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

35: 안돼.

You checked your bedside table for the calendar planner of SVT's activities for the week.
It's the fanmeet.
IT'S THE FANMEET-
In the midst of everything, you almost forgot that it'd be your first fanmeeting. Not actually your first, since you didn't register for it. You're coming as one of Seventeen's staff.
It's good enough. You always see them everyday, after all.
Ah, yeah. (GEUNDE MWORAGOYO?~ LMAO) Wait- What if-
NO. THAT ABSOLUTELY COULD NOT HAPPEN. IT SHOULDN'T. CALM DOWN.

Ah, dang it.
You quickly got off your bed and hurried to Aerin's room.
"EONNI!"
"KKAMJAGIYA- Yah, Aegi. Ah~ you surprised me. What's wrong?"
"Mianhaeyo- Today's the fanmeet, right? You'll be there, too, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"What if... what if-"
"What if...?"
"What if that bitch shows up at the meet?"
"Who bitch?"
"Uhm, you know. That... that Twitter thing..."
Aerin seemed like she can't remember anything until..."OH-"
You waited for her clear response.
"You mean Inna."
"That's the one."
"No worries, baby. I'll be on the doorway personally to check every single attendee, you good now?"
"You'd do that?"
"If it meant putting your poor soul at ease, then yes, I would. Aigoo. ^ㅅ^"
ㅠ.ㅠ Your eyes were suddenly pooling with tears. EVERYONE IS JUST SO GOOD TO YOU-
"Yah- Yah~ Wae ureo? Hmm?" Aerin stood to hug you by the doorway. She takes care of you really well, you're so thankful. (Why are you crying?) "This really meant a lot to you, didn't it?"
You just nodded at her shoulder. Yes, it means a lot.

You two prepared for a long day and eventually drove to the event place. The boys will come thirty minutes before the event starts, so the staff, who were told to arrive three hours before, got enough time to set everything up.
Your heart kept pounding like crazy for some reason. Why?
And for some reason, too, you feel like you've forgotten something really important, and you can't even remember what it is.
This day wasn't supposed to be this crappy, aigoo.
You were organizing microphones at the "backstage" -or whatever it is- when you felt a hand at the small of your back. You immediately tensed up, and turned quickly, away from whoever it was.
"Woah- woah, easy. It's just me? Hi, Cheonsa-yah. ^ㅅ^"
"Jeonghan-oppa... hi."
"How are you doing?"
"Good."
He helped you untangle some wires, after all, twenty-six body mics are no joke. Why are you even fixing them? They'll be using wireless ones, for God's sake.
"Doesn't seem like it. Tell me what's bothering my baby."
"Mw-mwoya?" (Wh-what?)
"Y/N-ah, whose baby are you?"
"Jeonghan-oppa's." Your eyes widened after you heard yourself. IT COMES AUTOMATICALLY WOW- Now, you can't blame Dino-oppa for surrendering to that not so easy trick.
Yoon Jeonghan, master of tricks. Wow. (IS THERE ANY ARTISTS HERE?! LOL WITH DUE ALL RESPECT I CAN MUSTER, JEONGHAN WOULD LOOK AWESOME AS LOKI. JUST SAYING.)
"See? Everyone's my baby. So? What's bothering you?"
"I don't know actually. I just feel uneasy."
"Hmm. Okay. I'll tell Cheollie, we'll be on the watch. Try not to worry so much, hmm? Enjoy the remaining time."
Enjoy the remaining time. Damn, he knows. Are they all counting the days with you?

Soon, the event started. Carats started filling the hall up, you can't help but be excited. You've only seen fancams, and now, you're in the real thing. No matter your personal relationships with Seventeen, you'll always be a fangirl. Their fangirl.
You were quietly watching from the sides as Sebong did what they always did- making you happy. They, of course, sang, joked, danced, did switch parts, acrostic poems, answered questions, made everyone's heart flutter. You're so proud of how far they've gone. You're so proud of how humble they remain.
You might have went on thinking of how Seventeen have touched your life and did a dramatic music video right there on your own if not for the hand that touched your shoulder.
You instinctively looked over, checking who it is.
"Y/N-ah?" Oh?
"U-uh- annyeonghaseyo, Yoonseung-oppa. Nim." You greeted him. He just smiled.
"Geogjeonghajima, I can speak English." WAH DAEBAK~ Oh. Yes. You forgot he speaks English, too. EVERYONE IN THAT DAMN BUILDING SPEAKS ENGLISH AND IT JUST BLOWS YOUR MIND AWAY HAVE THEY BEEN LEARNING IT SECRETLY C'MON-
"Dae~bak," you just ended up saying.
"^U^ Do you want to grab some food? The other staffs have eaten and I noticed you were just here the whole time since this thing started. Are you okay?" Again, HOW COME EVERYONE IS JUST SO GOOD TO YOU- wait, but-
"Aerin said it's fine." WOW NICE- "And that she's sorry she's quite forgot about you. For a second, she'd like to emphasize."
"Okay, Oppa-nim. Gajayo."
You walked with him outside the event hall and looked for the nearest restaurant. Since he said it was his treat because you work hard, you ordered... quite a lot.
You were munching on your bulgogi when he suddenly asked Something Definitely Weird.
"So, it's you and Hansol, ne?"
Thank the Beagle King, you did not choke on your food. "M-mworagoyo?" (What did you say?)
"Aigoo, jeongmal gwiyeowo. I've seen how you two look at each other. It's too beautiful, for the first time I told myself, I want something like that, too."
Wah~ You and Hansol. Hansol and you. Beautiful together. That sounds like a dream but it isn't. Wow. You two really happened. YOU TWO REALLY HAPPENED WHAT THE F-
"Wait, you aren't married, Oppa?"
His jajangmyeon stopped on its way to his mouth. He just smiled at you again. "I'm just 25, Y/N-ah. Though it is the start of the marrying age."
Wow. And you thought he's got a family of his own. He seemed pretty happy and contented.
"Oooh~ do you have anyone you like? A girlfriend? Or fianceé?"
"^U^ Sadly, the girl I like is already with someone else since time began. And I really can't compete with the guy."
This made you put down your sticks. "Waeyo~?! Oppa, fighting! You're handsome, kind, talented! That girl would be lucky to have you!"
"Y/N-ah, you weren't listening. ㅋㅋ She's happy now. She's always been happy."
"I guess so. But still, you shouldn't downgrade yourself like that. Don't let anyone be the definition of who you are. Love is a wonderful thing, but never lose yourself in the process of loving another person. You came to love another because you have love within you to give. Don't lose that ever, Oppa. Love yourself, love myself, peace." You said, proving once more how multifandom a potato you are. (WHO'S A SUGA-BIASED HERE SHOW YOURSELVES HOOMANS NO TO CAPITALISM!!!)
"Wow. I've never looked at it like that."
"Seldom people do."

The two of you then head off back to the event place. The fanmeet was still proceeding as usual, so you got back to where you were watching them before.
And that crappy feeling was back as well.
The fanmeet was almost done, and so you just head on to the back to prepare for Seventeen once more.
They must be tired. But happy. You've never seen them shine like that before. They're really different when Carats are involved.
They are literally shining. With sweat, yeah, but, shining.
Not much talk were done when they finished, since everyone was tired as well. You're all leaving the place in a quiet note. Still, the feeling won't go away.

Since the boys got permission to spend the rest of the day at the "other dorm," Seungcheol told you to just ride with them (DANG HE BROUGHT HIS CAR), which you so happily obliged. However, "MY PHONE IS MISSING."
Yes, everyone, meet this side of Kwon Soonyoung.
Oh! "Oppa, it was charging back at the dressing room. Gidarisumnida, I'll go get it." He was still gonna tell you no, but you were way long out of the car and walking.
You jogged back inside the building towards the dressing room.
You looked around and immediately saw his bright red charger, and of course, the phone. You grabbed both and immediately walked back out.
The boys and the sexy car (*insert 'sexy' before 'boys' too, thanks*) were waiting for you.
You saw Soonyoung's face light up-
And changed into an expression you din't quite understand-
The shotgun door opened, producing a hurried Vernon. The other door opened as well, with a panicked Soonyoung coming out of it.
Why are they running towards you?
You watched things unfold in slow motion, Vernon was shouting words at you.
"Get.... out... of... the... way!!!"
"NAEBYEOL-AH!!!"
"Y/N- ANDWAE-!"
They were pointing above your head, and for a split second, you regretted not instantly following what Hansol was yelling at you.
For a split second it was pain, and then what followed was darkness.

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Andwae. Andwae.
I ran to her as fast as I can, but it seemed like time was binding me, making me go slower.
"Get out of the way!!!"
I could not reach her enough.
God. Please.
No- No-
"NAEBYEOL-AH!!!"
"Y/N- ANDWAE!!!"
She briefly looked above, and saw what was happening.
I watched and ran helplessly as the flower pot hit Y/N-ah's head from above.
NO-
No.
Potato fell on the pavement like a doll. I could not save her.

Seconds later, Hoshi-hyung and I reached Potato's fallen body, her head almost floating on a pool of blood.
"Y/N-ah, come on, wake up, Byeol-ah- Hansol, what the shit are you doing?!"
I ignored his question and continued unbuttoning my top. Damn it, I just yanked it off, those buttons can go to hell.
I immediately balled it up, cushioning Potato's head, and tied the sleeves a bit tight to stop the bleeding.
"Oh-"
I quickly carried her light body- "Hyung the car door, please-" and he immediately ran to the car, opening the door wide enough so I could squeeze both of us in. He quickly rode beside Cheol-hyung and without words, he stepped on the accelerator.
Hyung, keeping his eyes on the road, spoke to us with a deadly calm voice.
"Hansol, put more pressure. You need to help stop that bleeding. Soonyoung, take my phone out and call number 7 on my speed dial. Ppalli."
We immediately did as he asked, and I watched as Hoshi-hyung put the phone in front of us, waiting for the Cheol-hyungs 'number 7' to receive the call.
They picked up on first ring.
"Yo, Coups. 'Sup?"
That voice is weirdly familiar. Who is that?
"Yoongi-hyung. I need your help."
Yoongi-hyung. Bangtan Sonyeondanui Suga?!
It seemed like Hoshi-hyung's thinking the same thing, since he asked up, "Is this BTS' Suga? Really, Hyung?!"
I saw Cheol-hyung's eyebrow shot up on the rearview mirror. "Shut up, Soonyoung. Now's not the time. Yoongi-hyung, you still there?"
"Yeah, I am. What help do you need?"
"One of mine was attacked."
"Ohm- Jinjja? Shit, which one?"
"Not the boys. One of my girls."
"You mean- not your girl, please, no?"
"No. Vernon's."
"Oh, dude. Yeah. Got you. I'm on it. Hansol-ah!"
SHIT- IS HE TALKING TO ME- "N-ne, H-hyung?"
"We'll get 'em. I promise on all the stars of Daegu."
"K-kamsahamnida. Jeongmal kamsahamnida."
"Got you, boy. Calm down there, and be with her all the time, you hear me?"
"N-ne."
"Joha. Seungcheol-ah. I'm going. I got some work to do. Ciao." And the phone call was hung up.
"THAT WAS REALLY MIN YOONGI- JJANG JJANG MAN BBONG-"
"Shut up, Soonyoung. Now is not the time."
I worriedly watched as my polo get redder with her blood, praying intensely that she not lose more of it.
Potato, please hold on. Please.

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I'M SORRY BUT HERE IT IS AFTER SUCH A LONG BREAK FUCK IT'S MY VACATION NOW PRAISE JESUS