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“Teach me?” - San
find more content here: ateez masterlist ↬ summary: san wants to make a mini shiber and you want to make a mini san. out of felt, that is. ↬ tags: idol! san, gn! reader, mentions of idol! ateez and shiber ↬ word count: 548 words
“That’s so cute!” San commented from your right. You were busy needle felting a small doll. Eight small dolls, to be exact; a unique doll keychain for the ATEEZ members to celebrate their first anniversary.
“You scared me, San. Don’t you have something to do now?” You quickly shoved the other seven dolls into a box and under the small coffee table and thankfully he hadn’t noticed. You were making his doll now and tried to hide it behind some felt. “Why are you pushing me away, I wanted to see you in action.” San sat down beside you and gingerly touched the felt scattered across the table.
“Sorry. If you had decided to jump at me from behind, this needle would go right through my finger.” You hadn’t mean to hurt him, but you also didn’t want to show any of the ATEEZ members your progress. It was a surprise after all. “Teach me?” San’s gaze bore into your eyes and you had to look away, “What?”
“I want to make a tiny Shiber so I can hang it around on my bag!” San produced Shiber and proudly placed him on his lap. “Okay. I have enough hazel brown felt here for you. It’s going to be this big.” You made a circle with your index and thumb and San nodded his head, “That’s big enough! What do I do now?” You went through the steps one by one with him, making sure he hadn’t injured himself. San happily giggled when the felt started taking shape. “There, you got it!”
You decided to go back to felting the last doll behind San’s back. “What are you doing sitting behind me like that?” “Don’t turn around. I’m making...something.” You moved to sit on the sofa while San was in front of you studiously poking at the felt figure. “Can I see?” “Nope.” You gave a little laugh when San tried to turn around but you blocked him. “Help me with the keychain part?” You scooted forward and helped him, “Here, you place a little bit of felt and hold the ring here and stab it.” San’s nimble fingers held them in place and you offered to poke the felt. “Yay! A mini Shiber!” San excitedly danced after hooking it onto his bag.
“Can I watch you finish whatever you were doing behind my back?” San pleaded with a smile on his face. “No~! It’s a secret.” You dragged out your no and used your body as a shield while making the doll. “Then I’m going to wait here. Until you finish so I can see what you made.” “Fine by me.” You stretched out and grabbed the blanket on the sofa, throwing it on San. You laughed at his adorable expression when he emerged from the blanket. “I’m going to camp right here.” He fidgeted after getting onto the sofa and fixed his gaze on you, but you made sure he still couldn’t see the keychain you were making.
(It’s a good one hour later when you actually finish and you held the San keychain up next to his face. “Does really look like him. Happy ATEEZ day! You’ve worked so hard for this, San.” You placed the keychain next to his sleeping form and ruffled his hair.)
Christmas! (ft. san’s other airpod earpiece)
@its-shiber ,, for you! (sorry i procrastinated for so long ;-0)
find more content here: ateez masterlist ↬ summary: christmas for you wouldn’t be christmas without san by your side ↬ tags: idol! san, gn! reader ↬ word count: 649 words
“Merry Christmas!” San’s cheerful voice greeted you as soon as you picked up the Skype call. “Merry Christmas to you too, San!” You laughed when you saw San blowing you a kiss through your screen. “I’m sorry that I can’t be with you now.” San suddenly broke the tension and you felt down at the fact Christmas wasn’t spent with your significant other. “I know. But I hope you have fun during your fan-meet!” You forced a smile as you watch the sky purple down into blackness. “Also, wish the rest of them a Merry Christmas for me!” You waved at the screen of your phone as San passed his phone around so you could personally wish them a Merry Christmas and good luck for the fan-meet.
“You are on your way there, right? Stay safe, okay?” You were pretty reluctant to say goodbye when you heard their manager asking them to get out of their car. “Before you go, I just want to say I love you very, very much!” San smiled. “I know that. Quick, your manager is calling for you to go!” You tried to sound light-hearted but you couldn’t deny the fact that you slightly resented the management for doing this.
“Wait, wait, wait. Before you really go this time, just place your phone to your ears. The connection is really bad.” You did as instructed and tons of questions popped up in your head. “Uh huh.” You unlocked your door and saw a sheet of paper right at your doorstep. “Choi San, what are you up to?” You picked it up and skimmed through the commands and headed out to the park across your residence. “You are...following the instructions, right?” “Mhm. I can’t wrap my mind around this yet.” You walked to the bench and sat down. “Is this some kind of a prank? Choi San you better not—”
“—Merry Christmas! For real this time!” You heard San’s voice from behind you. “I thought you were at a fan-meet? I…?” San pulled you into his embrace, “There’s no fan-meet today. It was my plan to surprise you!” “And I was going to spend the rest of the night crying because you were having a fan-meet!” You looked up at him and pouted.
“I just wanted to surprise you. You’re too irresistible to not celebrate Christmas with you.” San pressed a kiss on your forehead causing you to flush a crimson red. The first bit of snow started drizzling down from the sky and San raised his head to the sky. You quickly snapped a picture of this and he turned his attention back to you. The snow kept falling down and the white pristine flakes dotted his raven black hair and you couldn’t help but gaze lovingly at him.
“It’s getting cold~! Let’s go home and cuddles. I expect a lot of them!” San playfully dragged you back into your house while tucking you under his arm the entire time. You giggled as you attempted to shelter him from the snow. When you two finally made your way inside the house, you two were laughing. “I almost slipped!” San toed off his shoes and made himself comfortable on the sofa. San grasped your hands and led you to lie beside him.
“This has to be the best Christmas present I’ve ever received.” You cuddled your face into his neck. You suddenly remember your gift for San and you fished it out of your pocket. “For you.” San raised his eyebrows as he took the airpod from you. “I saw that video and you mentioned that you were missing one side.” San smiled at you and pocketed it. “I like the mini sticker of me on the airpod case. Let’s just cuddle for the rest of the night.” You felt his hands wrap around your waist and you couldn’t trade this for any other Christmas.
ateez reaction to you calling them by their pet name 3/4
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『 s a n 』
(a/n: san-shine boy ready to make your day better!)
“sunshine!” san would notice that voice anywhere. he glanced up from his phone, eyes locking onto you as you ran towards him. the dorm was rather empty, save for mingi who was resting while the others went out. his heart went into overdrive when you dropped the tote bag on your shoulders and climbed onto the bed, your crescent shaped eyes showing genuine happiness.
you enveloped him in a warm hug, pressing a kiss at his temple. “hi beautiful.” a bit of wiggling before you gazed up at him through your lashes, and a little softer this time, “hi sunshine.”
san literally melted on the spot before smothering you in a hug, “i love you so much.”
『 m i n g i 』
(a/n: throwback to weekly idol whereby he did that giraffe impression, never saw him quite the same)
“mingi...giraffe.” mingi whipped his head to face you. you were currently sprawled out across his lap, doodling in your bullet journal. you hadn’t noticed his shift and he exhaled. mingi placed the book in his hands face down on the bed, easily peering over your shoulder at what you were doing. “giraffe here...and another one there.” he stifled his laughter as you easily doodled a little giraffe drawings. now it was your turn to lightly chuckle, “mingi the giraffe. min-giraffe.”
“what are you doing?” you proudly held the book up, “just a collage of my favourite person in the world. you like it?”
mingi burst out laughing at a drawing of a giraffe with a sticker of his head over it, “like it? i love it. but why giraffe?” you pushed yourself off his lap, opting to sit facing him. “you’re tall, like way taller than me.” you cheekily grin, leaning forwards to peck his lips. “that’s it?” mingi raised his eyebrows.
“yeah that’s it.” he gasped in shock and you waved your hands in surrender, “i’m kidding!”
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ateez + the little things you do that they love (pt 2)
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『 y e o s a n g 』
it wasn’t a “little” thing per se,,
you usually let your gaze linger on him, not taking your eyes off him
at first, yeosang found it weird that you were constantly looking at him
but when you had explained (all while blushing) that it made you feel better that he was safe right in front of you, yeosang had realized that this too was a form of affection
sometimes the two of you would just sit in silence, appreciating the other or even be chatting
now he plays along with you and stares back at you
『 s a n 』
knowing that his favourite stuffed toy is Shiber and will forever be Shiber, you used that to your advantage: leaving post-its on the toy’s body where he would notice it first
and the post-it contents? VERY personalized: they range from “have a good day <3 left some kimchi fried rice in the microwave!” to “DO THE LAUNDRY PLEASE!!!”
because of your differing schedules there weren’t much time to physically meet up and sometimes San didn’t read text hence this old school method
you don’t know it, but San labels the different post-its and keep them
『 w o o y o u n g 』
especially when walking in groups, you’d always look out for him
while he wasn’t a slow person in general, he tends to not walk at a face pace (just so he could match yours but no one needed to know)
you’d always look over your shoulder to make sure that wooyoung was RIGHT beside you and if he wasn’t you’d either move to him or drag him to you
“where’s woo? there you are, you’re not beside me!”
finds it cute when you look around for him like a lost puppy
『 j o n g h o 』
for his case, you were to type to made sure he had the first bite before you did
at first, jongho didn’t notice this little trait of yours, thinking you had wanted the food to cool down so you won’t burn your tongue
but he caught on when you did the same for cold food items too, watching him have the first bite before you dug into your food
“do you want the first bite…?” “not until you have yours first!”
would give him your food for a bite before you ate
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ask for it (pt 1)
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pairing: slightly mean bestie! san x gn! reader
↬ tags: high school! au, taekwondo club! ateez, reader being the manager of the club, year 3s being 98 liners, year 2s being 98 liners, testing the theory!! is san whipped?
summary: so what if san was stubborn and snarky? you are the only one he has a soft spot for
word count: 691 words
a/n: happy chinese new year ! i managed to churn thus out whilst being out and about and WHEN i tell you i could not put this down until i was done, i meant it hehe,, was a fun work to write !!
part 1 || part 2
“hey, could you get san to help give extra coaching to the year 1s in our club?” wooyoung clasped his hands together as you raised an eyebrow.
“why don’t you ask him yourself? i’m just the taekwondo club’s manager.”
the other 2 Year 2s, yeosang and yunho hovered around you, adding onto the intangible stress. yeosang hurriedly moved the sheets of paper beside you on the bench, sitting down, “hongjoong and seonghwa are studying for finals, mingi’s injured. that leaves us with san as our ace.”
“you know he won’t say yes.” you repeated and crossed your arms. “he won’t say yes, unless it’s you.” yunho dramatically placed his hands on your shoulders.
“me?”
“well, for one, have you seen him reject anything if it’s you?” you thought about it, then shook your head.
“EXACTLY. we are all desperate to win first in the Kingdom Championships! everyone should work doubly hard under the guidance of our ace!” wooyoung was practically begging at this point.
you relented, “i’ll try. but if he says no, it’s up to the rest of you.”
-----
you ran your fingers along the straps of your backpack, trying to formulate a way to best relay what the 3 of them had told you earlier.
“you’re making that funny face. say it.” san rolled his eyes, and you jumped at his voice.
“well…uhm…you see the championships are around the corner…and i was wondering if we could have you carry out extra coaching lessons for the year 1s...?”
you glanced up warily at san, who was staring into the distance.
“so...did wooyoung tell you to tell me this?”
you paled, trying your best to cover for your friend, “no...! i was just…looking at the calendar and thought our year 1s could get that extra practice...it’s fine if you don’t want to…”
“...i’ll do it. but i only do thursday afternoons.” You lit up at the prospect (not noting the way San’s grumpy face morphed into a somewhat happier one), “really? you’re the best choi san!” you lightly hugged a stiff san in your arms, before excitedly skipping ahead. san huffed before making one more request.
“you better be present for all the extra sessions! i’m not managing them alone!”
-----
“wait, how did you three know he won’t reject me?” you stared at the 3 year 2s before you.
“what do you mean “reject you”?” yunho pinched the bridge of his nose, mock-disappointment shown across his face.
“we thought you already knew!” wooyoung hid his surprised gasp behind his hands at a very clueless you.
“knew about what? tell me!” you shook your head, nudging wooyoung’s shoulder with your hand.
in hindsight, the 4 of you totally looked like a bunch of giggling, gossiping girls, just sitting by the bleachers and leaning in. wooyoung, yunho and yeosang were squished beside you on the wooden bench, talking in hushed tones whilst glancing left and right.
“i can’t believe you’re so dense. he’d literally do anything you say. ANYTHING.” yeosang emphasized, holding his hands up.
“but we’re just friends…?”
“JUST FRIENDS? no way you’re saying that. he’s whipped for you! i think he even likes you!” wooyoung animatedly nodded his head, gushing at the prospect.
“WHAT?!”
-----
it started with a drink. you had to start somewhere, right? all for testing the theory, right?
“earth to dimwit?” san lightly knocked your forehead and you made a face, hands coming up to cover yourself. “sorry. actually…san…could i have a sip of that?” you pointed at the icy cold peach soda in his hands, slowly realizing how thirsty you were from the sweltering heat.
“AH! i mean if you still have some left, not that i want to drink it…it looks delicious and—” san shoved the beverage in your floundering hands, effectively stopping your blabbering, “take it, dummy. you can have the rest.” you gratefully took a sip, relishing the cool fizzy feeling amidst the unbearable summer weather.
“thanks, San. mm! i love this flavor by the way.” [san had absolutely taken note of that, despite the stoic expression he had put on.]
“hurry up. the sun is setting, so let’s go home.”
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ask for it (pt 2)
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pairing: slightly mean bestie! san x gn! reader
↬ tags: high school! au, taekwondo club! ateez, reader being the manager of the club, year 3s being 98 liners, year 2s being 98 liners, testing the theory!! is san whipped?
summary: so what if san was stubborn and snarky? you are the only one he has a soft spot for
word count: 939 words
part 1 || part 2
(read part 1 for understanding as part 2 alone might be confusing !!)
then this lead to you “forgetting” your things. you weren’t the best liar, hence it began with small items. yet, it wasn’t uncommon to be using his things, being good friends and all.
“san, i forgot to bring my stationery. could i use yours?”
cue san swinging his entire pencil case at you, “tch. who’s the forgetful one here hmm?”
san spotted your pencil case at the dining table when you hurriedly left the house this morning and didn’t say anything about it. he knew you were gonna come to him and ask him anyways, as you always do.
san hid a pleased smile when you dug out that specific pen, pleasantly surprised. he cleared his throat, “you left one in mine and never bothered to take it out.”
your surprise caused his heart to flutter and you bumped shoulders with him as a means of thanks before walking to your seat. face tinted pink, he buried his face into his textbook, hoping this warm feeling would go away.
~
“san, i kinda need help with…with my homework. could you…?”
cue san shaking his head (which you think was rather adorable) and sitting beside you, “you’re lucky i’m not busy.”
san had absolutely no remedial classes today. he wasn’t busy at all. he made sure he was never too busy for you.
“thank goodness you’re able to help me out. i’m so behind with classes after planning for various practice sessions.” you sighed as you pulled out a stack of notebooks and san felt a pang of guilt for you as the manager, taking on the mental load of the team. wordlessly, san helped you rearrange your books.
you shot him a genuine smile and he felt his heart warm up. “thanks.”
-----
seeing how san was willing to go the extra mile for you was a new experience. all you had to do was ask.
it was quite endearing really, how san would act all annoyed before giving in to you.
“san, the dojo’s a little chilly. could..!”
cue san unceremoniously throwing his jacket over you, abruptly cutting you off, “you ought to bring yours next time. i don’t want to be dealing with your sick and whiny self.”
san had absolutely known you’d get chilly, especially with winter around the corner. he keeps his spare jacket in his locker just for you.
wooyoung and yeosang snickered, wagging their eyebrows as they trailed behind san. yunho shot you a thumbs up, following closely behind. mingi who cluelessly stood in front of you on the bench watched the entire scene unfold before his eyes, squinting at the two of you.
you shrugged on his jacket, inhaling deeply at his woody scent.
mingi desperately pawed at your shoulder, “manager-nim! i want to know ALL the deets. EVERYTHING that i missed while i was injured!”
~
“hey, could you grab our water bottles since you’re going to the bench?” yeosang casually asked and san shook his head vehemently, “no way, get it yourself.” yeosang gave you a look, something along the lines of “we are going to die of thirst, so please”.
wooyoung dramatically “reached” for the bottle beside you as yunho sprawled out on the mat, making a bunch of groaning noises, “ah...manager-nim! please?”
“i’ll get them—” you stood up, only for san to motion for you to sit down.
san was absolutely not going to get you to lift a finger, especially when you were so busy with the admin work, the papers strewn around you as proof.
mingi wagged his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes at his antics, already knowing what his actions implied.
“your lazy asses better stop bothering our one and only manager.” san had his hands on his hips, a threatening look on his face that caused you to burst out laughing.
-----
it’s been going on for a few weeks now, the whole “let-me-ask-san-and-check-if-he’s-whipped”. you had derived a conclusion: san will indeed do what you asked. but even knowing that, you didn’t want to take advantage of this special bond you had. so you stopped.
now, Ssan found it weird. why weren’t you asking him for things? why weren’t you relying on him for things? why weren’t you requesting for him to do things for you?
san grumbled as he kicked at nothing in particular. “what or who’s got you in such a pissy mood, hm?” san realizes that your aura immediately removed the tension off his shoulders. turning towards you, he replied, “nothing. i don’t want to drink this. have it so it doesn’t go to waste.” he pulled the tab of your favorite peach soda and passed it to you.
san’s stomach roiled, too nervous to make a small conversation.
did he do something wrong?
thankfully, you were ranting about how the clubroom’s cleanliness wasn’t only your responsibility, and hadn’t noticed his lack of words.
“are you ignoring me?” he blurted out.
your mouth hung agape, “say what?”
“why…aren’t you asking me for favors, or…or telling me to do stupid things like pose for your art sketch or even taking the kimbap from my lunch box?” san rambled, feeling his face heat up. long gone was his stubborn, snarky self.
“i just…wanted to test…test out if you…maybe liked me back? or if it was just done out of good will? i…” you trailed off.
“you didn’t need to go a roundabout way to test me on something.”
san’s instincts took over and he pressed his lips against yours, eliciting a soft gasp from you.
“does that answer your question?” you gripped onto his school blazer, burrowing your face into his chest.
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Ask for it. - San (1)
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part 1 || part 2
a/n: happy chinese new year ! i managed to churn this out whilst being out and about and when i tell you i could not put this down until i was done, i MEANT it ,, so enjoy this two part series !
“Hey, could you get San to help give extra coaching to the Year 1s in our club?” Wooyoung clasped his hands together as you raised an eyebrow, “Why don’t you ask him yourself? I’m just the Taekwondo club’s manager.” The other 2 Year 2s, Yeosang and Yunho hovered around you, adding onto the intangible stress.
Yeosang moved the sheets of paper beside you on the bench, sitting down, “Hongjoong and Seonghwa are studying for finals, Mingi’s injured. Plus, San is our ace.”
“You know he won’t say yes.” You repeated and crossed your arms. “He won’t say yes, unless it’s you.” Yunho dramatically placed his hands on your shoulders. “Me?” “Well, for one, have you seen him reject anything if it’s you?” You thought about it, then shook your head.
“EXACTLY. We are all desperate to win first in the Kingdom Championships! Everyone should work doubly hard under the guidance of our ace!” Wooyoung was practically begging at this point. You relented, “I’ll try. But if he says no, it’s up to the rest of you.”
—–
You ran your fingers along the straps of your backpack, trying to formulate a way to best relay what Wooyoung had told you earlier. “You’re making that funny face. Spit it out.” San rolled his eyes. “Well…uhm…you see the championships are around the corner…and I was wondering if we could have you carry out extra coaching lessons for the Year 1s.”
You glanced up warily at San, who was staring into the distance. “Did Wooyoung tell you to tell me this?” You paled, trying your best to cover for your friend, “No! I was just…looking at the calendar and thought our Year 1s could get that extra practice…? It’s fine if you don’t want to…”
“…I’ll do it. But I only do Thursday afternoons.” You lit up at the prospect (not noting the way San’s grumpy face morphed into a somewhat happier one), “Really? You’re the best Choi San!” You lightly hugged a stiff San in your arms, before excitedly skipping ahead, hiding the fact that your brain was running at miles per hour: what Wooyoung said was true.
—–
“How do you three know he won’t reject me?” You stared at the 3 Year 2s before you. “What do you mean “reject you”?” Yunho pinched the bridge of his nose. “We thought you already knew.” Wooyoung raised an eyebrow at a very clueless you.
“Knew about what? Just say it already Wooyoung!” You tsk-ed him, nudging Wooyoung’s left shoulder. In hindsight, the 4 of you totally looked like a bunch of giggling, gossiping girls. Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang were squished beside you on the wooden bench in the clubroom, talking in hushed tones whilst glancing up and down.
“I can’t believe you’re so dense. He’d literally do anything you say. ANYTHING.” Yeosang emphasized. “But we’re just friends…?” “JUST FRIENDS? No way you’re saying that. He’s whipped for you! I think he even likes you!” Wooyoung gestured animatedly, gushing at the prospect.
“WHAT?!”
—–
It started with a drink. You had to start somewhere, right? All for testing the theory, right?
“Earth to dimwit?” San lightly knocked your forehead and you made a face, hands coming up to cover yourself. “Sorry. Uh…San…could I have a sip of that?” You cautiously pointed at the icy cold peach soda in his hands, realizing how thirsty you were from the sweltering heat.
“AH! I mean if you still have some left, not that I want to drink it…it looks delicious and—” San shoved the beverage in your floundering hands, effectively stopping your blabbering, “Zip it, klutz. You can have the rest.” You gratefully took a sip, relishing the cool fizzy feeling amidst the unbearable summer weather.
“Thanks, San. Mm! I love this flavor by the way.” [San had absolutely taken note of that, despite the stoic expression he had put on.] “Hurry up. The sun is setting and I want to eat dinner.”
ateez x ship dynamics headcannons
find more content here: ateez masterlist disclaimer: this is all a fig of my imagination, do not point fingers at me i will get scared ↬ word count: 717 words in total a/n: i absolutely had a brain-rot thinking about this in my short 15 minute bus ride home today so might as well !
tough guy x cinnabun ➯ hongjoong
hongjoong as: tough guy
if anything, hongjoong’s got that look (the panty smoldering look-)
if you’re the sweet innocent type, hongjoong is bound to fall for you and swears on his life to protect you from anything
also the brooding type, who would protectively stand behind you in anything
he is bordering between that line of being obsessive - hands around your waist type beat
clueless x blunt ➯ seonghwa
seonghwa as: blunt type
(do you not see the way he carries himself: like he KNOWS the power he has over us)
unfortunately if you’re the clueless type (which is absolutely me), his actions would just fly past you and you’d probably think of him as a friend
boy is trying his best to make you see that he’s trying to woo you, but you brush it off
do friends kiss- (because that was seonghwa’s last resort to make you SEE he adores you)
big x small ➯ yunho
yunho as: tall type
this obviously goes without saying because he is REALLY tall
but uhm, if you’re as tall as him then he’d try even harder to be taller than you (it will end up as a cute competition, i’d say)
BUT if he is indeed taller than you, he will not hesitate to coddle you at any given opportunity: tucking you in his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head
best part is when he spoons you? YEAH end of conversation i am sad and imagining this right now
emotionless x emotional ➯ yeosang
yeosang as: emotionless type
now now, this is definitely not true: yeosang is expressive
he’s slowly warming up to you, a person who expresses themselves freely
he’s staring at you as you animatedly tell him about every and anything that happened to you and he’s going like, “damn this person is so full of life-”
and like i said, he’s slowly warming up to you and your expressions and he’d pick up your mannerisms along the way
yeah now imagine you’re san in that gif ajsdhkasjdhaksdj
cat x dog ➯ san
san as: dog type
playful energy all the time, ready to let loose and have a bit of fun
would 11/10 melt if you gave him attention (like any form of attention), asks you for head pats the most
he’s an absolute ball of unbridled excitement
whereas you’d be the more chill one, just taking things in stride
san likes it when he’s up early in the morning and he’s just gazing lovingly at you
dumbass x their dumbass ➯ mingi
mingi as: dumbass
getting himself into trouble seemed to be the norm and you’re there to get him out of it
or even if he didn’t get himself in trouble he’s a bit of the clumsy type, a (cute) bumbling fool who could get away with just about everything with that pretty smile of his
that also meant everyone immediately associated you with mingi and vice versa because “he’s your monkey, he’s your circus
playful + popular x nerdy + serious ➯ wooyoung
wooyoung as: playful + popular
in my mind wooyoung is that nice person, all-rounder just so swoon worthy in a school setting (mmm a bit like rivals to lovers but none of you are rivals)
you’d have fallen for him first but your crush being hidden under wraps because you’re that much of a wallflower
not until you caught his attention when he spilt milk on your shoes
since then he has been teasing you, attempting to find you to bother you everyday
he finds himself so caught up by you he falls in love with you too awhh
chaotic on the outside x chaotic on the inside ➯ jongho
jongho as: chaotic on the inside
he doesn’t show his “goofy, quirky” side ever too often for he’s trying to go for that chic and friendly look
but as soon as the opportunity lands right smack at his feet, he’d take it
in FACT, he’d grab YOU along and run with that chance, ready to pull a prank
you two have a slightly mean streak of humour but what’s done is all in the name of friendship and are generally harmless
the bonus points if you two instigate something and manage to not get blamed for it
“stop thinking that you’re all alone.”
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pairing: best friend! san + gn! reader
↬ tags: one-sided love, pining! san, gn! reader, late night calls (you will never catch this author awake past 11.30pm)
summary: san would never find you bothersome ; he loves you too much to even say that
word count: 400 words
“hello?” san greeted as soon as he picked up the call.
sleep was still evident in the way his voice sounded husky and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. he pulled his phone away from his ear to check the caller ID.
2.22am. you were calling at 2.22am.
he let out a yawn and turned to rest on his left side, only to realize you hadn’t said anything yet.
“hey, you there?”
a suspicious sniffle, followed by, “i know it’s late a-and everything--”
“hey, hey. stop right there.” san sat up straighter in his bed, cradling the phone to his ear.
“didn’t i say you could call me whenever? we’re friends, right?”
“yeah.” another sniffle and san sighed out of relief that you responded back.
“do you need me to come over? i could right now.” he blindly reached out for his bedside table for his housekeys, silently cursing when he narrowly missed it and nearly tumbled onto the floor.
“no, no. i…” san ceased all movement, and a knowing smile surfaced, “you need someone to listen to you?” he languidly eased himself back into bed, tugging his blanket higher up.
“yeah. you know me too well, choi san.”
“what can i say? i’m your best friend!” those words stung, but san cherished you more than just a friend.
he didn’t want to lose you.
static silence filled the air and san hoped you hadn’t started crying again. “i feel bad for…all these late night calls. maybe I shouldn’t be bothering you.”
“before you start wallowing in your little ball of blankets, i want you to know i’m not expecting anything in return from you.”
san spoke softly, hands twiddling with the soft toy in his hands. “stop thinking that you’re all alone. you have me! choi san! when you’re upset, feeling wronged, going through some hard times, i want to be there for you.”
“you’d do that for me?” there was a slight tremor in your voice and san ached to be with you, to hold you and tell you everything was okay. “just say the word. i’ll be there for you.”
“can you promise me you’ll stay with me for as long as you can?” the loaded sentence caused the air to leave san in a dizzying rush and he had to compose himself, heart going pitter-patter.
“if it’s for you, i can and i will.”
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“Stop thinking that you’re all alone.” - San
find more content here: ateez masterlist ↬ summary: san would never find you bothersome ; he loves you too much to even say that ↬ tags: one-sided love, pining! san, gn! reader, late night calls (you will never catch this author awake past 11.30pm) ↬ word count: 400 words
“Hello?” San greeted as soon as he picked up the call. Sleep was still evident in the way his voice sounded groggy and his hair was sticking out in odd directions. He pulled his phone away from his ears to check the caller ID.
2.22am. You were calling at 2.22am.
He let out a yawn and turned to rest on his left side, only to realize you hadn’t said anything yet. “Hey, you there?”
A suspicious sniffle, followed by, “I know it’s late a-and everything–” “Hey, hey. Stop right there.” San sat up straighter in his bed, cradling the phone to his ear. “Didn’t I say you could call me whenever? We’re friends, right?”
“Yeah.” Another sniffle and San sighed out of relief that you responded back. “Do you need me to come over? I could right now.” He blindly reached out for his bedside table for his housekeys, silently cursing when he narrowly missed it and nearly tumbled onto the floor.
“No, no. I…” San ceased all movement, and a knowing smile surfaced, “You need someone to listen to you?” He languidly eased himself back into bed, tugging his blanket higher up. “Yeah. You know me too well, Choi San.”
“What can I say? I’m your best friend!” Those words stung, but San cherished you more than just a friend. He didn’t want to lose you. Static silence filled the air and San hoped you hadn’t started crying again. “I feel bad for…all these late night calls. Maybe I shouldn’t be bothering you.”
“Before you start wallowing in your little ball of blankets, I want you to know I’m not expecting anything in return from you.” San spoke softly, hands twiddling with the soft toy in his hands. “Stop thinking that you’re all alone. You have me! Choi San! When you’re upset, feeling wronged, going through some hard times, I want to be there for you.”
“You’d do that for me?” There was a slight tremor in your voice and San ached to be with you, to hold you and tell you everything was okay. “Just say the word. I’ll be there for you.”
“Can you promise me you’ll stay with me for as long as you can?” The loaded sentence caused the air to leave San in a dizzying rush and he had to compose himself, heart going pitter-patter.
“If it’s for you, I can and I will.”
alley-oop
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pairing: san x gn! reader
↬ tags: cold x warm trope!, i really think i let loose on this one (my inner delusions are surfacing the more i type and before i knew it i birthed this very piece from my author-ussy, !
summary: san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."
word count: 3.2 k words
a/n: i realized that what i see and read greatly influences the things i write...the increase in thriller and action kdrama has certainly been a big reason why my well has been dry lately—
also -> alley oop - a high pass caught by a leaping teammate who tries to dunk the ball before landing.
— 8 months before
"choi san, you need to get your grades up in the upcoming semester, or i'm not going to be able to let you compete in the upcoming basketball nationals at the end of the year."
his eyes widened at his coach's announcement.
"get your overall rank up to top quarter of your cohort. i've put you into the list of players, but your name will be removed if you don't improve."
"but, coach-nim!"
"our members have to balance both the club activities and school work, and i expect more from you because you are our team's stellar player. do you hear me?"
biting back an array of complaints, he hung his head in shame and accepted his fate. he knew that his grades weren't great and assumed if he kept playing well (he was good at it after all), his coach would overlook the horrible C and D grades.
"i know you can do it."
top quarter? he needs to be the top 25% of his cohort??
"yes, coach-nim."
the only problem now was to find someone who could tutor him.
— 8 months before
"and...yeah that was what happened. coach-nim pulled me out of extra b-ball practices. but who is going to want to tutor me?" san grumbles, listlessly swirling his noodles with a flick of his chopsticks.
"i know someone who could tutor you. all the subjects." wooyoung casually mentions over lunch and san jerks up, raising an eyebrow at his friend, "wait...you are serious?" wooyoung nods his head, mouth full of noodles.
"yeah. i know this sunbaenim who happens to just be the top scorer of the school." san sputtered, gold having landed in his lap, "dude?! why didn't you tell me earlier??"
— 7 months and 2 weeks before
"sunbae!" you watch in horror as this male student came barrelling down the hallway, calling out your name another time. not believing your eyes, you clutched onto your bagstrap tighter, the male progressively gaining unto you.
what on earth...?
your flight or fight instincts was triggered and you begin running away from him, not having any clue about what was going on.
"sunbae! stop running away please!" he never ceased his pace, steadily catching up. "w-what do you want...!" you hollered worriedly. he continued to chase you out of the hallway towards the school track field. you felt a sharp tug and you were sent falling backwards into his arms.
"for some nerd like sunbae, you are quite the runner."
you were absolutely floored, sweaty and breathless, whereas he seemed put together, not a hair out of place. you jumped out of his hold, shooting him a puzzled look, "why were you running after me...choi san-ssi?" you squinted at his name tag and he stares pointedly at you, "...now that you've stopped running, i got something to ask."
— 7 months and 1 week before
after much persuasion (it surprisingly wasn't too difficult), you agreed to tutor him after you mentioned that you were friends with wooyoung. in the name of 'getting to know someone better', he has been asking the people in school about what they know of you.
this was as far as he has gathered: you were not someone who stands out from the crowd, the only thing distinguishable was just your outstanding grades. you hardly said no to any request and were an all-round nice person, smiling everywhere you went; hence you were also quite the popular person, much to san's chargin.
and somehow, wooyoung also just happened to be your neighbor. (san wonders why wooyoung's grades weren't stellar, but who was he to judge, right?)
here he was, sat beside the top scorer of the school, also his senior, and also somehow wooyoung's contact. he felt a bit out of place in your neat and tidy room, a stark contrast to his messy and dim one.
"san-ah, let's try that again, shall we? if we look through this part again..."
he didn't want to be here, but he needed to pull his grades up...by a lot. damn his poor grades. he sighs frustratedly, rubbing his eyes from the bright afternoon light streaming into your room. well, it was helping him to focus somehow...
"are you paying attention?" you lightly tapped on his shoulder and he scowls, "sunbae...i'm trying to..."
out of courtesy, he told you to drop the honorifics and now he doesn't know whether to hate the fact his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly or that it was annoying.
"sure, okay...listen, this part here? that's important. if you follow..." you continued your explanation, but paused when you see him drifting off into his own world yet again.
"san? do you need a break?" mildly mortified because you caught him zoning out more than once (this was the fourth time), he huffed and shook his head.
with amusement, san watches as you pulled out a packet of chocolate milk from your bag and he raises a brow when you push it into his hand. "sunbae, what..." did you think he was a little kid? he was nearly 2 heads taller than you and--
"just something to cheer you up. i thought you might like it...but if you don't..." you proceeded to take it back but san was quicker to grab it, lightly grazing your hands in the process.
"i want it." he realized how much he sounded like a petulant child and cleared his throat, 'i mean...i'm hungry." you smiled affectionately at him, causing him to practically wince at your undivided focus.
gulping down on the milk, san purposely avoided eye contact with you. he subtly glances at you from the corner of his eyes: you were looking intently at his worksheet, scribbling tips and notes at the borders, neatly summarizing for him what is the important things.
he'd rather get punched in the stomach than admit he likes you more than he thinks. (he doesn't know yet.)
"well...are you going to start listening?" "yeah...yeah..."
— 5 months and 3 weeks before
"sunbae..." san spots you sitting down by the bleachers in the evening sun and his heart rate picks up. it's been a few weeks since you started tutoring him and he's beginning to look forward to each and every session, putting in the effort to actually revise his topics so you could be proud of him. he's definitely warmed up to you, and unbeknownst to him, his cold exterior begun to chip in your presence.
jogging over, he calmed down for a bit—taking his excessive excitement down a notch—before talking to you
"what are you doing here?" he hoped he was presentable as he stood slightly nervous before you.
"wooyoung told me i should come and support him; i expected you to be around too so i thought i could hang around." you simply smiled and a sting of jealousy struck san. he brushed it off, cool exterior back in place, "so how was i?"
"i think you're really good! i hope that your grades improve so that you can stand brightly on the court with no worries." the way you encouraged him effortlessly nearly had him buckling. just on cue, wooyoung materializes beside san, "sunbae! you came!"
"you called didn't you? i hope all that basketball didnt cause you to forget our tutoring session." you rolled your eyes as wooyoung playfully pats your head, "of course sunbae!"
san guesses he's thoroughly mistaken: you were also tutoring wooyoung.
why did he think he was the only tutee you had? for all he knew you had more than just wooyoung and him as your students.
wooyoung trundles away to get his gym bag and you followed him, all while san stands there trying not to be sulky. you picked up your schoolbag, grabbing your jacket, "san-ah, i'm going to go first."
pausing in your tracks, you waved goodbye to san with a cheery smile on your face, "don't forget our session tomorrow okay?" he brightens at your reminder (if he might add, a little giddy when you said 'our'), "okay...!"
you spun around and jogged to wooyoung's side and san wishes that it was him. maybe if he knew how to express his emotions better just like how outgoing wooyoung is, so that you could have that similar banter with him.
almost immediately, san smacks his face with his palms, eyes widening in shock.
no…now’s not the time to be distracted choi san!!!
— 4 months before
to make things easier for you, you begun tutoring the two of them in your home since they took similar subjects despite the being put in different classes. san was happy that tutoring sessions increased, but...not so happy that he couldn't have one-on-one time with you.
wait...since when did he care about that?
"i heard that you two had a mock test just this week. can i review your papers?" wooyoung confidently hands his over, "i managed to get into the top ten! are you proud of me?" you nodded your head as you flipped through wooyoung's papers. it wasn't long before your attention was on san, who was dodging your very gaze when you noticed the barely passing mark circled in red on his paper.
"i didn't do quite well." san admits, lowering his gaze. "it''s okay. you improved from your previous rank! small improvement is still improvement after all."
wooyoung interrupted and cheekily grabbed your arm, "sunbae! since i did well i can skip on today's tutor session right? see you~" without much hesitation wooyoung takes his own paper back from you and scampers out of your room. "his head is gonna inflate from all that pride i swear." you chuckled and san hides a laugh at your words.
"well now that he's gone, let's review your paper now, shall we?"
you sat him down beside you as you went through his mistakes and gave him additional questions, leaving him quite miserable at the end of the session. sensing his dejected spirit, you pat his back to comfort him. "sunbae, i feel bad because...i can't do well..."
san didn't know what came over him as he rambled on, stopping himself almost immediately because he thought he sounded silly. you grabbed his hand, that same enchanting smile on your face, "well...i'm here aren't i? i promised i'd help you to do your best so you can go for the nationals."
"but why do you want to help me?" san questioned. you shrugged your shoulders, "you're the coolest on the court!" san sputters, "huh? sunbae, don't joke with me!"
you shoot him a bashful smile, "to know that i was able to help you? that's more than enough. i don't need you to repay me; i just wanna see you fulfill your passions."
at that split second of a moment, when the sun was setting and you were basked in it's golden glory, san thinks he's falling in love with you.
— 3 months
"wooyoung, why do you keep hanging out around sunbae these days?" san randomly brings up, before shaking his head, "you know what? nevermind."
"why are you even asking me this question?" wooyoung's eyes never left the computer screen, fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard to make his game avatar run and dodge.
san aimlessly scrolls his mouse about, "just...nothing." of course, being neighbors and all it would not be weird for san to witness the two of you walking to and from school together, to hang out occasionally together. that much is normal, but to what extend is it considered not?
wooyoung bursts out laughing, "are you jealous or something? do you like sunbae?"
san silence spoke volumes and wooyoung turns his head slowly, unbelief evident in his contorted face, "you have a crush?!" san slaps his hand over wooyoung's mouth.
"not so loud genius!!"
wooyoung gasped in shock, "no wonder you've been so...weird lately. it is certainly very unlike you and i guess this explains everything. like...everything!"
— 2 months before
san felt as if a whole boulder has been lifted off his heart at the realization that he likes you. that explained all the "unnecessary" heart racing moments when it was just you and him, all the times when he would "accidentally" detour around school just to walk past your class and "somehow" get a glimpse of you.
with this newfound appreciation, his grades also took a turn for the better because he wanted to make you proud. he started texting you about his day outside of school (wooyoung often left him on read), giddy with happiness when you replied to him with the same enthusiasm.
before he knew it, the semester tests were around the corner. san stood worriedly outside the classroom with his other classmates waiting to enter. he spots you walking hurriedly down the hallway and when his eyes met yours, he relaxed his tensed shoulders.
murmurs from his classmates increased as you paused in front of him, "i'm rooting for you. here's your lucky charm." you whispered, pushing something into his hand. as quickly as you stopped by him, you walked away to your classroom on the floor above his.
he opens his palm to see the pen, a grin forming on his face when he notices your name sticker on it. gripping it tighter in his hand, he enters the classroom with confidence.
— 2 month and 3 weeks before
"sunbae, do you have a good luck charm?"
"well, i don't have one."
san propped his head on his hand, "i need a good luck charm for the coming tests, just like what i have for my matches." he points to his bracelet, one made by wooyoung to commemorate them being friends in basketball.
"from me?" you stared at him quizzically and san flushed, parroting your question, "from...you?!" you two burst out laughing at the absurdity of the interaction. you calmed down enough to formulate a proper response, "i'll...maybe think about it...?"
san pouts at your uncertainty, "you're not going to give me one?" you lightly pinched his cheeks, "you're making it very hard for me to say no. i'll get you something, okay?"
"i'll hold your word to it sunbae!"
— 1 month before
"how did it go?"
you were huffing, having ran from your homeroom to san's classroom as soon as he texted you he got back his results. you found him standing outside the classroom: head hung low, hands clenched at his side. he perked up at the sound of your question and the sight before you nearly had you reeling.
"i..."
you waited with bated breath for san to finish his statement. "i...somehow did it..." he points to the ranking that was displayed on his phone, and in the picture you could see that his marks barely made the cut, yet because of the person after him, he was pushed to the top 25% of scores in his cohort.
"san! you did it!" you hugged him and he freezes in your hold. you pulled away from him, unshed tears in your eyes causing him to panic, "ahh! sunbae! why are you crying!!" san hurriedly wipes away the falling tears and you laughed, "i'm so glad all that hard work paid off, even if it was just merely there, you improved by leaps and bounds!"
"could have been the lucky charm you gave me. i brought it with me to all my papers." he mentioned and delights in the way you were tongue-tied at his revelation. "sunbae, why this pen though? is there anything special about it?" he pulls out the pen from his pocket, rotating it in his hands to examine it closely.
"if you really must know, it was the very first pen that i got with my own pocket money. nothing special, but i liked the fact that i worked hard to get this branded pen." you bashfully replied, taking back the pen from him.
he thinks you're really beautiful like this, and he finds it so difficult to not like you. he's thoroughly crushing on you now, even more so than before when he first met you.
"before i forget, san-ah, what's your wish?"
— 2 weeks before
now that san has earn the respect of his coach from his drastically improved grades, he's been staying back after school every day to practice till late.
with the ball dribbling beneath his palms, he relishes in his passion and determination that brought him this far.
"you're in great form, eh?" wooyoung teases as the two of them shoot hoops. "yeah, i absolutely missed this. back when coach only allowed me to come for tuesday trainings? that was such a pain!" san laughs, thinking about how he would linger outside the auditorium as he watch his teammates train with each other, while he had to get going to be tutored.
not that he minded, actually. deep down, he was glad for this break because after meeting you, he was reluctant to go back to this thrice-a-week club trainings. he immediately pushes that thought away, exerting force to fling the ball in wooyoung's general direction.
"did you get sunbae to come watch you?" wooyoung—who somehow has become his confidant for anything relating to you—wiggled his eyebrows and san's face warmed up, "yeah i managed to ask. and sunbae's going to be coming..." san embarrassedly hides his face behind the ball wooyoung returns and an uncharacteristic squeal leaves wooyoung's lips and he excitably hugs san, "let's go! my bro's got this!"
— D-DAY
"san! over here!" wooyoung hollers and san passes the ball over. with just about one more minute left in the last quarter, san was really feeling the physical and mental strain after the first 3 rounds. he needs to make the final blow that will pull his school out of the current tie they were in.
san let's his other teammates go ahead of him as he scours around for a wide spot with as little defense from the opposing team.
san's entire being awakens as his gaze lands on you in the bleachers; you were here for him. his eyes flicker between the court and you distractedly, watching as you looked around uncertainly, before deciding to just stand at the back, still within his line of vision.
"san!" surging with adrenaline he nods at wooyoung, who then swings the ball high up. this move he practiced countless times with his friends, coordinating down to even synchronizing their breaths and footsteps.
this is for you.
he takes a huge leap with arms held up. the moment the ball from wooyoung falls in his palms, he sends the ball hurtling into the net. heart beating in trepidation, he feels the second melting into one another as the ball dramatically lands in the hoop with a satisfying woosh.
"with that quick thinking, KQ high school wins the nationals!"
the whole auditorium was flooded with cheers, confetti and streamers floating down from the sky. san feels himself being lifted up by his teammates, wooyoung shouting in his ear about how crazy it was, but all he could focus on was you and your awed expression. pride blooms through him like a blossoming flower, and he thinks he could get used to having someone being there for him.
after all that congratulatory messages from his team, he makes his way to you, beckoning for you to come over to the side lines.
"you made it, sunbae."
"i'm fulfilling your wish, isn't it?"
san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."
your nose scrunched up, the corners of your lips turned downwards despite the big smile on your face, "another? that's—"
"—sunbae, will you go out with me?"
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alley-oop
↖ navigation: ateez masterlist || main masterlist
pairing: san x gn! reader
↬ tags: cold x warm trope!, i really think i let loose on this one (my inner delusions are surfacing the more i type and before i knew it i birthed this very piece from my author-ussy, !
summary: san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."
word count: 3.2 k words
a/n: i realized that what i see and read greatly influences the things i write...the increase in thriller and action kdrama has certainly been a big reason why my well has been dry lately—
also -> alley oop - a high pass caught by a leaping teammate who tries to dunk the ball before landing.
— 8 months before
"choi san, you need to get your grades up in the upcoming semester, or i'm not going to be able to let you compete in the upcoming basketball nationals at the end of the year."
his eyes widened at his coach's announcement.
"get your overall rank up to top quarter of your cohort. i've put you into the list of players, but your name will be removed if you don't improve."
"but, coach-nim!"
"our members have to balance both the club activities and school work, and i expect more from you because you are our team's stellar player. do you hear me?"
biting back an array of complaints, he hung his head in shame and accepted his fate. he knew that his grades weren't great and assumed if he kept playing well (he was good at it after all), his coach would overlook the horrible C and D grades.
"i know you can do it."
top quarter? he needs to be the top 25% of his cohort??
"yes, coach-nim."
the only problem now was to find someone who could tutor him.
— 8 months before
"and...yeah that was what happened. coach-nim pulled me out of extra b-ball practices. but who is going to want to tutor me?" san grumbles, listlessly swirling his noodles with a flick of his chopsticks.
"i know someone who could tutor you. all the subjects." wooyoung casually mentions over lunch and san jerks up, raising an eyebrow at his friend, "wait...you are serious?" wooyoung nods his head, mouth full of noodles.
"yeah. i know this sunbaenim who happens to just be the top scorer of the school." san sputtered, gold having landed in his lap, "dude?! why didn't you tell me earlier??"
— 7 months and 2 weeks before
"sunbae!" you watch in horror as this male student came barrelling down the hallway, calling out your name another time. not believing your eyes, you clutched onto your bagstrap tighter, the male progressively gaining unto you.
what on earth...?
your flight or fight instincts was triggered and you begin running away from him, not having any clue about what was going on.
"sunbae! stop running away please!" he never ceased his pace, steadily catching up. "w-what do you want...!" you hollered worriedly. he continued to chase you out of the hallway towards the school track field. you felt a sharp tug and you were sent falling backwards into his arms.
"for some nerd like sunbae, you are quite the runner."
you were absolutely floored, sweaty and breathless, whereas he seemed put together, not a hair out of place. you jumped out of his hold, shooting him a puzzled look, "why were you running after me...choi san-ssi?" you squinted at his name tag and he stares pointedly at you, "...now that you've stopped running, i got something to ask."
— 7 months and 1 week before
after much persuasion (it surprisingly wasn't too difficult), you agreed to tutor him after you mentioned that you were friends with wooyoung. in the name of 'getting to know someone better', he has been asking the people in school about what they know of you.
this was as far as he has gathered: you were not someone who stands out from the crowd, the only thing distinguishable was just your outstanding grades. you hardly said no to any request and were an all-round nice person, smiling everywhere you went; hence you were also quite the popular person, much to san's chargin.
and somehow, wooyoung also just happened to be your neighbor. (san wonders why wooyoung's grades weren't stellar, but who was he to judge, right?)
here he was, sat beside the top scorer of the school, also his senior, and also somehow wooyoung's contact. he felt a bit out of place in your neat and tidy room, a stark contrast to his messy and dim one.
"san-ah, let's try that again, shall we? if we look through this part again..."
he didn't want to be here, but he needed to pull his grades up...by a lot. damn his poor grades. he sighs frustratedly, rubbing his eyes from the bright afternoon light streaming into your room. well, it was helping him to focus somehow...
"are you paying attention?" you lightly tapped on his shoulder and he scowls, "sunbae...i'm trying to..."
out of courtesy, he told you to drop the honorifics and now he doesn't know whether to hate the fact his name rolls off your tongue so sweetly or that it was annoying.
"sure, okay...listen, this part here? that's important. if you follow..." you continued your explanation, but paused when you see him drifting off into his own world yet again.
"san? do you need a break?" mildly mortified because you caught him zoning out more than once (this was the fourth time), he huffed and shook his head.
with amusement, san watches as you pulled out a packet of chocolate milk from your bag and he raises a brow when you push it into his hand. "sunbae, what..." did you think he was a little kid? he was nearly 2 heads taller than you and--
"just something to cheer you up. i thought you might like it...but if you don't..." you proceeded to take it back but san was quicker to grab it, lightly grazing your hands in the process.
"i want it." he realized how much he sounded like a petulant child and cleared his throat, 'i mean...i'm hungry." you smiled affectionately at him, causing him to practically wince at your undivided focus.
gulping down on the milk, san purposely avoided eye contact with you. he subtly glances at you from the corner of his eyes: you were looking intently at his worksheet, scribbling tips and notes at the borders, neatly summarizing for him what is the important things.
he'd rather get punched in the stomach than admit he likes you more than he thinks. (he doesn't know yet.)
"well...are you going to start listening?" "yeah...yeah..."
— 5 months and 3 weeks before
"sunbae..." san spots you sitting down by the bleachers in the evening sun and his heart rate picks up. it's been a few weeks since you started tutoring him and he's beginning to look forward to each and every session, putting in the effort to actually revise his topics so you could be proud of him. he's definitely warmed up to you, and unbeknownst to him, his cold exterior begun to chip in your presence.
jogging over, he calmed down for a bit—taking his excessive excitement down a notch—before talking to you
"what are you doing here?" he hoped he was presentable as he stood slightly nervous before you.
"wooyoung told me i should come and support him; i expected you to be around too so i thought i could hang around." you simply smiled and a sting of jealousy struck san. he brushed it off, cool exterior back in place, "so how was i?"
"i think you're really good! i hope that your grades improve so that you can stand brightly on the court with no worries." the way you encouraged him effortlessly nearly had him buckling. just on cue, wooyoung materializes beside san, "sunbae! you came!"
"you called didn't you? i hope all that basketball didnt cause you to forget our tutoring session." you rolled your eyes as wooyoung playfully pats your head, "of course sunbae!"
san guesses he's thoroughly mistaken: you were also tutoring wooyoung.
why did he think he was the only tutee you had? for all he knew you had more than just wooyoung and him as your students.
wooyoung trundles away to get his gym bag and you followed him, all while san stands there trying not to be sulky. you picked up your schoolbag, grabbing your jacket, "san-ah, i'm going to go first."
pausing in your tracks, you waved goodbye to san with a cheery smile on your face, "don't forget our session tomorrow okay?" he brightens at your reminder (if he might add, a little giddy when you said 'our'), "okay...!"
you spun around and jogged to wooyoung's side and san wishes that it was him. maybe if he knew how to express his emotions better just like how outgoing wooyoung is, so that you could have that similar banter with him.
almost immediately, san smacks his face with his palms, eyes widening in shock.
no…now’s not the time to be distracted choi san!!!
— 4 months before
to make things easier for you, you begun tutoring the two of them in your home since they took similar subjects despite the being put in different classes. san was happy that tutoring sessions increased, but...not so happy that he couldn't have one-on-one time with you.
wait...since when did he care about that?
"i heard that you two had a mock test just this week. can i review your papers?" wooyoung confidently hands his over, "i managed to get into the top ten! are you proud of me?" you nodded your head as you flipped through wooyoung's papers. it wasn't long before your attention was on san, who was dodging your very gaze when you noticed the barely passing mark circled in red on his paper.
"i didn't do quite well." san admits, lowering his gaze. "it''s okay. you improved from your previous rank! small improvement is still improvement after all."
wooyoung interrupted and cheekily grabbed your arm, "sunbae! since i did well i can skip on today's tutor session right? see you~" without much hesitation wooyoung takes his own paper back from you and scampers out of your room. "his head is gonna inflate from all that pride i swear." you chuckled and san hides a laugh at your words.
"well now that he's gone, let's review your paper now, shall we?"
you sat him down beside you as you went through his mistakes and gave him additional questions, leaving him quite miserable at the end of the session. sensing his dejected spirit, you pat his back to comfort him. "sunbae, i feel bad because...i can't do well..."
san didn't know what came over him as he rambled on, stopping himself almost immediately because he thought he sounded silly. you grabbed his hand, that same enchanting smile on your face, "well...i'm here aren't i? i promised i'd help you to do your best so you can go for the nationals."
"but why do you want to help me?" san questioned. you shrugged your shoulders, "you're the coolest on the court!" san sputters, "huh? sunbae, don't joke with me!"
you shoot him a bashful smile, "to know that i was able to help you? that's more than enough. i don't need you to repay me; i just wanna see you fulfill your passions."
at that split second of a moment, when the sun was setting and you were basked in it's golden glory, san thinks he's falling in love with you.
— 3 months
"wooyoung, why do you keep hanging out around sunbae these days?" san randomly brings up, before shaking his head, "you know what? nevermind."
"why are you even asking me this question?" wooyoung's eyes never left the computer screen, fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard to make his game avatar run and dodge.
san aimlessly scrolls his mouse about, "just...nothing." of course, being neighbors and all it would not be weird for san to witness the two of you walking to and from school together, to hang out occasionally together. that much is normal, but to what extend is it considered not?
wooyoung bursts out laughing, "are you jealous or something? do you like sunbae?"
san silence spoke volumes and wooyoung turns his head slowly, unbelief evident in his contorted face, "you have a crush?!" san slaps his hand over wooyoung's mouth.
"not so loud genius!!"
wooyoung gasped in shock, "no wonder you've been so...weird lately. it is certainly very unlike you and i guess this explains everything. like...everything!"
— 2 months before
san felt as if a whole boulder has been lifted off his heart at the realization that he likes you. that explained all the "unnecessary" heart racing moments when it was just you and him, all the times when he would "accidentally" detour around school just to walk past your class and "somehow" get a glimpse of you.
with this newfound appreciation, his grades also took a turn for the better because he wanted to make you proud. he started texting you about his day outside of school (wooyoung often left him on read), giddy with happiness when you replied to him with the same enthusiasm.
before he knew it, the semester tests were around the corner. san stood worriedly outside the classroom with his other classmates waiting to enter. he spots you walking hurriedly down the hallway and when his eyes met yours, he relaxed his tensed shoulders.
murmurs from his classmates increased as you paused in front of him, "i'm rooting for you. here's your lucky charm." you whispered, pushing something into his hand. as quickly as you stopped by him, you walked away to your classroom on the floor above his.
he opens his palm to see the pen, a grin forming on his face when he notices your name sticker on it. gripping it tighter in his hand, he enters the classroom with confidence.
— 2 month and 3 weeks before
"sunbae, do you have a good luck charm?"
"well, i don't have one."
san propped his head on his hand, "i need a good luck charm for the coming tests, just like what i have for my matches." he points to his bracelet, one made by wooyoung to commemorate them being friends in basketball.
"from me?" you stared at him quizzically and san flushed, parroting your question, "from...you?!" you two burst out laughing at the absurdity of the interaction. you calmed down enough to formulate a proper response, "i'll...maybe think about it...?"
san pouts at your uncertainty, "you're not going to give me one?" you lightly pinched his cheeks, "you're making it very hard for me to say no. i'll get you something, okay?"
"i'll hold your word to it sunbae!"
— 1 month before
"how did it go?"
you were huffing, having ran from your homeroom to san's classroom as soon as he texted you he got back his results. you found him standing outside the classroom: head hung low, hands clenched at his side. he perked up at the sound of your question and the sight before you nearly had you reeling.
"i..."
you waited with bated breath for san to finish his statement. "i...somehow did it..." he points to the ranking that was displayed on his phone, and in the picture you could see that his marks barely made the cut, yet because of the person after him, he was pushed to the top 25% of scores in his cohort.
"san! you did it!" you hugged him and he freezes in your hold. you pulled away from him, unshed tears in your eyes causing him to panic, "ahh! sunbae! why are you crying!!" san hurriedly wipes away the falling tears and you laughed, "i'm so glad all that hard work paid off, even if it was just merely there, you improved by leaps and bounds!"
"could have been the lucky charm you gave me. i brought it with me to all my papers." he mentioned and delights in the way you were tongue-tied at his revelation. "sunbae, why this pen though? is there anything special about it?" he pulls out the pen from his pocket, rotating it in his hands to examine it closely.
"if you really must know, it was the very first pen that i got with my own pocket money. nothing special, but i liked the fact that i worked hard to get this branded pen." you bashfully replied, taking back the pen from him.
he thinks you're really beautiful like this, and he finds it so difficult to not like you. he's thoroughly crushing on you now, even more so than before when he first met you.
"before i forget, san-ah, what's your wish?"
— 2 weeks before
now that san has earn the respect of his coach from his drastically improved grades, he's been staying back after school every day to practice till late.
with the ball dribbling beneath his palms, he relishes in his passion and determination that brought him this far.
"you're in great form, eh?" wooyoung teases as the two of them shoot hoops. "yeah, i absolutely missed this. back when coach only allowed me to come for tuesday trainings? that was such a pain!" san laughs, thinking about how he would linger outside the auditorium as he watch his teammates train with each other, while he had to get going to be tutored.
not that he minded, actually. deep down, he was glad for this break because after meeting you, he was reluctant to go back to this thrice-a-week club trainings. he immediately pushes that thought away, exerting force to fling the ball in wooyoung's general direction.
"did you get sunbae to come watch you?" wooyoung—who somehow has become his confidant for anything relating to you—wiggled his eyebrows and san's face warmed up, "yeah i managed to ask. and sunbae's going to be coming..." san embarrassedly hides his face behind the ball wooyoung returns and an uncharacteristic squeal leaves wooyoung's lips and he excitably hugs san, "let's go! my bro's got this!"
— D-DAY
"san! over here!" wooyoung hollers and san passes the ball over. with just about one more minute left in the last quarter, san was really feeling the physical and mental strain after the first 3 rounds. he needs to make the final blow that will pull his school out of the current tie they were in.
san let's his other teammates go ahead of him as he scours around for a wide spot with as little defense from the opposing team.
san's entire being awakens as his gaze lands on you in the bleachers; you were here for him. his eyes flicker between the court and you distractedly, watching as you looked around uncertainly, before deciding to just stand at the back, still within his line of vision.
"san!" surging with adrenaline he nods at wooyoung, who then swings the ball high up. this move he practiced countless times with his friends, coordinating down to even synchronizing their breaths and footsteps.
this is for you.
he takes a huge leap with arms held up. the moment the ball from wooyoung falls in his palms, he sends the ball hurtling into the net. heart beating in trepidation, he feels the second melting into one another as the ball dramatically lands in the hoop with a satisfying woosh.
"with that quick thinking, KQ high school wins the nationals!"
the whole auditorium was flooded with cheers, confetti and streamers floating down from the sky. san feels himself being lifted up by his teammates, wooyoung shouting in his ear about how crazy it was, but all he could focus on was you and your awed expression. pride blooms through him like a blossoming flower, and he thinks he could get used to having someone being there for him.
after all that congratulatory messages from his team, he makes his way to you, beckoning for you to come over to the side lines.
"you made it, sunbae."
"i'm fulfilling your wish, isn't it?"
san chuckles in acknowledgement, "it is my wish for you to see me in the nationals, but now that i won, i want sunbae to grant me another wish."
your nose scrunched up, the corners of your lips turned downwards despite the big smile on your face, "another? that's—"
"—sunbae, will you go out with me?"
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this is so san??! the way he will get you to spread in front of a mirror and finger you so well but doesn’t stop when you cums and overstimulate you with his fast pace…😵💫
holy fuck 😭 NOT YOU SENDIND ME THIS WHEN IM AT MY WEAKEST???
Like when San spreads your legs open in front of the mirror of your shared apartment, which you thought getting a full length mirror was for your pretty little fashion shows you would put on for him (which you found out very quick that it’s obviously not).
He’s pressing your bare back against his chest, his cock fucking hard and rutting against your back, but he’s gonna keep himself busy with you for now.
San brings up his fingers to your lips, and tells you, “be a good girl and suck.” His voice is so dominating even when it’s mellow. You take his fingers like his good girl. Of course you do, like you’re under his fucking spell.
He internally curses at the way your tongue is swirling around his fingers, and he makes a mental note to make sure to ruin your mouth when he’s done.
You feel his breath at the shell of your ear, and each vibration of San’s voice blooms goosebumps on your skin.
“Keep your legs open for me baby”, he instructs you, as his wet fingers leave your mouth and travel down south right to your glistening, wet pussy.
He starts off with slow circles around your clit, which he locates within seconds mostly thanks to the mirror. You sigh as he picks up the pace, trying to lean onto his shoulder, your eyes almost shutting, that is, until San’s other hand is on your jaw, his voice once again reverberating in your ears.
“I didn’t tell you to close your eyes baby. Look at the mirror, or I won’t let you cum.”
You bite your lip, soft whine leaving you as you stare back at the reflection, watching the way San’s fingers start pressing against your clit, soft circles become grazing north to south, each brush only building your orgasm way too quickly.
“San…” you whine, your fists balled as the pleasure continues to build. Only San could make you putty in his arms like that—a moaning, dizzy mess.
“That’s a good girl. Look at you, so pretty letting your clit be rubbed like that. Doesn’t it feel good?”
You nod. Oh god. It feels so fucking good. When he pulls your drenched folds open and uses his middle finger to rub against your puffy clit, you bite back a cry from the pleasure and increased sensitivity. You swallow at the sight reflected into the mirror—your pussy in her full glory, slick just endlessly leaking out with every brush of his fingers, and San’s gaze never leaving your pussy through the mirror. Your small jerks and twitches, all in effort to keep your legs open don’t go unnoticed by him.
“Gonna cum. Fuck. Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum”, he hears you cry. “Please, please Sannie.”
Even through hooded eyelids, you see a smile spread across his lips as his fingers speed up rubbing your clit, the wet sounds egging you onto your orgasm.
A pitched moan bounces off the walls, and your orgasm floods you like a fucking hurricane, and you hear San behind you moaning along with you as he watches the way your cunt flutters through the mirror, white leaking through your hole. His cock is leaking precum and it’s staining your back.
“Good girl. Keep cumming like that. So fucking pretty when you’re creaming like this, baby” he groans into your ear. “Could watch you, hear you, let you cum all day, baby.”
Your high slowly wears off but San’s finger is still on your clit, small, light slaps that make you jolt from the overstimulation.
“S-sensitive”, you squeal, your legs automatically snapping shut, keeping San’s fingers trapped in between them, still on your creaming pussy.
“Bad move, baby”, San smirks against your ear, his fingers forcing your legs open. He doesn’t fucking care. He doesn’t care that you’re squirming so much to the point that that you’re crying at your overstimulation. He doesn’t care that his fingers are pruning from how fucking soaked you are while he stuffs two fingers so easily into you, watching your completely fall apart before him like you always do.
But what he does care about though, is making sure he pulls out another three more orgasms out from you before he breeds you stupid. 🩷
mmmmmm been thinkin abt photographer!san right nd he is know for his boudoir photography but his latest client’s got him in a chokehold like god how is she so fuckin sexy nd he can’t focus at all bc fuck all he wants to do is fuck her senseless— HELP
Your wish is my command Angel! Thank you for being patient 😘
As always, enjoy 🩷
snap.
<Choi san x fem!reader>
Synopsis: encouraged by your friend, you give boudoir photography a try after recovering from a break up, you find yourself doing more than just be a model.
Genres/warnings: smut, boudoir photographer!San x model!reader, sexual tension, unprotected sex, cream pies, mention of oral
Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies
“Boudoir photography?” You reiterate. Your friend nods.
“A friend of a friend of a friend tried it recently and apparently she’s been full of confidence. Her boyfriend adores it too!” Your friend squeals.
You scrunch your eyebrows, wondering how semi-nude photos taken by a professional photographer in this niche would boost one’s confidence.
Your friend’s eyes dart to you again, and then your phone pings. You look at the link your friend sent you. It’s a referral code for a promotion. You turn to her, gaze still dripping with skepticism.
“Come on, just try it. You’re a lovely person and you deserve to see it for yourself! Boudoir photography might really help at not being constantly self critical.”
You weren’t an entirely insecure person, and you were sure of that. It’s just that, after the rough break up with your ex, and seeing them move on instantly (like two fuckin weeks) with a new partner, undoubtedly was a gut punch to your self esteem, while you were still stuck grieving over the lost relationship and wasted time.
You’ve heard of boudoir photography, but you’ve never actually understood the concept of it, considering that it was niche, and that you don’t really know the point of it. You glance down at the referral link before deciding to just fuck it and sign up.
San is working overtime again, meticulously editing and touching up the photos. It’s become a natural part of him to almost be a perfectionist, whether when on the ground taking photos of the model or the post editing process. But he never loses the sight of letting the women shine naturally through their photos. After all, in such a niche market, they picked him. Definitely, he has his mix of male boudoir models, but the women evidently take up a higher ratio. He understands that one of the most important aspects of boudoir photography is trust and comfort with his models, which has them coming back for more sessions, sometimes even with their partners.
Setting up his own business in such a niche market was difficult of course, and he’s grateful that he’s managed to make a name for himself. But sometimes he’s grateful that his good looks are an added bonus to drawing in his clients.
His email pings and it makes him pause his work. Maybe he should finish it tomorrow. San glances at the fresh email that sits in his inbox.
An appointment via referral.
He opens it, and looks through the client’s information. At the bottom box for comments, sits a short question.
[Just wondering, what should I expect for my appointment? Is there anything I should prepare?]
He takes a moment before he drafts a reply.
[Hey there! Nice to meet you. I’m Choi San, boudoir photographer of Woodie’s Studios. First of all, thank you for choosing our studio for your boudoir experience!
Regarding your question, come in with an open mind. For what to wear, you may bring a set of clothes/lingerie of whatever you feel confident in.
I don’t bite, I promise!]
He reads the reply a second time before he hits send. It’s not as if it’s the first time he’s gotten questions like these anyway. His train of concentration is broken, so he decides to call it a night.
You reach the opaque door of a clean-looking studio apartment. The sign has San’s studio name and logo imprinted on it, so you’re sure that you are at the right location.
You press the door bell and it chimes a lovely tune. There is a quiet pause, before the door handle clicks and the door itself pulls back. Before you stood a really, no, an insanely good looking, tall male. His glasses rest loosely on the bridge of his nose as his small eyes meet yours. His brunette hair is slightly messy. He wears an expression of confusion at first, but it turns into something unreadable. You think for a spilt second that he may have gotten the wrong client, but your rationale reminds you that you did send him photos of yourself so he’s able to recognise you. You blink once, then twice because you were starting to get lost at how handsome your photographer was.
“Choi San..?” you say, with a small tilt of your head.
Then it’s his turn to blink, and he snaps out of that small trance he seemed to be caught in for a few seconds. Then a smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he greets you.
“Hey! Y/n right? Sorry, was tryna recognise you. I promise I don’t usually take that long to process”, he chuckles, pulling the door wider as he ushers you in, reminding you to switch out your shoes for the apartment slippers.
The hallway San brings you down is brightly lit and spilt into a couple of sections which you assumed one of them would be the photo studio itself. A couple of posters of pin up girls hang on the walls, all of them beautiful and stunning.
He then stops at a glass door and pushes it, to what you assumed to be his office.
“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a cup of tea. Any preferences?”, he gestures. You shake your head as you let yourself sink into the velvet couch, gingerly leaving your bag of clothing beside you. San gives a polite nod and excuses himself to the pantry.
And the moment the door shuts behind him, he tears his glasses off the bridge of his nose and hooks the branch onto his collar.
His hand is placed over his heart.
San has photographed many different women over the course of his career, some breathtakingly beautiful. But none has ever made his heart skip a beat and caused his words to be stuck at the back of his throat, not like you did. He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how you looked like—the pictures you sent served that purpose. Maybe it was the fact that he never expected you to look like that in real life, and for once, he almost doesn’t know how to react. His thoughts are all over the place as he paces into the pantry to prepare your tea. As he’s dipping the tea bag into the piping hot water, he begins feeling self conscious—was his hair too shrivelled? Did he smell bad? Was there something on his face? He tightens his grip on the mug and hastily makes his way back to his office.
San returns, with a smile on his face as he settles the cup onto the coffee table before you, and he joins you, seated on a velvet armchair across you.
“Take your time”, he reassures. “We can start after this, if you’re feeling comfortable, or we can just talk a little to ease your nerves.” It doesn’t take you much to think—you opt for the latter of course.
San laughs and nods. “I get that a lot, especially from first time female clients. It’s valid of course, having a male being your photographer for boudoir can sound off-putting. Perhaps looking at my portfolio might put you slightly at ease?” He reaches out for a large and thick leather-bound photo album. You let it rest on your lap as you receive it with a soft “thank you”, and flip the album open, and you’re instantly awestruck—San’s work spoke for himself. The models were diverse, both in nationalities and body shapes, all equally stunning and sensual in their own expressive ways. The only common denominator was the glint of genuine emotion and confidence reflected in their eyes.
You wonder to yourself—could you look and feel as confident as them? As you skim through the pictures, you feel yourself falling in love with the models as well—their genuine smiles when they do and the gazes they give.
When San catches himself staring at you being absorbed in admiring his portfolios, he feels his cheeks flush and he looks down, wondering what you think of it all.
“I see why you have so many clients. The pictures are gorgeous”, you say, shutting the photo album and handing it back to him. San flashes a sheepish smile and mutters a “thank you” loud enough for you to hear. The silence in the room remains a for awhile as you sip the tea, letting it calm your nerves. You don’t even know it but the person with actual jittery nerves was San himself, a feeling that he never expected to feel since the last time he did was when he started out this business three years ago.
“So… what’s the goal of being a boudoir model, if you don’t mind me asking? Like was it a long time thing you wanted to try or was it something spontaneous?” He asks to break the silence.
“I broke up with my ex recently”, you respond curtly, before taking another sip of the tea. Damn, this is some good ass tea. San blinks at your reply, unsure of what to make out of the bluntness. Before he attempts to reply, you continue, “and my friend sent me a referral to your studio, and I thought to myself, why not? I want to feel confident in my own skin. Also, I think it’s an interesting way of self exploration.” Your gaze meets his, and it’s his turn to look awestruck. You try to ignore the flutter in your chest when he laughs softly, when his smile reaches his eyes. It’s the way that he’s confident of his craft, and it’s making you warm up to him even more.
Your fingertips tap on the mug softly. Your gaze lands on the photobook once more.
“Does taking such risqué pictures affect you when you first started out?” You ask before taking another sip. San ponders about the question for awhile. He has people asking him that before, but for some reason, he wants to be slightly more transparent with you.
“I don’t see about my clients in a sexual way, even if they physically look appealing to me. In the end, self confidence and comfort always comes first, and I think that’s what I enjoy seeing in my clients when they become more comfortable in their own skin. People don’t understand how difficult it is to fully love yourself”, he replies.
That’s when you understand why San’s photography studio had so many recurring clients.
“Why boudoir? I think sensuality and intimacy is a form of art. It’s beautiful—watching people discover parts of themselves they never knew existed and falling in love. You don’t have to be conventionally attractive to be a boudoir model.
The money’s good, of course, but the satisfaction of watching my clients giving me feedback of them realising they deserve to love themselves more, or discovering other sides of themselves is nothing short of rewarding.”
By the time he’s done explaining, you feel a rush of confidence in yourself. It’s only been about ten minutes since the both of you just sat and talked, but you see that he definitely prioritises your comfort before he even begins the sessions. You ball your fingers into a fist, meeting San’s gaze with determination, telling him, “I think I’m ready.”
San’s eyes brighten up. “Great! You can use the bathroom to the left, and I’ll meet you at the photo studio just opposite the office.” He stands up, opening the door for you, and you bow slightly in courtesy as you head to the washroom to change. San’s heart beats faster, wondering what you’re gonna wear for the shoot.
San is fixing the sheets of the bed, then the studio lights at the perfect angle he wants it to be. His heart is still racing as he walks over to the tripod, glancing over at the door from time to time, awaiting for your arrival.
He perks up when he sees you walk in with a bathrobe on and he greets you cheerfully again, trying to hide his excitement.
You wave back with a smile, letting the environment of the photo studio sink in. The basic package for first timers consisted of a bed shoot, so it’s no surprise you see a bed in the middle of the room, covered in white. The bed looks comfy and you giggle to yourself, wondering if you’d end up falling asleep mid-shoot from how nice the bed looks.
“Anytime you’re ready”, San reminds you, carrying the tripod in one hand, his biceps flexing as he does, and it makes you blush slightly, which was ridiculous. Why are you swooning over your handsome photographer carrying the tripod with one arm? Suddenly you’re self conscious again, your fingers clutching against the black bathrobe. It was frustrating that you couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was making you nervous, but you weren’t about to back out.
San continues to adjust his camera on the tripod, and his gaze absentmindedly shifts towards you, and his breath gets stuck in his throat, watching you undress from the bathrobe, revealing a white button up over black lace lingerie. It’s not anything new, but for some reason he can’t seem to tear his eyes off you—the way the panties hugs your hips and the bra cups your breasts, the garter belt hugging your waist and the straps hanging past your panties. He watches you climb onto the bed, eyes shutting briefly as you sink into the mattress with a soft smile.
He’s not confident that he’s able to last through the shoot, not when you’re looking like that.
“Is it too cold here?” San asks, trying to divert his attention from his perverse thoughts. You pop up from the sheets, the collars of the shirt slipping past your shoulders, obviously too big for you. That does nothing to help him with his thoughts.
“No, I think the temperature’s okay. Shall we get started?” You ask, buttoning up your shirt, the white material pathetically sheer that San is able to see the black bra peeking through.
The sight of you in an oversized shirt on, with no pants, just your underwear on is like a meal for San’s eyes. He hides behind the camera to hide his flushing cheeks, only to face your body through the viewfinder, watching you preparing to pose as you position yourself at the end of the bed, turning your body slightly to the side with one leg up, your thighs in full view, with the sleeves of the shirt covering most of your fingers, and your gaze right into the camera lens.
San takes a deep breath. Forty five minutes. He can do this.
“Sure. Ready whenever you are, y/n.”
It turns out to be a very agonising forty five minutes. While the both of you were cracking jokes during the shoot, San finds himself getting more distracted when you gradually remove your shirt, and when your poses grow ever more risqué—at one point you remove your bra and fit your shirt over again, which definitely made San grow very restless when he’s unable to tear his eyes away from your bare chest.
Midway through the shoot, all that swarms his mind is wondering how your body would feel against his, how your bare skin would feel under his hands, what kind of faces you would make when you’re under him.
What kind of noises you would make for him when he fits his cock right into you. He wants to fuck you so hard that your mind goes blank—so good that you’ll never remember your ex.
San blinks, his finger still on the shutter button. He doesn’t know what washed over him, but what he does know is the taut feeling in his pants, and he internally heaves a sigh of relief that he decided to wear cargo pants. Nonetheless, he hopes that it isn’t obvious. Well, it shouldn’t be, as long as you don’t ask for close up shots.
“San! Could you come closer for my close ups?” You call out, letting the collar of your shirt fall off your shoulder once more, revealing your bare shoulders, and reminding him that you were still braless underneath the loose clothing article.
Fuck.
San forces a smile, unlatching his camera and trying to walk normally without letting his erection steal your attention.
He reaches to where you are, reminding himself to stay professional, but when he meets your playful gaze, all he wants to do is pin you down. Your eyes twinkle with allure as you prepare your next pose. You get it now—the confidence that slowly trickles into you after every photo taken. You’ve never realised that you had this side of yourself, not until now, and you love it.
The close up shots only spell another layer of doom for San—he adores the budding confidence that you exude, but it makes it even harder for him to hold back, watching you make sultry expressions and poses close up. Through the viewfinder, his eyes try to focus on taking the photo but he finds himself being entranced by your stare. He counts down, then taking a few shots, not missing the growing smile you had.
San puts his camera away, reaching forward to your face to remove a stray hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, and his touch is warm on your face. It’s then you realise how physically close San is to you—you smell his cologne and it leaves your mind blank for a spilt second. He’s absorbed in fixing your hair, combing the strays off your face, the sound of his quiet breathing the only thing you hear. You look away, wondering if your heartbeat is loud enough for him to hear, and you hope it isn’t. San gives you a soft smile when his eyes finally meet yours.
He pulls back, preparing to take his camera for the next shot, but his leg gets tangled in the sheets.
Everything happens in a spilt second—his knee that shifts forward at first, pressing against the sheet that has unknowingly tangled around his other leg, then San trying to get up quickly with the tangled leg, realising a little too late by the time he falls right onto the bed.
Right onto you.
He almost squishes you. Almost. But he lands above you, supported by his elbows just in time before his body is in contact with yours.
Your heart races, way too quick for you to even process what just occurred. All knew you was:
One; San is right above you,
Two; his lips are hovering over yours,
Three; you feel something pressing against your pelvis.
And San stares down at you, his heart beating in his ears. He takes in the sight of you below him—eyes looking up at him through fluttered lashes, your heat radiating against his skin, your lips slightly parted in surprise.
As well as the strain in his pants when his eyes instinctively lower to your bare chest, your nipples peeking through your shirt, and that his little problem is just resting right on you.
“I’m sorry”, San whispers, breaking the silence that had hung between the both of you. “This usually doesn’t happen…”
You crack an amused smile. “Usually?”you reiterate teasingly. A tint of red flushes San’s cheeks and his clothed erection presses harder against your bare skin, and it makes you bite your lip.
“Fuck. I mean, this never happens. It’s just.. I’ve never felt this way about my boudoir models…”, he trails off. “I think you’re fucking stunning since you entered the studio, and I think you’re even more stunning now.”
Your heart flutters at his confession and this time, you feel yourself blush. A soft laugh escapes from the male above you when he sees you avoid eye contact from the shyness. His strings of rationale—yelling at him to stay professional—is snapping. He’s not lying. He’s never felt so attracted to any of his models before, until you, and now that he has you trapped under him, he doesn’t want to lose that chance.
“Should we end the session here?” San asks, with a quick glance at your pretty red lips.
Your fingers are playing with the dangling silver chain that he wears. He lets you, waiting for your response before he catches your gaze dances back to meet his again. Your hands shift to caress San’s jaw, and he takes it as a sign to make his move. You inhale softly as you feel his lips press onto yours, and it makes your head spin with glee. He tastes so heavenly, and your legs clench at the feeling that flutters between your thighs.
San slightly presses his body weight onto you, his erection only growing harder against your thigh. But it looks like he’s taking his time.
His fingertips warm your skin, and he lets them slip up your body, until he’s at your chest, barely covered by the sheer cotton material. His thumbs grazes against your nipples, and you gasp in between open mouthed kisses. You feel him smile, and he applies pressure, and the sensation goes right to your pussy.
He pulls back, watching your lip stick smudged, and your eyes dilate. You can’t help but feel entranced by San, and now you’re wondering how his face would look like when he falls apart.
And it makes you excited.
San lulls you back from your thoughts when you feel his lips suck softly against your neck, and now your fingers are playing with his soft locks of hair.
He’s slightly embarrassed at the way he’s growing even harder when he gingerly peels the white shirt away. His hands cup your bare tits, and he lowers himself to your left tit, giving it a couple of hungry licks and sucks, leaving your back arching and your mouth agape from how ticklish his tongue feels as he flicks your nipple. He doesn’t neglect the other nipple, giving it the same attention as he relishes in the way you fall apart for him. When he has his fun of sucking and making sure your nipples swell while you moan and tug his hair, he pulls away.
He sits up, pulls his shirt over his head and you’re left drooling at how chiseled his body looks. San unbuttons his pants and yanks it off, alongside his boxers, and you watch with awe as his cock springs out—hard and heavy against his abdomen. Your panties are tugged off you in no time, and you don’t miss the way his cock twitches when his eyes land on your slick covered cunt.
“You’re gonna be the death of me”, you hear him mutter before he collides his lips against yours once more. You squeal when you feel his fingers press onto your clit, giving it small rubs, watching and soaking your reactions—your whines and whimpers. There is a dull buzz in your mind every time your bundle of nerves get stimulated, and it builds up in your tummy.
“Oh god, you’re getting even wetter”, he sighs, his fingers completely soaked.
“It feels good. So good. Keep doing that”, you whisper, your fingers pressing against his arm. Your moans only grow louder as San picks up the speed on rubbing your clit, and it’s sending you over the edge way quicker than you wanted to.
San lowers himself to your head, and his husky voice vibrates in your ears.
“That’s it, keep coming undone. Let your mind shut off. You look so fucking beautiful like that.”
“San, San, fuck. I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck-“
Your eyes roll back as your orgasm washes over you, your body tensing as pleasure becomes the only thing you know. You barely catch onto the dirty things San is telling you, but you know he’s encouraging you to cum on his fingers like a good girl.
He makes sure he has your orgasm drawn out as long as possible, your mind completely blown out at that point. San sucks off your arousal on his fingers, before giving his cock a few pumps.
“You taste like heaven, babe. I’ll get a taste of that cunt soon, but right now, I really can’t wait”, San huffs, trying to keep himself composed as he slowly fucks his hand.
“San, hurry up, please. I need you, so fucking bad”, you whine, your fingers pulling your wet folds open for him.
His breathing goes heavy at your words. “Damn, the shoot really got you heated,” San teases.
“I can’t help it if my photographer makes me wet”, you reply with a playful smile.
Something seems to snap in San when he hears that—all he’s thinking about is wanting to drive his cock so deep into you that your mind completely blanks out.
So that’s what he does.
San lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes and inch in. His eyes dart to your face, licking the bottom of his lip when he watches your face contort into pleasure. His hands stroke your thighs as he pushes in a couple more inches, soaking in your broken moans as he stretches you out. He forces himself to stay composed despite the fact that you’re squeezing him with your warm and soft walls.
He manages to bury himself right to the hilt and he gasps at how perfectly fitted his cock is in you, an uncontrollable moan escaping his lips when he feels you convulse around his cock.
“San, you’re so big. I’m so filled”, you whimper through glazed eyes, his cock completely cutting off other senses as your thighs tremble. A smile tugs at his lips.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, pretty”, San tells you. Despite that, he waits for your green signal before he pulls out and drives his cock right into you.
Your mind switches off the moment his cock is fucking your pussy, because that’s all that matters. It’s so good. So fucking good.
His hands slither to your wrists, and has them pinned over your head as his cock pistons into you. You swear he’s driving you to be cock dumb by the end of this, but not like you fucking minded anyway.
“Look at you. Growing stupid over my cock already. So fucking adorable.”
You only nod in reply, biting your lip as his cock continues to render you speechless. Now San has completely flooded into the smallest crooks of your mind. San has his mind blank, his eyes darting from your fucked out expression to your bouncing tits.
Your cunt flutters once again and tears are pooling at the corner of eyes. The sounds of wet skin slapping echo around the studio.
“…wanna touch you”, you mutter. Despite the face that you loved that he was holding you down, you are feeling desperate to feel his skin as you dance on the fence of your orgasm. San releases your wrists, and he props himself better as he continues to pound into you, hitting the soft, spongy spot over and over again when he has your legs folded. When his pulls out, his cock is covered in a creamy mess. His head spins and his ego inflates at the thought him being the one who drove you to this point of mind blanking pleasure.
“No, no, I’m gonna cum again. So good. San!” His name leaving your lips as a whine. Your hands are gripping onto the loose unbuttoned sleeves of your shirt. His hands take yours and places them on his on his sides, and he groans at the way you’re clawing him.
“Shit. Fuck!” San curses when you cream on his cock even more on top of your walls hugging him tightly. You let go on his cock with a pleasured sob, legs twitching.
It’s not long before a long drawn out moan San releases as his warm cum completely floods your tight hole. He swears he wants to keep his cock tucked in your pussy because it feels that fucking good.
His face—oh, his fucking face when he orgasms. You barely recover from your second orgasm to watch San fall apart while he empties in your pussy, and it almost drives you to your third orgasm. Almost.
The both of you remain still for a moment, only breathing filling in the silence. Then, San slowly pulls out, watching the way his cum leaks out of your abused hole.
San pulls back, and he realises that he’s never seen a more beautiful sight—you, splayed out in nude, only covered by a measly white shirt that inevitably drives him crazy, with cum leaking out of your pretty hole while your body twitches against the white sheets.
He thinks that it’s a pity that his camera is out of reach, because it’s such a beautiful shot.
You glance at San with a shy smile as he hands you your panties. He hooks the your legs into the panties and pulls it up to your hips. You feel another load stain your panties while your thighs twitch.
San dresses himself quickly and extends his arm for you to take as he leads you off the bed. He knows he’s got extra work to wash the sheets but that’s the least of his worries.
What throws you off is when he pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple.
“I promise I’ve never done to any of my clients”, he reiterates.
“Unprofessional”, you tease, your hands sneaking up his shirt.
“Can’t fucking help it. I never knew fucking an Angel in my studio would be this exhilarating. It makes the thought of washing the bedsheets bearable”, he teases back, letting his fingers tangle in your hair.
Your mind goes completely blank when he tells you to wash out the loads in you, so he’ll fill you up once more when he brings you home, which earns him a slap on the chest. He gestures you to go change up, watching the way you remove your shirt to reveal your bare back, and he makes a mental note to start fucking you from behind.
And back at his place, he does. His eyes are hyper focused on the way your ass bounces on his cock. A loud slap reverberates in his room followed by a whimper.
He stills in you, spilling his load once more into your abused cunt as you cream all over him once again.
Then he has you wrapped up in his arms, peppering you with kisses as you’re teetering off your high.
“Stay over, won’t you?”, San requests, tucking a lock of hair behind your ears. You’re beginning to feel completely enamoured by the male. You nod as you melt into his arms.
San thinks it’s ridiculous how hard and fast he fell for you, but he’s confident that you’re his favourite model, ever.
Choi San: Of Loss and Love
C. A. Egger
Prologue:
One cool spring afternoon, Linnet Morgan’s boss, Mr. Kim of K-Q Entertainment, calls and informs her that she must escort Choi San and Park Seonghwa to the award ceremony tonight as they are to hand out one of the awards. He, unfortunately, got hung up with something else and could not make it. So he gave Linnet instructions to go to the company stylists, who would give her a glow-up appropriate for such an occasion. Then, the Limousine will pick them up around 6:30 pm and drive them into Seoul to the ceremony.
“But, I am only your assistant here,” she protests.
“Tonight, you’re the escort,” he says unrepentantly, “if you want to keep your job, that is.”
“Okay,” she acquiesced.
He hangs up.
“Insufferable asshole,” she mutters under her breath.
She sighs and gets her purse to do his bidding. That shoots her plans for a lovely, quiet evening at home. At least Choi San and Park Seonghwa aren’t the orneriest of the bunch, so she thinks that’s a plus in her favor. I think I can deal with them, okay, she thinks. What could go wrong, right?
The noona, Hyun Jae, to whom Linnet was sent, was happy to help. In fact, she was not a fan of Mr. Kim and his high-handed ways either, so she was delighted to disregard his instructions. First, she found a black sheath dress with a cute bolero jacket that complemented Linnet’s creamy complexion and chestnut-colored hair. Linnet was a little dubious about the thigh-high slit up the side and the low back but decided to roll with it. Next, Hyun Jae styled her hair into a simple updo and light makeup. Linnet could not believe the difference as she stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Linnet hugged Hyun Jae and thanked her for her kindness as she left with the bagged dress and matching classic black pumps.
With everything accomplished, Linnet could take a little time to relax before dressing. She ran into a snag when it came time to zip up the back of the little black dress. She couldn’t zip it up by herself! Oh shit, now what am I going to do? She thinks. No matter what gyrations she did, she could not reach the zipper. Well, if that isn’t a bit of a pickle! Time is running out, and she starts to panic. Then, there came a knock on the door. She looked out of the peephole, and Choi San was standing there, all decked out in a tuxedo. Linnet cracks open the door and asks him to please come in. He smiles, bows, and comes in. She closes the door behind him, careful not to turn her back to him.
“Umm, San, may I ask a huge favor, please,” Linnet asks, her face heating up with embarrassment.
“Sure,” he nods.
“Could you please zip my dress?”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“I can’t reach the zipper to zip it up,” Linnet says with an embarrassed smile.
He shrugs and says, “Okay, I can do that.”
Linnet turns her back so that he can zip up the dress. But, unbeknownst to Linnet, he sees a lot of her, including her lacey black underthings. He slowly runs the zipper up and fastens the pearl button on top, his fingers brushing Linnet’s skin.
“Done,” he says softly, and she feels his fingers glide across the low-cut back line of the dress. It sends a shiver down her spine.
“Thank you,” she says equally softly. They stare at each other for a long moment.
“We better go,” he says in a husky voice, “Seonghwa is waiting in the limo.”
She grabs her clutch bag and wrap as San holds the door for her. Finally, she locks the door with her keys and puts them in her clutch bag. Then, like a gentleman, he holds his arm out for her, and she puts her hand in the crook of his arm as they walk to the Limousine. Seonghwa is waiting in the limo, and San helps Linnet in. She sits in the middle between Seonghwa and San.
The red carpet is everything Linnet imagines. Rude reporters, camera flashes, screaming fans, and an exciting atmosphere. San and Seonghwa did very well; neither made any gaffes and were attentive. Not to mention, they both look very dapper in their tuxes. Linnet does her best to stay in the background but stays with them as she was ordered by Mr. Kim.
The after-party was tedious; Linnet really didn’t know that many people. She sat at the table where they were assigned to sip an iced green tea cocktail. Seonghwa was busy chatting with an acquaintance from their training days, and San had excused himself to use the men’s room. That left Linnet alone and open to any womanizing predators. Enter Jackson Wang.
San, on the way back from the men’s room, was ensnared by BamBam from Got7, another Kpop group, unaware that Jackson Wang had set his sights on Linnet. When the crowd parted for just a moment, he caught sight of Linnet talking with Jackson. She looked uncomfortable and, at the same time, annoyed with Jackson’s persistent flirting. San did not like this at all. Jackson had a bit of an unsavory reputation when it came to women and how he treated them. San excused himself from BamBam and returned to their table, just in time for him to see Jackson trying to get Linnet to come with him. She was adamantly refusing to leave. San sat next to Linnet and put his arm around her, smiling at Jackson as he did so.
“Hey, Jackson.”
Jackson, annoyed, frowned and said, “Go away, San, this lady is mine.”
“Mm, afraid not; she is here with me, so no. Go pick on someone else that would enjoy your bullshit.”
The two men stared each other down until Jackson dropped his eyes, levered himself up, and stalked off, rudely shoving his way past Seonghwa.
“Thank you for the rescue,” Linnet says.
“You’re welcome,” San says softly.
“What’s the matter with him?” Seonghwa asked.
“He was trying to get Linnet to leave with him,”
“Ugh! You dodged a bullet. He’s not a very nice man, Linnet.”
San checked his watch, and it was almost 11:00. “I think we should leave now.”
“Good idea; if I know Jackson, it won’t end there,” says Seonghwa, glancing at Jackson as he sat at the bar and glaring at San.
The trip back to the compound is made in silence. Linnet, San, and Seonghwa are tired and ready to call it a day. Linnet knows San’s leg is pressed against hers, and her heart beats faster. She wonders when the hell did this attraction happen? Yes, he is good-looking and polite and works hard to learn the choreography and the songs. What’s not attractive about him?
Seonghwa appears to be sleeping with his head tipped back against the headrest of the limo. San and Linnet sit without speaking for most of the ride, but something is happening. There is a highly charged tension between them. Finally, the limo enters the compound, and they can escape and go their separate ways. Linnet wishes them both a good night and turns to make her way to her apartment, except San insists on walking Linnet back. Seonghwa gives San a quizzical look, shrugs, and heads to their dorm. They stroll along without saying much; he pulls her hand into the crook of his arm. Finally, they get to her apartment, and she turns to unlock the apartment door. Linnet is ready to send him on his way, but he says, “Don’t you need help unzipping your dress?”
Damn, he had her there. There is no way Linnet can get out of the dress without his help. Embarrassed, she says, “Yes, I had forgotten.”
Linnet invites him in. They walk into her dark apartment, and she switches on the lights. She lays her keys and clutch bag on the table. With his hands in his trouser pockets, San watches her intently without saying anything. His perusal makes Linnet a little uncomfortable. They stare at each other for a long moment. Then, quietly, she asks, “Could you please unzip my dress.”
“Yes,” he says.
She turns her back to him so he can unzip the dress. San’s fingers slowly unfasten the pearl button and gently pull the zipper down. His fingers brush against her skin. He gently pushes her hair over her shoulder, and Linnet can feel his fingers trace the tattoo on her right shoulder and then on her left shoulder. Linnet can feel his warm breath on her neck, and his lips touch her skin. At that moment, she’s lost; he will make love to her, and she will let him.
Slowly, she turns to him and looks into his intense brown eyes, darkened with desire. Finally, he cups her face with his hands and kisses her. San’s arm snakes around her waist. His other arm curls around her neck, crushing her against his body as his mouth devours hers. His tongue brushes against Linnet’s lower lip, encouraging her to let him in. Their tongues twist and slide together in a dance of their own. Linnet slides her arms up around San’s neck and kisses him back.
“Nae Yeon-in” (My sweetheart), San whispers against her lips, breaking the kiss. They are both breathless. San’s hands-on Linnet’s shoulders push the little black dress off, and it slithers down her body to land in a pool of black silk at her feet. She is standing before him in just her lacey black underthings. San’s breath hisses as he gazes at her nearly nude body.
“I want you; let me love you,” he whispers seductively.
Linnet nods in acceptance. What can she say? She wants him as much as he wants her. San sweeps her up in his arms, and she points toward her bedroom. San kicks the door open and kicks it shut again. Nothing is heard but the sounds of pleasure they make as they reach the pinnacle of their lovemaking.
Part One
Four Years Later
San is summoned to a mandatory meeting with KQ Entertainment and the management team. He doesn't know why they want him at this meeting. So, he asks if it is okay to bring Park Seonghwa. Seonghwa, the group's "mother hen," is the go-to for emotional support. Honestly, he doesn't feel good about this meeting; something is up, so he is glad they gave him permission to bring Park Seonghwa.
When San and Seonghwa reach the meeting room, his management team and some grim-faced attorneys are inside, seated at the conference table. They bow and are asked to be seated at the long conference table.
"What is going on," San asks curiously, looking from one face to another.
With a sour face, the KQ's corporate attorney, Mr. Kim, introduces Mr. Bruce Campbell, attorney for the recently deceased Linnet Morgan. Those words hit San with the velocity of a bullet train. "Nononononono," whispers San as his face loses all color. The corporate attorney, Mr. Kim, gives San a venomous glare and stiffly tells him that he does not have to hear what Mr. Campbell says.
"I have a letter addressed to you from my late client, Linnet Morgan," Mr. Campbell says, equally as terse as Mr. Kim and unperturbed by Mr. Kim's rudeness. Mr. Campbell picks up his briefcase and lays it on the table before him. He opens his attache case and gives San the letter, saying, "I was instructed to provide you with this in person, "obliquely hinting that KQ can't be trusted.
Mr. Kim again tries to interrupt, but San waves him off. It's evident by this time that Mr. Kim doesn't want San to talk to Mr. Campbell – but why? There is a mystery as to why Linnet vanished without a word, and San wants to know why, as his management team and the corporate have refused to discuss it, to San's frustration. However, he feels that the truth is going to come out. Slowly, San tears open the sealed envelope and pauses before unfolding the letter. Seonghwa lays a hand on his shoulder, sensing this will be painful for San.
Seonghwa doesn't know the whole story, but he knows enough as he was with San the first time he met Linnet. Mr. Kim dragooned Linnet into escorting them to an awards ceremony in Seoul while he dallied with his mistress in Busan. San looks up at Seonghwa, and Seonghwa can see the uncertainty and pain in his eyes. Seonghwa nods at San, encouraging him to read the letter. San takes a deep breath and begins to read:
Dearest San,
I will have departed this life by the time you receive this letter. But, before I go, you deserve to know the truth about what happened. I did not leave Korea willingly; our relationship was discovered and turned into management. Once our relationship was outed, I was fired and sent back to the United States in disgrace. Mr. Kim also told me that if I attempted to contact you or any of the others in the group, I would face prosecution in Seoul for harassment and stalking, and he promised he would make it stick.
Not long after returning home, I found out I was pregnant with your child. You need to know, my love, that you have a beautiful little girl, Lillian Rose Choi, born on April 25, 2020. Lillian was born nine months after I left Korea. She weighed 6 lbs. and 14 oz, and she looks like you, my dearest San.
San drops the letter on the floor in shock and begins hyperventilating. San didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't this. A deep groan of pain pushes past San's lips. Seonghwa pushes San's head between his knees and murmurs quietly to San to take deep breaths. Everyone heard the audible sound of San's heart breaking in the room's quietness. Then, Mr. Kim begins to berate Mr. Campbell for upsetting San. Unmoved, Mr. Campbell stares frostily back because he knows the truth and knows KQ would have thrown the letter away without San being the wiser. This was the only way San would see the truth.
Seonghwa presses a tissue in San's hand after he quiets down. San wipes his eyes and blows his nose. San picks up the letter from the floor and grimly continues reading.
A year ago, I was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. I had a mastectomy and began chemotherapy. Unfortunately, it is an aggressive form of cancer that spread to other parts of my body, and I was told I had little time left. I tried to contact your management team to inform you about Lillian. I was rebuffed and told you wanted nothing to do with your daughter and she could not be yours. I knew that could not be true, so I hired Mr. Bruce Campbell to represent me and get through to you legally. Lillian is your flesh and blood, and it is my dying wish for her to be with you, her father.
Tears run down San's face; he looks up at Mr. Campbell.
"When may I see my daughter," he asks quietly.
No way Mr. Kim wants this to happen, so he loudly and rudely disputes any paternal testing and how that couldn't possibly be San's child; for all he knew, she could have slept with many men and is trying to extort money from KQ and San. Seonghwa winces, knowing what's coming but powerless to stop it.
"Shut the fuck up," San shouts, his fury detonating with the force of an atomic bomb and jumping out of his chair, "Just shut the fuck up! You don't know her!"
Mr. Kim shuts his mouth and gives San a dirty look, promising retribution. San leans over the table and angrily asks, "How could you keep something like this from me?"
San is livid, and he coldly stares down Mr. Kim. Mr. Kim drops his eyes. Everyone stares at San in shock. Never have they seen San this coldly angry. Of course, Seonghwa has seen him angry before, but this is an extraordinary circumstance.
Mr. Campbell ignores Mr. Kim's bluster, takes two photographs from his briefcase, and slides them across the table to San. One is San's baby picture, and the other is a photo of an adorable baby girl. There is no denying the paternity of this child, as the baby pictures look alike. Lillian looks just like San, with his almost feline features and Linnet's hazel eyes and slight, subtle differences here and there. San drops back into his chair and picks up both photographs, his eyes glassy with tears. Never in his wildest imagination did he expect something of this magnitude; they had tried to be so careful, but one time, in the heat of passion, contraception never entered their minds until it was too late. Mr. Campbell watches San's reaction intently and nods in approval because Linnet was right about San – he had no idea that KQ Entertainment had fired Linnet and sent her away with threats of retribution if she ever returned.
"She looks just like you, San," Seonghwa says in amazement, looking over San's shoulder at the photographs.
"There's more," Mr. Campbell tells San. Mr. Campbell reaches into his briefcase again and pulls out a small stack of books and two larger ones. He slides them across the table to San. Mr. Kim is huddled in the corner, whispering to Ateez's management team, undoubtedly trying to salvage the situation, knowing they will not be seen in a good light and fear a potential lawsuit that would be justified. San picks up the top book and flips the cover open. These are Linnet's private journals, and San will no doubt find the answers he seeks in these journals. San lays them aside for later reading when he is alone. Then, he pulls the more significant book from the bottom of the stack and flips the cover open. It is a scrapbook, lovingly put together, chronicling Linnet's pregnancy and Lillian's birth. As he flips through the pages, he sees ultrasound pictures of Lillian's development in Linnet's womb and Linnet displaying her growing baby bump. San's heart aches, and tears roll down his face as he realizes how much he missed. He would have gladly been at Linnet's side during her pregnancy, and she would not have been alone through birth, cancer, or even death. Pain and raw fury sweep through San; he feels this is the ultimate betrayal.
Mr. Campbell pulls two black DVD cases out of his briefcase. He slides it across the table to San.
"Linnet wanted the birth to be recorded for you," says Mr. Campbell, "The other is a recording of her memorial service."
San begins to sob anew, his heart now completely broken. His Linnet had such a loving heart to ensure San was included in everything, even if he didn't know. Oh, San thinks KQ corporate and his management team will pay for this. Seonghwa's arm goes around his shoulders, silently giving him comfort. He is glad he insisted Seonghwa be present for emotional support and as a witness.
Finally, San is calm enough to hear what else Mr. Campbell has for him after a few minutes. San wipes his eyes and hiccups a bit. Mr. Campbell slides a small manila envelope across the table to him. San stares at it before slowly picking it up and opening it. Inside the manila envelope are three small black velvet pouches. San opens the first pouch, pouring the contents into his hand - it's the silver promise ring San gave Linnet. Memories slam into San as he remembers when he asked her to marry him, and she said yes; then he slid it on her finger and kissed her. She smiled lovingly at San as he asked her to wait for him, knowing Ateez wouldn't last forever. San doubles over in pain; this is almost more than his heart can take. Seonghwa gently rubs his back, tears running down his face, too. For now, San will put the ring on a chain around his neck, and when the time comes, he will pass it down to Lillian, but he will slide it on his pinkie finger for now.
The contents of the second velvet pouch reveal a necklace with a silver heart. San looks at Mr. Campbell with a question in his swollen, tear-reddened eyes.
"Linnet requested that some of her ashes be made into memorial necklaces for you and Lillian," Mr. Campbell says gently. San nods. That way, part of her will always be with San and their daughter. He slips the chain around his neck and tucks the heart under his shirt.
San asks again, "When may I see my daughter?"
Mr. Kim objects loudly; he doesn't want San to see or get attached to this baby because they won't allow him to keep it, as if they had a say in this matter. Mr. Campbell ignores Mr. Kim's tantrum and gestures to his assistant, who gets up, leaves the room, and returns in a few minutes with a little girl about two or three years old, dressed in a little purple dress, in her arms. The little girl looks frightened and has her thumb firmly in her mouth. The assistant sits in the chair beside San and sits the child on her lap, facing San.
"Lillian, this your Papa," she says. Lillian eyes San suspiciously, not sure she wants anything to do with him. San sniffles and smiles at her through the tears that cloud his eyes. She is so beautiful! He marvels that he and Linnet created this beautiful child. Seonghwa is amazed at the two faces that so resemble each other.
"Hello, beautiful," San quietly says. He makes no attempt to touch Lillian yet. Instead, he lets Lillian take the time to study him so she can get comfortable with him. Eventually, Lillian decides San is okay and holds her chubby little arms out with a giggle. He carefully takes her from the assistant and sets her in his lap. Then, Lillian stares at San solemnly with Linnet's hazel eyes. Tears are pouring down San's cheeks; Lillian pats San's cheek. That hits San hard in the heart, and he tries hard to stifle the sobs welling up in his chest as he doesn't want to scare her. Finally, he gently pulls Lillian against his chest, burying his tear-stained face in her soft baby hair.
"Da-da?" she says. San cries harder, rocking and hugging her tighter until she starts to squirm in protest. Seonghwa implores San to stop crying; he doesn't want the little girl to freak out because San is a total mess, his face blotchy and eyes red and swollen from crying. San is enchanted by his little daughter but still can't accept the news of Linnet's death.
Seeing this, Mr. Campbell gently suggests meeting again tomorrow to deal with the rest of Linnet's bequests, against Mr. Kim's wishes, of course, to give San the necessary time to come to terms with Linnet's death and accept his new role as a father. He can clearly see that San is nearly at the end of his rope – too many shocks to the system simultaneously. San doesn't want to part with his daughter yet, but Seonghwa sees this wisdom and gently persuades San to let her go for tonight. San holds her tight against his chest, laying his cheek on her head, and then reluctantly gives Lillian back to the assistant after kissing and telling her, "Daddy loves you."
"Da-da," Lillian says, starting to fuss and holding her chubby arms out to San as the assistant whisks her out.
They agreed to meet again at 11:00 am in this same room tomorrow morning. As Mr. Campbell leaves, he lays a compassionate hand on San's shoulder, conveying his sympathy for his loss. San nods as tears stream down his cheeks, and Mr. Campbell shakes Seonghwa's hand before leaving the room. As soon as Mr. Campbell leaves the room and the door closes, Mr. Kim starts berating San for causing this mess, but Seonghwa is pissed off and has had enough of Mr. Kim's bullshit.
"Don't you think San has had to endure enough for today, thanks to your meddling," Seonghwa snaps, glaring daggers at the attorney. Mr. Kim ignores Seonghwa and continues ranting as Seonghwa somehow gets San up, but San is dazed and grieving. Seonghwa packs up San's books and things Mr. Campbell brought, puts his arm around San's waist, and guides him out with San leaning heavily against him. With difficulty, because San isn't putting much effort into walking, Seonghwa gets San back to the dorm and up to his dorm room. He removes San's boots and jeans, helps him into his sleeping shorts, and puts him to bed. Seonghwa pulls a chair beside the bed, preparing to sit with him. His head and heart aching, San smiles weakly at Seonghwa and closes his eyes, but tears track down his cheeks, his breath hitching as he tries to hold the sobs in.
"Let it go, San, don't keep your grief in. Everything will be okay, San," Seonghwa says, smoothing San's hair back from his face and gently wiping away San's tears. San doesn't respond. Seonghwa waits until San's breathing deepens, and he is solidly out before leaving the room and finding Hongjoon. Seonghwa might be considered the "Mom" of the group, but Hongjoon is the "Dad" of the group. He finds Hongjoon in their dorm room playing a video game.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Hongjoon turns off the game and asks, "What's on your mind, Seonghwa?"
Seonghwa explained the corporate and management team meeting to Hongjoon. About San, Linnet, and San's surprise daughter Lillian. How he brought San home, put him to bed, and the state of San's emotions. Seonghwa also tells Hongjoon that he plans to stay with San all night if he needs something and is worried about San. Hongjoon nods, "That sounds like a good idea."
Finally, Seonghwa sends Yunho, San's roommate, a text asking if it would be okay if they could trade beds for the night. Yunho returned a text, giving his assent but with a question mark asking what was happening.
Hongjoon is genuinely shocked at the callousness displayed by Mr. Kim and the management team. Hongjoon decides right then and there to gather the rest of the group up and explain what is going on, with San's permission, and make some plans to help San in any way they can. Neither said out loud, but they were thinking, how would they treat the rest of them if they could be this cold and callous to San? Seonghwa agrees, and Hongjoon calls for a group meeting while Seonghwa checks on San. Seonghwa peeks in the door of San's room. San is sleeping, but it is a restless sleep with more than likely dreams of Linnet. Seonghwa idly wonders if Mr. Kim and the management team will force San into giving up his daughter. He hopes not; that just might push San over the edge. Seonghwa goes down to the dorm room he shares with Hongjoon, grabs his pillow, pajamas, and toothbrush, and returns to San's room. Yunho tiptoes shortly after the meeting and gets his pillow and pajamas, giving Seonghwa a brief smile, but his eyes are sorrowful when he glances at the sleeping San.
2:00 am, San sits bolt upright in his bed, sobbing and gasping, "Linnet!"
Again, the pain of losing Linnet is tearing him apart. Seonghwa is there instantly, letting San cry on his shoulder as he murmurs comfortingly, rubbing San's back until his harsh sobbing abates. Seonghwa snags the box of tissues from the nightstand, pulls some out, and gives them to San. San mops up his tears, still hiccupping. Seonghwa gets him a bottle of water and some Tylenol for his headache. San's eyes are still wild with pain, but he's slowly coming around.
"San, I know you're hurting right now, and you will be for a while, but you need to give some thought to your little one," Seonghwa says quietly.
San nods blankly, although it is debatable whether he understood being steeped in his grief over Linnet and what could have been.
"Do you think you can go back to sleep?"
San nods, lying on his pillow and closing his eyes as Seonghwa turns off the bedside lamp and sits in the chair beside the bed. San's mind is churning thinking about Linnet having to endure all of this alone, probably thinking San was a fuckboy and had moved on to the next girl. However, he eventually came around to thinking about seeking revenge.
San wasn't even allowed to choose whether to give up his career with Ateez and pursue a life with Linnet and the baby. KQ had taken the liberty to make a choice for him and then lie and hide it from him. This is something that San cannot easily forgive. He wasn't even allowed to defend his relationship with Linnet to KQ. He wondered who saw them and turned them in. Maybe he should talk to Mr. Campbell about his options now that his trust in KQ Entertainment has been irrevocably broken.
San decides he is going to keep Lillian with him. He would be lying if he said he isn't a little afraid of being a father to this tiny human because it is a daunting prospect, especially since Linnet is dead and they can't work together to raise Lillian. He doesn't know the first thing about caring for a child, but that doesn't mean he can't learn. San hears Seonghwa get up and move to his bed. Eventually, San drifts into a heavy slumber, uninterrupted until the alarm goes off at 6:00 am.
San, awakened by the alarm at 6:00 am, groans and rolls over to slam his hand on the snooze button. His eyes feel dry, gritty, and swollen from his tears in the last 24 hours. He stares at the ceiling unseeingly, replaying in his mind the precious moments of his and Linnet's courtship. Once again, the tears flow, and he feels hollow, numb, and dead inside.
Linnet disappeared so abruptly that he should have suspected KQ's and Mr. Kim's complicity. They must have been careless, and someone had obviously seen them together and reported the violation in the no dating clause of his contract. San was suspicious about the short explanation he received from corporate about her disappearance, and he was warned to stop asking questions or face the consequences. San held tightly onto the hope that they would find each other again, but now her death has shattered that hope. He does have one thing, his little daughter Lillian – she was the result of his and Linnet's love. A gift from Linnet. A father! I'm a father! I have a daughter! San thinks. He smiles grimly through his tears because he will fight like hell to keep her. San is pretty sure KQ will be against him keeping Lillian.
There is a soft tap on the door, and it opens to reveal Seonghwa, who had risen a little earlier. Seonghwa wanted to check on San and make sure he was okay. So he comes in and sits on the edge of the bed next to San.
"Did you sleep well," Seonghwa asks.
San sighs deeply and says, "Not really. I have too many things to think about."
San pulls himself up into a sitting position, and Seonghwa adjusts the pillows behind San's back. San wipes away his tears and sniffles. San's face is pale, and his eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, with dark circles under them. However, they aren't dazed or wild with pain anymore. Instead, Seonghwa sees that San has accepted what is and not what could have been, painful as it is. Seonghwa pulls San in for a brief hug, and San lays his head on Seonghwa's shoulder and sniffles a bit more while Seonghwa rubs his back comfortingly. San wants to pour his heart out to Seonghwa, but they are interrupted. There is another discreet tap on the door, and Hongjoon pokes his head around the door.
"May I come in," he asks.
"Yeah," San says.
"Are you doing okay, San?"
"No," San says quietly, "eventually, maybe."
"Have you decided on what you are going to do?"
"The first thing, I think, is to talk to Mr.Campbell," San replied, "But I don't know where he is staying. It would be best to see him without management knowing."
"Hold that thought," Seonghwa says as he jumps up and dashes out of the room. He returns within a few minutes bearing a business card with Mr. Campbell's phone number and the hotel's name and room number.
"He slipped this into my hand yesterday when he was leaving," Seonghwa says, "He knew Mr. Kim would be watching you closely."
San looks at the card and sees the hotel near the compound. He is resolved to meet with Mr. Campbell. He has many questions that need to be answered. The door opens, and Yunho pokes his head around the door. "May I come in?"
"Yes!"
Yunho walks to San and gives him a hug. Not long after, the rest of the group files in to provide San with a hug. San is usually not a super emotional guy, but he tears up a bit at the support from the rest of the group. Next, they fill San in on some decisions they have made to give San support. Hongjoon has talked to Lee Know and Chang Bin from Stray Kids, and Mingi has contacted his buddies Ravn and Leedo from Oneus to support him. Next, they want to talk to the rap line from BTS and maybe some girls from Black Pink. Oh, and maybe EXO, SHINee, and Enhyphen, too. Again, San is emotionally overwhelmed by the love and support he is getting from his group members.
Jongho says with a smirk, "I always wanted to be an uncle!"
Lillian is getting seven new "uncles." The group discusses how they can make this work for San and Lillian, but San cautions that they don't know what KQ and Mr. Kim will do, if anything.
Was it Fate?
This is a reader request by @bethanysnow, who holds membership to my Patreon. Her request is as follows:
"I have a request~ what about San from Ateez getting paired up on a variety show with a designer that is getting popular in South Korea?? For plus size fashion? And I can totally see him just falling head over heels for her~ ^-^"
This is my first ever Reader Request, and I am more than happy to fulfill it as Bethany has been my main support for my story, American Mate!
Pairing: Idol!San x Plus-sized FemReader
Status: Reader Request, One-shot
Word Count: 11,194
Genre: Variety Show Fluff
Warnings: None
Thank you to @cyaspeedy and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for this story's artwork and banners.
As a plus-sized woman, you intimately understood the challenges of finding stylish and comfortable clothing. The sleek jumpsuits, the simple evening gowns, and the flowy summer dresses that were supposedly one-size-fits-all never quite fit the bill for you. It was this personal struggle that sparked your realization that clothes were an art form, and you were ready to create your masterpiece.
Your decision to launch a clothing line exclusively for plus-sized women was a game-changer. It was a mission that resonated with many, and it took numerous visits with investors and hours of hand sewing before your line took off. The unexpected support from the long-standing House of Schiaparelli propelled your mission to new heights. While the House of Schiaparelli offers women the essence of bold style and timeless allure, your mission was clear–“Everybody deserves clothes they feel good in.”
Your brand's success was a whirlwind. In just 11 months, 17 days, and 18 styles later, you had a summer line ready to go. Your diligence and unique aesthetic caught the attention of some of the nation's top photographers and production directors. Once you pitched the idea to the producing director, it only took a few days to get the ball rolling.
Like most advertisements, you were blessed to work with some of the top Idols. However, unlike most brands that stuck with just one Idol or one Idol group, you wanted some from different groups because it supported your ideals of inclusion. Your concept was a couple having a date at a cat cafe; your love of furry pets is never-ending, which is reflected not only in your design but also in the ads.
While you had been a fan of K-pop music for many years, you found it easy to work with the different Idols. BamBam from GOT7 ended up adopting a cat from the cafe. Lisa from BlackPink surprised many, but her love for cats and the group's support for the LGBTQ+ community perfectly fit your brand's mission to include everyone. However, it was shocking that your advertisement also included Lee Know of Stray Kids and Yoongi from BTS.
Soon, your commercial played on screens nationwide, from Doota Mall to Starfield COEX Mall and even Lotte Department Store.
“Alright, can we please stick together this time?” Hongjoong requests the other members. “We really don’t want to leave Wooyoung at the mall again.”
“Hey! That was a one-time thing, captain!” whines Wooyoung, making the others laugh.
Shopping with the other members was always easier for San. Despite his onstage presence, he was, is, and will always be an introvert. San has often seen videos of the group with remarks about Ateez being out and about and San looking more like their manager rather than another member.
This fact makes San proud because he is all about being comfortable and looking good. Yeah, he wears clothes onstage to showcase himself for Atiny, and he loves it. In his everyday life, though, he likes to be comfortable in baggy hoodies and pants, loose shirts, and things that make him feel good but not showy.
Mosing around the mall with the other members, having already bought what he came for, San sees a new ad with Lee Know. Having worked with Stray Kids during Kingdom: Legendary War, he became close with Minho and Felix. Now that he thinks about it, Minho mentioned a new job that he thought San would be perfect for, but he was out of the country at Coachella and couldn’t join.
Stopping to watch the ad as it replays, the most angelic voice comes over, explaining this was the laugh of a new line called “Byeol” by Y/n, which is exclusively making a one-size-fits-all for plus-sized women. The clothing is eye-catching and flattering. The concept of the ad is charming, and at the end of the ad is you.
Your hair and makeup are done simply while you are wearing a lovely pant jumper that showcases the curves of your hips, the thickness of your thighs, and the beauty of your bare shoulders. When you say the closing statement, “Byeol, a plus-sized clothing line to make any woman a star because everyone deserves clothes they feel good in,” a smile seals the deal for San.
The visual component of the ad showcasing his friend and a lovely plus-sized woman in a summer dress at a Cat Cafe is long forgotten. The only thing of importance is you, the one who has stolen his breath and heart.
What San also forgets is the rest of his group. It doesn’t take long before Wooyoung realizes the dance master is missing, “Where did San go?”
“Dude, its either you or him that always gets sidetracked by shiny things. Hwa, can you find him please?” Hongjoong asks.
“Fine, but I am taking Woo with me. I swear he has a built-in San finder.” Grabbing the member mentioned, the two go off to find San, “Meet you back at the van!”
Turning a few corners, the two find San staring at the ad as it replays. Wooyoung bumps into San, “Hey San, what's up why did you stop?”
Breaking the stupor he had fallen into, San looks at the two members with a huge blushing smile, “Oh sorry, I just… well, look.” He points to the ad, drawing the attention of his best friend/soulmate and Seonghwa. Once you appear on the screen, it clicks. Both of them snap their attention back to San to watch his face light up and blush color his cheeks.
“Oh, I see what stopped you. The pretty designer has caught our Sannie’s attention, I see,” remarks Seonghwa teasingly. Wiggling his eyebrows at the younger member, he said, “Y/n, I haven’t heard of that name before.”
“She is new. This is her first line of clothes called ‘Byeol,’” San says while watching you on the ad, wanting to memorize everything he can.
“She named her line the same name as your cat? Do you think she is an Atiny?” Wooyoung asks.
“I don't know, but I wanna shoot myself for not pushing for that ad campaign that Minho tried to get me on. I think it was this one. I could have met her, spoken to her even.” San laments.
“Maybe Minho has a way to contact her, ya know? We are able to get in touch with our brands. I am sure he has a way.” Hwa, always the mother, says with hope.
“That’s right! I have to call him!” San lights up.
“But first let’s get out of here before people start wondering why three guys are staring at women’s clothes and word gets out that we are pervy, okay?” Hwa pushes the other playfully.
Several days have passed, and San is no closer to finding you than he was standing in the mall. Calling Minho had been a bust because, unlike most brands, your brand didn’t want to have long-term ambassadors. Minho mentioned that you seemed to live simply and cared for everyone there like they were your family. Paying for everything, and even holding a party at the end for everyone where you gave everyone a red envelope.
While he loved hearing how generous and caring you were, he did not love Minho’s affectionate tone whenever he talked about you. Was he interested in you, too, or was it just because of the great experience? Oh no, what if you had someone already? What if you didn’t want an Idol? What if you wanted someone like Lisa?
While it drove his bandmates up the wall, San pretty much had all of your advertisements running on replay, but now he was driving himself up the wall without being able to find a way to contact you. You had no social media accounts, your brand’s website was simplistic, and the contact number was for a messaging service. At this point, if it wasn’t for Minho seeing you, one might think you were AI.
Ring Ring
“Hello?”
“Hey Sannie, it’s Felix.”
“Oh hey, Lix. I am not really in the mood to chat right now.”
“Yeah, I know. Minho and Woo mentioned you have been really down lately because you cannot find Y/n, right?”
“Seriously, they are telling other people?”
“We all care about you, Sannie. Especially Woo, and you should know that. But I think I may have good news for you. Woo said something about you guys taking a small break to get ready for your world tour right?”
“Yeah. Captain thought it would be a good idea. Be fresh and ready for Atiny in America. But what does that have to do with anything?”
“Would you be interested in doing something solo for half of that time? Say a variety show with me and Y/n?”
“No way! How? When?”
“The producers just booked me yesterday, and I happened to run into Y/n and found out she was going to join it as the ‘new up and comer.’ Something about trying to show the world that there are things worse in life than being chubby.”
“That is great! But Lix, how am I going to get on?”
“It turns out S. Coups from Seventeen was supposed to join, but his knee hasn’t healed enough, and now they are short an Idol. So, I may have dropped your name. They should be reaching out soon, and filming starts at the end of next week. Just a heads up.”
“LIXXIE! No way! I have to pack, I have to get a hold of my manager, I have to… I have to go!”
“Bye Sannie see you next week I guess.”
~One-on-one Interview with Y/n~
“Okay, sit there and face the camera. It will be a simple interview. You got this,” the MC, who you recently learned is Sung Hanbin from the new K-pop group ZeroBaseOne.
Nodding, you sit down, the production team milling around while fixing things like hair, makeup, wardrobe, and who knows what else. “Sorry, this is my first time doing anything even close to this.”
“Not to worry. You were requested by almost everyone here because of your ad campaign and the high marks you got for your debut line. This is my first time hosting a variety show, so we can both have our first together. Let’s start. Fighting”
The lights around the set dim, leaving you and Hanbin in bright stage lights.
“Hello and welcome to YouPlusMe, the newest variety show where up-and-comers take on challenges with some of the industry's most famous idols. Let us meet one of the “newbies.” She has taken the fashion world by storm with her bubbly personality, strong values, and unwavering determination. It’s time to be the powerhouse behind The house of Y/l/n and the mastermind of “Byeol”, Miss Y/l/n Y/N.”
“Hello! Everyone! I am excited and nervous to be here. I am Y/n. Thank you for all your upcoming support in my first variety show adventure.”
“Miss Y/n, it’s been only a week since your launch and you are already the talk of the town. What makes Byoel so interesting?”
“I think my mission statement and line challenges the conservative fashion views not only here but around the world. Being the talk of the town, as you put it, has brought both positive and negative conversations. I believe that you can be healthy and beautiful without being skinny and petite.”
“What a powerful statement. You are clearly a model for your work and have already stolen the hearts of many. You worked with some very powerful idols for your ad and I have a letter from one of the Idols you worked with, ‘Y/n-ah, Your beauty comes not only from your smile but from your heart as well. I cannot wait for the world to see the diamond that you truly are. I enjoyed working with you and cannot wait to see where you go. Always your supporter, Min Yoongi.’”
A blush creeps up your neck. “Oh my! Mr. Min was a pleasure to work with. Actually, all of the idols who worked on the campaign were professional and seemed to support my ideals.”
“Did you have a favorite idol?”
“Lee Know was the easiest to work with, which I thought was odd. As a card-carrying Stay, he really was down to earth, and once he warmed up, it was nice to see that he wasn’t always the stone-cold Lee Know persona that he is known for.”
“Oh you are a Stay? Did you know that Felix will be joining us?”
“Yes, I did, actually. We met by accident. I was coming and he was going.”
“The show will consist of three teams of two and compete in a series of games. One up and comer matched with one Idol for each team. Wonder if you will be teamed up with one of your Favorite Group Idols.”
“As much as I love Felix-ssi, I don’t know if we would make a good team.”
~One-on-one Interview with Felix~
“She said what? And admitted she is a Stay! Awh… Y/n you break my heart. I guess being an Idol doesn’t save you from that.”
“If you are not on her team, maybe you can use her Stay heart to fluster her into making mistakes.”
“Yeah, no. Lee Know said she gets very focused and didn’t even flutter when she met him. I mean the short meeting we had in the hall, all she did was say hello, introduce herself, and wish me luck in the show. I didn’t even realize she was a Stay.”
“It seems like Y/n is going to be a wild card.”
~One-on-one Interview with San~
“I cannot wait to meet the rest of the contestants for the show.”
“So, San, you were a last moment addition. What made you decide to join on such short notice?”
“Oh, easy, Y/n-shi. I love her clothing line, and once Felix-ah told me she was on this, I knew I had to be here too.”
“Oooo, so have you had a chance to meet Y/n yet?”
“No, I haven’t met anyone else. But hey, I get to work with Felix-ah again after Kingdom and I get to meet Y/n-shi. I say that I am already going to have a good time!”
“I think it’s going to be an interesting show to say the least. We have Felix from Stray Kids, the soloist Eunbi, and San from Ateez for our Idols. For our up and comers we have my ZeroBaseOne bandmate Kim Gyuvin, Ko Chanbin from Namoo Actors, and Y/n CEO of The house of Y/l/n. The teams have been picked by our viewers, so it’s time for them to meet for the first time.”
~Yellow Team Interview~
“Felix-hyung and Chanbin-ah, you were the first team to be chosen by the fans with a whopping 10.8 billion votes. How does that make you feel?” asked MC Hanbin.
“Shocking, really!” Felix says while blushing.
“I wasn’t sure I was going to be picked at all but I guess there are more BL fans out there than I thought. Thank you, everyone for your support,” Chanbin bows humbly to the camera.
“Between Stays and Yaoi fandoms, I am pretty sure we will become a strong team with their love and support guiding us, right Chanbin-ah?”
“That’s right Felix-hyung. We will fight for you!”
~Red Team Interview~
“Waaahh, talk about having the advantage. Both of you debuted with K-pop groups because you were able to survive the shows which created them,” comments MC Hanbin.
“Hanbin-ah, you survived with me too! You tell me if this is an advantage or not,” Gyuvin laughs as he points out his leader is the MC.
“Oh that’s right, you both are part of ZeroBaseOne! You are really new to the music industry Gyuvin-ah. Don’t worry. We survived one show, we can survive another,” Eunbi encourages.
It was almost time to meet your Idol partner. So many of the staff seemed to be giddy about your meeting. You could hear their whispers and giggles, but there were a few sneers and looks of hate. Who were you paired with that would cause this kind of reaction?
“Hey, Y/n-shi, are you ready to go? Oh, is that another one of your pieces?” your assigned manager asks. Today, you decided to wear one of the more classic items in your collection. Your shirt is a crop top that feels like you are wearing a cloud on your sleeves. It’s paired with a black pencil-like skirt with a white scallop edge that starts at your ankle and curves around the front to connect to the opposite hip.
“Yes, it’s from the professional line set to come out in early fall. I thought it would be good for the first meeting. Do you think it’s too much?” you question now, wondering if you are toeing the line of the rules and regulations.
“No, it’s gorgeous. You said it would be available in the fall. I am going to have to watch out for it. I think it would be lovely for my sister,” she praises.
“Oh, before the end of the filming, let me get your number, and I will send you one directly. Thank you for taking care of me!”
“Really? You are so caring, Y/n-shi. Thank you. Now, let’s go before we get behind.”
You walk onto the set and take your seat. Noticing you were the last one, you bow with apologies for your delay, and the interview starts.
Meanwhile, San was the first to arrive on set, his nerves going everywhere. He had learned from Felix that there was now a 50/50 chance that he would be teamed up with you. He wore a simple black suit jacket with black dress slacks and shoes. No one could ever go wrong with black, right?
Next came MC Hanbin, taking his seat with a smile and simple greeting, “Hello San-hyung. Did you know that Gyuvin-ah was on the show too? You met recently right?”
“Oh, he's here too? I didn’t know. Waaa, he would be fun to team up with, but hopefully, he could concentrate. He was so shocked that I was Soft Tofu,” chuckled San.
“He wouldn’t stop talking about it the whole next week. For the sake of my members, I hope you two are not teamed up because he will never stop!”
“Don’t you know who everyone is teamed up with?” San questions.
Hanbin only smiles and nods his head, then follows it with mimicking, zipping his mouth shut.
It takes a few minutes before a slight commotion comes from the side, indicating that the other teammate has arrived. Taking an anxious breath, San looks to see who is coming, only to lose it once you walk around the corner and sit next to him.
“Y/n-shi, glad you made it safely. Any problems?” Hanbin asks, his eyes shifting between you and San.
“Oh no problems. Just wanted to make sure my outfit was approved by PD-nim.”
“You're perfect,” San finally says, his eyes never leaving you.
~Purple Team Interview~
“I think Fate might be playing a hand in matching this team up,” MC Hanbin says, which only confuses you.
“Why do you say that? I am sorry but I really don’t know anyone here but Felix-ssi,” you ask.
“I think it's because of what I said in my one-on-one interview. I mentioned that I knew of your work and joined because of you and Felix-ah.” San says with a slight blush dusting his cheeks.
“Oh, well, you know who I am. Can I know who you are?” you ask, wide-eyed and slightly embarrassed to ask the “famous Idol.”
“Sorry! Of course,” San stands and bows. “I am Choi San, a main dancer of Ateez. It is my honor to meet you, Y/n-shi.”
“Oh, sit down, sit down. I am the new one here, and I should bow to you. I have heard of Ateez, but I am unfamiliar with your work. Sorry.”
“Did you know that Y/n-shi is a card-carrying Stay? She has even gotten to work with Lee Know and met Felix, two out of eight members. Lucky girl. How does it feel not to be recognized, San-hyung?” MC Hanbin asks with a gleam in his eye.
Looking Hanbin dead in the eye, San says, “Y/n-shi may have met and worked with others before me, and that is fine. What matters now is that she is mine.” San glances at you, noticing your tentative smile; he adds, “Go, team!”
~YouPlusMe: Challenge 1 Hunter Hunter~
“Welcome back to YouPlusMe. Today, all the teams are meeting us here at Buggy World in Chuncheon, Gangwon, to play ‘Hunter, Hunter.’ Our teams will not only hunt down other teams and their additional markers but also protect their own.” MC Hanbin walks around showing groups of balloons tied to various trees and ends with the teams wearing protective gear and holding Nerf-like airguns.
Team Purple is San and Y/n, Team Red is Eunbi and Gyunvin, and Team Yellow is Felix and Chanbin.
Both you and San are dressed in similar outfits. He looks like G.I. Joe but in dark purple. You discovered the team colors before you left yesterday and made one of your workout creations meet the requirements. You are wearing black leggings with a few neon purple mesh cut-outs and pockets. Your top, however, was a mix of dark, light, neon, and sparkling purple straps built over a black sports bra and connected with the leggings.
The other teams were also dressed to represent their team colors. You noticed yours was the brightest, but you hadn’t realized that this was a paintball mission or that you would also be a target. Your manager had tried to talk you out of wearing it, but you made it clear that your entire point of joining this show was to showcase your designs and their functionality for the plus-sized fans.
“Are the teams ready?” Mc Hanbin asks, followed by hoots and hollers from the different teams. “Good. Now go to your home bases, and when the horn sounds, it's time to play– Hunter, Hunter.”
Making your way to Team Purple’s home base, you take the chance to look around and notice that you can see Team Yellow’s base from here. “Hey, San-ssi. Yellow is right on the other side of the tree line.”
“Good eye! I think Red is on the other side of them. I have been to this park before, and we are on the edge, which can give us an edge. Oh, good. Our base is going to be relatively hidden from anyone trying to come in from below or from the right. We literally can only be attacked from the top.”
“That’s great. Which means we can focus on offense. Get Yellow out of the picture, and then maybe wait for Red to come find us?” you ask San. You looked him up last night and noticed that he is somewhat athletic. He is definitely the muscle-bound one of his group and has done well on other variety shows before.
Horn blares
“I am down for that. Let's go,” San's smile drops, and you notice it's game time.
It isn’t long before you come up on your first set of balloons, but you pass them by in an attempt to scout the Yellow base before letting them know you are here. However, that doesn’t seem to be San’s plan, as he starts shooting immediately. You turn sharply uphill to find the higher ground and watch as he plows through the balloon groupings.
Movement to the side catches your attention as you see Chanbin trying to sneak up on San. Quickly, you move and take a single shot to his back, the lights of his vest going off, indicating to him that he has been hit. Before he can turn around to see who hit him, you have already dropped back and are taking out the balloons he failed to protect.
Once the field is clear of balloons, you move to find San again to regroup, popping the remaining balloons along the way. It isn’t long before you find him and Felix battling it out, hiding behind bushes. This means the Red hasn’t made it here yet and is either on defense only or has gone after your base. This needs to end quickly.
Considering the terrain and their position compared to yours, you don’t have many options without being seen immediately. You could take the chance and believe that San would find a way to win against Felix so that you could go back and ensure your base was secure, but you also didn’t want to leave him to fend for himself. You made the quick decision to just meet up with San.
Right before you reach him, something to San’s left catches his attention, and you see Felix step out to take his shot. Without thinking, you leap forward, knocking San to the ground and shielding him. All while shooting at Felix, nailing him in the chest and leg. While Felix’s gear lights up, indicating that he is out, a voice rings through the area, “Team Yellow has been hunted. Team Purple and Team Red, the hunt is still on.”
Looking down, you see San looking at you wide-eyed and blushing. You smile brightly at him as you stand up, brushing yourself off, and say, “Sorry, but you were in my way. Now we have two choices: check Homebase or go after Red. Which do you want to do?”
Shaking his head, he also gets up off the ground. His mind was reeling, not from hitting his head or anything, just from you protecting him and laying on top of him. Trying to think of what to do, he can only say, “Offensive, right?”
“Sure thing. Let's go this way. You kept looking this way, so it might be something,” you say as you crouch down and start to walk… no prowl ahead. San happily follows behind you, watching your back in more ways than one.
Taking out the Red team was simple as they stayed by their base and didn’t hide themselves well. Everyone returned to the lobby after having a once-over by the team to make sure no one was injured and gave a few touch-ups for the cameras. Each team sat together on smaller couches, and MC Hanbin was in his own chair.
“Wow, talk about total domination. Team Purple, you took out both teams and didn’t lose a single balloon. The MVP certainly goes to none other than Y/n-ssi. You not only took out three competitors but over 60% of the balloons. How do you feel?” MC Hanbin asks. The rest clap and San pats you on the shoulder.
“I am honored, really. I think there is a stigma that shooting is a man’s game and that because I am plus-sized, I cannot be sneaky,” you respond, a little timid from all the clapping.
“I don’t know how she did it. She was like a ghost or invisible, and I mean, it’s not like she is hard to miss!” Chanbin says, still irritated to be the first one out in the game.
At his comment, San looks at him with fire in his eyes. How dare he imply anything negative about you? Felix tugs on Changbin’s shirt and glances at the now-present demon-like San. Trying to backpedal, he says, “I mean, with how brightly she is dressed, I figured she would shine and glint in the sunlight. Come on, neon and sparkles?”
“I guess this just shows us that you cannot underestimate her or her abilities, does it?” San sneers.
Laughing to ease the tension, MC Hanbin says, “Looks like the competition is on fire! Well, it’s time to rest up because tomorrow you will take on ‘Kitchen Crimes.’ Team Purple, you have an advantage.”
~YouPlusMe: Challenge 2 Kitchen Crimes~
“It’s Day 2! It's time for our next challenge, Kitchen Crimes, based on the American reality show Crime Scene Kitchen and hosted by Joel McHale. Our three teams will have two minutes to search a kitchen where something has been made. Once their investigation time is over, they will have one hour to recreate what they thought was made. Afterward, they will present their dishes to our guest chef,” MC Hanbin informs the audience and viewers.
“Team Purple, you won the advantage for this round. You get to steal thirty seconds from a team’s investigation time and add it to your own. Which team do you pick?”
“Yellow,” San calls out. His eyes pinned Chanbin in his place. You glance up at San with shock because he didn’t even consult you.
“Y/n-shi, are you in agreement with your partner?” asks MC Hanbin.
“Umm, yeah. He is the idol and has played these games before,” you smile gently, not wanting to cause a scene. “Sorry, team Yellow.”
“It’s okay, Y/n-shi. We know Sannie is just playing the game. No harm done, right Chanbin-ah?” Felix smiles, trying to play everything off as part of the game. He knows it isn’t, and he is pretty sure his partner knows he put a target on their back with his offhand comment. Felix just hopes that there are no other chances for San to strike out at him and his partner.
“Eunbi-shi and Gyuvin-ah, how do you feel about the challenge?” asks MC Hanbin, smirking at his ZB1 bandmate.
“Hanbinnie, you know I don’t cook but the world knows that Felix-hyung can make killer brownies. So I am very happy that San-hyung took away some of their time and I just hope that it isn’t a desert dish we have to cook,” Gyuvin says with a whine.
“I am with my partner on this one. I cannot cook to save my soul. Trust me when I was with IZ*ONE, the members were constantly saving me whenever we had to make something. We pretty much are gonna lose this one,” laughs Eunbi.
“Well, there you have it. Team Purple stole 30 seconds from Team Yellow, and they have 2 minutes and 30 seconds. Team Red follows with 2 minutes, and last is Team Yellow with 90 seconds,” recaps MC Hanbin.
It was show time again, and while you knew cooking was involved, you wanted to showcase your line still. You decided to wear something from your comfort line, trying to show that the plus-size woman can be fashionable but comfortable without looking like a lump on a log.
The shirt was a tank top made from breathable neon purple material with a built-in bra that had almost as much support as yesterday's sports bra but a bit more silky feeling. The pants resembled parachute pants, with white and neon purple artistically placed spray paint marks. Topping it off was a black trainer and a high-waisted, jeogori-inspired jacket that matched the pants.
San asked you what you would wear last night at the end of filming. Today, he arrived dressed to match your style, wearing black parachute pants, a deep purple tank top, and a leather jacket. He also wore black trainers but playfully had his hairdresser find a matching neon purple to add as a streak in his hair.
As before, each team continued to wear matching-colored outfits. However, none seemed to stand out as you were with San. It made your heart soar with the hope that the viewers liked what they saw. But right now, it was not time to concentrate on that; it was time to investigate.
It seems like seconds have passed, not anywhere near your extended time. You and San figured it was a cake with strawberries and a whipped cream topping.
“What do you think it is?” San asked.
“I have an idea. We both agreed there were strawberries, cream, and really fine flour in it. So maybe we just make a very fluffy cake with strawberry filling and a whipped cream topping?” you responded, chewing on your lip as you reviewed your notes.
“Ah, yeah. That sounds good,” San agreed, focusing on your now red, puffy lips instead of the paper you showed him.
“Do you know how to make any of it? San-ssi? San!” you attempted to get his attention. Once his eyes snapped to meet you, you asked again, “You zoned out on me. Do you know how to make any of it?”
“Only if it comes in a box and Wooyoungie is with me. Even then, we end up ordering from the bakery,” San says shyly. Not only is he embarrassed that you caught him staring, but you also just learn he can’t cook for the life of him.
“Well, I have tried a few times with a recipe, and I know how boxcakes are made. My mom used to make them with me every weekend, but the filling… I haven’t a clue.”
“That is better than nothing. Let me help get the ingredients,” San says, heading to the pantry. “Wait, what am I grabbing?”
“As you all saw, the investigations went smoothly, and the cooking was a mess. Team Yellow sounded very certain that the dish was Strawberry Shortcake, Team Purple thought it was Strawberry Cake, and Team Red followed their gut with a Strawberry Crepes Cake.”
Now it is time to introduce our Guest Chef,” MC Hanbin looks to the side of the stage. “After 50 years of cooking experience, losing his sense of smell due, and appearing on ‘Chef & My Fridge,’ our guest judge is none other than Chef Yeon Bok Lee!”
“Hello, everyone. It is an honor to be here. I am Chef Yeon Bok Lee, and as a Chef, it is my job to protect the kitchen, but today, it's my job to judge your cooking,” the Chef says with a smile and bowing slightly.
“Welcome, Chef! It’s our honor to have you. You were the one to make the secret item in the kitchen, right?” MC Hanbin prompts, to which the Chef nods.
“I wanted to make something that always brought a smile to the faces of my guests. It is simple in nature, sweet but not too sweet, and a perfect dish to top off a summer picnic.” The Chef gestures to the table before him, where the lights all focus as a covered dish rises, “Today I made strawberry shortcake for you!”
Mixtures of yeses, noes, and other exclamations at things not being fair come from the competitors. “Oh my, that was a mix of reactions,” Chef muses.
“It sure was, first up we will have Team Red. Please come and present your dish to the Chef,” requests MC Hanbin.
Taking their dish up to the judging table, Eunbi and Gyuvin’s Strawberry Crepe Cake starts to look like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Eunbi smiles gently, trying to use her cuteness as a distraction. She says, “Hello, Chef. It is an honor to be cooking for someone as esteemed as you are. We thought with the fine flour and the strawberries, you had created a Crepe cake with strawberry and whipped cream topping.”
“Thank you,” the Chef replies, laughing at the team's appearance. Both competitors are flour-covered, making them more Team White than Red. Your crepe cake has structural problems; half has now slid onto the floor. Shall we taste what we can before the rest follows?”
Gyuvin cuts slices of the remaining crepes and adds whatever strawberries and whipped cream he can find before serving a slice to the Chef and his bandmate MC. Giving them both a cringing smile, he says, “We used fine flour, eggs, cream, sugar, and yeah… it should be good. Umm… Enjoy.”
Both MC Hanbin and Chef cut pieces and inspect the creation before eating. Immediately, coughing and choking start. While the Chef spits out his piece, being a good bandmate, Hanbin swallows his and forces a smile, commenting, “Well, at least it isn’t crunchy or burnt this time.”
“Ah, Team Red, I think you may have mistaken salt for granulated sugar for the whipped cream and strawberry sauce. I will say that your crepes are well made, though, with a good consistency and not overly cooked,” the Chef says before he downs half a glass of water.
“Sorry, Chef. We ran out of time to taste everything,” Eunbi says as she backs away, embarrassed. Gyuvin just avoids eye contact with either man, taking the disaster of a dish back to their kitchen.
“Next up we have Team Purple. Please bring your dish to the judging stand,” directs MC Hanbin.
You take the cake and walk carefully to the stand, hoping to keep it from dropping it like the other team. Meanwhile, San hovers around you, whispering when it's time to step and encouraging you with small praises of how well you are doing by walking gracefully. You are trying not to turn beet red the whole time because praises have always done something to you, and it's not what you want the world to see.
After successfully placing the dish down, San and you bow to the Chef. With a large but sweet smile, you say, “Chef Yeon Bok Lee, it is a pleasure to see you again.”
“You know each other?” San askes, ignoring the side eye from MC Hanbin.
“Miss Y/n, it is you. It has been some time now, hasn’t it? How is your family? Does your father still run the little noodle stand back home?” inquires the Chef with a genuine smile.
“Yes, Chef. It has been a long time and my dad still runs the stand but now he has my brother joining him. Logan-ah is already 13 now and has shown great interest in cooking and baking,” you reply.
“Cooking and baking, you say? I may have to visit your father and brother to see this myself. Maybe he could come and take lessons from me one day. But now, let's see if you have a talent for baking. Eh?” The chef smiles, looking at the well-presented cake.
“Well, Chef, we have presented you with a Vanilla sponge cake with macerated strawberry filling and a whipped cream frosting topped with candied whole strawberries,” San proudly announces.
After inspecting the cake, MC Hanbin says, “Well, it survived the trip here. Please serve us a bite to try out and see if it tastes as good as it looks, hyung.” This is followed by San cutting each piece and serving it to them, including a candied strawberry.
Following the same procedure of cutting, inspecting, and eating as before, you and San hold your breath. Your hand grips San’s wrist as you await their reaction. San, however, has been watching you since you touched him. He brings his other hand, gently rubs your upper arm, and whispers, “It’s okay. We got this. You did amazing.”
You smile at his words, remembering having saved the poor idol from burning off his fingerprints when he tried to dip the strawberries in the hot sugar to coat them without using the dipping fork.
“Waaaahhh! Such a light a fluffy sponge on the cake. I really wish you had made a shortcake and not a victoria’s sponge cake. A minor change to your egg, sugar, and water ratio and you would have made a delightful version of my strawberry shortcake,” the Chef comments with a slight frown.
“Those strawberries done in two ways is amazing given the limited time you had. I suppose as a CEO and fashion designer, you understand time management well,” compliments MC Hanbin.
“Well, that is true, but I also have someone who was a good boy at following directions in the kitchen,” you say, smiling at San, who only dusts his cheeks a deep rose and stutters his breath.
Stepping forward, you take your cake and retreat to your kitchen, with San in two, still reeling from you calling him a good boy. Looking at the closest camera, San says, “See, Captain and Seonghwa-hyung, I can be good! Y/n-shi said so!”
“Last up, will Team Yellow present their dish to the Chef and me?” asks MC Hanbin.
Team Yellow shines like the sun because they know they got the right cake. Not only that, but they were the only ones, which means they automatically won. Placing down the cake on the stand, both smiling so widely that their eyes turned into crescents.
Felix wastes no time introducing himself: “Hello, Chef Yeon Bok Lee. Most know me as Felix, but my name is Lee Yong Bok. It is an honor to have you taste something I have baked with the help of my competition partner, Chanbin-ah.”
“Oh my! We have a significant similarity there, I see,” smiles the Chef.
MC Hanbin laughs, “Not only does he share your name, in a sense, but Felix-hyung is also known worldwide for his brownie recipe. Isn’t that right, hyung?”
“Yes, my mates love it when I make them. Though our trainers don’t like it so much,” Felix giggles.
“Well, I should love to try them another day then, Yongbok-ah. Make sure to reach out when this is all over, ya?” asks the Chef.
“I would be… Yes, Of course. It would be a great honor!” Felix replies, bouncing on his toes with happiness.
“First, he should try out the cake, hyung,” Chanbin interrupts. We present you with a take on strawberry shortcake. It is made with classic shortcake soaked in a simple syrup made with strawberry juice and topped with fresh strawberries, mint leaves, and whipped cream.”
“I can see that you have a keen eye, Team Yellow. You are the only ones to get it right, Congratulations. Now please cut us a slice, “ praises the Chef.
After receiving the pieces, inspecting them, and tasting them, MC Hanbin speaks first, saying, “Wow! Your shortcake is so moist with strawberry flavor, and the whipped cream is the smoothest we have tasted. No wonder you are known for your bakes, Felix-hyung.”
“Hanbin-ah is right. You both did a great job with this bake. I can tell you must have sifted the flour and the sugar before incorporating them in, and the idea to make the simple syrup flavored adds a different dimension. Well done. It is clear that you are the winners of this challenge,” announces the Chef.
With bows of thanks and high-pitched squeals of joy, Team Yellow makes it back to their kitchen.
“I want us all to thank Chef Yeon Bok Lee for joining us today. It was a delight to hear your thoughts on our competitors' dishes—some good and some bad. Team Yellow, with this win, you are tied with Team Purple for first place. Both teams have a chance to win the show by winning the challenge tomorrow, or Team Red, you have a chance to make it a three-way tie,” recaps MC Hanbin.
Looking at Team Yellow, he continues, “As winners of today’s challenge, Team Yellow, you won the advantages for tomorrow’s game, which is– Dance Battle. Each of our Idols will have 24 hours to learn the choreography of their assigned K-pop hit. They then have the next 72 hours to teach their competition partner.”
“In the First game, Y/n is a ninja. In the second game, Felix is a baking master. Now, in the final game, we got this Noona because we are both Idols and are used to learning dances quickly,” remarks Gyuvin to his competition partner.
“I wouldn't be so sure, Gyuvin-ah. San is one of the main dancers for Ateez and is known for his determination and competitiveness. Not to forget, his dad is a Taekwondo instructor, so I am pretty sure that he has picked up some teaching skills from him,” Eunbi replies.
~Dance Battle Song Selection~
“Hello, Team Yellow, and congratulations again on your win in Kitchen Crimes!” exclaims MC Hanbin. Both Team members bow in thanks and show their excitement to the cameras.
“It is time for your advantage! As you know, the next challenge is a Dance Battle and your win today allows you to pick the K-pop songs for all three teams,” he announces.
“No way! That is awesome!” Chanbin says, “We can pick an easy song for us and harder ones for the others. I have two left feet so, yeah. Felix-hyung, you know more about these dance challenges than I do, you pick please?”
“I know the perfect songs, easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Felix says with a smirk.
“Oh, you already know what songs to pick, Felix-hyung?” asks MC Hanbin.
“Yeah, for Eunbi-shi and Gyuvin-ah… we don’t want to give them something easy because they are both idols. I have seen both of them dance, and they are good. So, we pick– Black Swan by BTS,” Felix declares.
“OH! Gyuvin is going to hate that,” laughs MC Hanbin. “It's a perfect choice for them. I can’t wait to see him try to lift Eubin-shi.”
“I think we can handle– My Angel by B.O.Y. It’s already choreographed for two males, and while it’s intricate, it’s not hard. What do you think?” Felix says, looking at Chanbin questioningly.
“Oh! I know that one. Yeah, I can manage that… I think,” agrees Chanbin.
“Chanbin-ssi, you may know your song now but you have to play fair and not start learning it until your dance practice with Felix-hyung, okay?” MC Hanbin warns the competitor, to which he nods in understanding.
“What song are you thinking about picking for San-hyung and Y/n-shi?” questions Chanbin. A smirk plays along Felix’s face while he rubs his hands together.
“Sannie and I have known each other for a while, and I remember he used to struggle with learning dances. For the competition, though, I want to challenge his ability to teach someone else not only to dance but to dance with intense emotion and strength. I want them to dance to– Red Lights by my hyungs, Bang Chan and Hyunjin.
~Dance Battle Idol Practice Day: Eubin~
“How do you practice Black Swang alone?” asked Eubin as she watched the modeled dance practice video. “See that! It’s a lift, and that is a spin. Do you have someone for me to practice with today?”
Eunbin says, looking at the camera, “Apparently, all of the Idols have to learn what they can alone today and then figure out the rest with our partners tomorrow. I just hope my partner is a lot stronger than he looks.
~Dance Battle Idol Practice Day: Felix~
“Well, now I kind of feel bad. I didn’t know that we would be alone for the first part of this dance practice. I thought we were going to be taught by someone. Not teach ourselves.” Felix laments.
“Lucky for me and Sannie, our dances don’t have a lot of paired movement but more of mirrored or synchronized movements. Sorry, Noona Eubin! If it helps, I know that Gyuvin picked up Work by Ateez really quick according to the members. Soooorrrry!”
~Dance Battle Idol Practice Day: San~
“He did what?” San stands frozen when the producer tells him what song Felix picked for his team. “He does realize what this song is about, who dances it, and the… ahh… maturity level of this dance, right?”
Shaking his head, he watched the video again, “There are minimal lifts, but there are accessories, and touching, and like… Can Y/n-shi dance? Does anyone know if she will be alright with this?”
He spends most of the first few hours just pacing and watching different videos of the song his “friend” picked for him to dance to with his current crush. While he doesn’t mind learning it or dancing it, especially with you, he wants to make sure you are comfortable with the sensuality and emotions of the dance.
San’s head just spins, trying to figure out how to remain stage-appropriate while having to run his hands on your body, wrap you in chains, and press against you. His heart is aching as it comes up with a million reasons why you would be able to feel like that with him.
~YouPlusMe: Challenge 3 Dance Battle~
“Welcome back to YouPlusMe,” smiles MC Hanbin. “While you saw our Idols' reactions to learning what song Team Yellow chose, you also saw that we gave them a dance room, a boombox, and a practice video.”
“We want to surprise you with the reactions and the dance practices with their competition partners. To watch the team practices and additional behind the scenes videos, please check out our YouTube channel. Don’t forget to like and subscribe!”
“What kind of competition can we have without a judge? Lucky for us, we have someone who started as a backup dancer Jason Wang. Now, he is known for his choreography skills and has worked with Enyphen, TXT, BTS, and Super M. Let me introduce none other than Mr. Nick Joseph!” introduces MC Hanbin.
“Hello, everyone,” Nick walks about with killer pop and lock moves. “It is a pleasure to be here. I have always been the one competing in these and never judging. I cannot wait to see what the Idols have been able to teach the newbies.”
“Now it’s the time we have all been waiting for. It’s time for… Dance Battles! Team Red is up first with their dance cover of BTS’ Black Swan,” introduces MC Hanbin.
They were dressed in solid black body suits covered with sheer drapes. Their faces were donning black and silver feathered masks. Eubin and Gyuvin lost themselves in the song. They moved around the stage, decorated to resemble a dead forest with fog machines and hanging twinkling lights. They gracefully engaged each other and made the lifts look effortless. It was like they controlled everyone who witnessed it with every beat they hit.
“That was breathtaking,” comments Nick.
“Gyuvin-ah! I never knew you had that kind of strength and elegance! I cannot wait for the rest to see this episode; you killed it. Eubin, how do you think your newcomer did?” asks MC Hanbin.
“He did really well. It took him a bit to trust himself with the lifts, but in the end, he gave 110% and never once made me concerned that he was going to drop me,” smiles Eubin and her partner, just blushing at the praise.
“Thank you, noona, for being patient with me and trusting me to have the skills not to embarrass you. And Felix-hyung, thank you for the challenge, your song choice showed me that I am capable of more than I realize,” bows Gyuvin.
“Next up, we have Team Yellow. Nick-ssi, this team won the advantage in assigning the songs for the battle today. They chose My Angel by B of You. Let’s watch,” prompts MC Hanbin.
The multicolored spotlights have cleared the stage of everything, allowing the shiny black floor and dark-colored walls to showcase the two dancers taking the stage. Felix and Chanbin are dressed in black-on-black pinstripe suits, soft yellow shirts, and no tie.
Once the dancing started, it was clear how well the suits fit but allowed for ease of movement. The crisp movements and synchronization between the two were clean and well-timed.
The newcomer's solo piece only had a minor timing mishap, which was quickly corrected when the idol joined back in.
“I loved the simplicity and the teamwork between the two of you,” compliments MC Hanbin.
“Mr. Ko, are you a dancer?” the guest judge asks. Chanbin simply shakes his head and then looks at Felix with a frown. Felix simply pats him on the back to comfort him in the moment. “Mr. Ko, I am impressed. I am assuming that the solo went a little off track because it didn’t move with the beat. Am I correct?
Both Team Yellow members nod as a staff member hands Felix a microphone: “Ah, yes. There was a sequence that got thrown off beat in the solo, but Chanbin-ah claims to have two left feet, which is why I chose this song for us.”
“Wow. Great choice of song, Mr. Lee. Mr. Ko, if this is your first time really dancing like this, and you are this good after only a couple of days. Bravo! You have great skills as a student, never lose that in life,” advises Nick.
“So far, Felix-hyung has picked songs that fit the teams well. During the selection process, he was trying to challenge his competitors and give his team the edge,” MC Hanbin tells the guest judge.
“Ah, I think he missed his mark because Team Red killed it. His team struggled slightly, but we still have one more team left. What was Mr. Lee’s goal for the last team?” inquires Nick.
“He was hoping to challenge San-hyung with a song that would require him to teach not only dance but also the emotional side of dancing. Team Purple has Y/n-shi, a fashion designer.” MC Hanbin answers Nick.
“Oooo, yes, emotional understanding and ability to convey that is key for most duet performances,” comments the long-time choreographer.
“It’s time! The stage has been set, and our team is in place. Here is Team Purple and their performance of Red Lights by Bang Chan and Hyunjin of Stray Kids,” announces MC Hanbin.
The only light on the stage comes from the back wall, which pulses red. The viewers can see an outline of you kneeling on a four-post bed. Your elegant but staccato movements sync with the deep breathing in the room as the song starts.
A chain in your hands goes across the stage, bringing the focus to San lying on the ground. As the words start, you pull him across the floor as you climb off the bed.
Meeting in the middle, you pull him to his knees before you, and just as another breath is heard, the stage floods with lights, revealing your costumes.
San is wearing skin-tight black leather pants. His black shirt resembles a leather leotard with strategic cut-outs, long sleeves, and fingerless gloves. The tightness of his outfit shows off his muscular figure and leaves nothing to the imagination. Everything is lined with red ribbons and smaller red chains.
Your outfit is a short-sleeved curve-hugging leather body con dress and booty shorts that match San’s. It is also littered with cut-outs lined in red ribbons. Your forearms are decorated with the red chains you used to drag San across the floor.
Both of your makeup designers went gothic, using thick black eyeliner, red eye shadow, and deep red lips. San’s skin was flawless and tan, while they used skin lightener on you, trying to bring a bit of a vampire vibe into the mix.
The two of you honor the mirrored dance of the Red Lights music video. Your fluidity and the power of the interactions between the pair of you has everyone shifting in their seats.
As the song progresses, you both dance back to the bed. You shove San to lay on as you take the focus towards the end. Moving around the bed, you seduce the viewers. Using the chains wrapped around Sans pants as bindings, you connect them to the bottom posts.
The chains from your arms unwind and connect to the cuffs of Sans's shirt. Using the chains, you guide San in his movements as the bed slides to the center of the stage and starts tilting toward the judges.
The song is close to the end when you latch the chains over to the bed's headboard and raise San’s arms over his head. Using the bed's angle, you slide off the bed. Soon, the bed is standing on end.
Chains rattle as San struggles against the restraints, hindering his movements. His face is filled with desires and yearning for your touch.
With a deep roll to your hips, you walk up to San and run your nails along his body from his legs up to his abs.
When the song ends, you lean in, ghosting a kiss over his lips, and then walk away into the night.
San’s deep panting was the only sound heard.
The lights in the studio come back on. The other competitors and the judges are stunned at what they just witnessed. San has been released from his chains and joins you at the front of the stage.
The attention without reactions has you nervously nibbling on your lower lip as you look up at San, who smirks down at you with his eyes still dark and dreamy looking. These last three days have been hell for you.
The first time you heard the song, you were so excited because you loved it. I mean, how could you not be thrilled? Bang Chan was your bias. You already know the dance from the trillions of times you have watched music videos and YouTube dance practices.
After showing off your moves to San, you blushed as he and the camera crew were floored. San couldn’t wait to make it fit the two of you. He quickly decided that you would be one of the two of you in charge.
After some discussion with the production staff, the whole thing came together. The hardest part was making the bed work into the dance more than a stationary prop.
San knew he didn’t want to end it with you and him suggestively on the bed because he wasn’t sure he could stop. When you came up with the idea of taking a more Dominatrix video for the dance and wanting just to leave San locked at your mercy, everyone laughed, but San thought it would be perfect.
Not only did he want to see that side of you, but he also knew it would keep him in check. Then, he also asked if you could help figure out what the two of you would be wearing. Your creative juices were flowing.
You were excited to design something for both you and San. You had never made men’s clothing, but it was a challenge you were willing to take on. Everything came together quickly with the help of the show’s wardrobe, production, and props team.
All these thoughts ran through your head as your focus remained on San alone. It wasn’t until the room exploded in applause that you finally relaxed into San and allowed all the jitters to disappear. Everyone is yelling out variations of acclimations.
“Ok ok okay… Felix-ssi,” MC Hanbin looks at the idol. “I don’t think they struggled with anything with this song.” Felix is just standing there trying to collect his jaw off the floor. His eyes stare into San’s skull with shock and many questions he cannot ask on air.
“Miss Y/n, you killed it,” comments Nick. “Do you have any dance experience?”
While still trying to catch your breath, you answer, “Actually, I do.” pant pant pant “In high school, I was in a show choir, did some musicals, and I was part of a hip/hop and stomp club.”
“Period! That is why you know how to work the stage like it’s yours,” Nick exclaimed.
“You should see you dance the original choreography to this song,” San beamed next to you. “I didn’t have to teach her a thing with that. Our time was spent making the dance more of a duet than a mirrored dance.”
“San-hyung,” MC Hanbin asked, “how did you feel having Y/n-shi do the killing part in the dance?”
“Easy.” San looks down at you while wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a back hug. “The moment she walked into the practice room and showed me what she could do, I knew I had to show off what an amazing and sexy partner I had.”
This caused the room to ooh and ahh, to which you tried your best not to blush. You just hoped the heat on your face was attributed to the dancing, not the comments or the feel of San behind you.
“Well, there you have it. Now, Nick-ssi, as our teams all gather on the stage, you have the wonderful job of selecting the winners of today’s Dance Battle challenge. Who is it going to be?” MC Hanbin looks at the guest judge.
“You know, as a dancer and choreographer, I can see so much talent between everyone on the stage. Each team found ways to work the songs chosen by Mr. Lee to their best abilities.”
Nick’s eyes dance over the teams, “Red Team, you swept us up with your grace. Yellow Team, you showed us what rhythm and teamwork mean. Purple team, you took us on a ride that was powerful.”
“So which team is it?” prompts MC Hanbin.
“I am going to have to go with… Team Purple!”
This caused you and San to jump up and down, hugging and congratulating each other. The other teams came over to pat you on the back and personally remark on how great the dance was.
“Nick-ssi, what was the reason why you finally chose the Purple team?” asked MC Hanbin.
“If I hadn’t known that Miss Y/n wasn’t a trained dancer, I would have thought that this was M Countdown's special appearance. The quality of dance, the passion between the two, and the costume design are top-notch,” explains Nick.
“Want to know something? Y/n-shi not only designed her costume but San’s as well in less than 72 hours,” informs MC Hanbin. “She really is a force to be reckoned with.”
Looking at the camera, MC Hanbin says, “Well this has been an amazing week of challenges for our Idols and our newbies. After three challenges, the clear winner of YouPlusMe is San-hyung and Y/n-shi!”
Cannons go off at the announcement of your team’s win. The stage gets covered in purple confetti as Red Lights starts playing again.
Everyone just grabs random partners and starts dancing. Felix is the one you end up dancing with as he pulls you farther and farther away from San. He wanted to dance some of the music video moves with you to send to his bandmates.
You do not see San's look of longing and desire as he, too, gets swept away by the others.
After the song ends, you find yourself back in your personal dressing room. You would think you would be euphoric after winning the show, but your mind is focused on something else.
You came here to show your work. Use it to your advantage and get your line out there. Challenge the Korean beauty standards and start a fire with the Fashion Industry as a whole. Apparently, the universe had more for you in mind, but you weren’t sure what to do about it.
This last challenge is what broke down your walls. You weren’t expecting to feel something during all of this. You had thought it was just the rush of the competition, the thrill of showing the world who you were and working with someone who was just as excited to be here as you.
You weren’t blind.
You noticed San from day one; who couldn’t?
It was easy to dismiss because you wanted to focus on the show. After the first meeting and exchange of numbers, you soon learned that he had a charming personality.
You found yourself looking forward to filming with him and smiling when he sent a text, but now that it’s over, you feel tight in your chest at the thought of never seeing him again.
It wasn’t until the second day of dance practice that you realized it wasn’t the show that you were excited about but San. Though you weren’t a morning person, it was early for anyone.
Opening the door to the practice room, you froze at the sight. The Idol ran on a different schedule than you, and it was clear he had been there long enough to build up a sweat.
His face was half covered by a baseball cap pulled low. He wore baggy sweatpants that rode low on his hips, showing the band of his boxers, and no shirt. He was lost in his own world, dancing to It’s You by him and his bandmates Yeosang and Wooyoung.
His body was moving like water. The body rolls, the hip thrusts, and the floorwork caused such a primal reaction from you that you had to leave. Your mind had gone into San becoming your partner in unprofessional ways.
A knock on the door brings you out of your thoughts. Walking to the door, you finish putting on your jacket and pull open the door. As if conjured by your thoughts, there stands San.
“San,” you breathe, trying to keep your thoughts from seconds ago to yourself.
“Y/n,” smiles San. He seems fidgety tonight.
“Thank you for everything.”
“Oh, it was nothing. I had a blast. This was my first challenge with someone who was really good at pretty much everything. It made me feel like I was the newbie of the two of us.”
“Oh, never. You are way too talented to be considered a newbie.”
The two of you stand there in the doorway of your dressing room. San is still fidgeting, and you don’t want him to leave yet.
“Are you going to the after party? I think Felix said something about it being at a Noraebang nearby. I think everyone else is going and may have invited others too.”
“I was thinking about it. I am pretty sure he invited my bandmates and his. It would be a perfect chance for you to meet the rest of your favorite K-pop band. Maybe get Chan-hyung and Hyujinnie to sing Red Lights for you?”
You giggle at the thought but hesitate, looking down and saying, “I would only want them to sing it if you were there to dance with me.”
A shy smile blooms on San’s face. Taking a chance that you might see the hidden question, he asks, “Do you want to keep dancing with me?”
“I would love to keep dancing with you, Sannie.” You look up, smiling, hoping he means more than what he says.
“Then, will you be my date to the after-party, and then maybe we can go to dinner some other time, just the two of us?” he asks again, stepping forward.
Resting your hand on his chest, you lean into his warmth, “I would love to go out with you tonight or any night.”
With a smile on both your faces, San leans in and gives you a chaste kiss—just enough to settle your minds from the roller coaster of emotions you both experienced this week and light up your hearts with the excitement of a future together.
The last thought in your head is that agreeing to this show was more than you expected. You never expected to grow as much as you did, to win, or to find what may be love, but…
Was it Fate?
I have a request~ what about San from Ateez getting paired up on a variety show with a designer that is getting popular in South Korea?? For plus size fashion? And I can totally see him just falling head over heels for her~ ^-^
Hello, my dearest reader!
I was so excited to write this for you. You have been my main support for a long time when it comes to my writing. Your thoughts and support are invaluable to me.
I am sorry it took so long to write it, but it is finally done!
Was it Fate?
I hope it is what you were looking for! This was my first time making a reader request and my first time writing a variety show-type fic!
