#vernon

난 다시는 작은 길을 걷지 않을 거야. I’m never walking down tiny roads again.

Description: You’ve met him and a couple of his friends quite a few times before. But this once was different. And because of a rude biker, and some perfect timing, his true identity is revealed and new friendships are made.
Warnings: Reader gets scraped up a bit.
Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol!Vernon x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.7k

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“Here, this is my number.” Chuhan said while writing on a napkin. The summer heat was beating down on our heads and our drinks had condensation running down the glass. We both had our phones, yes, but in the moment we ignored the fact for the simple gesture of handing his number to me before he left with Minseok and Myungho. “I’m going to be busy for the next few months so I don’t know if I’ll be able to get over here much.”

I smile and remember the first few times I saw him.

It was a few months ago. I had been frequenting a nice courtyard near a musical theatre that had a coffee cart and tables to seat at and spend sometime in the sun, doodling, journaling, or doing whatever I desired that day. I was doodling the theatre building because it was a cool looking building and I wanted to try my hand at drawing prospectives (it wasn’t good, but it was worth the practice). A random guy sitting at the same long table with some of his friends had leaned over and started up a conversation with me. The random guys ended up being Minseok, Chuhan, and Myungho. We started chatting and then the next time I went, they showed up too. And the next time. And the next time. It kind of became a thing that we did. Sometimes Minseok and/or Myungho didn’t show up. But Chuhan always did. It never really occurred to us to exchange phone numbers until today.

A pout forms on my lips as I begin to worry about Chuhan and his friends/coworkers.

“I hope they’re not too busy.” I murmur to myself adjusting my mask as we still all have to wear them. As I do this, it kind of occurs to me that I’ve never seen Minseok, Chuhan, or Myungho’s faces without masks on.

I shrug off the thought and refocus on the small back alley I’m walking through. It’s barely big enough for a car to fit down yet somehow the drivers here manage to squeeze through like it’s no big deal.

Bobbing my head along to the music playing through my earphones, I don’t hear the biker coming up behind me on the narrow road. Before I can register what’s happening, the biker speeds up next to me, kicks out a leg and knocks me over, and then is speeding away as my forearm stings against the prickly ground.

“Hey!” A male voice shouts at the biker (who’s too far away to care) from behind me as my knee echos the sting of my forearm.

I sit back on my butt and rip out my earbuds before gingerly looking at my injuries. My purse flew off my shoulder and landed a good foot away. My knee is a bit scratched up and my forearm is as well, though small blood droplets are starting to appear.

“Are you okay?” A male with blonde hair and soft asks, kneeling down next to me, and another appears standing on my other side. “Oh, you’re bleeding.”

“I’m okay, yeah.” I say in a shaky voice, the shock of it all throwing me off guard. “I live just down the street, I’m okay.”

“You should clean that off right away.” The male standing says with concern, “Our company is literally right here, at least come and wash it off so it doesn’t get infected.”

Against my better judgement- the one that says going anywhere with strange males is bad- I nod. It’s just something about their eyes and their posture. Plus, the one who screamed angrily at the biker is still staring in anger at the path the biker disappeared down minutes ago.

“Here, let me help you.” The once kneeling male offers me a hand, “My name’s Jisoo.”

“(y/n).” I tell him and take his offered hand. I try to put pressure on my scraped knee but the sting intensifies and I stumble to regain balance on the uninjured leg.

“Careful.” Jisoo warns, gripping my arm tighter.

“Just back here.” The other male points to my left. Standing around us and the entrance of a building are 11 other males, all masked, of course.

“Someone come and grab her stuff.” Jisoo calls out to the group who is looking at me with concern.

The other guys start to shuffle around, one even holds the door open a few steps before Jisoo and I reach the door. I notice, though, that three guys stand a little ways away, all staring at me dumbfounded, and very quiet. I take a couple seconds to look them over and they’re wearing outfits EXTREMELY similar to what Minseok, Myungho, and Chuhan were wearing.

“Watch your step.” The one holding the door open says as a warning and I have to revert my attention to where I’m placing my feet.

Jisoo turns his head and says something to someone behind me while I tune him out and take in the interior of the building. The white walls reflect the fluorescent lights and brighten the room. Turns this way and that and up a small flight of stairs and Jisoo leads me into a large open conference room, which looks oddly familiar.

“Sit here.” Jisoo instructs me and pulls out a chair. He then pulls out a chair for himself.

I lower myself into the chair and try to bend my knee. Bad idea. The sting makes me suck in a breath and squeeze my eyes shut. It’s the kind of sting that’s sharp and sometimes causes shivers to run down my spine. The worst kind of sting, in my opinion.

“Here’s the stuff, hyung.” Another guy comes trotting into the room with a red cross labeled white box. Another brings a bowl of water and a couple of hand towels. The others gather in the room with mumbled conversations.

I pull the mask off my face and lay it down on the table as someone else sets my phone and purse next to my mask.

“Thanks.” I smile at him and he nods back.

After taking his mask off, Jisoo wordlessly dampens one of the towels then pats the space between his legs.

“You don’t have -.” I try to refute his offer but his face silences my voice. For a second I forget how to breathe but my scrapes quickly remind me that I need to otherwise they’re going to rain hellfire on my nerves. “You’re not just a random Jisoo.” I exhale in shock.

Joshua leans back, slightly afraid that I’ll start screaming. I look around at the others and slowly piece together the number: 13, and the room we’re in: it’s the same as where Seventeen filmed their fifth year anniversary idea session. I’m just looking at it from a VERY different angle.

Everyone in the room seems to be holding their breath, uncertain about how I’m going to react. I think I surprised them because I definitely know I surprised myself with my response.

“Okay.” I say surprisingly calmly in response to Joshua’s instruction for me to put my leg up. “But only cause I have one arm out of commission.”

And like someone took the kettle off of the heat, the members all exhale.

“You sure you’re okay?” Seungcheol asks, taking his mask off and the others follow.

I nod, my nervousness being replaced with confidence the longer I’m under the realization that I am being helped by the Seventeen.

I nod but the action is cut short as Joshua cleans off my scraped knee causing me to inhale quickly and scrunch my face in pain.

“Sorry.” Joshua mutters but continues to wipe away the dirt from my skin.

“It’s fine.” I squeeze out through clenched teeth.
“Almost done.” Joshua tells him and continues to clean the scrape.

“So, where were you coming from?” Seungkwan wonders with curious eyes in attempt to provide some distraction from the pain.

“Uhm, I was just hanging out with some friends.” I answer him, forcing myself to look way from my knee.

“Was it far from here?” Hoshi followed up.

I shake my head, “It was just in the courtyard by the theatre that’s like 6 blocks away or something.”

“Hey, isn’t that where you guys said you were going?” Dino points a finger towards Vernon, DK, and The8.

I glance at the three and they’re the ones dressed the same as Minseok, Chuhan, and Myungho. The room is silent as the three share a nervous look. Then Joshua breaks the silence by ripping open a bandaid.

“We did…” DK trails off, staring directly at Vernon and Myungho. I feel Joshua stick the bandaid over my knee before patting my foot, silently saying that I can lower my leg.

“Maybe you guys saw each other!” Jun comments happily.

“I… I think I did…” I stare at the three avoiding any eye contact with me. The pieces slowly starting to fit together. Joshua reaches out for my arm which I easily volunteer over. “Oh, I definitely di- oh, mother-!” I yelp mid-sentence as Joshua wipes away the dirt and blood.

“Sorry, sorry.” Joshua mumbles apologetically.

“It’s fine.” I breathe out and redirect back to the three who’s familiar eyes aren’t just from the computer screen. “Chuhan, Minseok, and Myungho?” I question them on the names they used with me.

DK and Vernon just smile while The8 adds a tiny and shy wave.

“And you were going to be too busy to come meet with me because of the comeback…” I continue to guess.

They nod and some members stare at the three in awe while the others snicker under their breath. Joshua just continues to wipe away at my arm which is still stinging.

“And you made up names because….?” I lean forward, trailing off to wait for an answer.

“We didn’t know how you’d react to us?” Vernon offers but states it more as a question.

“This is going to sting.” Joshua informs me just mere milliseconds before spraying something that most definitely stings.

“Ugh.” I groan, “I’m never walking down tiny roads again.”

“You’re going to have to if you’re going to come visit us.” Seungkwan pouts.

“Who said I was visiting?” I question, realizing a couple seconds later how that actually sounds coming out of my mouth.

“No one but I know Vernon gave you his number so I was kind of guessing.” Seungkwan replies as Joshua rips open a few bandaids to cover up my injured arm.

“You mean Chuhan.” I correct him with a smirk.

“CHUHAN?” Hoshi repeats the name, “You told her your name was CHUHAN?” He throws his head back and laughs out loud. Dino, Jun, Jeonghan, and Seungcheol join him while others just smile in amusement.

“Okay but like did (y/n) never question how ridiculous the name was?” Mingyu interrogates me, amused at my naiveness.

I shrug, pulling my arm closer after Joshua lets it go. “I know people sometimes have crazy names and I’ve heard weirder names so it seemed like a plausible name.”

“Okay but did it never hit you because DK hyung used his name backwards and The8 hyung used his korean name!” Vernon wonders with a tiny ounce of whine laced in.

“I couldn’t see your face. And the masks obscure a lot of people’s visuals.” I explain and wave my hand in front of my face to emphasis. “Including celebrities. Isn’t that the reason celebs constantly wore them before we were all required to?”

“She has a point.” The8 points at me in agreement.

“So were you boys ever going to spill your secret?” I ask, leaning my cheek against my fist.

They all stutter with a loss of words.

“We’re taking that as a no.” Hoshi crosses his arms and moves to stand behind me.

“Yes we are.” Seungkwan agrees and joins Hoshi.

I start to panic slightly at the thought that I might have started a rift between the members but Vernon’s laugh breaks that tension.

“No, it’s not like that.” He explains, “We were going to tell her just like not for a little while.”

“It was nice to talk with someone who didn’t know who we were.” Dokyeom continues while I just look at them in amusement.

“I just tagged along cause it got me out of the dorm.” The8 gives his very simple reason. Jun chuckles and gives him a high-five.

“So, you knew I was a fan from the multitude of times we discussed music and yet you still didn’t bother to let me know?” I question.

“Yeah… kind of.” Vernon confirms, smiling sheepishly.

“Fair.” I nod and lean back in my chair.

“So you’re not upset?” DK asks, curious at my response.

I shake my head, “Why would I be? You were trying to protect yourselves cause I could’ve been a crazed fan. Makes sense. I probably would’ve done the same thing.”

Before they can reply, my phone starts to buzz with a call. I smile apologetically to the members before answer the call.

“Where are you?” My friend asks over the phone, “You were supposed to be here like 25 minutes ago.”

“Shit.” I guess being knocked over completely made me forget my plans. “I’ll be right there.”

“I forgot I was supposed to meet my friend.” I tell them apologetically.

“Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.” Seungcheol nods, “Next time, let us buy you a meal.”
“You don’t have to.” I shake my head quickly.

Seungcheol holds up a hand, “No, no, I want to. This all happened in front of our building so I feel bad.”

“It wasn’t your fault though…” I try to reason with him.

“It was that stupid biker.” Vernon mumbles angrily.

“Still, you’ll let us know if you have free time?” Joshua presses.

I nod in defeat. “I will.” I say and stand up then stand slightly awkwardly as no one moves.

“Why don’t you walk her out, Vernon?” Wonwoo suggests and I nearly forgot he was there as he was so quiet standing in the back with Woozi.

“Yeah, walk her out.” Hoshi agrees and nudges me towards the door while The8 does the same to Vernon.

Vernon holds the door open for me and I walk out holding my bandaged arm close to my chest.

“Sorry for lying.” Vernon apologies once we’re down the stairs.

“You don’t need to apologize.” I say, “It makes a lot of sense why you didn’t tell me so don’t feel bad. Again, I would’ve done the same thing.”

Vernon smiles softly, “Nice to know it wasn’t a completely crazy idea.”

“You were the one to suggest it?” I question in amusement.

“No, The8 hyung did.” He explains, “I just agreed to it before DK hyung could suggest a crazier idea.”

“Good thinking.” I compliment his train of thought.

“You sure you’re going to be okay?” He asks, voice full of concern.

I nod with certainty, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. It’ll be an annoyance for like two days and then it’ll start to heal and I’ll forget about it.”

“Good, good.” Vernon inhales then exhales, “I can’t believe a person can be that rude. Especially in broad daylight.” He releases his bottled up annoyance.

“Yeah, but without them, you would still be Chuhan to me.” I reason with him, seeing the bright side of the situation.

“True, but still.” Vernon scrunches up his nose. “You still have my number right?” He asks as we reach the front door.

I search my purse for the napkin, “Yeah, it’s right here.” I pull out the scrunched up napkin.

Vernon nods in satisfaction, “Text or call me sometime. I’m sure we could hang out more privately before Coups hyung forces you to him buy you a meal.”

I smile and let out an airy laugh, “I’d like that.”

“I’ll be waiting for your message then.” Vernon says happily.

“Thanks for helping me out.” I say and step outside.

“Not a problem.” He replies and both of us hesitate to end the encounter.

“I, uh, I should probably get going. Don’t want to keep my friend waiting.” I smile lightly, deciding to break the barrier first.

“Yeah, yeah. Get there safely.” Vernon reminds me as I step away and he waves back as I wave at him.

I turn around to face the direction I’m walking and quickly pull out my phone.

“Bruh, you will NOT believe what just happened!” I text friend.

“WHAT?” She replies in one second flat.

I giggle with giddiness and my fingers type as fast as they can, unable to contain my excitement. “So I was knocked over by a rude biker…”

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hansol: this ain’t about you boo

forever?forever.

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