#hansol x you
》Pairing:Vernon x reader
》Summary: With a new band playing in town, Seungkwan seems to know the guitarist who seems to be hotter than you thought.
》Genre: Guitarist!Vernon, band!au, college/uni!au, nonidol!au,
》Word count:1.25k
》Notes/Warnings: some swearing, club setting, Teen Age album inspired
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEX, I absolutely adore you and I so very thankful to have met you in cwc! I hope you have an amazing birthday and please enjoy guitarist Vernon. I love youuuu @woozisnoots
Admittedly, if you thought about it, you really should have set off earlier as neither you or Seugnkwan could keep to a time schedule. All throughout college, one or both of you was late to something; whether that be a party or a lecture it was going to be one of you who was late. You weren’t too far from the venue, only being around 5 minutes away but you knew that to get a good view at such a small venue, you needed to be early.
‘Kidult’ was playing tonight, personally, you have never heard of them before but it seemed as if everyone in your university knew them as it was all the talk this week. They hyped them up, everything and anything about Kidult, almost as if in every class you had the band popped up in conversation. Seugnkwan knew them, apparently friends with one of the guitarists; you can’t even remember his name, but you do know that they met in music class. You have to admit, your curiosity has definitely peaked.
As soon as you step through the doors, it is packed with people with the majority being from your university as you walk past some familiar faces from your class, smiling briefly at them. Seungkwan smiles, catching your wrist before pulling you, weaving through people as you mutter apologies to them, but he doesn’t seem to care as he tugs you with force.
The lights are dim as some other band plays on the stage, the spotlight beaming straight onto the band mates but it’s not like you can see them through the crowd. Getting closer, you can just see the platform, with a typical setup of a drum kit, microphones, and a keyboard. Music reverberates throughout the small bar, pumping people full of life as they jump, dance, and drink. It was a night to let your hair down, a night that you haven’t had in a long time.
The song ended, screams filled the bar as they bowed and walked off stage; thanking the audience. Applause’s and screams never stop as a loud strum of a guitar fills the air. Seungkwan grips your arm tightly, jumping up and down with a bright smile on his face as he almost screams at you, “it’s Kidult”
You can’t help but laugh at his excitement, you can feel adrenaline fueling through you. The first man that steps up is small, and you recognise as the music student, Jihoon, you think his name is. He is followed by the rest of the members, all taller than him; one of them being at least 6 foot with black hair who goes to the keyboard with almost a clumsy looking smile painted on his face, though you’re surprised that he hasn’t been signed up as a model.
A boy with brown hair and round glasses steps up, almost as tall as the black haired boy he follows, a small smile on his lips. He doesn’t seem the type to be in a band, but never judge a book by its cover. Another black haired man, smaller but not as small as Jihoon. He looks a bit buffer than the others and you can tell with the energy he oozes that he is the leader even as he gives the audience a gummy smile.
But it’s the last man who steps out that knocks the air out of you; his hair silver, his attire black with a guitar that has electrical blue designs swirled up the sides strapped across his chest. He walks, with confidence, to your side of the stage. Seungkwan nudges you, “that’s my friend Vernon,” he leans in to say into your ear.
You’re at a loss for words, eyes never leaving the man in front of you before you shift your gaze to Seungkwan, “t-that’s your friend?!” you say loudly in disbelief. Oh my god, why did Seungkwan never introduce you to him before because this man is /fine/.
Shaking your head, you look back to the stage as the ‘leader’ you assumed goes to introduce the band. You watch as Vernons eyes scan the crowd before they at Seungkwan, smiling at him before his eyes shift to you, the same smile on his lips as if the both of you were also friends. Mustering a smile back, Seungkwan nudges you once again, but as you turn to him, all he does is wink with a cheeky smile.
“Hi we are Kidult, thank you all for coming tonight and we hope you have an amazing time!”
Screams set off in the crowd, with one of them coming from your dear friend beside you, causing a small giggle to fall from your lips. The scream that comes from him catches Vernon’s attention as he turns to him, his eyes wandering to you once again, his smile growing even bigger.
The lights flash blue and pink as the Jihoon starts to sing, the music starts and the band comes to life as the chemistry they share swims between them. Winking at you, Vernon strums the guitar, the lights highlight his features to make him look even more handsome.
Oh, you are so fucked.
Throughout the songs, Seungkwan never lets go of you as he sings and screams next to you. At one point, the both of you are jumping in sync as the energy of the crowd grows, the longer the set goes on. You’re staring at Vernon as he plays the guitar, the gummy smile never leaving his lips as he jumps around and feels the music.
Their set stops far too early for your liking as the blurring lights top and the band says their goodbye and thank you. Seungkwan turns to you, hooking his arm with your, “c’mon” before you both walk towards the bar, taking a seat that is closest to the backstage door.
“Can we have a Malibu sunset and a purple haze please, thank you” he shouts over the cheers of people to the barista as the crowd screams once again; another band stepping onto the stage. Quietly, you thank him as he orders the drinks for both of you.
“Wasn’t they good! Did you like them?” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully.
“It was really good, I enjoyed their music. They’re so talented!” you smile before taking a sip of your drink, the coolness helping you cool down in the overheating club.
“I’m glad you think we are talented” a voice says from behind you causing you to choke on your drink. “Ah, y/n,” Seungkwan scolds, patting you on the back.
“K-kwan, I d-din’t plan..to choke” you cough out, but he isn’t listening as he turns to the person who is now standing next to you, “Vernon! You did great, I’m so proud of you”
Eyes wide, you sit up faster than you intended as you look up at him, embarrassed. Extending his hand, he smile as you, “Nice to meet you, I’m Vernon”
Shaking his hand timidly, you can’t help but smile back, “Hi, I’m y/n. Nice to meet you too”
Seungkwan stares at the two of you, a small smirk playing on his lips at the flustered exchange. With a plan in his head, he gestures to the chair for Vernon to sit, he could make this work.
