[COMPLETED] the first ; 첫 (SVT Vernon X Reader)

15: Then stay here, I don't know, forever?

Your hair is fully dried now, thanks to Hangyeol, so you put it in a bun. You changed to home clothes, wearing another sweater of yours and some sweatpants. "'Mr. Headphone's girl,' nice sweater, Eonni. I approve."
"Mwo?" You looked at your reflection and saw the print on your top. Oh.
You started talking about the rest of your sweater collections, when something big, someone, rather, blocked the doorway.
"Y/N-ah, Gyeol-yeodongsaeng-ah, food's ready!~" Mingyu, apron and all, was smiling at the two of you, his one hand raising a spatula.
Sof pointed at him. "O-oppa, why is your apron coming off?"
"Huh? Mwoya?" He looked at his apron, only to see it undone. He touched around himself, only to... "YAH!~"
Wonwoo suddenly showed up behind him, running quickly down the stairs and laughing like a maniac. That is some really scary sound.
Mingyu, with his spatula waving in the air, started chasing his hyung. Oh wow. They're playful.
Sof held your hand and dragged you (yes, she likes dragging you. The Choi siblings really enjoy dragging you, you're starting to notice,) out of your room. "Meogjayo, Eonni!~" (Let's eat!)

You reached the dining room and saw Hiphop Unit setting the table. Aerin saw you and immediately walked up to you with a hug.
"Yeodongsaeng-ah~ Never do that again, okay? Did you know I almost had a heart attack when I realized you're still at the rooftop when that heavy rain fell? Aigoo, what if you get sick? Joon-oppa will kill me!"
You gave her a reassuring smile. "He's not a killer, Eonni. He'll be grabbing the next flight if I told him. He's just really protective."
You were surprised when she suddenly took a step back. "M-Mwoya? Is that how much he loves you?! He's not the just scold over the phone type? He'll really fly here?"
"A-ani. He never scolds me. Don't worry, I won't tell him. Yaksuk!" You offered her your pinky fingers, which she immediately grabbed with hers.

You saw Jeonghan pull three chairs, then looked at you, Aerin and Sofia. "Ladies," he motioned for you three to sit down.
"Aigoo, this kid. Such a gentleman. Thanks Hannie," Aerin said, pinching Jeonghan's nose. He just laughed.
Seungcheol set the last bowl on the table and everyone started settling themselves. He sat at the head of the table and grabbed chopsticks.
"Like what Soonyoung always say, ITADAKIMASU!"
Everyone but you repeated what he did, unsure of what to do. You watched them start digging in on their own bowls.
You felt Vernon look up straight at you. You met his eyes. No one was talking.
"Who's Joon?"
"Why do you wanna know?"
"I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight if I won't know."
"And what do I care if you won't sleep tonight?" You don't even like me.
Everyone around the table has started watching the exchange between the two of you.
"I won't be able to dream of you tonight if I won't sleep."
Hangyeol choked on her food, and you saw through your peripheral that Mingyu immediately offered her water.
Why does he talk like this?! Aish, jinjja.
"He's-"
"He's what? Your boyfriend? Is this why you-"
"WILL YOU JUST LISTEN?! He's the Hansol to my Hangyeol. THERE. Will you be able to sleep now?"
"Jinjja? Good. I'll dream of you tonight then."
You busied yourself with the food, so everyone won't be able to see your reddening face.

You were picking up carrots on your food when a pair of chopsticks was suddenly refilling your bowl. You looked up and saw Hansol putting food in it.
"Why are you not eating? Ga, meogeo. Potatoes should not go hungry."
You looked at everyone. All of them but you and Hansol had foods halted on their way to their mouths. They're just looking at the two of you.
Hansol spoke again. "Don't mind them. Eat up."
"N-ne."
And then all hell broke loose.
Seungcheol and Aerin started sobbing and hugging each other, despite being seated on their chairs. Wonwoo and Mingyu choked at the same time, and each one offered the other a glass of water at the same time. Hangyeol served herself lots of what Vernon put on your bowl, while Jeonghan started typing on his phone.
"We raised him well, Yeobo. We did good," a 'teary' Seungcheol told Aerin, tapping her back.
"Ne, ne, we did," a 'teary' Aerin answered back.
"Yah, Han-ah. Where are your manners?! Who are you texting at this hour?!" Seungcheol asked, feelingly wiping his nonexistent tears.
Jeonghan, or a teary Jeonghan, rather, looked at him. "I'm not texting anyone. I'm marking it on my calendar."
Aerin nodded at him, wiping 'tears.' "Ne, do that. This day goes down in history."
Okay. What's so historical with what he did?