oneshots for seventeen!! started: march 4th, 2023. finished: january 14th, 2024.. includes: fluff, angst, all sfw!! member x reader. proper spelling & grammar. [this is pure fiction and does not represent the real members or their personalities] 🤎
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╔══════════════════╗ VERNON CHWE ✎ xxxiv. pampering ╚══════════════════╝
a/n. this fic is for yeah_ihavejams finally :( i'm sorry it took so long i wish i had finished this ages ago omg 😭 i hope you like it bae <3
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"Are you cramping?" Vernon guessed, watching you walk through the door and absolutely crash on the couch next to him.
You nodded, masking the pain you were experiencing as you decompressed from the exhaustion of the day. It was hard to be patient with the amount of moodiness that came with your cycle, and that certainly didn't help you when it came to your job. Your emotions were all over the place, and it took all your willpower to not break down crying right then and there. You felt so tense and uncomfortable.
"You made it through the day. You can relax now."
"No, I can't. Seungkwan invited us both to a party, remember? We have..." You checked your phone for the time, groaning when you saw it, "30 minutes before we have to be in the car. It's a 20 minute drive."
"Babe." Vernon muttered, pulling you to his chest, pressing a short kiss to your temple, "There's absolutely no way I would choose going to a party over pampering my girlfriend."
"You RSVP'd, though." You whispered.
"Yeah? And you're in pain. So, no way." He kissed your nose and stood up, making his way to different parts of the house to get all the things he needed to properly take care of you.
Vernon had learned a lot of new things about himself when he started dating you. First of which was that he liked taking care of you. He liked giving, and he liked seeing you receive the love you deserved. He never hesitated to take the best care of you only because he enjoyed it.
He had never thought of himself as a selfless person, but before you, he never had a person to give himself to. He never thought he would get into a relationship before he met you. Dating was far from his top priority, and he had never experienced what it felt like to be in love. But as soon as he met you, he had fallen so hard. He loved every little thing about you.
To him, you were perfect.
He now understood why humans obsessed over love, why they spent their entire lives seeking it out and cherishing it. Every second he spent with you was timeless, and he had learned to cherish every day he got to spend with you.
Those included the bad days, like today. On bad days, Vernon was determined to do everything in his power to make your day just a little better.
He was back by your side quickly, placing a box of things on the coffee table and crouching down to be at eye level with you. He held out his arms and you gave him a confused look.
"What?"
"Come on. I'll carry you to bed." He smiled.
"Vernon!" You curled up a bit, hiding your flushed face behind your hands, "I can manage to make it up the stairs."
"You've had a long day, come on." He coaxed you until you opened your eyes again, peeking up at him. In one swift motion he scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing. It was a quick trip up the stairs and within a minute he was gently placing you back down, making sure your head lay comfortably on the pillows.
You shrinked at the feeling of another painful cramp spiking and Vernon frowned. He adjusted the pillows, making sure they were fluffed to your liking and comfortable enough.
"Y/n, rate your pain on a scale of 1 to 10." He instructed, tone completely serious.
"Is this really necessary?" You questioned as Vernon handed you a warm heating pad to place over your stomach.
"Just do it, babe."
You thought for a moment, "I guess maybe a 4?"
"Are you sure? I heard women often downplay the pain they experience on their period." He quipped, "I'll take your 4 to be a 6."
"Vernon, what about your work? Didn't you say you were going to finish something today?" You suddenly recalled a conversation you had with him this morning. He had definitely said he needed to finish a project by the end of today.
"Y/n, I told you already, you're more important to me than work. Today, I just want to take care of you, okay?" He told you, brushing some hair away from your forehead and tucking it behind your ear. "Chamomile tea is supposed to help ease cramping, so I put the kettle on. It should be ready in 5 minutes. You'll drink it, right?"
You smiled bashfully, "Thank you..."
"I can dash to the store to get some chocolate... or we could watch a drama? Anything you want." His mouth curved up at the sight of your smile and he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips.
You really had everything you could have asked for. Snuggled cozily under the covers with a heat pad, a cup of tea and chocolate bar, one of those slice-of-life smalltown k-dramas playing in the background, and most importantly, your boyfriend to cuddle with.
"You're setting the standard too high, you know?" You mumbled into Vernon's chest, feeling drowsier by the second. You had been lying there with him for over an hour, content to just breathe in the scent of his cologne on his hoodie and relax until you finally got tired enough to sleep. "If we ever break up, my next partner won't even be able to compare to you."
"Good thing we're not breaking up then." He replied, pausing his scrolling on his phone to glance down at you when you didn't say anything. Vernon observed that you were already half-asleep by your deepened breath, and he laughed softly at the thought that you probably didn't hear what he said. He quietly turned off the k-drama and pressed a kiss to the top of your head— more than willing to let you sleep curled up next to him for however long you needed.
