SEVENTEEN | Imagines

Vernon (III)

imagine requested by happysheepysheep

in which vernon is jealous of seungkwan and wants your attention

Vernon

Vernon wondered why all you could see was Seungkwan.

. . .

You snickered as Vernon tried to balance two spoons on the tip of his nose, he managed to get one of them, and was determined to get a second one.

"You look like an idiot," Seungkwan commented offhandedly as he ate another spoonful of his strawberry parfait. "Stop."

The other boy removed the spoons to send a scathing glance at him. "At least my nose actually has some shape, unlike you."

"Okay, okay." You held your hands up so that your arms blocked them from reaching the other, "Let's keep the lunch civil, shall we gentlemen?"

Vernon scoffed but returned to eating his mac 'n cheese. "Whatever your highness requests."

You poked the boy on the forehead for his sarcastic comment before turning to face Seungkwan, "You have a show coming up, right?"

The brown-haired boy nodded excitedly, "Yup, it'll be my very first solo show. It won't be long, of course since it's just me, but I've put a lot of work into it."

Vernon watched as your eyes sparkled in anticipation listening to Seungkwan's plans and he couldn't help but to feel unhappy. It seemed that his shorter friend held you in the palm of his hand, you never seemed to tire of him at all.

Vernon sighed.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, glancing back at your friend. "You're coming right? To Seungkwan's inaugural show?"

The boy sighed again, sending a cold little glare at an appalled Seungkwan before pasting an overenthusiastic expression on his face, "Only if you're there."

The singer coughed, "Yeah, don't come support your best-friend of five years."

Vernon proceeded to raise a very rude finger in Seungkwan's direction.

. . .

Vernon wondered if Seungkwan's voice was really all that.

It wasn't fair, he thought. I could sing if I wanted to.

Of course, he couldn't. A chill ran down his spine as he had a sense of dejavu, headlines? Another flare of annoyance appeared as he watched your enraptured face as you listened to Seungkwan sing another one of the ballads that Jihoon had written for him.

Your fingers were folded together as you leaned forward eagerly, as if you couldn't help but to want to be closer. Your eyes were closed in contentment while the little smile of yours lit up the entire room. You were breathtaking in your peace.

Vernon wondered if he could one day put that look onto your face.

. . .

There was glass of honeyed tea between Vernon's fingers, his voice had been completely worn out from all the practise he had been doing over the past week.

He had taken up rapping as a pastime for the past year, but had never really taken it seriously. He had thought the agent that approached him had only done so for his looks, but he now realized that he had some sort of potential.

He wasn't the best, and no one would claim so, but he could push and will push. He wanted to see your proud smile when he finally showed you his skills. But Vernon couldn't help but to hope that there would be something more there, maybe if he finally was able to show you how talented he could be, you would look at him with something that went beyond friendship.