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

32: YOU'RE NEXT

You woke up because you suddenly had difficulty breathing. You opened your eyes and saw an arm draped across your face, leaving enough room for your eyes so that you can see your surroundings clearly.
Hansol is sound asleep by the side of your bed, sitting on a chair, exactly like how you saw him before you fell asleep.
WHY DID HE NOT MOVE TO A ROOM AND SLEPT ON A BED?! Aish, jinjja. This banana.

Your room's door slowly opened, with a groggy Seungcheol's head sticking from outside. "Yeodongsaeng-ah, mornin'. Have you seen adeul- Oh, he's there. Okay."
He closed the door, leaving you as you were.
You carefully removed Hansol's arm away from your face, and slowly got up from the bed so he won't wake up. Aish. His body will hurt when he wakes up. Jinjja.
You nudged him gently and seconds later, he responded, eyes closed. "Hmm?"
"Move to the bed, come on. Your body will hurt if you went on like that."
"Hmm."
You helped a sleepy Hansol get up your bed, where he immediately fell deep into his slumber again. It's just 5:30 in the morning.

You quickly combed your hair and put it in a bun, going downstairs to get some food. After cooking for half an hour or so, you went back up your room to check on your banana. He's still sleeping. You decided to read a book while waiting for him to wake up.
Seven chapters later, you saw him stir from his sleep. He touched around the bed, then shot up quickly. "Oh-ohm-"
"Good morning, Banana. ^ㅅ^"
He just looked at you, blinking repeatedly. "Gamja?"
"Yeah. How's your back?" You asked him, thinking of the hours he spent crouched on the edge of your bed.
"It's... okay, I guess. Good morning."
You smiled at him. It's gonna be a good day. You can feel it.

You dragged him off your bed and brought him to the dining area, where you prepared breakfast.
"Toast. Eggs. Milk."
"No, Banana. Those are vegetables. ~ㅅ~"
"You did these?"
"No, Banana. My stuffed bunny did. ~ㅅ~"
"Aish, jinjja. Gomawo, yeojachingu. ^ㅅ^"
He took a seat and started munching. You followed, filling yourself up, too. Five minutes later, Seungcheol came strolling to the kitchen, and started opening cupboards to look for ramyeons. A moment later, Aerin followed and started brewing coffee. Later, they moved to dining table, joining you and Hansol. They started talking but you don't really understand them since they're speaking in Hangul.

You noticed how quiet Hansol has become. Is something wrong?
You nudged his foot under the table, making him look at you.
"Munje?" (Problem?)
"Aniyo." (Nothing~) [AUTHOR HERE: Though 'aniyo' (아니요) translates to 'no,' we can use context to say that he also meant 'nothing'. :) ]
"Wae ireoneunde?" (Why are you being like this?)
"I'm..."
"What?"

You waited for his answer, just looking at him. You were startled when his expression changed.
"Y-yah! Why do you suddenly look like that?" You asked him, still startled. Seungcheol and Aerin immediately looked at you.
"It's the best toast I've ever tasted. ㅠ ㅅ ㅠ"
What?
"Jinjja?" Seungcheol reached out to get one but Hansol moved the plate away. Aish, jinjja.
"Yah. Mwohae?" (What are you doing?)
"Potato cooked these for me, Hyung. Me."
"Mworago?" (What did you say?)

You took the liberty to get a slice and gave it to Seungcheol. "Here, Oppa."
"Ah~ johda. Gomawo, Yeodongsaeng-ah." He took a bite and... "Mwoya?!" (Ah, nice. Thanks, Yeodongsaeng-ah.... What?!)
What? Why are they all saying that?! "Oh- ohmo, mianhaeyo. I-" (Ohmo- sorry-)
"IT'S THE BEST TOAST I EVER TASTED! ㅠㅅㅠ It's even better than Joshua's toast. Jeongmal masisseoyo. ㅠㅅㅠ How did you do this, Yeodongsaeng?" (This is really delicious.)
"Ne, Potato. What's the secret ingredient? We need this toast in our dorm."
"If that's an invitation to live in your dorm, then I'm sorry Hansol, but my yeodongsaeng stays here."
"Aish, jinjja, Potato. Didn't you cook these for me?"
"What are you saying? I cooked them for everyone, jinjja."

You all got on with your breakfast and minutes later, everyone started preparing for work. It's a new day.
You're currently washing the dishes again, with Hansol.
"Something's about to go horribly wrong."
You felt him look at you but your eyes stayed on the sink, where you were soaping a bowl.
"Why would you say that? It's too early for negativity, Potato."
You set aside the growing lump in your throat. Everything's fine.