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svt-luna · 1 month ago

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hi! i hope you’re doing well :")

i’m a big fan of ur works (jeongna for the win!) and ur words provide me comfort whenever i miss jeonghan 🥹 can i request for a short imagine of what happened tonight after 17rh tokyo day 2 where seungcheol went live on weverse and jeonghan suddenly commented a lot and said hi and bye to carats? but make it jeongna pls!

tysm and i wish for your pillows to be soft always! <3

ʚིᵋ ⋆ WEVERSE LIVE ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── 241205: Tokyo

synopsis: Another post-concert Weverse live with Luna after their ‘Right Here’ day two concert in Tokyo, Japan.

hello, my love!! thank you for your sweet words and i appreciate you so so much! let me just say, that writing for this blog makes me forget about my worries and comforts me as well whenever i am missing Hannie. i am glad it does the same to you!! btw Han and Cheol’s interaction during that live was adorable— they are adorable!! i love your request sm, i couldn’t help but be inspired and write my own version of that interaction (JEONGNA SUPREMACY FR) hope you and all you lovelies enjoy this!!! happy reading, my loves 🌷🤍

inspired my cheollie’s recent live and additionally inspired by this request as well!

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ weverse lives

bold dialogues are spoken in english ღ

bold and italic paragraphs are flashbacks ღ

The livestream began with a soft glow from a bedside lamp casting warm light across the room. Luna sat cross-legged on a plush chair, her hair down in loose waves, framing her bare, makeup-free face. She wore a simple black tee that hung loosely over her frame, a stark contrast to the polished, glamorous image fans had seen of her just hours earlier during the concert.

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of Tokyo’s nightlife filtering in through the slightly cracked window, the calm atmosphere reflecting her relaxed demeanor.

Her phone was propped up on the coffee table in front of her, the faint glow of the screen lighting her face as she stared at it, waiting for the first fans to join.

Occasionally, she would tilt her head slightly, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she adjusted the angle of the phone, muttering to herself, “I think this should be fine… Oh, wait, let me fix this.”

She leaned forward, the strands of her hair falling over her shoulders as she fiddled with the phone stand for a moment before sitting back with a satisfied nod. Her fingers absentmindedly played with the hem of her shirt as she waited, her other hand resting lightly on her knee.

One by one, the viewer count climbed, and the chat began to fill with messages. Luna’s eyes flickered to the screen, her smile widening as she saw familiar usernames and enthusiastic greetings.

“Hi! Oh, wow, you guys are fast!” she said, her voice soft yet bright with energy. She raised a hand to wave at the camera, her long fingers moving gently. “How are you all? Did you miss me?”

The chat immediately flooded with comments:

“Luna, you’re so pretty!”

“We missed you so much! How was the concert?”

“MOTHER IS LIVE ONCE AGAIN!!!”

Luna let out a quiet laugh, her shoulders shaking slightly. “I missed you all, too,” she replied warmly. “The concert was amazing, but… let me just relax for a moment, okay? I feel like my body is still trying to catch up.” She leaned back into the chair, tucking her legs under herself.

She squinted slightly at the screen, her fingers brushing stray strands of hair away from her face. “Oh, wait— hold on, the comments are moving so fast.” Her eyes darted to the phone again as she read some aloud:

“Luna, you’re glowing without makeup!”

“Bare-faced Bae Jiyeon supremacy!”

“Pretty girl, I miss you!!!!”

She laughed, shaking her head. “You guys always say that. I feel like you’re just trying to see me blushing.” Her voice was tinged with playful sarcasm, though the warmth in her tone was unmistakable.

Resting her chin on her hand, she watched the chat for a few moments, her eyes narrowing slightly as she concentrated on catching specific messages.

“Oh, I see someone asking about dinner. Yes, I ate already— don’t worry. I had some sushi with the members earlier. So good. But I think I’m still hungry… maybe I’ll order something later. Midnight snacks in Tokyo just hit differently, you know?”

Her free hand tapped lightly on the armrest as she continued to address the comments. “What else? Oh… ‘Jiyeonie you should rest, you look sleepy.’ — thank you for your concern. I promise I’m okay, just a little drained from the adrenaline rush. Concert days are always like that. You feel on top of the world, and then… the calm hits you.”

The chat continued to flood with messages:

“Luna, you deserve the rest! We love you!”

“Your voice must be so tired!”

“You worked so hard today— thank you for giving us your all!”

She let out a quiet sigh, her lips curling into a soft smile. “You guys are too sweet. Really, thank you for appreciating us so much. It makes everything worth it.”

Luna paused, glancing offscreen for a moment as if gathering her thoughts. Then, with a small, almost shy smile, she turned back to the camera. “Okay, tell me— what do you guys want to talk about tonight? Anything in particular? I’m all ears.”

As the comments continued to flood in, she adjusted her seating position again, pulling a cushion into her lap and hugging it. Her every movement was unhurried and natural, her laid-back energy palpable through the screen.

The chat continued to flood with messages, lines of text rolling up the screen too quickly for Luna to catch them all. Her dark eyes darted across the screen, scanning for something to latch onto, and her lips curled into a slightly amused smile when she caught a recurring theme in the comments.

“We missed your lives so much!”

“Jiyeonie, it’s been forever since your last live.”

“We’re so happy you went live again tonight!”

She tilted her head slightly, a strand of hair slipping forward as she squinted at the screen. “Oh, you missed me, huh?” she teased lightly, her voice soft but warm. “How long has it been?” She paused for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly in thought as she tapped her fingers absentmindedly against the cushion on her lap. Then, realization dawned on her face, and her expression softened even further.

“Oh…” she murmured, her voice trailing off as her smile turned sheepish. “I think the last time I went live was after the opening concert of our tour in Goyang. That was… October, wasn’t it?” She glanced off to the side, as though confirming the timeline in her mind. “Yeah, October. Wow, that really was a long time ago. I’m sorry!”

Her tone was apologetic, and she brought her hands up in a playful gesture of surrender, her fingers splayed wide. “I remember telling you all during that live that I’d go live again soon. I even promised, didn’t I?” She let out a soft laugh, shaking her head at herself. “And then… I didn’t.”

The chat immediately reacted with understanding and affection.

“It’s okay, Jiyeonie! We know you’re busy!”

“We’re just happy to see you now!”

“You don’t need to apologize, miss ma’am!”

Luna laughed again, the sound light and airy as she adjusted the cushion on her lap. “No, but really— I feel bad. I did have plans to go live after that, especially during the U.S. leg of the tour. I thought, ‘Oh, it’ll be fun to check in with everyone while we’re in the States.’” She paused, lifting her hands and gesturing as she spoke, her voice animated. “But you know how things go. We were so busy over there.”

Her tone softened slightly as she began to recount the experience. “The U.S. leg was amazing, but it was also a lot. We had so many schedules, so much filming… We did interviews, we filmed all kinds of content, and I also had some solo photoshoots which haven’t even been released yet, by the way,” she added with a small conspiratorial smile, leaning closer to the camera. “You guys are going to love it when it comes out. Trust me.”

The chat filled with excited reactions:

“WHAT KIND OF PHOTOSHOOT?! GIVE US SPOILERS!”

“Ahhh, now I’m curious!”

“Bae Jiyeon teasing us again, as usual!”

Luna chuckled, waving her hand in front of the camera as though to dispel the anticipation. “No spoilers! You’ll just have to wait. But yeah, that’s why I never found the time to go live while we were over there. Every time I thought I’d have a free evening, something else came up.”

She sighed softly, her smile turning a bit rueful. “And, well… you know how I am. By the time we’d get back to the hotel after a full day, I’d just want to collapse into bed.” She glanced back at the camera, her gaze warm and sincere. “So, I’m really glad I have the time to do this now. It feels nice to just sit and talk with you guys again.”

The comments were filled with love and encouragement:

“We understand, Luna! You work so hard!”

“Your health comes first. Don’t worry about us!”

“We’re just happy you’re here now!”

Her lips quirked into a small, grateful smile, and she tilted her head slightly, resting her chin in her hand. “You guys are too sweet. Seriously.” She sat up straighter, her voice brightening again. “Okay, but now I’m curious— what did you all think of the concert tonight? Tell me everything!”

She leaned forward, her eyes scanning the chat intently as the comments began pouring in again.

The comments began flooding in again, messages moving so fast that Luna could barely keep up. Her eyes darted across the screen, scanning as much as she could.

“The concert was AMAZING!”

“My first ever SEVENTEEN concert! Thank you for giving us such a magical night, Jiyeonie!”

“It was my first time seeing you live guys, and I cried during the encore. I didn’t want it to end.”

“The way you sang tonight… I got chills!”

Luna’s lips curved into a soft smile, her posture relaxing further as she leaned back into the armchair, hugging the cushion in her lap. “You guys are the cutest. Reading your comments makes me so happy,” she said, her voice gentle, yet tinged with genuine excitement. “I’m really glad you enjoyed the concert. We worked so hard to make it special for you all.”

Her fingers lightly tapped against the cushion as she read more comments silently to herself.

“Your stage presence is unreal!”

“I love when you guys interact with the us in the audience.”

“I’ll never forget it this night, Jiyeonie!”

“Oh, the confetti!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “Wasn’t that so pretty? I swear when I looked out and saw all of you holding your phones up with the lights on, surrounded by the confetti— it looked surreal.” Her voice softened as she reminisced, her smile taking on a nostalgic quality. “I always tell myself to stay in the moment during concerts, but moments like that… I wish I could freeze them forever.”

The chat erupted again:

“You made us cry, Luna!”

“It was so magical! Thank you for everything!”

“We love you so much!”

Luna’s cheeks flushed faintly, and she let out a quiet laugh. “Thank you for making the night so special.”

She paused for a moment, her gaze shifting slightly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Her expression grew a little more thoughtful, and her tone softened as she continued. “To be honest… I was feeling a little down tonight during the concert,” she admitted, her voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

The chat slowed for a moment, fans picking up on her change in tone.

“What happened, Jiyeon?”

“Are you okay?”

“Why were you sad, my love?!”

Luna smiled reassuringly, holding up her hand as if to calm their worries. “No, no! Don’t worry, I’m okay. It’s just… my throat was so dry tonight.” She pouted slightly, a playful yet frustrated look crossing her face. “I hate getting sick— hate it, especially when we’re traveling and performing. It’s the worst timing ever!”

She giggled, covering her mouth with one hand as if embarrassed by her outburst. “I was drinking so much water backstage, but no matter how much I drank, my throat still felt like sandpaper. It was driving me crazy.” She shook her head, her smile widening despite herself. “I kept thinking, ‘Please, just hold on until the end of the show!��”

The chat quickly filled with messages of support and concern:

“You did so well, though! We couldn’t even tell!��

“Please take care of yourself, Bae Jiyeon!”

“Rest up! Your health is the most important!”

“You did amazing, Luna!”

Luna’s gaze softened as she read their words, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of the cushion in her lap. “Thank you, my loves. Thank you for worrying about me.” She tilted her head, her hair slipping over one shoulder as she continued, her voice full of reassurance. “But don’t worry— I’m fine, really. I just need to rest a little more, and I’ll be back to normal in no time.”

She paused, her lips curving into a teasing smile. “Besides, I’m drinking so much honey tea right now, that I think I might turn into a bee.”

The chat erupted with laughter and playful responses:

“Queen Bee Luna!”

“As long as it helps, drink as much as you need!”

“GIRL!! I’D GET YOU ALL THE HONEY TEA IN THE WORLD TO MAKE SURE YOU’RE ALRIGHT!! DON’T TEST ME!!”

“Buzz buzz, our hardworking Luna!”

“You guys are funny,” Luna laughed along with them, her giggles light and infectious. “See? You guys always know how to make me feel better. I really mean it— thank you for being so understanding.”

Luna’s gaze lingered on the screen, her chin resting lightly in her hand as her fingers idly brushed against her cheek. Her dark eyes scanned the comments, but her mind seemed elsewhere, her expression soft and far away. She leaned in slightly toward the camera, the soft strands of her dark hair framing her face, her bare complexion illuminated by the gentle glow of the hotel room light.

As the chat buzzed with messages— fans asking questions, sharing their thoughts, and continuing to express their love— Luna hummed quietly under her breath, almost absentmindedly. The hum soon turned into a soft murmur, and then, without realizing it, she began singing in a gentle, airy tone, her voice just above a whisper.

“‘Adore me, hold me, and explore me… Mark your territory…’”

Her voice was delicate, almost hypnotic, as though the melody was spilling out of her without thought. She leaned closer to the screen, her eyes flickering over the comments as she sang the next line softly, the words melting into the quiet ambiance of the room.

“‘Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one…’”

She stopped singing, her lips curving into an innocent smile as her gaze refocused on the chat. “I love that song,” she muttered, the corners of her mouth still lifted as though she were unaware of the chaos she had just caused.

The chat erupted instantly, fans flooding the screen with comments, the pace of the messages suddenly doubling.

“BAE JIYEON DID YOU JUST SING JUNO?!”

“OH MY GOD THAT’S JUNO BY SABRINA CARPENTER.”

“DOES SHE KNOW WHAT THAT SONG IS ABOUT?!”

“I love that song!!!”

“Luna bestie… the lyrics—”

“WE ARE LOSING IT, LUNA PLEASE.”

“HOW IS SHE SO CASUAL ABOUT THIS???!!!”

Luna tilted her head at the camera, the innocent smile still playing on her lips as she read the messages, her brows knitting together slightly in confusion. “What’s with all the reactions? You guys are freaking out,” she said with a soft laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

The chat was relentless:

“THE SONG IS ABOUT—”

“HELLO???? MA’AM?!”

“Do you miss Jeonghan, miss thing?! Cause… we can tell…”

Luna’s smile widened, her laughter bubbling up as she read the frantic comments. “Wait, why is everyone so worked up?” she asked, her voice light and curious, though there was a playful twinkle in her eye. “It’s just a pretty song.“

“IT’S A PRETTY FREAKY SONG.”

“She’s messing with us. God i love her!”

“It matches her vibe tho.”

Luna shook her head, still laughing softly as she waved her hand dismissively. “You guys are too funny. It’s a beautiful song! Sabrina’s voice in it is amazing. And the lyrics…” She trailed off, a teasing glint in her eye as she leaned forward slightly, her voice lowering just a fraction. “They’re poetic. Don’t you think?”

The comments continued to spiral:

“POETIC?!?!”

“SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE’S DOING.”

“HELP. LUNA, STOP.”

“SHE PLAYS TOO MUCH.”

She finally broke into a full laugh, her shoulders shaking as she leaned back into the chair, hugging the cushion in her lap once more. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing you. But seriously, it’s such a good song. If you haven’t heard it yet, you should listen to it. I promise you won’t regret it.”

The chat’s tone shifted slightly as fans began agreeing with her, though the occasional frantic message still slipped through.

“Okay but she’s not wrong, Juno is a bop.”

“Icons loves icons.”

“Juno is really… something.”

Luna glanced at the comments one last time, her expression softening into a fond smile. “You guys are hilarious,” she said, her voice warm and affectionate. “Thanks for making me laugh tonight. I needed this.”

Luna’s eyes flickered across the comments, her lips curling into a small smile as she caught sight of an English comment that stood out amidst the flurry of messages.

Leaning slightly closer to the screen, she read it aloud, her voice naturally slipping into a soft, playful British accent. “‘Jiyeonie, what’s the song that makes you happy and giddy inside?’” she read, her tone light and melodic, the accent adding a touch of charm to her words.

She blinked once, as though the question had taken her by surprise, but without missing a beat, her answer came effortlessly, her voice soft yet unwavering. “‘Love Me Like You Do’ by Ellie Goulding,” she said with a small, wistful smile that lit up her face.

As she said it, a subtle warmth crept into her expression, her gaze dropping momentarily as though lost in thought.

Unbidden, Jeonghan’s face appeared in her mind, his teasing grin, his laugh, the way his hand always found hers even when they weren’t paying attention.

That song, the one she had chosen without hesitation, was so deeply tied to him that she couldn’t think of it without feeling an overwhelming sense of fondness.

It wasn’t just a song she liked —it was their song, in a way.

Though never officially claimed, it had become something of an unofficial theme for them.

From the first time, she sang it during her cover project years ago to the moments it had surfaced during variety shows or casual conversations, it always seemed to orbit them like a quiet, knowing secret.

Her voice broke through her thoughts as she began to hum the melody softly, the familiar tune spilling from her lips as she continued to read the comments. Her hums were light, almost dreamy as if the memory tied to the song carried her away for a moment.

The chat quickly picked up on her answer, and fans wasted no time piecing things together.

“WAIT. Love Me Like You Do???”

“Isn’t that the song she covered a few years ago??”

“OMG remember her cover? It was SO GOOD.”

“I swear she gets so emotional when she sings that song.”

“You should do an updated cover, Jiyeonie!”

The comments kept rolling in, the momentum building as fans started connecting the dots.

“Wasn’t that the song that came up during The Game Caterers?”

“This just reminded me of Game Caterers when the members were teasing her and Jeonghan for no reason… everything makes sense.”

“Remember Jeonghan’s face when they played it? He looked so suspicious.”

“Omg Luna blushed so hard back then. They were so obvious lol.”

“IS THIS THEIR SONG??? Like… their actual couple song???”

Luna let out a soft laugh, her shoulders shaking slightly as she read the increasingly excited messages. Her humming faded as she glanced back at the camera, her expression caught somewhere between amusement and bashfulness. “You guys are so observant, aren’t you?” she teased her tone light but with a knowing edge that only fueled the chat’s excitement.

“SO IT IS YOUR THEME SONG?!?!”

“Bestie don’t tease us, we’re DYING.”

“CONFIRM IT. WE NEED TO KNOW.”

“Mom and Dad are so cute.”

“I’m calling it. It’s Luna and Jeonghan’s theme song.”

Luna tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling mischievously as she leaned closer to the screen, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “I never said that…” she said, drawing the words out, her smile betraying her as she tried to feign innocence.

The comments exploded again:

“SHE’S NOT DENYING IT. OMG.”

“This is a confirmation if I’ve ever seen one.”

“LUNA PLEASE JUST SAY IT.”

She laughed again, the sound soft and melodic as she sat back, hugging her knees to her chest. “You guys are way too good at this. I have to be careful what I say around you,” she admitted, shaking her head with an affectionate smile. “But seriously, it’s just a song I really love. It makes me happy, that’s all.”

Her explanation only seemed to make the chat more chaotic:

“THAT’S NOT ALL AND YOU KNOW IT.”

“Luna, we’re not falling for that. The way you smiled just now— HELLO???”

“This is like a soft launch of Jeongna’s couple song and I’m living for it.”

“Can somebody edit Jeongna with this song?! I am on my knees!”

Luna bit her bottom lip to hold back another laugh, her cheeks faintly flushed as she glanced offscreen for a moment, as if debating whether or not to say more.

Finally, she leaned forward again, her voice softer now, almost conspiratorial. “Let’s just say… I think some songs remind us of certain people, don’t you?”

The chat collectively lost its mind.

“OH MY GOD SHE ADMITTED IT.”

“We KNEW IT.”

“JEONGNA SUPREMACY!”

“They are adorable fr.”

“She’s in love.”

Luna laughed again, the sound warm and genuine, as she raised her hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop before I get myself into trouble. But I do love that song. It’s one of my all-time favorites.”

She glanced back at the chat, her smile softening as she read the flood of messages. “You guys are really something else,” she said with a fond shake of her head. “Always figuring everything out. I can’t hide anything from you, can I?”

Luna’s gaze shifted down to the scrolling comments, her head tilting slightly as she caught sight of a question that made her smile softly. She leaned closer to the phone, her chin lightly resting on her hand, as she read aloud in a gentle, thoughtful tone.

“‘What have you been up to in Japan recently? Have you done anything besides work?’”

Her smile widened, and she let out a small laugh, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Ah, well, I haven’t been doing anything else besides work,” she began, her tone warm and conversational. “Ah! Never mind, just the other day, I went shopping with Cheollie and Gyu-Gyu.”

She paused for dramatic effect, her lips quirking into a mischievous grin as she added with a giggle, “And let me just say, the three of us should never shop together again.” Her laughter grew as she shook her head, clearly reliving the memory. “It was so bad. We did some serious damage, I’m not even joking.”

The chat instantly erupted:

“Omg shopping with Cheol and Mingyu must’ve been chaotic.”

“What did you buy? TELL US.”

“Serious damage? HOW MUCH???”

“Do a haul!”

Luna chuckled softly as she read the comments, her fingers brushing her hair back behind her ear. “You guys already know I’m a shopaholic,” she said with a playful shrug, her tone feigning innocence. “I mean, I didn’t need anything, but did that stop me? Absolutely not.” She laughed at herself before continuing. “I ended up getting some new clothes— of course. A new pair of shoes. And… oh! A new bag. It’s so pretty, you’ll see it soon, I promise.”

The comments flooded in again with amusement:

“A NEW BAG?!?!”

“This is why Luna works so hard— so she can shop guilt-free.”

“She’s a mood.”

“Jiyeon is my bias for a reason! She’s my spirit animal. She is me.”

“We need to see the haul, queen!”

Luna waved a hand dismissively but with a fond smile. “You’ll see everything eventually,” she reassured them. “But I didn’t just shop for myself, okay? I got a bag for my mom too. She’s been dropping hints about needing a new one, so I thought, why not?”

Luna leaned back slightly, her expression softening as she continued. “I actually called her after I bought it to tell her. She was so happy and thankful,” she said, her voice laced with affection. “But then—” She broke off with a laugh, her eyes sparkling as she sat up straighter. “She goes, ‘Oh, thank you, that’s nice, but are you going to bring me and your Dad some Japanese snacks too?’”

She threw her hands up in mock exasperation, her giggles spilling out as she recounted the moment. “Can you believe that? I just spent all this money on a bag for her, and she’s already asking for snacks!”

The chat exploded with laughter:

“HAHAHA moms are like that!”

“She’s so real for that.”

“Luna’s mom knows what she wants.”

“PRIORITIES!”

Luna grinned as she nodded in agreement. “Right? But of course, I couldn’t say no. So I went and got her all her favorite snacks. I'll probably end up carrying an extra bag just for her goodies now,” she said, shaking her head but unable to hide the affection in her voice. “My mommy is cute.”

Her gaze flickered to the comments again, her smile widening as she silently read them.

“Luna, you’re such a sweet daughter!”

“We need a Luna and her mom vlog someday, PLEASE.”

She laughed, her head tilting slightly as she addressed the fans. “You guys really want to meet her, huh? I don’t know if she’d survive the attention. She’d probably spend the whole time asking me to make sure her hair looks good or something.”

The comments came pouring in, a mix of playful teasing and genuine admiration for Luna’s close bond with her mother. She rested her chin in her hand again, her expression softening as she read through the messages, clearly touched by the fans’ engagement.

“Honestly,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter but no less warm, “I love spoiling my parents. They’ve done so much for me, so it feels good to give a little back, you know?”

Luna’s eyes sparkled as she straightened up in her seat, her earlier laughter softening into a wide, excited grin. “Oh, oh! I almost forgot!” she said, her voice rising slightly in pitch, her excitement palpable. “I bought a new bracelet too!”

She lifted her left hand toward the camera, her delicate fingers tilting slightly as she showed off the jewelry. The dim lighting in her hotel room made the gold gleam faintly, catching the subtle intricacy of the design. “Can you see it?” she asked, tilting her wrist closer to the screen. “Wait, let me make sure it’s clear.”

She adjusted her hand again, the movement practiced and fluid, until the dainty gold bracelet with its love knot design was fully visible.

Its simplicity was elegant, a perfect complement to the slightly chunkier gold band sitting just above it— the matching bracelet Jeonghan had given her a few months ago. The sight of the two together, perfectly balanced yet distinct, made her smile even wider.

“Pretty, right?” she said, her tone bright and airy as she glanced down at the screen, waiting for the fans’ reactions. Her fingers instinctively adjusted the bracelets, the love knot sliding slightly against her wrist, as she glanced through the influx of comments flooding in.

“OMG IT’S SO PRETTY!”

“Did you buy it to match with your gold band???”

“A LOVE KNOT???? GIRL—”

Luna giggled softly, her thumb absently brushing over the knot detail as she scanned the comments. “I saw it at this little jewelry boutique we stopped by, and I just couldn’t resist,” she explained her voice light with a hint of bashfulness. “It felt simple but meaningful, you know? And it goes so well with my other bracelet…” Her gaze flicked back to the screen, and she let out another soft laugh as more comments poured in.

“Simple but meaningful?? Ma’am, elaborate!”

“She’s glowing talking about it omg.”

“LUNA WE KNOW WHAT THAT BRACELET REPRESENTS.”

She shook her head, the teasing comments making her laugh again, her dimples deepening as she looked back at the camera. “You guys are always so dramatic,” she said, playfully narrowing her eyes. “But yes, I love it. I thought it was just… perfect.”

Her eyes darted back to the comments, reading them silently with a contented smile, but suddenly, one particular message caught her attention. She blinked, her body visibly tensing as she leaned forward, her hand hovering slightly over her mouth.

“Wait a second…” she murmured softly, her eyes locked on the screen.

There, highlighted in bold clarity, was a verified account.

The comment read: “Really pretty.”

Her lips parted slightly in surprise as realization dawned.

It was Jeonghan.

The chat immediately erupted:

“JEONGHAN IS HERE OMG!!!!”

“IS THAT HANNIE COMMENTING???”

“LUNA, DO YOU SEE HIM???”

“MISS THING YOUR FIANCÉ IS LURKING!”

Before she could react, another comment from the same account appeared, just seconds later: “Are you talking about the bracelet or yourself?”

Luna visibly froze, her brain seeming to buffer as she processed not only the fact that Jeonghan was watching her live but that he had just flirted with her— openly, in front of millions of viewers… which seems to be their norm ever since their relationship got exposed to the public.

They used to dream of times like this.

Her hand instinctively went to her face, covering her mouth as her cheeks flushed a faint pink. “Oh my God…” she mumbled, her voice muffled and shaky with barely contained laughter. Her wide eyes darted back and forth between the camera and the comments, still trying to comprehend what had just happened.

The chat was on fire:

“HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT.”

“LUNA YOUR MAN IS RIGHT THERE.”

“WE ARE ALL THIRD-WHEELING THIS LIVE RN.”

“YOON JEONGHAN?!? SIR!!?”

Luna shook her head, her fingers dropping from her lips as she let out a flustered laugh. “Yoon Jeonghan you really…” she started, her voice trailing off as she glanced down again, catching yet another wave of excited messages. “…have no shame,” she said finally, her voice breathless and tinged with disbelief.

“HE’S IN LOVE AND HE WANTS US ALL TO KNOW IT.”

“Jiyeon, don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“Y’ALL THIS IS STRAIGHT OUT OF A ROMANCE MOVIE.”

The fans’ collective reactions filled the chat once again, the scrolling comments a chaotic blend of screaming, laughing emojis, and declarations of how adorable the couple was. Luna bit her lip to suppress another laugh, her expression softened, the corners of her lips quirking upward in a private smile.

Luna shook her head, her cheeks still pink from Jeonghan’s earlier comment as she looked directly at the camera. “Alright, everyone,” she said, exhaling as though she were trying to steady herself. “Since he’s obviously here and not going anywhere, everyone say hello to Jeonghannie who I know we all missed so much.”

Her voice was lighthearted but tinged with fondness, the kind that only years of love and understanding could bring. Her eyes flitted to the comments as they exploded once again, the chat now in absolute chaos.

“HI JEONGHAN!!!”

“THE AUDACITY HE HAS TO FLIRT IN FRONT OF MILLIONS.”

“JEONGHAN WE SEE YOU 👀👀👀”

“We miss you! Come back!”

Among the flurry of messages, Jeonghan’s verified account popped up again. “Hi Carats!” it read, simple yet instantly sending the chat into another spiral.

Luna let out a soft laugh, resting her chin in her palm as she scrolled through the endless stream of greetings for her fiancé. But before she could even think of moving on, another comment from him appeared.

“Nana-ya, get me one.”

Her brows furrowed slightly as she read it aloud, “Get you one?”

Then, just seconds later, another comment from Jeonghan followed: “The same one. A matching one.”

It took her a moment to process, her confusion evident as she tilted her head slightly. “Get you one what?” she asked, her lips curling into a small, bewildered smile as she waited for clarification.

The realization hit her like a gentle wave when she saw his next comment: “Oh, the bracelet?” she said, her voice lilting upward in understanding.

Her fingers brushed over the love knot bracelet on her wrist as if to confirm what he was referring to. “You want one of these?” she asked, a teasing note creeping into her tone.

Jeonghan didn’t keep her guessing for long. His reply was instant as if he’d been waiting: “Yes. We need to be a couple.”

Luna blinked, her lips parting slightly in surprise, but before she could respond, another comment from him popped up: “Even though we already are 😝.”

The chat practically exploded.

“STOP HE REALLY JUST SAID THAT????”

“WE NEED TO BE A COUPLE 😭😭😭 THIS MAN IS TOO MUCH.”

“Where have I heard that phrase before?!”

“THIS IS THE SAME JEONGHAN AND LUNA WHO USED TO DENY EVERYTHING BTW LMFAO.”

“WHY ARE WE HERE THIRD-WHEELING???”

“Sir, you need to stop. Luna is malfunctioning.”

Luna’s hand flew to her mouth as a quiet laugh escaped her, but her wide-eyed expression betrayed the sudden wave of déjà vu that swept over her.

Those words— we need to be a couple— had been said before, hadn’t they? And not just anywhere.

Her eyes darted back to the screen as memories began flooding her mind, the exact same scenario replaying itself from years ago. Back then, it was a different piece of jewelry— a dainty gold necklace she had shown her fans during a live after their ‘Follow’ tour concert in the Philippines.

It had been late at night, much like this, Luna sitting cross-legged on her hotel bed as she held the delicate chain up for the camera to see. “Look at this!” she had said excitedly, letting the small gold pendant dangle just above her palm.

The pendant was in the shape of the letter ‘J,’ something she had coyly told her fans stood for her own initials. But in reality, it was for Jeonghan— something she hadn’t dared to admit then in public.

Jeonghan hadn’t been at the concert due to an injury, but that didn’t stop him from watching her live. His verified account had appeared in the chat unexpectedly, his comments cheeky and bold even back then.

“Get me one.”

Luna had paused, caught off guard as her fans erupted in excitement. “Hannie? Get you what?” she had repeated, her tone unsure but amused.

His reply had been instant: “The same one. We need to be a couple.”

The chat had collectively lost its mind, the comments flying faster than she could read.

“JEONGHAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??”

“STOPPP WE CAN’T HANDLE THIS.”

“WE NEED TO BE A COUPLE????? SIR EXPLAIN???”

“JEONGNA IS REAL ISTG!!! TRY TO CHANGE MY MIND!!”

Her laugh had been shaky then, a mix of nervousness and amusement as she waved her hand at the camera. “Jeonghannie, stop saying things like that. People might think you’re serious,” she had joked, her voice light but carrying a subtle plea for him to tone it down.

And then, as she read through the comments, a small notification had popped up at the top of her screen— a text message.

It was from Jeonghan.

“I am serious.”

Luna had tried her best to keep her reaction neutral, but her smile had softened in a way that betrayed her. Her cheeks flushed as she lowered her head slightly, trying to hide the way her face flushed and how her heart fluttered at his words.

And in the end, she had gotten him a matching necklace— both pieces featuring the letter ‘J.’

To everyone else, it was a cute nod to their shared first initial, but to them, it was so much more. It was their quiet way of holding onto something that was just theirs, something they didn’t have to explain to anyone.

Back in the present, Luna blinked, the warmth of the memory leaving her momentarily speechless. The chat was still buzzing with excitement, and Jeonghan’s most recent comment— “Even though we already are 😝” —shone brightly at the top.

She let out a breathless laugh, her hand brushing over her cheek as she muttered, “You’re really going to bring that up again?”

Her fans didn’t miss a beat:

“GOSH IT WAS AN INSIDE JOKE THIS ENTIRE TIME!!!”

“IS THIS A FULL CIRCLE MOMENT OR WHAT.”

“STOPPPP THEY’VE BEEN OBVIOUS SINCE THEN!!”

Luna’s eyes scanned the stream of comments again, only to pause as another one from Jeonghan popped up.

“You already got me one, didn’t you?”

Her lips parted slightly, and the faintest blush rose to her cheeks. She pressed her fingers to her mouth to stifle a laugh, but it was obvious— he’d caught her.

The truth was, she had bought two bracelets when she found the love knot design.

The fans weren’t letting it go either.

“WAIT SHE DID!!!”

“LUNA DID YOU REALLY BUY TWO???”

“He caught you, girl.”

“JEONGHAN KNOWS HER TOO WELL PLS.”

“Guilty as charged.”

She glanced at the screen, her brows furrowed in mock irritation as she nodded her head, trying to keep her composure. “Jeonghannie, why are you like this?” she muttered, a sheepish smile playing on her lips.

Before she could fully recover, another comment from him appeared: “Good. Now we’ll match.”

Luna let out a small laugh, shaking her head at the camera, but her blush deepened. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

Feeling bold, she leaned closer to the screen, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Gosh, are you in love with me or something?” she asked, her tone half-teasing, half-challenging.

The chat went wild as fans waited for his response, and Jeonghan, as always, didn’t disappoint.

“And what about it?”

The simplicity of his words sent the chat into absolute chaos.

“JEONGHANNNNNN STOP THIS IS TOO MUCH.”

“HE REALLY SAID THAT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE OMG.”

“LUNA ARE YOU OKAY??? BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP.”

“WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOR?!?”

“THESE TWO COULD’VE TEXTED EACH OTHER BUT INSTEAD THEY DECIDE TO FLIRT IN FRONT OF THOUSANDS ONCE AGAIN.”

Luna’s cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, and she let out a nervous laugh, leaning back slightly as she tried to compose herself. “Lord…” she whispered, shaking her head.

She tried to move on, but her stuttering betrayed her. “You… you always want us to match,” she managed to say, her voice soft as she brushed her fingers through her hair.

Facing the camera again, she narrowed her eyes playfully. “Hannie is obsessed with me, guys,” she said, her tone light but affectionate.

The fans wasted no time.

“OBSESSED WITH YOU???? AS HE SHOULD BE.”

“I MEAN HE’S NOT EVEN HIDING IT ANYMORE LMAO.”

“JEONGHAN, BLINK TWICE IF YOU NEED HELP.”

“UHM… WHO ISN’T?!?”

Jeonghan’s next comment, however, rendered Luna completely speechless:

“Yes. And soon we’ll have new matching rings.”

Her brows furrowed slightly in confusion as she reread his words. “Rings?” she repeated softly, almost to herself.

And then, like a bolt of lightning, realization hit her.

Her eyes widened, her fingers stilling mid-fidget as she fully grasped what he meant.

New matching rings.

Wedding bands.

She blinked rapidly, her lips twitching as she fought to suppress the smile threatening to take over her face.

The comments erupted once again:

“GOODBYE I—“

“He is MISSING you, girl.”

“I’M CRYING THIS IS SO CUTE.”

Luna’s voice was softer now, the blush spreading from her cheeks to the tips of her ears. “You… you need to go to sleep,” she said, her tone holding a mix of exasperation and fondness as she pouted at the camera.

Her words were directed at Jeonghan, but the teasing in her voice made it clear she wasn’t really upset. “Hannie, stop teasing me on live. Go to sleep,” she repeated, crossing her arms for emphasis.

The chat was in shambles, but Jeonghan’s comment cut through all the noise: “I’m laughing so hard right now 😂 You're cute. ”

Luna couldn’t help but roll her eyes, though her smile gave her away. “You’re annoying,” she muttered under her breath before turning her attention back to the fans.

“See what I have to deal with?” she said, her voice filled with affection. But even as she tried to move on, her fingers unconsciously brushed over the oval diamond on her engagement ring, a soft smile lingering on her lips.

God, she and Jeonghan had wished for times like these— where they could just exist together, freely and without fear. And now, here he was, openly voicing out his love for her in the most public way possible, and all she could do was smile like the lovesick idiot that she was.

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waldau-archived · 11 months ago

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hello!! big fan here! i think you’re super talented and cool 🫶🏼 can i perhaps request a friends to lovers thing for vernon? do you think he’d be the first one to break and confess or would it be you? if it’s the latter, how does he react? any thoughts on this would be fine really, even if you don’t want to make it into a full fledged story. just love talking about and thinking about vernon.

darling anon i think you broke my brain because i've never written so much in a single day (also thank you so much!!! <3). i love vernon and i've kind of been in a vernon spiral myself recently. i hope you like this :)

chroma — chwe hansol | 2,520 words | fluff

chroma (noun) — the purity of a colour, or its freedom from white or grey. reader and vernon are best friends who SCREAM become lovers. briefly ft dokyeom.

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

at first glance, you and vernon are opposites.

not exactly grumpy and sunshine opposites, but if you're both the same colour, you're a shade or two brighter than him. which means that you're similar with different energy levels, and honestly? you love your dynamic.

your friends notice that outside of the group, you're the one he's the closest to — so it only makes sense that he's also the one you're the closest to.

he's always near you whenever you're hanging out with your friends — whether you're sitting right next to each other or across the room, he meets your eyes from time to time, if only to check in on you, or to allude to an inside joke when someone speaks.

(you have way too many inside jokes; an unhealthy amount, even.)

he always makes it a point to drop you home. always. unless your other friends are around, in which case he won't rest till you send him a text saying you got home safely. or you crash at each other's places for the night if you're too tired.

you always look forward to whenever he gets random bursts of energy and proceeds to tell you about stuff he finds interesting. but you also use him as a pillow when he becomes extremely quiet, and honestly? it's pretty easy to co-exist with vernon regardless of the silence or the lack of it, because you always match his energy.

he sends you pictures of whatever he thinks you'll like, whether it's a meme or a sunset, but sometimes he sends you stuff he likes — like a cool monument he saw in new york or his cat or a picture of two snails on the side of the road with the caption "us?"

seriously, opening his texts is like a wild card (in a good way).

he always makes it a point to drop you home. always. unless your other friends are around, in which case he won't rest till you send him a text saying you got home safely.

you're slightly more affectionate than him, which is something he doesn't mind.

he's not the first to initiate hugs, but you can trust that he's always going to find your hand for a high five or a fist bump or a quick side hug.

if you're sitting together on the couch listening to music or watching something on the television, he lets you loop your arm through his like it's something you do every day (which it most definitely is).

vernon wasn't very physical in the beginning of your friendship, but now you're used to a light brush of his hand against yours, your shoulders bumping for a second or two, a poke to your cheek — just your things.

now the thing is this: you have a crush on vernon. a huge crush that doesn't seem to be going away any time soon.

"i knew it!" dokyeom says shrilly, and you wince. you love him, but you're not sure if he's capable of keeping your secret.

"was it that obvious?"

"of course it was! i've seen the way you look at him. like he's the funniest guy in the room, even if he's not. or like he's the hottest guy in the room. which he—"

"—is," you finish, and bite your tongue. dokyeom doesn't need to know exactly how in deep you are.

dokyeom shakes his head. "i can't believe he doesn't know."

"kyeom, if you tell him, i swear—"

"i won't! i kind of want to see how long it takes for him to realize."

"i don't think he will," you say, looking over to where vernon is sitting on the couch and arguing with seungkwan and seungcheol about the best movie from 2008.

"how do you know that?"

you shrug. "i've tried dropping subtle hints. he's just...oblivious."

dokyeom follows your gaze and sighs. "he really is. but if you ask me," he says, turning to raise an eyebrow. "this really could go somewhere."

every year, you spend valentine's day together.

it started as a joke the first time — vernon's date somehow cancelled on him at the last moment, and he showed up to your place with a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates.

you thought your heart was going to fall out of your body, but he sheepishly explained he didn't know where else to go, or who else to give them to.

it turned into a rant about how he didn't believe in or care about the holiday anymore.

but now it's your tradition to enjoy each other's company rolling your eyes and booing at cheesy movies.

(you wish they'd come to life, specifically with vernon, but he doesn't have to know.)

he isn't the best at comforting you with words. you learned that a long time ago and know it well even now. yet he's the first person you turn to when something's wrong.

you're wrapped in a blanket on vernon's sofa, a hot mug of cocoa in front of you next to a bowl of snacks, but your mind isn't on any of them. why, you think. why, why, why me. you feel terrible for the space you're occupying, even though you've curled up into a ball.

"hey," vernon says from above you, and the next thing you know, you're pulled into him. "i don't know what to say to make it better, and...i don't know what else i can do, but tell me, okay?"

you nod.

"i'm sorry."

you stop crying at that, trying to blink away your tears but failing. "why?"

"he was a dick, and you never deserved someone so shitty."

you try to inhale, but it's shaky. "i'm just...so tired," you say, resting your head on his shoulder. "i don't know why i keep attracting idiots like him. and i hate that you always have to see me like this."

"like this?"

"in pieces. crying. whatever."

"you're not in pieces," vernon says, running his hand over your back. "you're sad. it happens. and i don't mind being here, okay? i'm always here. sorry."

you snort. "you've apologized more to me than he's ever done at this point."

"now you know who to keep around longer," vernon smiles.

you wonder if vernon's aware of the things he does. he talks to you like there's no one else he'd rather be with at the moment. he bends down to meet your eyes when you're talking about something, and you're amazed he hasn't noticed you short-circuiting in the middle of your sentences more than a few times now. he finds the most random things to give you every now and then.

"huh?"

"pebble. reminded me of pou."

"pou? vernon, that was so long ago!"

"do you want me to skip this rock?"

"no, wait—"

fights with him aren't really fights, because one of you always caves in and has to make up.

"your neck's going to hurt," you hear vernon say softly, probably trying not to wake you up. but you weren't really asleep in the first place.

"why do you care?" you grumble, sitting up straight and wincing when your neck does, in fact, hurt.

"i don't hate you just because we had a fight," he says, pulling you down to rest your head on his chest. "sore necks suck."

you chew on your cheek for a while, not wanting to say the words you know are inevitable. "fighting with you sucks, too."

he says nothing; just hugs you tighter.

you're surprised at how well you've adapted to vernon going out on dates.

it wasn't easy, you'll admit. at first it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest while also being crushed, but now it's okay (maybe because he hasn't been dating as much recently — you can't remember the last one he even went on).

you're nothing if not a supportive best friend, so you're okay with the few times his dates go well enough to tell you about.

you teasingly tell him not to give you too many details, but you wonder if he knows why you really ask that of him.

both of you act like a married couple, according to your friends. it made you blush at first, but there's no point reacting to it anymore because it's just not true. vernon doesn't like you the way you like him, and the way you're affectionate with each other is...hard to explain. just friends, you say, even though you wish you were more.

"you're dishgushting," dokyeom says, mouth stuffed full of pizza while he pours himself some coke.

you give him a look. "you or me?"

dokyeom nods, chewing aggressively before swallowing his bite. "you. and vernon. can't stop giving each other those eyes all the time. makes me sick."

"...eyes?"

"like you need a room or something. like there's no one else in here with you guys."

"we don't do that, kyeom."

he snorts inelegantly. "ask anyone. you're lucky jeonghan hasn't snitched on you yet."

and maybe, just maybe, vernon treats you somewhat differently than he treats his friends.

you always get the first bite of his food, always listen to new vinyls he gets on the weekends, sprawled out on the floor and letting the music seep into your skin, always get to steal his hoodies whenever you're cold — you can't think of any other friend of his who gets the same treatment.

but that's just best friend privilege.

at least that's what you tell yourself.

after vernon comes back from his latest tour, he becomes more touchy with you — resting a hand on your thigh, tracing the shell of your ear, linking pinkies with you.

maybe it's just his way of reconnecting with you after being away for so long.

but doesn't he realize what he's doing to your heart?

probably not, you think, when he wraps his arms around your waist one morning when you're in front of his vinyl collection, trying to pick something you think you'll like.

"sol?" you ask, patting his hands before resuming browsing through his shelf.

"hey."

"what's up?"

"tired."

"shouldn't you be in bed, then?"

"you weren't there."

you pause, the magdalene vinyl in your hand threatening to fall before you place it back. "i'm never there."

"wanna change that?"

"what?"

"what."

you think it's some silly pick-up line he's trying to test on you, so you gently push him back to his bedroom, threatening to leave his home if he doesn't sleep for a few more hours.

but it doesn't end there.

those pick-up lines pop up in the most unexpected places, with the most unexpected company. you shake your head and laugh them off, but you wonder why he's behaving like this.

there's one possible explanation for it, but you're not going to let yourself walk down that path. not unless he does it first.

vernon's quiet on the walk back to your car from the supermarket, half your groceries with you and the other half with him. he doesn't say anything when you point out his shoelace is untied, or his hair is sticking up a bit weirdly for his liking, or even the fact that there's a cat sitting right next to your car before it skitters away a few seconds later.

you're not worried. vernon does have those moments where he zones out so hard no one can get him back for a while, and this seems to be one of them.

"i love you," he finally says.

your hand fumbles with the grip of your bag. not cool, not when there's a couple of glass jars in there. there's going to be nothing cute to put the cookies in if you break them now.

"i love you too?" you offer, because it's not uncommon for you to say it to each other. it's just that vernon's never brought it up unprompted before.

"no. not how you think."

not how you think? how...

oh.

you can only stare at vernon, mind running a million miles an hour while he refuses to look at you, suddenly finding interest in that untied shoelace.

"love me love me?"

he nods, almost imperceptible if you weren't looking for it. it gives you a sudden boost of courage, of happiness, of everything good. you weren't wrong, after all. you put the rest of the groceries in the trunk and turn to face him.

you've seen this sight hundreds of times before — vernon with his messy hair, in this very hoodie with jam stains on the left sleeve, and those brown eyes that light up from the inside when the sun hits them just the right way and make him look like the most handsome man in the world — but it's like you've been seeing the world, even vernon, in monochrome till he said those words.

chroma.

"oi," you say, grabbing his face in your hands. "sol."

he just blinks.

"are you sure? absolutely sure?"

"yeah," he says, voice a bit rougher than usual, and you see yourself in his eyes for a moment. "i am. but i'm sor—"

you shut him up with a quick peck to his lips, uncaring of who might be seeing you right now. you know you're going to be embarrassed about it, squeal about it to dokyeom, bury your face in your pillow and question if any of it was real, but right now, it doesn't matter.

you've shocked vernon, for once. it feels good. he's staring at you with his mouth open, hands clutching your wrists like there's no tomorrow.

"you're not the only one," you explain, all bravado fizzling out when his full focus lands only on you.

"oh? yeah?" he asks, pulling you closer.

"mm."

he rubs his thumb across one of your wrists. "do you have eggs?"

"...what?" back to regularly scheduled programming, then. trust vernon not to make it weird.

"eggs. or ice cream. anything that needs the fridge. because i want to take you out on a date right now."

some things change: vernon becomes your boyfriend. you move in together a few months later. it's not the first time you've met his mother, but you're still nervous.

but the best thing of all is that he's yours now.

he even tells you how he realized he loved you back.

"i just...remembered you arguing with me about whether penne or fusilli was better, and my only thought was, i want this with you. for however long i could have it. i think i just loved you for so long, but...i didn't realize it was that love. i finally understood why kyeom-hyung kept telling me to get my shit together."

"sol—"

"no one knows me like you do and i don't want anyone else to. yeah."

"sol, babe, i was just asking if you want me to take out the trash."

"you...oh," he says, grinning in that shy way he does. "thought you asked me if i wanted you. but hey, if i'm trash for you, you're legally obligated to take me out, right?"