Let’s Grab Some Dinner [one Shot]

Casa Pasiva, Monte de El Pardo, Madrid, Spain,

SlowStudio

highest walls, strongest armour

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

summary: they say opposites attract but what about similars?

contains: hurt/comfort, angst w a happy ending, mentions of insomnia, reader n vernon learn how to communicate w each other challenge

a/n: “pardon my emotions, i should probably keep it all to myself, know you’d make fun of me.” a remix to this fic

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you just came home from probably the worst day in a while. everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong and you just wanted to bury yourself deep in the covers of your bed. turn off your phone and isolate yourself from the world until you had the strength to pick yourself back up. but you also felt this contrasting but equally overwhelming urge to run to vernon, your boyfriend, for comfort.

you weren’t the best at expressing yourself, let alone let yourself being vulnerable, the strong armour you had built for your fragile heart standing in the way. vernon wasn’t the most sentimental either and maybe that was what made you so attracted to each other.

all you knew for sure, is that it was making this whole relationship painfully complicated.

but that was the thing, right? this was a relationship, not a competition. it wasn’t about who would crack first and run to the other for consolation but more about trusting the other to catch you when you needed it and you definitely needed it.

and so with a thumping heart, you hopped in your car to go to his dorms.

he opens the door for you with a soft smile on his face and you can already feel your heart melting.

“hi,” he greets you before leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips.

after leading you to his room, he sits you down on his bed, assuming that you wanted to tell him something.

“so what’s up?”

“i um…” you start as your eyes drift to the floor, somehow feeling embarrassed for wanting his comfort. “i had a bad day at work,” you finally say, barely louder than a whisper, fearing his reaction for whatever reason.

“oh, what happened?”

“nothing was really working out the way i wanted it to today and it’s really making me feel like shit and i thought about just sleeping it off but realised that seeing you would probably make me feel better. just thought that you could maybe… hold me?”

you felt heat rush to your face at those words. was he going to think you were childish, maybe even pathetic for coming to him about a bad day?

your eyes shyly search for his to try and see if that was the case, only to find surprise written all over his face.

he chuckles nervously.

“like a hug? from me?”

damn. you hadn’t felt this stupid in a while. you wish you could’ve just come up with some bullshit response to brush this embarrassing moment but you couldn’t. there was a lump forming in your throat as heavy tears started to fill your eyes.

perfect. guess this truly was the last straw for you today. your face was burning with utter humiliation and you knew that that was your cue.

“i think i’m gonna head home,” you whisper before leaving the dorms, knowing he wouldn’t chase after you.

and he didn’t. that just wasn’t him.

he was left on his bed, staring at the door you had left wide open, knowing exactly why you left. he froze and gave you the worst reaction possible. he had never seen you like this and didn’t know how to react. it was just easier to avoid talking about more serious things since to truly comfort you, he’d have to tear down his own walls and he just didn’t have the guts for it.

but was betraying your trust in him really worth the supposed safety of those walls?

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several days had passed since that night, your hurt slowly turning into regret and embarrassment, actively avoiding him every time you ran into him. that moment replaying over and over again in your head, wishing you had never brought up your feelings, wishing you had kept your armour up and promised yourself to never make that mistake again.

vernon, on the other hand, felt his inability to react well when you needed him weigh on him more with each passing day. it was taking a toll on him.

he could barely sleep at night, tossing and turning, trying to come up with a way to apologise. he knew that apologising meant opening up but that refusing to do so meant losing you. both scenarios scared him shitless but he knew that there was only one right answer to his dilemma and yet, he still couldn’t bring himself to face you, scared that you despised him by now. why would you stay with such a coward? his fear caused him to put it off, each night worse than the last until his body reached its breaking point.

you were bingeing a tv show in your home when you received a call from seungcheol.

“hey y/n, think you can come pick vernon up?”

“why?” the hostility in your own voice surprising you.

“he fainted during practice so we can’t let him go home on his own.”

hearing those words felt like your entire body had been dumped in ice water.

“fuck, i’m on my way.”

you quickly hang up, slip on some shoes and drive to the pledis building.

after running up the stairs, you barge in the practice room panting to find him sitting on the floor while the others are standing around him, your sudden entry making them all turn to you.

“thank you for coming through,” says seungcheol as he helps vernon up and walks up to you.

you slowly approach him and gently hold his face in your hands. he looks completely drained.

“what happened?”

“he hasn’t been sleeping well lately so paired up with an intense dance routine, it was bound to go wrong,” replies hoshi, a guilty frown on his face.

“you idiot,” you whisper loud enough that only vernon could hear it and despite the insult, relief washes over him now knowing that you don’t completely hate him, that he still had a chance to make it up to you.

you take over from seungcheol so vernon’s body is now leaning on yours.

“we’ll get going, take care everyone!” you announce and are met with multiple goodbyes before exiting the room.

the car ride back home is heavy with silence, vernon anxiously glancing at you from time to time while you focus on the road. the atmosphere is nasty and you can both feel it so vernon decides to get on with it.

“i thought you were angry with me,” he says in a hushed tone, barely having the courage to look at you.

“do you want me to be angry right now?” you retort, desperately trying to keep a strong facade.

“no, no, that’s not what i meant.”

the silence wraps the both of you again.

in the elevator going up to your apartment, vernon realises that apart from holding him up, you haven’t hugged him, nor kissed him, in fact you barely spared him a look ever since you picked him up and that realisation causes a lump to form in his throat and his heart to squeeze painfully. were you planning on leaving him after this?

he takes a deep breath in an effort to calm himself down, not wanting you to see him this way.

after entering your apartment, you go straight to the kitchen while he follows you like a lost puppy.

“go to the bedroom and change into some more comfortable clothes, i’m gonna make you some tea,” you say as you vaguely nod to said room, knowing that you owned clothes that would fit him.

“alright.” his voice sounds small, he feels small, like his very heart was made of thin glass and you were the one holding it.

when you enter the bedroom with a cup of chamomile tea, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. his eyes are now scanning you for any sign of… anything, trying to decipher what was going through your head.

you sit down on the bed next to him and place the cup on the bedside table.

“when you’re finished with your tea, try to sleep, okay? i’ll be in the living room if you need me.”

the living room? he wouldn’t be able to count all the times you guys napped together even if he used a graphing calculator. he didn’t like this. he didn’t like this at all.

“stay,” he blurts out, louder than he has been all day.

you look him in the eye for the first time since the practice room and he feels his heart get heavier somehow.

“we can talk after you get some rest,” you reply, averting your gaze from his gentle brown eyes that were starting to eat away at your armour.

you start getting up but stop when he grabs your hand.

“that’s exactly why i haven’t been sleeping.”

you can only look at his hand in silence, his words making you freeze.

“not being able to talk to you isn’t healthy for me as you can see,” he chuckles nervously even though his voice broke mid-sentence. this was now or never. he wasn’t going to lose you, even if that meant destroying his highest walls.

“vernon, let’s just leave it…” you trail off, cowering even though you had promised yourself to not show that side of yourself anymore. much less to him. it was almost like the sound of his voice was strong enough to shatter the armour you had so meticulously built around your heart, leaving you defenceless. completely vulnerable for him to see.

“i’m sorry.”

it’s short and sincere and enough to make the tears in your eyes unbearably heavy.

“you were clearly upset that day and instead of keeping it to yourself, you came to me but i… i was scared, i guess. because if you had the guts to open up to me, that meant that i could too and that scared me into pushing you away. i just wasn’t- i wasn’t brave enough in that moment. and i know that i probably sound so childish right now.”

there’s a brief silence before you hear vernon sniffle, only being able to watch as tears escape his eyes.

“but i’m also not willing to lose you because i’m too childish to admit that i get sad too and also want you to hold me when that happens.”

he lowers his head at that last part. his tears wetting the bed sheets.

you almost wanted to laugh at how absurd the odds were that the two of you could find each other and fall for each other like this. it almost felt like fate and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing but just like how you had struggled to come to him that day, he just struggled to open up to you and for now, that was enough for you.

you give his hand a gentle squeeze as a silent request to look at you and he does.

“i forgive you. we’ll just have to learn to trust each other more from now on. and besides, who else could provide me with a supply of free beanies as big as yours?”

a smile appears on his face for the first time in a while and kisses your hand.

“i’ll buy you all the beanies in the world.”

“I’m trying to confess my undying love for you, and that’s the response I get?”

yoongi x reader genre: fluff word count: 

note: this piece was written by mads, @aurorassadprosee​​​. She initially wrote this one for my birthday in 2019 :( isn’t that sweet? It’s influenced by “New Year’s Day” by Taylor Swift, and if you know the song, you’ll probably see the references. Anyways, this is a really cute fic and I hope you all enjoy! xo

WITH a head swimming with alcohol and body buzzing with warmth, you place one bare foot sloppily in front of the other, fits of giggles escaping your mouth.

Supported by the dark haired man next to you, you both stumble out of the crowded bar, arm-in-arm, into the cool air.

The street lights shine, splitting into four as your vision tries to focus, the sound of horns blaring and tires hitting puddles fill your ears.

The rush of 1am.

Carrying a pair of heels in two fingers, goosebumps start to appear on your bare arms, a slight shiver coming to your breath as you lean your head against Yoongi’s neck.

Swaying down the dirty pavement of New York, streams of people brush past, breath white against the air.

You see a blur of individuals walking briskly, couples, like yourselves, huddled together, and groups of rowdy men drunkenly stumbling to their next drink.

Cheek hot against his skin, the smell his cologne fills your senses, the dry martinis, whiskey sours and double scotches are starting to set in.

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>> take my breath

wc: 465 give me a good morning call tomorrow

“good morning!” haechan greets, cheerful as he sings into the receiver. “it’s morning now, right?”

there’s a moment of silence that passes before you respond, and for a second all he hears is the faint rustle of your cotton sheets. you let out a yawn.

“mhm,” is your eventual, sleepy reply. “5 am to be exact.”

he throws his head back. “damn, i miscalculated.”

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“The truth is that we are not afraid to love. We are afraid that we will not get back the love we give.”

— Unknown

how was miso adopted? was she originally jungkook or oc’s cat? i love the miso detail so much lmao i can’t get over her

478: drabble

alternatively, jungkook is willing to take an everyday risk :)

[ 478 drabbles ]

“My girlfriend likes you for some reason.”

Jungkook deadpans at the cat sat on the sidewalk, her eyes big and curious even under a wonky, flickering streetlight.

“You keep following Y/N to her workshops. You always wait outside,” he hums, grunting as he lowers himself down to the cold pavement. The two of you have been seeing the cat nonstop nowadays, all to the point that you’ve started carrying cat food in your bag and leaving it to him while he waits for you to be done with your work for the day.

The cat sits still but she still meows as if she understands everything that Jungkook’s saying, making him chuckle in disbelief.

“Guess what I brought,” he lowly cheers, adding in a whoop for good measure before he gestures to the crate beside him. The inside of it looks even warmer than what he’s wearing now, clearly having thought of this more than he makes it out to be.

“Dear fucking god, I hope you’re hypoallergenic,” Jungkook mutters as he gestures his hands out to put the cat into the crate but it looks like he won’t have to exert effort because she enters it herself, her tail brushing past his arm that it triggers a sneeze. “How nice. I’m allergic to you.”

Jungkook sighs a breath of relief now that the hard part is over because he didn’t even need to convince the cat, closing the crate door behind her but if he thinks about it, he’s sure that she wouldn’t escape even if he hadn’t.

“I’m the only one taking you in for now, okay? My girlfriend doesn’t know yet,” he mutters, making direct eye contact with the cat that even the concept of her listening surprises him. “Okay, maybe fiancée soon because I’m planning on proposing. When we move in together, you would have us both,” he adds. “Don’t get it twisted though. I’m not using you as a pawn for my proposal.”

Jungkook shivers in the cold but before he makes his trek to the pharmacy to buy his allergy medicine, and back to his apartment building, he makes the decision to sneak in his scarf to the crate so the cat would feel extra toasty.

Ah. So this is the feeling.

Maybe love doesn’t always compulse Jungkook to say I love you to you every night.

Sometimes, love tends to make Jungkook adopt a stray cat despite horrible allergies and the commitment to take anti-histamines for as long as you’ll have him in your life (he hopes forever), as long as the white ball of fur makes you happy.

gimme gimme!

pairings. haechan x (f) reader

genre. FLUFF! established relationship

warnings. implications to sex towards the end, haechan being so fucking >_< in this one (do y’all understand??)

note. again,, inspired by this tiktok SOMEONE HELP ME FROM MY IMAGINATION AND THOUGHTS BC THIS W HAECHAN ????

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haechan is home with you, but not really for a good reason. he’s exempt from his schedules due to health reasons so he’s instructed to stay home and get some well needed rest. but you’re glad that he’s with you and under your watch.

both of you are on your couch, your back against the arm rest and your legs thrown over haechan’s lap as he’s watching a youtube video on the tv. his arm is slung behind you resting on the couch as his other arm is resting on your thighs, occasionally giving your thigh a squeeze with his hand. you’re on your tablet reading a book you’ve been excited to read that a friend had recommended to you.

this is what your days have consisted of, just you two in your apartment. either glued on the couch snuggled together or talking about anything in your kitchen and laughing or in your bed getting lost in each others warmth. of course, you do leave the house in the morning for classes and come back before dinner, haechan awaiting upon your arrival at the entrance of your front door with open arms and his bright smile.

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dangggg man, tumblr is deffo better than wattpad at making me feel like stabbing myself with a fork

— [7:22 pm] it’s the way mark holds you after a long and stressful day. the way his arms completely engulf you as if he’s trying to shield you from the rest of the world, protecting the one he cherishes the most. he leaves a kiss on your forehead as his heartbeat lulls you to sleep and you can’t help but fall more and more in love with him.

it’s the way mark picks up little things for you when he’s out shopping with the notion that “this reminded me of you” or “I just feel like you’d like this” and you do. you love everything mark gifts you, but nothing can beat the greatest gift you’ve ever received: him.

it’s the way his eyes always find yours in a crowd. the packed parties you frequent courtesy of your mutual friend johnny always ends up in the two of you separated. but with one look, mark is able to spot you, silently asking if you were okay. your eyes tell all. if you were fine, he’d let you mingle with the new friends you meet. if you weren’t, he’d quickly swoop in by your side and save you and link your pinky with his. once again, proving that he was your ultimate safe haven. an angel sent to you personally from the skies above.

it’s the way mark lee tells you he loves you without outright saying it. it’s the way that you can feel it every time you’re in his presence. the love radiates off his body as if he can’t hold it in, wanting the whole world to know. dropping down on one knee, he says nothing as he opens the box. he doesn’t have to with the way his gaze speaks nothing but forever. with you.

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