models au prompt:
Backstage was in its usual organized chaos as models and stylists alike ran across the rectangular space like headless chickens, leaving behind the cloying smell of hair spray, loose powder and other who knows what at their wake.
Soonyoung is no different with Jun on his hair bemoaning about his roots that the stylist never had time to re-color and Minghao threatening him with bodily harm if Soonyoung as so much moves a muscle while he applied eyeliner on him.
You know, the usual scene.
“Do you know which singer is opening the first set?” Jun asks as he smoothes down Soonyoung's hair, “Heard he's famous or something?”
“He?” Soonyoung titters excitedly but is quick to dial it down once Minghao levels him with his signature why-are-you-doing-this-to-me-I-will-kill-you glare.
“Yeah, heard from the girls down production,” Jun hums. “Some Top 40 guy, I believe.”
Soonyoung's mind is racing with the possibilities, drawing up a mental list of his favorite music acts and hoping he gets to perform besides them one day (well, model but semantics).
Ever since Soonyoung was young, he was always excited for the music acts that accompanied the runway shows he used to watch with his sister on their laggy computer back in middle school. If he wasn't dead-set on becoming a model himself, he thinks a music career wouldn't be so bad (he did win a singing contest in a town fair, once.)
“Okay you're done, get away from me.” Minghao mutters sagely after applying the last of the glitter and Soonyoung drags him down for a kiss on the cheek, before the make-up artist could even react save for the surprised squeak.
“Love you Hao-Hao, thanks for making me look pretty!”
“You're alright,” Minghao scoffs as he moves back to his own station but the tell-tale reddening of his ears is enough to placate Soonyoung that Minghao doesn't really mean it.
“You too, Junnie! See you after the show!”
Soonyoung then runs to wardrobe and tries to find the assistant that has his clothes when people around him started eruppting in screams.
“What the–”
Soonyoung tried to look past the heads excitedly bobbing at whoever just came in backstage but when you're in a room full of models, it's quite literally hard to see over each other.
The assistant spots Soonyoung and waves him over to a corner where his clothes are ready. He shrugs before leaving and walking over to her. Soonyoung could just ask Seungkwan to fill him in later after the show.
“Thanks,” Soonyoung smiles before the girl leaves to help another model and Soonyoung doesn't really mind. No one waits for you in situations like these and besides, it's not like the outfit was super hard to get in to. He'll be fine.
Well, until he's very much not.
Turns out, the top was a little bit too tight and made it harder for Soonyoung to zipper the back up without anyone's help.
“Damn it–”
“Let me.”
“Oh yeah, thanks so much!”
Soonyoung still has his back turned against the new voice, thinking it was just another passing assistant that saw his dire need for help. He lets out a sigh of relief when the zipper goes all the way through and Soonyoung can marginally breathe despite the tightness around his chest.
Beauty is pain, after all.
“Wow, thank you again. You're a life–”
“Soonyoung, right?”
Was he still high on the edible he ate two days ago because no way in hell is Jeon Wonwoo, Grammy-award winning Jeon Wonwoo, subject of Soonyoung's teenage wet dreams Jeon fucking Wonwoo is standing in front of him now.
And he just zippered Soonyoung's shirt, no big deal.
“Uh...yeah?” Soonyoung croaks out, shock still overriding his system.
“Is that a yes or a no?” Jeon Wonwoo chuckles and Soonyoung can't believe he did that, he made Forbes' twelfth richest celebrity chuckle.
What is his life, right now.
“No, no, definitely my name...yes...yep, on my Wikipedia and everything.”
“I know,” Jeon Wonwoo smiles and Soonyoung is struck with how genuine it is.
But also...does that mean the Jeon Wonwoo looked him up on Wikipedia?! No way.
“Oh, cool.” Soonyoung says quietly, “I know you, too.”
Which is probably in the grand scheme of things, one of the dumbest replies Soonyoung has ever let out of his god damn mouth.
“I sure hoped so, otherwise it would have been really awkward if I just randomly walked over to you.” There's a bit of a self-conscious smile on Wonwoo's face and Soonyoung finds it a little bit endearing.
“Oh...you wanted to meet me?” Soonyoung trails off, bewildered and confused.
“Yes,” Wonwoo replies slowly, “But with the best intentions I assure you.”
Soonyoung's grin becomes a little foxy as he raises an eyebrow at the muscian, “You know, I heard that line from a lot of guys before. Didn't really turn out well for me.”
“Oh, I'm not–I'm not propositioning you,” Wonwoo replies, a little bit flustered and red on the face as he backs up a little, making Soonyoung drop the façade with a laugh.
“Oh my god, I'm kidding!”
“Ah...didn't feel like you were.”
Soonyoung rolls his eyes. He didn't think the guy who could literally send a bunch of pre-pubescent teens into a heart attack could be this dorky.
“What's the catch, Mr. Jeon? Got to make it fast since I have a show or something going on.”
Wonwoo once again wears that self-conscious look before he clears his throat and produces something out of his coat, which later turns out to be a business card.
“What's this for?”
“I might have come across one of your videos on Instagram and heard you sing,” Wonwoo replies, a little bit sure now as he begins to talk. “Coincidentally, your type of voice is the kind I'm looking for a song I'm writing as of the recent.”
“What.”
That edible is one fucking trip because no way is this real.
“You don't have to say yes right away, I just wanted you to consider.”
“I-I don't sing, I model?” Soonyoung replies, a little lost.
“Who says you can't be two things at once?”
There's a smile playing on Wonwoo's lips and suddenly it makes something warm settle on Soonyoung's chest, making his heart beat a little bit out of rhyme.
“Just think about it, yeah?” Wonwoo repeats as he gets called by his own assistant for something that needs his attention, “Then call me when you think you're okay with this.”
“I-I will?”
“Alright. Nice meeting you, Soonyoung,” Wonwoo smiles, wider this time and it's a far cry from the frosty performer Soonyoung has seen a countless times on stage. “Good luck for later.”
“Did Jeon Wonwoo just walk up to you,” is how Minghao greets him when he goes back to the make-up chair for final touches. “Was it him?”
“Yeah,” Soonyoung says thickly, still reeling from the events two minutes ago. “Holy shit, yeah.”
“Damn, you couldn't even get me his sign?” Jun whine as he comes waltzing in with a hair spray, “I want one.”
“I was literally standing in front of him in nothing but my dignity, Junnie.” Soonyoung colors once he remembers that it wad Wonwoo who zipped him up.
“You had a top and pants on don't be dramatic,” Jun scoffs, “What did he want though?”
Soonyoung's finger tips brush the edges of the card he had hidden inside the pocket of his pants before shrugging, “Nothing much, just wanted to say hi.”
“Why? Are you famous?”
“Hao-Hao!”
The next time Soonyoung sees Wonwoo on stage is when he's walking past the performer and trying not to break character. Soonyoung can't help it though, Wonwoo on stage is a different behemoth altogether and Soonyoung had never been able to look away every since he was fifteen watching a boy, the same age as him, win the XFactor.
Towards the end of Soonyoung's walk, they meet eyes and just the cherry on top for today's ridiculous sundae, Wonwoo winks at him.
Soonyoung's thankful he's been a model long enough to make a stumble still look high-fashion.
