genre: fluff, angst? characters: you, vernon character count: 759 words
“But you promised..” you whispered into your phone.
“I know I did baby, but something came up and you know our schedule’s been busy lately.” your boyfriend says through the phone.
“I promise I’ll see you soon, I’ll bring you somewhere.”
“Are you going to break this promise too?”
“No, I don’t know.. Listen baby, I got to go. See you.” you heard the click on the other side of the line and bit your tongue, holding back tears that were too often reoccurring lately.
Putting your phone down, you pick yourself up on the ground, where you somehow ended up while on the phone. It was Saturday, and it was another day where you had planned to see your boyfriend but was bailed on. You understood, he was busy and he had a schedule to follow, but you were lonely and loneliness can’t fill your heart like he can. Just for a bit, 10 minutes or even less, you just wanted to see him. You take yourself to the kitchen to fix yourself up some dinner. Being lazy, you take a bowl out of the cupboard and some cereal from the other. Slowly, you pour a bowl of cereal and shuffle to the fridge to grab some milk. You grab your spoon and walk to the couch, settling down and flipping the TV on to some random channel. You eat your cereal and place the finished bowl on the table in front of you. With nothing better to do, you grab the blanket off the side of the couch and lay down, switching sides until you were comfortable.
“Baby… Baby wake up..” you were awoken to the much too familiar voice. You could his signature cologne. You shot up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You glance at the clock in the kitchen to see that it’s 3AM.
“What are you doing here?” you asked, reaching your hand up to place it on the side of his face. Every piece of him so familiar, the TV lighting up his every angle. Even in the dark, he was so beautiful.
“My schedule just finished and I asked the manager to drop me off. I couldn’t break another promise.” He says, reaching up to hold your hand in his.
“You shouldn’t have. You should be resting.”
“I know, but I had to. I got some hot chocolate on the way, and I brought a blanket. The stars are insane tonight. Grab your shoes.” He said, kissing you on the cheek before dragging you up and off the couch. You put on your shoes and you both head out the door, locking it behind you.
Vernon brings you down the hall and through the doors of the staircase, nostalgia hitting you from when the two of you had first met. Just two kids laughing and running, sneaking out without a care in the world. You remember the first time you both went stargazing. Vernon’s friends had told him about it, back when he was Hansol. The apartment was only a 15 minute walk within the both of your houses. With being young and rebellious fresh on both your minds, you would meet up at the end of the street and walk together, going up the staircase and to the rooftop. You smile, thinking of how it used to be.
“Babe?” his voice knocks you out of your thoughts.
“Take my sweater, it’s kind of cold out here.” He says, shrugging his hoodie off and handing it to you before holding the door open so you could walk onto the rooftop. You slip his hoodie on before following him outside. No matter how many times you had been up here, the view would still surprise you. Vernon places the blanket down and lays down, patting the spot beside him. You lay down and cuddle into his side.
“Do you remember any of the stars I taught you?” he says, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head and wrapping his arm around your waist.
“Of course,” you say, pointing at the sky, “that’s the big dipper, then the little dipper and the cassiopeia.”
“Damn.. good job.” he says, smiling.
“I missed you.”
‘I know. I missed you too. I promise I’ll see you more often.”
“I know you’re busy, Vernon. It’s okay.”
“I will never be too busy for you.” he tightens his grip around you and pulls you closer. You lean your head on his shoulder.
(AN: Tanishaaaaa I wrote you some siiiiin~ This may just be the filthiest thing I’ve ever written, which is probably because it’s got about 80% of my favorite kinks in it. basically I get the feeling Jihoon’s 100% about that switchy life, one night a total top making his partner scream loud enough they go hoarse, and the next, well… this happens. :3 Title from the Eric Nam song bc fuck yeah Eric Nam. ~Gryffindor anon)
(Admin note: this is one of my favourite pieces of filth i’ve come across in a while. if you love sub woozi, then 20/10, would recommend. and tbh i love eric nam waaaay too much too. his new mv kills me. anyway, this absolutely made my cheeks fire truck red and i absolutely love it. warning for: smut, smutty smut smut, sex toys, anal, bondage, lovely sub!woozi, all the good stuff. everyone please enjoy. if you don’t like, feel free to relocate to some fluff. -Tanisha<3)
Summary: Singer, dancer, producer, unofficial leader, ultimate bias, hard-working artist… Jihoon was a man of many titles, with a lot that came attached to them. He deserved to come home at the end of the day and have that weight taken off his shoulders, if he so desires. Smut.
“You ready, babe?” You murmur against your boyfriend’s lips, toying with the short, golden blonde hair at the nape of his neck. He hums assent, lifting his head slightly to kiss you again, and you run your fingers up through his hair as you kiss him back.