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

20: #potato

"Have you seen Potato-nim's latest post?"
"YES! OMG Is she finally okay now? I'm so happy for her!"
"I know right! Stringbean-dude really hurt her bad, I'm glad she finally found someone who deserves her!"
"Are you kidding?! No one could ever deserve Potato-nim! She's too pure for just any person to be equaled with!"
"Johda-"

"Munjeisseo?"
"KKAMJAG- Ah- Ai~ Annyeong, Oppa."
You were reading comments and tweet threads regarding your latest blog post, "#forhim," when Seungcheol suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Seventeen aren't so busy nowadays, with the comeback's goodbye stage almost just days away.
Yes, that means-
"POTATOWA~!"
"Hansol-ah." Seungcheol called Vernon in such a serious voice you were actually scared there's a prank again.
"H-hyung."
"Jinjja wae, wae wae wae wae-"
"Wae mwoya~?"
"Uri ttal- Why do you keep calling my baby 'potato' for Bong's sake?!"

Woah. That's what they're gonna talk about?
Jinjja.

"Your baby?"
"DE! MY BABY. URI AEGI. YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT? NO ONE MESSES WITH MY KIDS, YOU KNOW!"
"Wa- But I was your son first!"
"한솔아. 거짓말을 말하는 그만해. 어?" (Hansol-ah, stop telling such lies, hmm?"
"무- 뭐야?!" (Wh-what?)
You just quietly watched the two of them until Hansol took his phone out, obviously going to call someone.
"Eomma." He's calling his mom? Okay, gotta blast.
However, he saw you about to leave and just pushed you back down your seat. You're screwed.
"Eomma. De. Hansol-ah. De, de. Oh, is Coups-hyung drunk? ... Uh, nevermind, you're drunk, too. Byebye." He shut his phone off, dragged S.Coups' arms and slung it on his shoulders.
You're still frozen on your seat.
"Yah."
"Oh-y-ye?"
"Gaja. We can't record today. He's drunk, she's drunk. This is like a goddamn movie. Let's just go back home."
"Oh-okay."

Together, the two of you left Pledis and went back to Aerin's house for the time being.
And well, as expected, you're harboring two drunk people as of the moment.
Seungcheol was sitting on the couch with Aerin's head on his lap. Vernon was right- this is like a goddamn movie.
"Jagi. ￣▽￣"
"Hmm. - ▽ - "
"Let's make babies. ￣▽￣"
"But we already have like, 13 of them. -▽- "
"Eo. Maja. -ㅅ- "

What the f-
"Ai- no cussing under this roof!" You were surprised when Hansol stuffed some fries in your hanging mouth.
"Wah~ you cooked? Daebak."
"Daebak?! Yah. I really cook, you know! Remember that one time when you ate, like, half the fries I cooked and your hair was all wet and you were just fresh from the bath and-" Both your eyes suddenly went bigger than plates, your faces both flushed.
"Let's not talk about that."
"Yes, let's not."

After seconds of awkwardness, the both of you broke off it and noticed that Seungcheol and Aerin both fell asleep on the couch. You decided to just leave them two alone until they wake up, when you'll be ready to serve your "parents" again.

You were on your room, browsing comments and tweets again, and Vernon was downstairs, playing his games. A fine day.

Your phone suddenly rang. You clicked Answer right away. "Ne, Oppa~? Miss me? Miss me? I miss you!"
"Oppa? What? Oh, hey, I miss you, too."
Your eyes widened when you realized it wasn't your brother calling.
"Aigoo, ne, wae?" You said, disregarding his oppa remark.
"How can you do that though?"
"Do what?"
"Become immediately cold when you realize it's me?"
Oh. Oh. "I don't do that."
"Yes, you do, you just did. Don't you really like me at all, Potato?"

His voice was so serious you're slowly getting frustrated.
"I like all of you."
"No. You do not like me. Okay. Let's call this whole best friendship thing off. You clearly don't like it, and I know I just pushed you to this whole thing so let's just stop this. You're free. I won't bother you anymore. I'm sorry, Y/N-ah. I'm letting go."
I'm letting go.