,” insu says sharply, but the tips of his ears are red. he must have been nervous, even if you will never hear it from his mouth. “i will pledge to give all of my future ones to you, but if only you are willing to do the same.”

yongsun: the pad of his thumb grazes over your bottom lip, as light as a feather, before he tilts your chin up so that your eyes are looking right into his. you feel as though you are being swallowed whole by his dark gaze alone. “mine,” yongsun whispers, before leaning in to press another kiss to the corner of your lips. “the only person to ever taste these lips will be me alone.”

wooyoung: stares at you in surprise, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. "but surely you must have... i mean, someone such as yourself... no one before this?" for such a smooth talker, you think this might be the first time you've seen him fumble over his words so much. he suddenly buries his face in your shoulder, fingers gripping lightly at the fabric of your clothes. "it's a little too much for me to process," he mumbles against your skin, and you can feel the heat from his cheeks. "give me a moment."

[master-tonberry]

Hoshi, Woozi, & Vernon for VOGUE Korea

[here4kpopfics]

No, but imagine the morning after a long night being with Vernon where you two went a little rougher than usual because you missed each other too much. You hadn’t spent any time together in weeks because of the comeback coming up as well as working overtime on his mixtape. He had a long list of various schedules and shoots to do the following week and you had your own job you were about to be swamped in so last night was really the only night you’d be able to be together for a while. 

So naturally all that pent up frustration of not being together, missing one another, and dreading being apart even longer had you two obsessing over one another. He gripped your hips harder than usual, the handprints he left on your ass were a lot darker than usual, his words were filthier and his thrusts were deeper and rougher. The marks he left on you were multiplied tenfold. While Vernon isn’t the most possessive person in the world, and has complete trust in you just as you do with him, he needed everyone to know you belonged to him while he was away. 

And you liked that. You liked him marking you.

You, however, completely ignored how important it was that you didn’t mark him. 

He had a photoshoot in the afternoon and from what he mentioned about the concept, he’s supposed to wear something loose fitting around the neckline. So you were supposed to stay strict about not leaving marks, only ever allowed to mark his lower back, abs, ass, or his thighs.

But again. You missed him. He missed you. And his fucking jawline is one of your favorite things about him. So his arms wrapped around your waist to keep your torso as close as possible while you were riding him, rolling your hips against his, his cock filling you up completely. You kissed along his jawline. Many times. And then a few small bites. And repeated it over and over all the way up, stopping briefly under his ear, to his neck and down to his shoulder. The entire time being encouraged by his low moans, whimpers, and whines at every nibble. 

You bit down especially hard on his shoulder when you came together, groaning at the feeling of his cock twitching inside as spurts of the hot white liquid decorate your walls. 

Now imagine when you two wake up in the morning to begin the next week of insanity, and you see all the marks and fully panic, going on about how the stylists are going to hate you, the company is going to hate you, the fans will find out and go insane, and so much more. Meanwhile Vernon is just chilling and looking in the mirror and admiring your work of art on his body. And when you get mad that he’s not upset about it, he just smiles and kisses you. 

“Now everyone will know I belong to you.” 

And then you end up having sex again. This time very slow and lazy, just two people in love and not wanting to leave the bed. 

But when you both leave for work? You head off with a light cover up and maybe some nicely planned outfit to cover any marks he’s left. Vernon, however, doesn’t bother with anything and when he sits in the makeup chair, the artist just glared daggers at him before calling the stylist over and they both yell at Vernon who seems oblivious and apologizes repeatedly, but every time he catches a glimpse of the marks in the mirror underneath all the makeup and clothes, he smiles and counts down the moments until he can see you again.