Invincible Hearts ❤️❄️ VERHYUN - COMPLETE

Chapter Eight

DAHYUN POV

In the studio cafeteria, while Vernon hugged me from behind, kissing my face and neck, I read the menu on the counter.

Suddenly, a guy appeared out of nowhere, scaring me. I felt Vernon's arms squeeze my waist tightly.

“Are you Dahyun from Twice?” he asked, eyes wide.

"Yes, it's me," I replied, still a little nervous. "Why?"

"I'm a big fan of yours!" he exclaimed, not believing he was seeing me in person. "I can't believe it!"

He came over to give me a kiss on the cheek, but Vernon, possessive, interrupted. "Love, your order is ready," he said, with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

The fan, embarrassed, looked away. “Dahyun, can you give me an autograph first?” he asked hesitantly. "If you don't mind..."

"Of course I can," I replied, smiling at him.

I took the photo he gave me and signed it with a smile.

The fan thanked him, clearly happy, and skipped around the cafeteria.

I couldn't help but laugh softly at the situation. It was funny to see him so excited and Vernon's jealous face, which he had never shown before.

“What are you laughing at?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“From my fan,” I replied, still laughing. "Isn't he cute?"

Vernon looked at me with a serious look. "Cute? Oh, it seems so," he said, feigning disdain.

But I knew he was jealous. And, as strange as it may seem, I actually thought it was cute.

We walked to the table, with Vernon still hugging me from behind.

I felt warmed by his jealousy, knowing he cared so much about me. And even though he wouldn't admit it, I knew he thought my fan was cute too.

In the end, that situation only served to strengthen our relationship even further.

Vernon's jealousy made me feel loved and protected, and my laugh made him open up a little more, showing a side of him I rarely saw.

And so, between laughs, hugs and a touch of jealousy, we moved on, ready to face any challenge that life presented to us.

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After eating in the studio cafeteria, we returned home.

Vernon sat down on the couch, immediately engrossed in his cell phone.

I approached him behind, curious to know what was holding him back. Biting her ear lightly, I asked: "What are you looking at so concentrated, love?"

He held up his cell phone, showing me the game he was playing on. “Just playing,” he said, with a smile. "Look, you can play with fans... it's like online fansing."

I sat next to him, rubbing my nose against his like a feral kitten seeking attention. "Why don't you drop this game and stay with me?" I begged, in a sly voice. "It's been a while since the two of us were alone... enjoying each other's company."

I kissed him on the lips, starting a conversation interspersed with caresses and kisses.

Vernon, however, resisted. "But... it's an online match and there's no way to pause, sweetheart," he said, with a frustrated tone.

I made a huge, adorable pout, crossing my arms in protest.

Vernon looked at me, amused, and squeezed my cheeks. "You look like a wild kitten," he said, laughing.

I knew he was melting inside.

Vernon was a game addict, but he also loved being with me.

And, given my neediness and my irresistible pout, he didn't resist for long.

He put the game aside and hugged me tightly, pulling me into his lap.

I snuggled into his arms, happy to have gotten my attention.

We talked, laughed and kissed for hours, enjoying every moment together.

At that moment, I realized that even with the distractions of the modern world, true love always finds a way to blossom.

And that, with a little cunning and a lot of affection, it was possible to win the attention of your loved one, even if they were addicted to an online game.

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As Vernon gently stroked my leg, the familiar sound of "Game Over" echoed from the cell phone.

But instead of returning to the game, he pulled me closer, his eyes shining with unmistakable desire. "I can do better, you know," he said in a low voice, his tone thick with sensuality.

"Improve in what exactly, love?", I asked, feigning innocence.

He gave me that seductive look that always took my breath away, and I looked away, trying to focus on anything else.

But it was useless. The attraction I felt for him was magnetic, and my body craved his touch.

Without further ado, he laid me down on the couch, his warm, heavy body pressing against mine.

I was unresponsive for a moment, my heart beating wildly.

And when our lips were about to meet, a shrill sound interrupted the moment: the doorbell rang.

Vernon walked away, frustrated. "Did you order food?" he asked, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"No," I replied, still panting from the almostproximity. "What if it's someone from Seventeen or Twice?"

The idea of being caught in that situation made me uncomfortable.

Vernon, however, seemed more relieved than angry. "Well, at least it gave us some time to breathe," he said, with a mischievous smile.

I got up from the couch and went to the door, curiosity consuming me.

Who could it be at this time of night? I opened the door and came across...

                   END OF CHAPTER 8