#seventeen drabble

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“Babe,”

“Yeah?” Dokyeom didn’t wait until he was properly seated to reply your call. It almost made you feel bad for playing a trick on him. 

You calmed down before continuing, “Babe, I don’t know why but there’s a hot guy just now came up to me saying that he’d give me 100 dollars if I kiss him on his lips,” pointing at a random car in the parking lot with seriousness. 

“Baby… Why’d you call him a hot guy?” he pouted.

That’s not the point but at least he’s attentive.

“Also don’t kiss him for 100 dollars,” Dokyeom leaned in for a peck and felt pleased when you smile sweetly.

You deliberately put a 100-dollar note in your hand as you showed the who-knows direction the ‘guy’ went.

“Where did you get this? Who gave you 100 dollars?” He was in. “Did you kiss him?

You gave a swift nod to his question.

“Which guy did you kiss? I’m gonna-” he was ready to lose his shit for real but halted his action when you burst out laughing so hard.

“Lee Dokyeom! Come back here! I didn’t kiss anyone. Oh my god, you’re gonna get scammed for real at this point,”

Dokyeom grunted, entered the car and pulled you onto his lap by force. 

“Ahh! What are you doing,” you laughed again as he tickled you. “Bad girl, this is your punishment,”

Boy, you know you’re done for when he said that.

》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. 

Jeonghan:

His eyes went wide as soon as Jeonghan spotted what you were wearing, with Seungcheol’s eyes just beside him landing on the same thing.

“Isn’t that your jumper from the tour?” Seungcheol enquired, noticing Jeonghan’s name written on the bottom of your hoodie.

“Y/N must’ve picked up the wrong one,” Jeonghan panicked, unable to take his eyes away from you, “they were hung up side by side together in the wardrobe.”

A hum came from Seungcheol, “are you sure you didn’t give it to her? Let people know she’s yours?”

Jeonghan’s head shook straight away in reply to Seungcheol, “do you really think that I’m that protective over Y/N that I would make her wear my hoodie?”

“Absolutely,” Seungcheol sniggered, feeling Jeonghan’s hand poke into his side, “we’ve all seen how protective you can be.”

“I honestly didn’t give it to her,” Jeonghan huffed, “although I think by the end of the day everyone will know that Y/N is with me.”

“I’m still not convinced you didn’t give it to her on purpose,” Seungcheol smiled.

“I’m not as protective as you think, honest.”

Joshua:

He couldn’t help but let his smile grow as Joshua caught sight of you, a smile that definitely didn’t go unnoticed by Minghao just beside him.

“Isn’t that yours?” Minghao asked, beginning to figure out what had caught Joshua’s attention, “is that why you’re smiling?”

“I’m not smiling,” Joshua defended, not even realising how wide his grin was until Minghao imitated him, matching his smile perfectly and leaving Joshua stunned.

Once he was done, Minghao pushed against his arm, “and she’s wearing it at the workplace too.”

Joshua’s head shook as he looked away from your direction, “it’s no big deal, I mean Y/N’s worn my shirts before anyway,” he tried his best to defend.”

“But this is to work,” Minghao reminded him, unable to ignore you quite as well as Joshua was, “others will know it’s yours too.”

“I bet no one will even notice,” Joshua responded, but Minghao’s head shook, a suspicious looking smile beginning to form on his face.

“They won’t notice unless someone just so happens to tell them,” he teased.

“There’s no way that you’d stitch me up like that.”

Woozi:

A hand hitting against the table made Jihoon jump as he took a sip from his coffee cup, shooting a glare across at Vernon beside him.

“I’ve figured it out,” Vernon muttered, looking across in your direction across the cafeteria, “that’s your shirt that Y/N’s wearing.”

“What are you on about?” Jihoon laughed in disbelief back across at Vernon, that was until he looked to wear you were, and what you were wearing too.”

Vernon’s head nodded confidently, “I can’t believe that Y/N’s worn your shirt to work.”

Jihoon’s head shook at how excited Vernon was beside him, “it’s just a shirt, you’ve seen Y/N wearing my shirts before,” he reminded Vernon.

“T-that’s one of your favourite shirts too though,” Vernon quickly picked up on, “and you really let her borrow it from you?”

“Y/N needed a shirt, all of hers at the dorm need to be washed,” he explained, “I wouldn’t have given that shirt to her otherwise.”

“I bet you would have, you can’t say no to Y/N at all,” Vernon joked in reply.

“I can say no, you’ve just not seen me do it yet.”

DK:

A bellow of his name caused Seokmin to tense up as Soonyoung rushed towards him, grabbing his arm and shaking Seokmin’s frame.

“You are such a liar,” Soonyoung told him with a shake of his head, “I’ve just seen Y/N and talked to her about the shirt.”

“What did she say?” Seokmin smiled, trying his best not to give anything away, “if she told you that it was my shirt that she was wearing, she was definitely lying.”

Soonyoung refused to believe him a second time around, “I called it all along that that was yours.”

Seokmin struggled to control his expression as Soonyoung stared, “Y/N must just have a similar shirt to the one that I own, I’d never share my wardrobe.”

“You definitely would share with Y/N,” Soonyoung sniggered, “I can’t believe I trusted you and believed what you said.”

“How come you believe Y/N, but you don’t believe me?” Seokmin challenged as Soonyoung dropped his arm, “why listen to her?”

“Because I know Y/N, and she would never lie to me,” Soonyoung established.

“You don’t know her like I do.”

Seungkwan:

The sound of the door suddenly slamming made Seungkwan jump as he looked across to Mingyu who was sprinting across to get to him.

“I like Y/N’s outfit today,” Mingyu suddenly complimented as soon as he was close enough to Seungkwan, “it suits her.”

“Why?” Seungkwan asked him in confusion, “why did you feel like I needed to know that?” He then added, standing up from the floor where he dropped his bag.

Mingyu’s eyes rolled at Seungkwan’s innocence, “she was wearing a shirt of yours you know.”

Seungkwan’s eyes widened as soon as Mingyu spoke. “I knew that she was looking through my wardrobe last night, even though she said she wasn’t.”

“I have to say, the shirt suited her too,” Mingyu added, unable to stop himself from teasing Seungkwan a little more.”

“I’m going to have to buy a lock and key for my wardrobe,” he sighed, “and she had the confidence to wear it to work too.”

“I imagine she’ll be hiding from you so that you don’t see it,” Mingyu suggested.

“I’ll hunt her down one way or another.”

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