Ship/Member: Minghao/Vernon Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: long-distance, magical realism, minghao is magic !? (again), yearning and pinning and dreaming and Permission to remix: Yes word count: 1.2k if this is confusing... no it isn't. yes it is.
***
Vernon is standing in his kitchen with his back leaning against the refrigerator. He’s frowning, nursing a cup of coffee with both of his hands. His phone is on the counter in front of him, and he doesn’t stop staring at it.
The phone lights up and Vernon startles. A wave of coffee escapes from the cup and wash over his fingers. He doesn’t hiss from a burn - the drink has already gone cold. He wipes his hands off on his shirt (Minghao recognizes it as his early birthday gift) and reaches for the phone.
Minghao can see his eyes traveling from left to right and up and down. The frown doesn’t leave his face.
Minghao reaches over-
myungho: your interview went great! just sharing a fact with you! myungho: seriously, you prepared so hard for it and you’re meeting all of the qualifications myungho: at that point it’s not in your hands anymore and you just have to pray that they get some sense knocked into them
vern: >~< vern: ah i don’t know… vern: i got an email this morning saying they’ll call me today but i haven’t heard from them yet
myungho: well you can’t rush good things coming your way myungho: how long did it take you to finally introduse yourself to me?
vern: *introduce vern: lol vern: i refuse to get into this argument again vern: i was a regular amount of nervous vern:but ik u’re trying to cheer me up vern: thank you
myungho: :)
***
Vernon’s smile is dim under the highlights. He’s sitting on stage, guitar resting on his lap. He fiddles with the chords to set the mood.
”I wanted to thank you all again for coming tonight. This showcase event got rushed to completion but I think the end result is pretty great.” He grins and all of his teeth show, impeccably white. He lists names of people that helped him pull this off, as well as the names of everyone else who performed before him. Minghao recognizes a couple of them. They’re background characters in the stories Vernon tells him.
”There is one more person I’d like to thank,” Vernon smiles down at his guitar. “He isn’t physically here today - and actually he’s probably sleeping on the other side of the world right now. But he’s been with me through this entire process, and he’s always much more supportive of everything I do than I deserve.” He clears his throat and looks up at the small crowd gathered in the company dining room. “So, thank you Minghao. This last one is for you.”
myungho: thank you for the song
vern: ? vern: how did u know haha
myungho: wonwoo sent me a video
vern: ah vern: he spoiled my surprise :/ vern: happy birthday!
***
Vernon holds his head between his hands, lowers it until it’s pressed against his desk. He grunts in his palms.
”You okay?” Mingyu asks from across the studio.
”I think I might have caught something. My throat feels weird and now my head is like super heavy.”
”Ew dude go back home. I don’t want to catch what you have.” He pauses. “Want me to drive you?”
Vernon shakes his head. “We still have work to do.”
”You’re clearly not in the right state to work.”
”I’ve pushed through worse.”
Mingyu shakes his head and walks to Vernon’s chair. He presses a hand to his forehead and to the back of his neck. “You’re a little warm. Get home because it gets worse. I’m driving you.” Vernon opens his mouth and Mingyu shuts his jaw tight with the tip of a finger. “It’s non negotiable.”
myungho: how are you feeling? myungho: im sending food to your apartment myungho: it’s a soup my mom always made when i got sick as a child myungho: im telling them to leave the delivery behind the pot if you’re asleep when they get here myungho: reheat it a little but not too much or it’s going to make your fever worse myungho: also make yourself that tea i got you myungho: it’s in a green and red box myungho: don’t boil the water this time myungho: let me know if you need anything else
vern: i just woke up
myungho: are you feeling better?
vern: how did you know i was sick
myungho: mingyu
vern: since when do you guys know each other
myungho: i can’t remember
vern: hm? vern: well anyway vern: i got the soup vern: thks dude it’s really nice
myungho: did you make the tea yet? myungho: drink that after the soup myungho: that way you stay hydrated
vern: mh mh vern: what would i do without you
myungho: die very quickly i suppose
***
Vernon is lying on his side, head pillowed on an arm. His lips are parted and every breath he takes is accompanied with a light snore.
His eyebrows frown, like he’s working through a mental problem. Or having a rough dream.
Minghao tries to put an arm around his waist to pull him closer
and holds onto the empty air on the other side of his bed. He sighs and forces his body to go back to sleep. Nowadays, he likes it better when he’s asleep.
Vernon is laying down on a blanket spread over beautiful green grass. He’s under the shade of an elm and smiles to himself as he scribbles down in his notebook.
Minghao can’t really read what it says - but he sees his name pop up everywhere. He manages to figure out one sentence.
’you never knew how much i yearn for you.’
myungho: vernon myungho: there’s something i should tell you myungho: actually myungho: did you go to the park today
vern: no vern: why? whats up?
myungho: what did you do today?
vern: went to work?
myungho: so… no sitting on grass?
vern: no???? vern: you know im allergic to pollen, i dont exactly go around sniffing nature in spring
myungho: ah myungho: right myungho: nevermind then
vern: come on, whats up?
myungho: nothing important myungho: maybe i’ll tell you one day
***
”I know it’s silly,” Vernon says from across the table. “We’ve spent most of the time we’ve known each other apart but… You’re really important to me. Like…. to a point that can be a little frightening sometimes. Because you’re not here, but you’re also everywhere that matters. If that makes sense.”
”I think I know what you mean.”
”Well, I guess what I really mean is that… I like you. A lot. I don’t want to say love because it’s scary and I don’t want to scare you but… I wanted to tell you the truth.” He pulls out a shaky exhale from between his ribs.
”I love you too,” Minghao whispers in a sleepy voice. He blinks until his eyes are open. His stomach turns when he sees the void in front of him, again. It’s cruel, the things his brain does to him sometimes.
He feels a warm hand coming from behind him, landing on his stomach. “You okay?” Vernon mumbles in Minghao’s neck.
He takes a short breath of surprise. Vernon’s thumb strokes his skin, right above his belly button. “Yeah. I was just… I think I was dreaming.”
Vernon hums, deep vibrations soothing Minghao’s nerves. “That’s nice. You don’t dream often do you?”
Minghao shakes his head. “No. I haven’t dreamed in a long time.”
[FILL] same same same
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: long-distance, magical realism, minghao is magic !? (again), yearning and pinning and dreaming and
Permission to remix: Yes
word count: 1.2k
if this is confusing... no it isn't. yes it is.
***
Vernon is standing in his kitchen with his back leaning against the refrigerator. He’s frowning, nursing a cup of coffee with both of his hands. His phone is on the counter in front of him, and he doesn’t stop staring at it.
The phone lights up and Vernon startles. A wave of coffee escapes from the cup and wash over his fingers. He doesn’t hiss from a burn - the drink has already gone cold. He wipes his hands off on his shirt (Minghao recognizes it as his early birthday gift) and reaches for the phone.
Minghao can see his eyes traveling from left to right and up and down. The frown doesn’t leave his face.
Minghao reaches over-
myungho: your interview went great! just sharing a fact with you!
myungho: seriously, you prepared so hard for it and you’re meeting all of the qualifications
myungho: at that point it’s not in your hands anymore and you just have to pray that they get some sense knocked into them
vern: >~<
vern: ah i don’t know…
vern: i got an email this morning saying they’ll call me today but i haven’t heard from them yet
myungho: well you can’t rush good things coming your way
myungho: how long did it take you to finally introduse yourself to me?
vern: *introduce
vern: lol
vern: i refuse to get into this argument again
vern: i was a regular amount of nervous
vern:but ik u’re trying to cheer me up
vern: thank you
myungho: :)
***
Vernon’s smile is dim under the highlights. He’s sitting on stage, guitar resting on his lap. He fiddles with the chords to set the mood.
”I wanted to thank you all again for coming tonight. This showcase event got rushed to completion but I think the end result is pretty great.” He grins and all of his teeth show, impeccably white. He lists names of people that helped him pull this off, as well as the names of everyone else who performed before him. Minghao recognizes a couple of them. They’re background characters in the stories Vernon tells him.
”There is one more person I’d like to thank,” Vernon smiles down at his guitar. “He isn’t physically here today - and actually he’s probably sleeping on the other side of the world right now. But he’s been with me through this entire process, and he’s always much more supportive of everything I do than I deserve.” He clears his throat and looks up at the small crowd gathered in the company dining room. “So, thank you Minghao. This last one is for you.”
myungho: thank you for the song
vern: ?
vern: how did u know haha
myungho: wonwoo sent me a video
vern: ah
vern: he spoiled my surprise :/
vern: happy birthday!
***
Vernon holds his head between his hands, lowers it until it’s pressed against his desk. He grunts in his palms.
”You okay?” Mingyu asks from across the studio.
”I think I might have caught something. My throat feels weird and now my head is like super heavy.”
”Ew dude go back home. I don’t want to catch what you have.” He pauses. “Want me to drive you?”
Vernon shakes his head. “We still have work to do.”
”You’re clearly not in the right state to work.”
”I’ve pushed through worse.”
Mingyu shakes his head and walks to Vernon’s chair. He presses a hand to his forehead and to the back of his neck. “You’re a little warm. Get home because it gets worse. I’m driving you.” Vernon opens his mouth and Mingyu shuts his jaw tight with the tip of a finger. “It’s non negotiable.”
myungho: how are you feeling?
myungho: im sending food to your apartment
myungho: it’s a soup my mom always made when i got sick as a child
myungho: im telling them to leave the delivery behind the pot if you’re asleep when they get here
myungho: reheat it a little but not too much or it’s going to make your fever worse
myungho: also make yourself that tea i got you
myungho: it’s in a green and red box
myungho: don’t boil the water this time
myungho: let me know if you need anything else
vern: i just woke up
myungho: are you feeling better?
vern: how did you know i was sick
myungho: mingyu
vern: since when do you guys know each other
myungho: i can’t remember
vern: hm?
vern: well anyway
vern: i got the soup
vern: thks dude it’s really nice
myungho: did you make the tea yet?
myungho: drink that after the soup
myungho: that way you stay hydrated
vern: mh mh
vern: what would i do without you
myungho: die very quickly i suppose
***
Vernon is lying on his side, head pillowed on an arm. His lips are parted and every breath he takes is accompanied with a light snore.
His eyebrows frown, like he’s working through a mental problem. Or having a rough dream.
Minghao tries to put an arm around his waist to pull him closer
and holds onto the empty air on the other side of his bed. He sighs and forces his body to go back to sleep. Nowadays, he likes it better when he’s asleep.
Vernon is laying down on a blanket spread over beautiful green grass. He’s under the shade of an elm and smiles to himself as he scribbles down in his notebook.
Minghao can’t really read what it says - but he sees his name pop up everywhere. He manages to figure out one sentence.
’you never knew how much i yearn for you.’
myungho: vernon
myungho: there’s something i should tell you
myungho: actually
myungho: did you go to the park today
vern: no
vern: why? whats up?
myungho: what did you do today?
vern: went to work?
myungho: so… no sitting on grass?
vern: no????
vern: you know im allergic to pollen, i dont exactly go around sniffing nature in spring
myungho: ah
myungho: right
myungho: nevermind then
vern: come on, whats up?
myungho: nothing important
myungho: maybe i’ll tell you one day
***
”I know it’s silly,” Vernon says from across the table. “We’ve spent most of the time we’ve known each other apart but… You’re really important to me. Like…. to a point that can be a little frightening sometimes. Because you’re not here, but you’re also everywhere that matters. If that makes sense.”
”I think I know what you mean.”
”Well, I guess what I really mean is that… I like you. A lot. I don’t want to say love because it’s scary and I don’t want to scare you but… I wanted to tell you the truth.” He pulls out a shaky exhale from between his ribs.
”I love you too,” Minghao whispers in a sleepy voice. He blinks until his eyes are open. His stomach turns when he sees the void in front of him, again. It’s cruel, the things his brain does to him sometimes.
He feels a warm hand coming from behind him, landing on his stomach. “You okay?” Vernon mumbles in Minghao’s neck.
He takes a short breath of surprise. Vernon’s thumb strokes his skin, right above his belly button. “Yeah. I was just… I think I was dreaming.”
Vernon hums, deep vibrations soothing Minghao’s nerves. “That’s nice. You don’t dream often do you?”
Minghao shakes his head. “No. I haven’t dreamed in a long time.”