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‣ DPR (Dream Perfect Regime)
‣ fluff ; angst ; written series
‣ bouncer!christian Yu (DPR Ian) x fem!reader
‣ september 9, 2024 - discontinued
‣ you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
PAIRING: Dawn x Black Fem! Reader
GENRE: Celebrity AU, Healing Romance, Soft Intimacy
WARNINGS: mention of H***A, media harassment, public speculation, alcohol, mental exhaustion
CHARACTERS:
SUMMARY: y/n doesn't do public. her fans believe she was kissed by God. Nobody knows that she was quietly falling in love with a man everyone assumed was still broken. At midnight, she drops a surprise album about healing, intimacy, and devotion. Hours later, a single IG post sends the internet into a frenzy.
AN: I am back!! I was having family issues and other things, so I hope this is good. this is my first time doing a slight SMAU story. H***A is mentioned only to add realism. this is not an anti or hate fanfic.
"Every secret has a soundtrack."
That's all the world gets.
No promo. No teaser photos. No interviews. At 12:00 AM, a black screen with silver text appears on NOIR's official Instagram story. One Slide. One Link.
NOIR — Midnight (Album Out Now)
No warning. No Explanation. Just a drop.
STAN TWITTER - 12:02 AM
@niorupdates: WAIT...... WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEW ALBUM????? SHE DIDN'T ANNOUNCE ANYTHING???
@vinylwitch: The way she just woke up and said "here's something to cry about"
@noirsleftnipple: This is already sounding too soft... who did she FALL for???
@kpoplurker: Why are these lyrics way too... healed??? WHO CLEANED HER SOUL!!!
@midnighttheorys: This is not heartbreak girl music, this is I'm in love and floating
Playlist screenshots flooded the internet. Track titles trend globally.
#MIDNIGHTBYNOIR rockets to #1 in s couple of hours.
•————•————•————•
Track 01 - "Quiet Love"
"Didn't know silence could feel like honey / didn't know love could walk in soft."
@latenightlistens: This is NOT break-up energy. She is in LOVE. LIKE LOVE. love
@knet_trans_bot (translated Korean comment): If this is about someone... than man must be her home
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Somewhere in L.A. - 6:48 AM
Y/n sits on the floor of her loft. Vinyls stacked around the house. the city lights shine through the window. phone vibrates non-stop next to her, mentions exploding, label calling, friends and family sending messages.
She doesn't open a single one.
Her thumb scrolls through Spotify. She stops at Track 07 - "The Dawn"
No one knows the title is literal.
She presses play. Soft static. Then -
"You weren't a sunrise/ tou were the afterglow/ the part they don't write songs about/ the healing/ the hush/ the home."
Her lips curved, just a little.
Her phone lights up again.
DAWN: "Happy release"
Then another bubble: "proud of you baby"
She doesn't reply. not yet.
•————•————•————•
STAN TWITTER GOES DETECTIVE MODE
@lyricbreakdowns: TRACK 07 IS CALLED THE DAWN!!! DAWN???? LIKE A NEW DAY OR DAWN THE ARTIST???? ANSWER NOW
@dawnfanforum: Don't start rumors. Dawn isn't even in the U.S.
@sushinesunoo: Daws was seen in L.A. not to long ago
⤷ but he was with GEMINI and NOIR has worked with him before
@netizensleuth: YOU GUYS ARE DELUSIONAL. SHE WOULD NEVER DATE A KPOP IDOL.
•————•————•————•
7:25 AM - Korean Media
[BREAKING - KOREABUZZ]
"NOIR Releases Suprise Album. Track Titles Spark Speculation - 'The Dawn,' Not For The Blogs,' 'Healing Scene,' Netizens Curious About Muse Behind Sound.'
Comments (translated):
"She's too high profile to date secretly..."
"The lyrics sound like someone rescued her. Who?"
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Y/n tosses her phone on the couch. Let's it buzz itself dry. She walks to the kitchen in an oversized hoodie, his hoodie, faint cologne still presents on the fabric.
The world is losing its mind. She breathes like it's quiet.
At 8:13 AM, she unlocks her phone. Opens Instagram. A soft inhale. A small smile.
For the past few days, silence stretched between you and Christian like an unspoken argument. No texts. No calls. No simple check-ins. You tried to convince yourself it didn’t matter—he was busy, you were busy. But the truth gnawed at the back of your mind: what if he was pulling away?
After pacing your apartment for what felt like hours, you finally decided you couldn’t take the uncertainty anymore. You grabbed your keys and drove to his house, your heart pounding harder with every mile.
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When you reached his house, you hesitated at the door, hand hovering above the knocker. Was this a mistake? Maybe you were overthinking everything. But just as you were about to turn around, the door swung open.
Two women stood there, both beautiful and clearly surprised by your presence.
“Uh… can I help you?” the taller one asked. She had a sharp jawline and an air of confidence, her tone guarded but not unkind.
“I’m looking for Christian,” you managed, your voice uncertain.
The other woman, smaller and softer in appearance, gave you a curious look. “And you are?”
“I’m Y/n,” you said quickly. “I—uh—I’m a friend.”
Before you could say anything else, Christian appeared behind them, his expression shifting from confusion to something closer to regret. “Y/n.”
The taller woman raised an eyebrow, glancing back at him. “You didn’t mention you were expecting company.”
“I wasn’t,” Christian said, stepping forward. He held the door open wider, motioning for you to come in. “Y/n, this is Rosé and Chaeyoung. My sisters.”
The knot of tension in your stomach loosened slightly, but you still couldn’t ignore the awkwardness of the situation. “Oh,” you said, feeling a bit foolish. “I didn’t mean to intrude. I just… I hadn’t heard from you.”
Rosé crossed her arms, her sharp gaze never leaving you. “Well, now you’ve heard from him. Christian’s been busy.”
“Rosé,” Christian warned, his tone firm.
“What? I’m just saying,” she said with a shrug, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Chaeyoung stepped in, her voice softer. “Don’t mind her. She’s just protective.” She offered you a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.”
“Nice to meet you too,” you replied, though your voice wavered.
Christian sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Can we talk?” he asked, motioning toward the living room.
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You followed him inside, your chest tightening as the weight of the past few days settled between you.
“You could’ve told me,” you said once you were alone, trying to keep your voice steady.
“Told you what?” he asked, his brow furrowed.
“That you needed space. That you were dealing with something. Anything.”
Christian sat down, his elbows resting on his knees. “It’s not that simple, Y/n.”
“It could’ve been,” you argued softly.
He sighed, looking down at his hands. “I didn’t want to drag you into it. My family… it’s complicated.”
You hesitated, your frustration melting into something closer to understanding. “Christian, I’m not asking you to tell me everything. I just… I want to know where I stand.”
He looked up at you, his dark eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place. “You stand right here,” he said finally.
Before you could respond, Rosé appeared in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Are you telling her everything?”
“Rosé, not now,” Christian said through gritted teeth.
“She should know,” Rosé pressed, her gaze fixed on you. “If she’s going to be around, she deserves to know what she’s walking into.”
“Rosé!” Christian snapped, his voice sharp.
Chaeyoung appeared beside her, placing a hand on her sister’s arm. “Let it go.”
Rosé huffed but didn’t argue further, retreating with Chaeyoung close behind.
You turned back to Christian, your chest tight. “What don’t I know?”
“It’s not about keeping things from you,” he said, his voice low. “I just… there are parts of my life that aren’t easy to explain. Things I’ve been trying to protect you from.”
You swallowed hard, your heart aching for him. “You don’t have to protect me, Christian. I’m not going anywhere.”
For the first time that night, he smiled—a small, genuine smile that made your chest flutter. “I hope so.”
And in that moment, as fragile as it was, you felt like you’d finally started to break through the walls he’d built around himself.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
The music buzzed around you, the dim lights casting long shadows on the worn-out walls of the house. The party was still in full swing, but for the first time, it felt quieter. Maybe it was the way Christian had looked at you, the way his gaze held a mixture of intensity and tenderness.
You found yourself drawn back to where he stood near the makeshift bar, the hum of conversation fading as you approached. His eyes lit up when he saw you, but there was something different this time—a deeper connection between you.
“Y/n,” he greeted softly, his voice calm and steady.
You smiled, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes. The walls you usually kept up, the ones designed to protect yourself from vulnerability, were starting to crumble.
“I’ve been thinking,” you confessed, your voice quieter than before.
Christian stepped closer, his expression calm, waiting.
“I’ve never really had anyone I could open up to,” you admitted. “Not like this.”
His brow furrowed, as though trying to piece together what you were saying.
“I’ve always kept things to myself—fears, doubts, everything,” you continued. “But with you, it feels… different. Like I could let those walls down.”
Christian said nothing, only giving you his full attention, his eyes searching yours.
“I’ve been scared,” you admitted, almost in a whisper. “Not just of the dark, but of what’s real. My past… everything that’s happened. And you… you make me feel like maybe I don’t have to be scared anymore.”
His expression softened, his intensity giving way to something gentler. “Y/n, you don’t have to carry that alone.”
“I know,” you said, feeling tears sting your eyes. “It’s just… I’m not used to relying on anyone. But being with you… it’s like everything is so much clearer.”
Christian stepped even closer, his presence grounding you. “You can rely on me. Whatever it is.”
For a moment, you just stood there, the weight of your shared silence hanging between you. The noise of the party seemed far away, like it didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was him.
“Thank you,” you murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face.
Christian smiled, his eyes warm. “Anytime, Y/n.”
You took a deep breath, the first time in a long time you felt truly seen. And though the walls weren’t completely gone, something about standing there with him made you believe they didn’t have to stay up forever.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
You sat at your desk, textbooks spread out around you, your mind buzzing with anticipation. The exam had been looming over you for weeks, a constant source of stress. You’d been turning down every invitation from Christian to hang out, claiming you needed to study. But now, as you glanced at your phone, a notification caught your eye—Exam Cancelled.
You blinked, rereading the message. It had to be a mistake, right? But as you refreshed the page, there it was—official. The exam was off.
A surge of relief washed over you. No more cramming. No more sleepless nights. You had your weekend free.
Without hesitation, you grabbed your phone and sent a quick text to Christian. Let’s meet up. Tonight.
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The house was packed. The kind of party that had random strangers mingling, music blaring, and drinks flowing. It wasn’t the usual Club Venus scene, but you were glad to be out. You made your way through the crowd, your eyes scanning the room. It didn’t take long to spot him.
Christian stood near the makeshift bar, laughing at something Dabin had said. His usual intensity had softened, replaced by a relaxed charm. His eyes caught yours across the room, and his smile widened as you approached.
“Hey,” he greeted you, pulling you into a hug. His warmth and strength comforted you instantly.
“Hey,” you replied, taking a deep breath. For once, the party didn’t feel so overwhelming.
But then, the subtle shift in attention caught your eye. You followed his gaze to a group of women nearby, their eyes locked on Christian. One of them, a bold brunette, was already inching her way toward him, a playful smile plastered on her face.
You clenched your jaw, trying to look away, but your gaze was drawn back to Christian. How easily they were drawn to him. It was as if they couldn’t help themselves.
“Y/n,” Christian’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you lied, forcing a smile.
Christian narrowed his eyes. “I haven’t seen you in forever. Where’ve you been?”
“I’ve been busy,” you admitted softly.
“Too busy for me?” His voice was laced with mild frustration.
“No,” you answered quickly, feeling guilty. “It’s just school.”
Christian studied you for a moment before shaking his head. “I get it. But you didn’t have to push me away.”
“I didn’t mean to,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
As you spoke, the brunette sidled up to Christian, resting a hand on his arm. “Hey,” she purred.
Christian glanced at her briefly, then back to you. “Sorry, she caught my attention. What were you saying?”
The brunette smirked, clearly unfazed by his lack of interest, and moved off toward someone else.
“Christian,” you began, but he cut you off with a soft laugh.
“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Y/n.”
“But—”
“I like you,” he said simply. “And I want to be with you. But if you’re not sure…” His voice trailed off, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “I do like you. I just… I didn’t want you to think I was second-guessing everything because of the fights. It’s not about that.”
Christian stepped closer, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Then why do I feel like you’ve been avoiding me?”
“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me around,” you admitted quietly.
He shook his head, his eyes serious. “I’ve made mistakes, Y/n. But I want this—us. I don’t want to mess it up because of what others think.”
You exhaled, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. “Okay,” you whispered. “Let’s figure this out.”
Christian smiled, his grip on your shoulders tightening slightly. “We will. Together.”
Just as you were about to respond, a familiar voice cut through the noise.
“Y/n!”
You turned to see Hwasa, BIBI, Dabin, and Hyungmo making their way toward you, drinks in hand and smiles wide.
“We’ve been looking for you!” BIBI exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. “You finally made it!”
“Yeah, we thought you wouldn’t show,” Dabin said with a playful grin, his eyes shifting to Christian for a moment.
“We’re all here,” Hyungmo added, giving you a nod. “Come join us.”
Christian stepped back, giving you room as he watched you. “Go. I’ll be here.”
You nodded, turning back to your friends, leaving your doubts behind for now. But as you mingled with the crowd, your thoughts kept returning to Christian—his strength, his vulnerability, and the undeniable pull between you. Would he still be waiting when you returned? Or would the crowd draw him away?
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
The morning sunlight poured through the blinds, painting soft stripes across Christian’s bedroom. You stirred beneath the covers, the unfamiliar scent of his cologne on the pillows filling your senses. For a moment, everything felt perfect—peaceful even. But as you turned to see Christian still asleep beside you, the doubt started to creep in.
This was the first time you had let anyone get this close since Taemin, and despite the heat and tenderness from last night, your mind wandered. Could you trust him? Or was he hiding pieces of himself just as you were?
Christian shifted, his dark lashes fluttering open. He caught your gaze and smirked sleepily. “Morning.”
“Morning,” you murmured, suddenly feeling shy.
He reached for you, his hand brushing against your waist as he pulled you closer. “You okay?”
You hesitated but nodded. “Yeah… just thinking.”
“About?” he asked, his voice still groggy.
“About you. About us,” you admitted, your eyes searching his for answers he hadn’t yet given.
Christian sighed, propping himself up on one elbow. “You’re overthinking again, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” you said with a small smile, though the heaviness in your chest lingered.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to worry, Y/n. I’m here.”
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Later that day, you returned to the club for your shift. The familiar buzz of music and chatter filled the air as you moved through the bar, weaving between patrons with practiced ease.
That’s when you saw her—a new face among the staff. Jessi. She was tall, confident, and striking, with a playful smirk that seemed permanently fixed on her face.
“Hey, you must be Y/n,” she said, sidling up beside you at the bar. Her tone was friendly, but there was something sharp in her gaze.
“Yeah, that’s me. You’re the new bottle girl, right?”
“Yep. Jessi,” she introduced herself, her eyes darting toward the bouncer stand where Christian stood, scanning the crowd. “So… Christian. What’s his deal?”
Your stomach twisted at her boldness. “What do you mean?”
She shrugged, leaning on the counter. “You know. He’s hot, broody, and single, right?”
“Not really your business,” you replied, your tone clipped.
Jessi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your reaction. “Oh, I see. You two have something going on?”
You didn’t respond, instead grabbing a tray and heading back to the floor. But her laughter followed you, grating against your nerves.
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Later that night, as the crowd thinned, you found Christian near the back exit, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. The sight of him instantly calmed your nerves, even as Jessi’s words lingered in your mind.
“Hey,” you said, walking up to him.
“Hey,” he replied, his expression softening as he saw you. “Long night?”
“You could say that,” you muttered.
He tilted his head, studying you. “Something bothering you?”
You hesitated, unsure if you should bring it up. “The new girl… Jessi. She seems interested in you.”
Christian smirked, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. “Is that what this is about? You’re jealous?”
“I’m not jealous,” you said quickly, though the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed you.
He chuckled, pulling you closer. “You don’t have to worry about her, Y/n. I don’t care about anyone else.”
“Then why do I feel like you’re hiding something?” you blurted out before you could stop yourself.
Christian’s expression grew serious. “I’m not hiding anything from you. But there are things about my past that aren’t easy to talk about. And I know you’re not telling me everything either.”
You swallowed hard, his words hitting too close to home. “Maybe we’re both just scared,” you whispered.
“Maybe,” he agreed, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “But I’m not scared of this. Of us.”
The vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache. Slowly, you nodded. “Me neither.”
As he leaned in to kiss you, the doubt in your chest eased—just a little. For now, that was enough.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
The streets were quiet as Christian drove you back to his house. The tension in the car was palpable, thick enough to cut through. You didn’t know what to say, but the adrenaline from watching him fight was still coursing through you. The way he moved in the ring—powerful, precise, and completely in control—had been mesmerizing, even if you hated the violence of it all.
As he pulled into the driveway, Christian killed the engine and leaned back in his seat, exhaling deeply.
“You didn’t have to come,” he said, his tone flat.
You glanced at him, your fingers gripping the strap of your bag. “You asked me to, Christian. And I came because I wanted to support you. But…”
“But what?” His voice sharpened, his eyes darkening as he turned to look at you.
You hesitated, searching for the right words. “I just don’t get it. Why do you fight? You don’t seem like the kind of person who needs this.”
He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You think I do this for fun?”
“I don’t know what to think,” you admitted, your voice rising. “All I know is that you’re putting yourself in danger—”
“For money,” he interrupted, his voice cold.
The words hit you like a slap. “Money?”
“Yeah,” he said, his jaw tightening. “Fighting pays better than bouncing at the club. And I’ve got things I need to take care of—things you don’t know about.”
You stared at him, your chest tightening. “You’re risking your life for money? Christian, there has to be another way.”
He turned to you, his gaze intense. “You don’t get it, Y/n. You don’t know what it’s like to have nothing. To have people depending on you and no way to make it all work.”
“I might not understand completely,” you said, your voice trembling, “but I know what it’s like to lose everything. To feel like the ground’s been ripped out from under you.”
For a moment, his expression softened, but it was fleeting. “This is my life, Y/n. I’m not proud of it, but it’s what I have to do right now.”
You looked away, your eyes stinging. “I don’t like it. I don’t like seeing you hurt. I don’t like knowing you’re putting yourself in danger.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Then maybe I shouldn’t invite you to any more fights.”
The words stung, but you nodded. “Maybe you shouldn’t.”
The silence between you was deafening as you both got out of the car. Christian unlocked the door, and you followed him inside, the weight of the conversation hanging over you.
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In his house, the tension didn’t ease. You set your bag down on the kitchen counter, unsure of what to do next. Christian leaned against the counter, his arms crossed, watching you.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he said finally, his voice softer.
“I know,” you said, meeting his gaze. “But this is hard for me, Christian. I care about you, and it scares me to think about what could happen to you.”
He stepped closer, his dark eyes searching yours. “I don’t want you to worry about me.”
“How can I not?” you whispered.
He reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek. “I’ll be fine. I’ve been doing this a long time.”
“That doesn’t make it any easier,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Christian’s hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. “I hate seeing you upset.”
You didn’t respond, your breath hitching as he leaned in. His lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, then more insistent. The world seemed to fade away as you melted into the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt to steady yourself.
When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Stay,” he murmured.
Your heart raced as you nodded, unable to deny him—or yourself—any longer. As he led you to his bedroom, the argument and the weight of his world faded, leaving only the undeniable pull between you.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
The low hum of the hairdryer filled your bathroom as you smoothed your outfit for the evening. Nervous energy coursed through you, not because of the fight itself, but because tonight felt like a pivotal moment.
It wasn’t just about Christian’s match—it was about stepping into his world. A world of underground fights, camaraderie, and danger. A world so different from your own.
Soyeon peeked into the bathroom, her eyebrows raised. “You’re really going through with this?”
You turned to her, smoothing your top nervously. “I told Christian I’d be there.”
She crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. “Y/n, just…be careful, okay? I know you like him, but his lifestyle—it’s not easy to keep up with.”
“I’ll be fine,” you assured her, though you weren’t entirely sure yourself.
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Christian’s house looked different tonight. Maybe it was your nerves, or the way the setting sun cast a golden glow over the small, well-kept yard. When you knocked, the door opened almost immediately.
“Right on time,” Christian said, his lips quirking up in a rare smile. He was already dressed in his fight gear—dark joggers, a sleeveless hoodie, and tape wrapped around his hands. His presence was as commanding as ever, but tonight, there was an edge to it.
You stepped inside, noticing the faint smell of liniment and the sound of muffled rock music coming from the back room.
“You ready?” he asked, his gaze sweeping over you.
You nodded, clutching your bag. “Yeah.”
“Good,” he said, grabbing his duffel. “Let’s go.”
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The underground fight venue was tucked away in an industrial part of the city, the kind of place you’d never have ventured alone. The air was thick with smoke and adrenaline as you stepped inside, your hand brushing against Christian’s arm instinctively.
“Stick close,” he said, his voice low. “This place can get rough.”
You nodded, taking in the crowd—hard-faced men, boisterous groups betting on matches, and a few women who looked like they’d seen it all. The sound of fists hitting flesh echoed from the ring in the center of the room, where a fight was already underway.
“Yo, Christian!” a voice called out.
You turned to see a tall, lean man with a playful grin approaching. His hair was disheveled, and he had the air of someone who lived and breathed the fight scene.
“Jaehyuk,” Christian greeted, clasping his hand in a firm shake.
“So, this is the girl you’ve been talking about?” Jaehyuk said, his eyes flicking to you with a mischievous smile.
Christian shot him a warning look. “This is Y/n. Y/n, this is Jaehyuk. He runs this place.”
“Nice to meet you,” you said, offering a small smile.
“Likewise,” Jaehyuk replied. “You’ve got guts coming here. Most people can’t handle the atmosphere.”
“She’ll be fine,” Christian said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Another voice joined the conversation as a broad-shouldered man with a friendly demeanor approached. “Christian! Thought you’d bail tonight.”
“Not a chance,” Christian said, smirking. “Y/n, this is Hyungmo. He’s part of the club’s crew.”
“Nice to meet you,” Hyungmo said, giving you a warm smile.
You nodded, feeling slightly more at ease with the introductions.
As the current match ended and the crowd erupted into cheers, Jaehyuk clapped Christian on the back. “You’re up next. You ready?”
Christian nodded, his expression hardening into the focused intensity you’d come to recognize.
Jaehyuk turned to you, his grin returning. “Better find a good spot. You don’t want to miss this.”
Christian turned to you, his eyes meeting yours. “I’ll see you after.”
“Good luck,” you said softly.
As Christian made his way toward the ring, you found a spot near Hwasa and BIBI, who had arrived earlier with Dabin and Hyungmo. Hwasa gave you a wink. “You’re gonna love this,” she said.
The announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, introducing Christian and his opponent. The crowd roared, the energy electric as Christian stepped into the ring, his expression unreadable but utterly commanding.
Your heart raced as the bell rang, signaling the start of the fight.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
The sound of your alarm blared relentlessly, but when your eyes finally fluttered open, the sunlight streaming through your curtains told you it was far later than it should have been. You groaned, clutching your throbbing head, your body stiff from the uncomfortable position you’d fallen asleep in. Except…
You hadn’t just fallen asleep.
Memories came flooding back—your hands trembling as the dark surrounded you last night, suffocating your thoughts. The fear, the helplessness. Then blackness.
“Soyeon?” you called out weakly, pushing yourself upright. Your phone lay abandoned on the nightstand, the screen lit with a cascade of missed messages and calls.
Your roommate’s footsteps approached quickly. “Y/n! You’re awake!” she exclaimed, rushing to your side. “You scared the hell out of me. You were out all night and most of today.”
“Today?” you repeated, panic creeping into your voice. “What time is it?”
“It’s nearly six in the evening,” she said cautiously, sitting beside you. “What happened last night?”
You shook your head, your heart racing as you swung your legs over the bed. “Nothing. I just… I must’ve been exhausted.”
“Exhausted doesn’t make you pass out like that,” she pressed, her tone soft but firm.
“I’m fine,” you snapped, more sharply than you intended. Her eyes widened in surprise, and guilt immediately gnawed at you. “I’m sorry, Soyeon. I just—I don’t want to talk about it.”
She nodded slowly. “Okay. But you should really take it easy tonight.”
“I can’t,” you said, already gathering your books and laptop. “I need to catch up on my nursing homework if I want to go to Christian’s fight.”
Soyeon frowned but didn’t argue as you hurriedly got ready. The unease from last night lingered like a shadow, but you shoved it to the back of your mind.
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By the time you arrived at Christian’s house, the sun was dipping below the horizon. He opened the door, his expression shifting from his usual stoic demeanor to concern as he looked you over.
“You look like you haven’t slept,” he said, stepping aside to let you in.
“I’m fine,” you replied, brushing past him.
“Y/n,” he said, his voice low, “what’s going on?”
“Nothing. I just need to get some work done,” you said, setting your bag on the couch.
Christian didn’t push, but you could feel his eyes on you as he grabbed his toolbox. “Your car’s making that clanking noise again. I’ll take a look at it while you work.”
You nodded, grateful for the distraction. As you spread your notes across the coffee table, you couldn’t help but watch him through the window as he tinkered with your old car. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his tattooed arms, and despite everything, a small smile tugged at your lips.
An hour passed, the silence broken only by the scratching of your pen and the occasional clatter of tools. You were finally finding your rhythm when your phone buzzed.
Unknown Number.
Frowning, you hesitated before answering. “Hello?”
“Y/n.” The voice on the other end made your stomach drop.
“Taemin?”
“I had to call from a different number since you blocked me,” he said, his tone smooth but insistent. “We need to talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” you said, your voice trembling.
“I miss you,” he said, his words hitting you like a freight train. “I was stupid to let you go. Please, Y/n, just hear me out—”
“Don’t call me again,” you said firmly, hanging up and blocking the number.
The sound of the door opening made you jump, and you quickly shoved your phone away as Christian walked in, wiping grease off his hands.
“Everything okay?” he asked, his sharp eyes catching your flustered state.
“Yeah,” you said quickly, forcing a smile. “Just…school stuff.”
He didn’t look convinced but didn’t press further. Instead, he sat beside you, his presence grounding you. “You’ve been working nonstop. Take a break.”
“I can’t,” you said, your resolve weakening as his warm gaze lingered on you.
“Y/n,” he said, his voice softer now, “you’re running yourself into the ground. Whatever’s eating at you, you don’t have to deal with it alone.”
His words cracked something in you, and before you knew it, you were leaning toward him, seeking comfort you hadn’t realized you needed. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you close as your head rested against his chest.
The scent of him—clean, with a hint of motor oil—was oddly soothing. “You’re too good at this,” you murmured.
“At what?” he asked, his lips quirking into a small smile.
“At making me feel safe,” you admitted, looking up at him.
His gaze flickered to your lips, and the tension between you was palpable. When he finally leaned in, his kiss was slow, deliberate, and all-consuming.
As he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Come to my fight,” he said, his voice a husky whisper.
Your heart raced as you nodded, unable to say no.
When you finally left, he followed you to your car, leaning against the window as you rolled it down. “Drive safe,” he said, his voice laced with a warmth you hadn’t expected.
“Always,” you replied, your cheeks flushed as you drove off, his kiss still lingering on your lips.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
The soft hum of the heater filled the quiet of Christian’s home as you stepped inside, nervously glancing around. The space was cozy but minimal—masculine touches of dark wood and muted colors. It felt so different from the chaotic energy of the club, like stepping into a completely different version of him.
“Nice place,” you said, fidgeting with your bag strap.
Christian gave a small nod, leading you to the living room. “Thanks. Bora, the landlord, takes good care of the property. She’s a bit of a busybody, but she’s solid.”
You followed him, your heart racing as he gestured for you to sit on the couch. “I don’t want to intrude or anything,” you said hesitantly.
“You’re not,” he replied, settling into the chair across from you. His eyes softened. “If anything, I should be thanking you for saving my arm tonight. I’d be worse off if it weren’t for you.”
His words made your cheeks flush. “I just did what anyone with basic first-aid training would do.”
Christian leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Not everyone would’ve stayed. You didn’t have to, but you did. That says a lot about you.”
The way he looked at you, like you were someone he truly appreciated, made your stomach twist in ways you weren’t ready for.
“You’re not what I expected,” you admitted softly.
His eyebrows lifted slightly. “What did you expect?”
“I don’t know,” you said, laughing nervously. “You’re intimidating at first—always serious, always watching everything. But now…I see there’s more to you.”
Christian’s lips curved into a faint smile, the kind that made your heart skip. “And here I thought you were just some privileged girl slumming it at the club to pass the time. Guess we’re both wrong.”
You blinked, surprised at his honesty. “Privileged? I’m not—”
“Maybe not anymore,” he interrupted, his tone gentle, “but you carry yourself like someone who knows what it’s like to have the world at their feet. It’s not a bad thing. It just makes me wonder what happened.”
The question hung in the air between you, but before you could respond, he stood and walked toward the kitchen. “You hungry? I’ve got leftovers from Bora.”
“No, I’m good,” you said quickly, still processing his words.
When he returned, he sat beside you this time, the sudden closeness making you hyperaware of his presence. He hesitated, like he was considering something, before speaking again.
“I’ve got a fight coming up. Underground MMA,” he said, his voice low. “I want you to come.”
You blinked. “Me? Why?”
“Because I want you to see the real me,” he said simply. “Not just the bouncer at the club. Not just the guy with a past. I want you to understand who I am and why I fight.”
Your breath caught in your throat. The sincerity in his words, the vulnerability, was unlike anything you’d seen from him before.
“I don’t know if I’d fit into that world,” you admitted. “It’s so…raw. Dangerous.”
“So am I,” he said, his eyes boring into yours. “But I think you can handle it.”
Before you could think better of it, you leaned in, your lips brushing against his. The kiss started soft, tentative, but quickly deepened as his hands cupped your face, pulling you closer.
The world outside seemed to melt away as you lost yourself in him. When you finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your skin.
“Think about it,” he murmured.
You nodded, unable to form words. As you walked back to your car, your heart pounded in your chest.
Christian followed you to the driveway, leaning against your car window as you rolled it down. “Goodnight, Y/n,” he said, his voice soft but filled with meaning.
“Goodnight, Christian,” you replied, your cheeks flushed as you drove off, his lingering presence still warming your skin.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
The flashing lights of police cars illuminated the club as you guided Christian out, your arm wrapped around his waist to keep him steady. His shirt was soaked with blood from the bullet wound in his arm, but his jaw was set, and his expression was unreadable.
The police swarmed the area, corralling witnesses and trying to make sense of the chaos. Unfortunately, Christian’s intimidating demeanor and the fact that he was bleeding didn’t help his case.
“Sir, step aside. We need to ask you some questions,” one officer barked, hand hovering near his holster.
“He’s not the shooter!” you snapped, putting yourself between Christian and the officer.
“Ma’am, we need to confirm—”
“He was helping evacuate people,” you interrupted, glaring at the officer. “He got hurt trying to protect us.”
The officer hesitated, then motioned for backup to focus elsewhere. You exhaled in relief as they backed off. Christian’s lips twitched in what might have been a smirk.
“Thanks,” he muttered.
“Don’t thank me yet,” you said, guiding him toward your car.
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The drive to the hospital was tense. Christian stayed silent, his gaze fixed out the window, while you struggled to keep your emotions in check. The adrenaline from the shooting was wearing off, leaving you shaky and exhausted.
When you finally arrived, the nurses whisked Christian away to treat his wound. You were left in the waiting room, where you spotted Hwasa sitting slumped in a chair, her eyes glassy and a bit unfocused.
“Hwasa?” you asked, approaching her.
She grinned lazily, her cheeks flushed. “Y/n! There you are!”
“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?”
“Maybe just a little,” she admitted, holding up her fingers as if pinching the air. “I needed it after all that chaos.”
You sighed and sat beside her. “You okay?”
“I’m fine, but you…” She turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “You and Christian? You’re something else.”
“What are you talking about?” you asked, feeling your face heat up.
“Oh, don’t play coy,” Hwasa said, poking your arm. “I saw the way you looked at him. And the way he looked at you. You two are like a slow-burn romance waiting to explode!”
You shook your head. “It’s not like that. He’s…complicated.”
“All the best ones are,” she replied with a knowing smile. “But seriously, you should go for it. You’d make a cute couple.”
Before you could respond, a nurse called your name. “Y/n? He’s ready to be discharged. You can take him home now.”
You helped Christian into your car, his arm bandaged and in a sling. Hwasa waved you off, still grinning like she knew something you didn’t.
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The drive to Christian’s place was quiet at first. The city lights blurred past as you stole glances at him. His usual stoic expression was softer now, tired from the night’s events.
“Thanks for…everything,” he finally said, his voice low.
“Don’t mention it,” you replied. “I couldn’t just leave you there.”
When you pulled into his driveway, Christian hesitated before getting out. “You wanna come in?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes searching yours.
You froze for a moment, your heart pounding. Was this a good idea?
“Sure,” you said softly, following him up the steps to his front door.
As he unlocked it and stepped aside to let you in, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this night was about to change everything.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
The hum of the car engine faded as you pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex. It was late- early technically- and the faint light of dawn threatened to creep over the horizon. You dragged yourself up the stairs, your body aching from the night's work.
Unlocking the door, you stepped inside and found Soyeon sprawled on the couch, her textbook open on her lap and a pen dangling from her fingers, she looked up as you kicked off your heels and collapsed in the chair opposite of her.
"Rough night?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The usual," you replied with a sigh.
"You talked to him yet?" she teased, setting her textbook aside.
You shook your head. "He's not exactly chatty."
Soyeon gave you a knowing look. "You're curious about him?"
You hesitated, then nodded. "There's something about him. He's... intense but not in a bad way. I don't know, it's hard to explain."
Soyeon leaned forward, her expression serious. "Just be careful, okay?"
"I'm not getting involved. I'm just... curious." you said, trying to dismiss her concern.
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The next night at Club Venus started like any other. The music was loud, the crowd was lively, and you were back in your usual routine of weaving between tables with trays of drinks. Christian was at his post near the entrance. Everything was normal until it wasn't.
The first sound was sharp and unmistakable: a gunshot.
The music screeched to a halt, and the crowd erupted into chaos. People screamed and scrambled for cover as more shots rang out, the flashes of gunfire cutting through the dim lighting.
Your heart raced as you ducked behind the bar, your hands trembling. You peeked out and saw Christian moving through the chaos, his face a mask of determination. He was trying to herd people toward the emergency exits, his voice booming over the panic.
A second later, he stumbled, clutching his arm. Blood seeped through his shirt, but he didn’t stop.
“Christian!” you yelled, instinct taking over as you crawled toward him.
His eyes met yours, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something vulnerable. “Stay down!” he barked, but you ignored him.
You reached his side, your training kicking in as you tore a strip of fabric from your shirt and pressed it to the wound. “You’re not dying on me,” you said, your voice firm despite the fear clawing at your chest.
“Y/n…” His voice was strained, but his eyes softened as he looked at you.
“We’ll talk later,” you snapped. “Right now, I’m not leaving you.”
The chaos around you blurred as you focused on him, your hands working quickly to stop the bleeding. The night was far from over, and you could only hope you’d both make it out alive.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
The hum of bass-heavy music thumped against the walls of Club Venus, vibrating through your chest as you balance a tray of drinks and weaved through the packed crowd. Seven months into this job, and you were getting used to the late nights and the steady roar of chatter and music. The tips were good, and the staff? Surprisingly decent - most of them, anyway.
Yuto, the club owner, was perched at the end of the bar, scrolling through his phone. When he spotted you, he waved you over with his usual smirk.
"Malibu!! You're killing it tonight," he said, his voice barely audible over the music. He never used your real name - "Malibu" and "Barbie" were his go-to nicknames.
As you replied, he leaned in closer, lowering his voice. "Heads up, though. Christian's in a mood tonight. Watch yourself."
Your eyes flicked to the far corner of the room, where Christian Yu stood near the entrance, arms crossed and jaw tight. The head bouncer was impossible to miss, his broad shoulders and intense gaze making him a commanding presence. He scanned the room like a hawk, his eyes sharp and calculating.
You'd been working here long enough to know that Christian was both respected and feared. He rarely spoke, but when he did, people listened. He wasn't someone you wanted to cross, but there was something about him that intrigued you- a softness in his eyes when he thought no one was looking, a flicker of vulnerability behind the hard exterior.
"Thanks, for the warning," you said to Yuto, grabbing your next order of drinks.
As you made your way to a table in the VIP section, you passed Hwasa and BIBI, two of the club's waitresses. Hwasa winked at you as BIBI chimed in.
"Taehyun's been watching you, by the way. I think he has a thing for you." You glanced over at the bar, where Taehyun was laughing with a customer. He caught your eye and waved, earning a playful nudge from Hwasa.
"He's sweet, but not my type," you said, returning to your work.
The night wore on, a blur of drinks, laughter, and thumping music. As the club began to wind down, you found yourself lingering near the bar, stealing glances at Christian. He hadn't moved from his post, his focus unwavering.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life, until a family scandal sent it crumbling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christian yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
✫ the owner of Club Venus, yuto treats y/n with care and affection, almost like a sister. he often gives her playful nicknames.
✫ a older sister figure to christian, bora rents out a house to him behind her own. she has become like family to him.
✫ a bottle giirl at the club, jessi tries to pursue christian.
✫ christian’s father, woo sung is a stern and toxic figure in christian’s life, responsible for many of the emotional scars his children carry.
✫ christian's mother, hye kyo dislikes her children dating, this is out of fear of them getting hurt.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life , until a family scandal sent it crubling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christuan yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
✫ the head bouncer at Club Venus and an underground MMA fighter. he's an ex-army man who served a year in prison.
✫ a bouncer at Club Venus and a close friend of christian. Dabin is strong and loyal.
✫ another bouncer at Club Venus and part of christian's circle of friends. He's quieter than the others.
✫ christian's sister, rose ties into christians past and his protective nature.
✫ christian and rose's sister, chaeyoung is the center of the trauma that christian carries.
✫ christian's childhood friend, jaehyuk works in the underground MMA world.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life , until a family scandal sent it crubling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christuan yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
✫ a cocktail waitress at Club Venus that's training to be a nurse. she was taken in by her best friend's grandmother until she graduated high school. y/n struggles with a fear of the dark.
✫ y/n's best friend and roommate, soyeon is also training to be a nurse. she's been y/n's rock since her family fell apart, and their bond is as strong as family.
✫ a waitress at Club Venus, hwasa quickly became friends with y/n. She's outgoing and confident.
✫ another waitress at Club Venus, Bibi is charismatic and daring.
✫ y/n's ex-fiancée, taemin is wealthy and comes from a traditional family. He broke up with y/n out of fear of his parents' judgement, but he still tries to contact her despite being blocked.
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summary: you once lived a privileged life , until a family scandal sent it crubling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christuan yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
you once lived a privileged life , until a family scandal sent it crubling down. now, working as a cocktail waitress at Club Venus. you're drawn to christuan yu, the head bouncer. you suddenly enter a world of fight clubs, friendship, lingering relationships, and dark past.
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- pairing: bouncer!dpr ian x fem!reader
- genre: written, fluff, romance, friends(???) to lovers, coworkers to lovers
- warning: this series is FICTIONAL and does not depict any of the celebrities real life actions. none of the character are dating in real life.
- an: my inspiration came from the story "Once Perfect" by Cecy Robson.
- status: discontinued
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