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heartsfromia · 2 years ago

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stuck with me ⁠— c. vernon

pairing: non-idol! vernon x f! reader

word count: 4,071

genre: fluff, slight crack, friends to lovers

warnings: reader is attracted gag men (note: men that are not vernon (or any one from seventeen) uwu ilysm my bbys<3), curse words (shit)

author's notes: some childhood fluff for y'all and thank you for 300 followers btw it's long overdue <3

You might be wondering how your childhood best friend and neighbor, Vernon, ended up right beside you—although it should be added that you were inside the warm restaurant, waiting for your date to return from the bathroom, and Vernon was hidden behind the bush outside of the restaurant, a pane of glass separating you both.

Well, it began on Wednesday afternoon when you were finishing up classes for the day and the guy you were talking to for the past couple of weeks had approached you outside of your class. Looking past Youngwoo’s shoulder, you spotted Vernon at the end of the corridor, watching your exchange with your “crush” with raised eyebrows. You promised Vernon you would head home with him, so he must’ve been waiting for you before Youngwoo came.

“Hey, Y/N,” Youngwoo greeted, earning your attention and you smiled, greeting back. “Just finished class?��

You nodded, “Yeah, are you headed to class?”

“No, I have a meeting for an event,” he explained, and you nodded. “I was just heading there, and I saw you come out of class… I wanted to save this conversation when I had more time, but I’m not sure when that’ll be.”

“What is it?” You honestly grew to like Youngwoo during the past few weeks of talking and texting. You had met him when you were a liaison officer for a campus event, where he was logistics, and things clicked. He’s sweet, and your conversations could last for hours into the night. On campus, he’s well-known, too, as a hard-working student, and oddly enough, his car. A black 2022 BMW X6 (you know this because it has come up in conversations a few times). His car reflected his wealth, and although you’d like to think you weren’t shallow, as a burn-out architecture student that requires a lot of supplies, some financial stability wouldn’t hurt.

“Are you free Friday night?” Oh my God, he’s finally asking you out on a date.

“I think so, why?”

His grin only grew. “I found this cool new restaurant uptown, and I wanted ask you if you were interested to join me for dinner there.”

Your cheeks immediately blushed at his invite, nodding almost a second too fast. “I’d love to!”

“Great! I’ll send you the address of the place and we can meet there.”

… What? He wasn’t going to offer to pick you up? Stunned, you could only muster an unsure nod and awkward smile before he ruffles your hair and heads towards where his meeting is. Still stunned, Vernon approached you with a look of suspicion—an eyebrow raised pointedly at you, before asking, “Who was that?”

“Young… Woo…”

“Youngwoo?” You nodded slowly. “What did he want from you?”

“He… he wanted to ask me out on a date,” you responded, a forced smile etched around your lips. You watched as Vernon’s raised brow lowers and a crease appears between them. His hazel eyes glanced back to where Youngwoo had disappeared before shifting back to yours, trying to find any indication that you were joking.

“And you said yes?” You only nodded. Vernon shifts on his other leg, adjusting the strap of his bag as he continues to eye you. “Where’s he taking you?”

See? Even Vernon believes that Youngwoo will pick me up, you bitterly thought. You couldn’t tell Vernon that Youngwoo is someone you, to some extent, were interested in. Especially the fact that Youngwoo had asked that you two meet at the restaurant instead of him picking you up.

Maybe he doesn’t want you contaminating his car? That would be so rude if that was the case.

Still waiting for you response, your grin only widened before you teasingly wagged your finger in his face. “None of your business.”

Other than the embarrassing aspect of the invite, you didn’t want Vernon to know about the guys you were interested in, or had a crush on. You’ve known him practically all your life, and in some shape or form, Vernon mimics an overbearing, older brother than when seeing you be in close proximity with anyone of the opposite gender, he’d go haywire.

Why? Because he’s that annoying.

And Vernon, of course, knew that.

Not the annoying part, he likes to believe that he’s protective over you. Granted, you somehow always attracted the weirdest men to enter your life (not him included, obviously). Vernon knew you were withholding information regarding your date, with how jumpy you were the entire ride back home, and how you were quick to end interactions with him, quickly running off into your house and leaving him in the car.

He was well aware that he… had an interesting way of dealing with the guys that were interested in you. Whether it be blackmailing them with embarrassing anecdotes that he somehow found, or gently telling to back off. He never wanted you to experience heartbreak by a man, let alone a loser. And again, most of the guys you met were either weird or a loser.

However, he didn’t know anything about this Youngwoo guy, and it bothered him.

Luckily for your neighbour, he had his sources.

“Chan, give me info about a guy named Youngwoo.”

Chan could only sigh. He’s at it again, your honor, Chan couldn’t help but think. “You need to specific.”

“I only know his name is Youngwoo.”

“Is he another guy interested with Y/N?” Vernon nodded. “Oh, it must be Jung Youngwoo, then.”

“Who?”

“Our senior, active in his major’s association, and he owns a BMW,” Chan explains, pulling out his phone as he searched for the person of interest’s Instagram account, handing it to Vernon who scrolled through the guy’s feed. “He pays the security at the parking lot to make sure he gets the best spot, under the trees but far from any birds to shit on his car.”

“Anything else?”

“He’s super rich, like, son of CEO rich—he’s taking International Business, so he can continue his dad’s business.”

“Anything weird?”

Chan looked up thoughtfully, tapping his chin before shaking his head, “Probably just his borderline obsession with his car. My sources say his car is the only thing he bought with his own money.”

“Your sources?” Vernon stared at his friend skeptically.

Chan rolled his eyes, admitting, “I follow his Twitter, it’s his pinned post.”

Vernon returned Chan’s phone. “Y/N is apparently going on a date with him tonight, but she won’t tell me where.”

“Aw, are you sad that you can’t come with?” Chan teased, feigning a look of sympathy with his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. Vernon only glared at him. “So, what? Y/N’s an adult, I’m sure she can handle things herself.”

“Nah, I feel like there’s something she’s not telling me,” Vernon stated, shaking his head slightly. “Besides where they’re going.”

Chan chuckled, uttering a suggestion he never thought he’d regret in hindsight. “Maybe you should follow her and spy on them.” Despite Chan’s joking tone, Vernon stared at him, an expression over his face that seemed that he was actually considering it, driving Chan to silence. “I was joking.”

“Yeah,” Vernon uttered unconvincingly, “I know.”

No, he didn’t.

Later that evening, Vernon had watched you from his bedroom window as you climbed into a car that parked itself in front of your driveway. That’s rude, he thought. If Youngwoo truly was interested in you, wouldn’t have the common decency of introducing himself to your parents? And why is it that you entered his car, and not him accompanying you from your front door—

Wait. Vernon stood from where he was crouched, squinting his eyes as if that would make his vision better as he observed the car. Silver Toyota sedan. He thought back to when Chan showed him Youngwoo’s Instagram, and remembered a concerning amount of posts he had with only his car, and could specifically remember Chan stating that the guy had a BMW, and not a Toyota.

Then he saw it. An Uber sticker.

Unless Youngwoo is damn bored that he decided to work part-time as an uber driver, Vernon was sure that he did not pick you up.

Maybe you should follow her and spy on them, Chan’s words echoed throughout his head, and with the known fact that you weren’t picked up by your date, and instead, made to meet him at the restaurant, Vernon felt that he had no other choice but to do as Chan said.

And drag Chan along the way because he didn’t want to vent to no one.

“Can you believe it? The guy is rich, owns a BMW and doesn’t have the common decency of picking her up!” Vernon gripped the steering wheel in anger until his knuckles turned white. “Don’t lose sight of the car, Chan.” Vernon reached over to smack Chan’s arm, causing his friend to stir as he was about to fall asleep.

“I was joking about following them, dude,” Chan complained, glaring at him as he crossed his arms over his chest. “And why are you dragging me into this? I had things to do.”

Vernon glanced over, eyeing him from head to toe. “What things acquire you to wear Power Rangers pajamas?”

“Important Friday night things,” Chan sneered, causing Vernon to chuckle. “Just admit you’re jealous, dude.”

“Why would I be jealous?”

“Because each guy that takes an interest in Y/N, is another missed opportunity for you to ask her out.” Chan was grateful that they were at a red light or else Vernon would’ve swerved them off the highway from hearing that statement. Vernon didn’t directly acknowledge his friend’s claim, too focused on the silver sedan that was going further and further as they were stuck at the traffic light. Thus, Chan continued. “You’ve been in denial this entire time, and the only way that you can compromise with your feelings for Y/N is by pushing away every single guy that tries to get with her.”

“It’s for good reason, the guys that try to get with Y/N are weird.” Then he remembered Youngwoo. “And rude. She deserves better.”

“And you think that’s you, don’t you?” If Vernon wasn’t so dead set on following you, he might even push Chan out of the car from how much gibberish he’s speaking. “They took a left, I think it’s that— holy shit.”

Both Vernon and Chan stare in awe as they come closer to a luxurious restaurant, floor-to-ceiling glass panes surrounding the entire building, and everyone that goes in and out of the restaurant are clad in luxury brands, as if eating there would raise their social status. Vernon chose to park across the restaurant, camouflaged with other cars as the two of them watch you step out of the car in a black dress you wore at your junior prom—the only prom that Vernon was your date to throughout your friendship.

Fine, I am jealous, Vernon internally admitted, not wanting to utter the words out loud or else Chan would never let it go. Your long term friendship with Vernon was enough for feelings to emerge, and Vernon knew that, but always believed that he loved you platonically, and the anger he felt when seeing you with other guys was because he was protective over you. Whenever the consideration of it being jealousy came up in his thoughts, he’d always dismiss it. He felt he couldn’t like you, there would be too much at stake—your friendship, primarily.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure you would feel the same way. You never showcased any emotions that proved you’d possibly have romantic feelings towards him, and he didn’t want to make sure of it. In fear that things would get awkward, and you’d both eventually stray away from one another.

But seeing you in the same dress that accompanied him at junior prom, being the same dress you’re wearing on a date with another guy made Vernon want to not care about risking everything.

“You sneak in the right, I’ll go to the left, text me if you spot them,” Vernon ordered Chan, before crouching and surveying the place, trying to find a place to hide and watch over you without you knowing.

Upon spotting a thick bush, Vernon grinned widely, carefully sneaking in and squeezing through the thick leaves as he settled close to the window, eyes darting throughout the restaurant trying to spot you and your date. He glanced up to find Chan in the same position across from him on the other side, the latter signaling with his hands towards Vernon’s direction where a table was pressed against the glass pane, and you, seated at said table.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Youngwoo excuses himself, “the garlic bread had too much gluten in it.” Mustering a giggle, you nodded and watched Youngwoo stand from his seat, heading towards the bathroom. As your eyes looked around the restaurant, an interesting sight of someone familiar hidden within the bushels outside of the restaurant caught your attention, and you could see Chan visibly panic as the two of you make eye contact.

“What are you doing?” You mouthed, and although there was significant distance between the two of you, with the help of your contacts, you swear you saw Chan’s eyes dart past you, prompting you to turn your head and almost let out a scream when you saw Vernon’s face right next to yours.

“What are you doing?” You mouthed again, but this time, your teeth were clenched and your eyebrows were furrowed in anger.

Vernon smiled innocently, “What’s up?” You could only roll your eyes as you let out a frustrated sigh then glanced to the bathroom. There was no sign that Youngwoo was leaving the bathroom yet, and upon realization, a light bulb lit in your head and you quickly grabbed your purse, standing from your seat and heading out to where Vernon was.

Your best friend watched in a panic as you stood up, quick strides leading you towards him, and he was fully prepared on you slapping him, or scolding him for being childish and following you to your date, but what came out of your mouth surprised him completely.

“Help me, Vernon, I want to go home.”

“What, why?”

You didn’t answer immediately, turning your head to look inside the restaurant and spotted Youngwoo leaving the men’s bathroom, before striking up a conversation with a waitress. You quickly grabbed onto Vernon’s sleeve, tugging him, “Quick, we don’t have time! You brought your car, right?” Vernon nodded. “Please, hurry, before he sees.”

Unsure as to what warranted you to become this adamant on leaving, but seeing the clear distress on your face, he didn’t bother trying to ask anymore questions, and the two of you quickly rushed over to where his car park, climbing in and driving off, at least, to put distance between you and Youngwoo.

He watched as you glanced back to the direction of the restaurant, falling back into your seat as you sighed in relief. “Do you want McDonald’s?”

“What?” Too focused on getting away, you didn’t hear him.

“McDonald’s? Considering you were only there for fifteen minutes, so I don’t know if you ate anything,” he explained, and you smiled, nodding.

“I’d like that, Vernon.”

It was a comical sight for other customers coming to the fast food restaurant, finding you in your dress, and Vernon dressed in sweats and a plain t-shirt, sitting across from one another with a burger and fries in front of you. You felt that you needed to be embarrassed, but you were more embarrassed with sitting in front of Youngwoo at the restaurant, rather than with Vernon.

“Slow down, Y/N, you’re going to choke.”

“I only got a slice of bread and an iced tea in before Youngwoo had to go to the bathroom,” you complained, taking a sip of your soda.

“Are you okay, though? You were in a panic when we wanted to leave,” Vernon pointed out.

“Well, yeah, I didn’t want Youngwoo to see his date leave him behind,” you exclaimed, “but I seriously could not sit there for any longer.”

Vernon’s brows knitted together, “What did he do?”

“More like what he didn’t do,” you grumbled with a sneer, rolling your eyes. “If you did follow me, then you must have seen that I was in a different car, right?”

“An uber.”

“How did you know?” You asked genuinely surprised. Prior to your disaster of a date, you thought Vernon would call you or text you, asking who’s car you’re in because everyone on campus knows Youngwoo doesn’t own a regular Toyota sedan. He holds his pride for his car on his cheek, like an emblem of his hard work. So, you prepared an inner monologue that you’d lie to Vernon, saying that Youngwoo didn’t want to dirty his car or something, that’s why he’s borrowing another car.

Which, in retrospect, sounds just as rude as him not picking you up entirely.

But, unless Vernon was in close proximity with you and heard the uber driver call for you, then he wouldn’t have known you called for a ride.

“There was a sticker on the back.”

Well.

“He didn’t pick you up, Y/N?” You pouted, shaking her head no. “Douche.”

“It’s not just that, though,” you began, “I mean, sure, it’s rude for him to not offer to pick me up—like, he seriously didn’t offer when he asked me, he just immediately said he’ll send the location and we can meet there, can you believe it?”

“Why did you still go?”

“Well… because I thought it’d still go great,” you mumbled honestly, “I was wrong, obviously.” There was a moment of silence before you looked up, brows pulled together in confusion. "Why were there in the first place?"

Vernon visibly looked guilty, eyes darting to the sides to avoid your sharp gaze as he rose his shoulders, answering non-chalantly. "I just wanted to be there for you."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, stating, "I get we've been together since we were in diapers, but we don't have to always be together." He only chuckled as a response.

“Why did you want to leave early, Y/N?”

You glanced up at him, the events of the date reoccurring in your head and your face immediately cringed at the memory, the sudden urge to cry. “God, why do I always the worst guys?” You cried out loud as you hid your face in your arms, causing a few people around the two of you to glance over in worry, Vernon looking visibly panicked.

“What’s wrong?”

“’What’s wrong?’” You repeated, flabbergasted. “His obsession with his car is what’s wrong, Vernon.”

Vernon stayed quiet as you went on a full-blown rant about what took place during your date, your hands going all over the place in grand gestures, and your eyes popping out of your head. “I get it when people care a lot about their car, you know? Like, maintenance and all of that, making sure it doesn’t break down in the middle of the road. Youngwoo also told me that his car was the first thing he bought with his own money, and that, I admit, is quite admirable.”

“It also might indicate he’s responsible.”

“Yes, I also thought that, too,” you agreed, a shiver running up your spine as you thought of the reason why you didn’t want to sit through the whole date. “Do you have a name for your car?”

“Not really, because its not mine?” Vernon answers. “But, I usually just call it by its brand name, you know?”

He then rose his eyebrow towards you. “Why? Did he name his car?”

You grimaced, nodding. “He named it Beatrix—with an ‘x’.” Vernon couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head, but you weren’t done. “Not just that, though.” He watched as you glanced around and leaned forward, cupping your mouth so he would be the only one to hear it.

“He kisses his car goodnight.”

Lucky for Vernon to not have been drinking or else his drink would’ve been spit out, and he’d cause a huge mess because the new information you gave him caused him to explode into laughter, other patrons glaring at him for the sudden ruckus, and you looked around apologetically. “Be quiet!”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, that’s just hilarious to me.” You glared at him, tossing a fry into your mouth. Once he cooled down, he stated, “Well, at least now you don’t have to worry about a second date.”

Your shoulders immediately dropped with that reality check, clearly disheartened. “When will I have a chance at a second date at all, then?”

Vernon regretted his words in an instant upon seeing your saddened features. “Hey, come on. I’ll drive us home.”

Twenty minutes of silence, you both arrived at your driveway, but you didn’t make a move to leave the car and head into your room to wallow in self-pity. There was a few minutes of unmoving silence between the two of you, before you sighed, uttering, “I guess I have to come to terms with the fact that I will never be loved by anyone.”

A look of genuine offence appeared on Vernon’s face as he stated matter-of-factly, “I love you, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not romantically.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“No, you don’t—” You froze, eyes widening as you turned to him. “What?”

Vernon shrugged, as if what he said did not sound like a confession to him, that you should’ve known all along that he’s always loved you. You knew he did, you always thought he loved you platonically though.

“Of course I’ve always loved you, Y/N. You’re my best friend, you’ve been there with me through thick and thin,” he explains, “whether my feelings towards are purely platonic or romantic, even I’m unsure of, but I know that you’re the only person I can picture being a constant presence in my life.”

“Yeah, we’ve been together for a long time, huh?” You couldn’t deny that fact. The two of you are practically joint at the hip.

“And plus, our families already know each other, we’ve gone through our awkward phase of puberty together,” he continues, “nothing would really change if you and I were to date.”

“What if it doesn’t work out? I can’t lose you, Vernon.”

He smiles fondly, reaching up to place his hand over your head. “That’s something for us to work out later,” he reassures, before ruffling your hair.

“Can I think about it?”

Vernon nodded. “Of course, whatever your answer is it won’t change anything, Y/N, I can assure you that because whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”

You couldn’t help but snort, “Yeah, unfortunately.”

This time he feigned offence. “How dare you.” You threw your head back in laughter, Vernon’s expression changing to that of relief, glad that he was able to make you laugh.

“Thank you, Vernon. It means a lot.”

“No problem, Y/N, what are friends for.” You reached over the console, pulling him close as you rest your cheek against his shoulder.

A moment after, you furrowed your brows as you pulled away. “Wasn’t Chan at the restaurant as well?”

Vernon’s eyes shifted from confusion to realization, before uttering, “Oh shit—”

“Are you going to eat that?” Chan asked Youngwoo who looked just as unamused by the sudden change of plans for the evening.

“Why are you here?”

Chan merely shrugged, “My existence only mattered when I was needed.” He picked up the roasted brussel sprouts, cringing at the taste. Youngwoo stared at the guy in front of him, before caving in and deciding to eat together anyway because he had already paid for the meal beforehand, might as well not have it go to waste.

“So, can we go on a drive with—”

“Just shut up and eat your food, Chan.”

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