#seonghwa model

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just friends.

synopsis : in which two rivals are forced into working together, making them the ‘it’ couple of the modelling industry. trailer. 

pairing : seonghwa x reader.

theme ( s ) : romcom, angst & smut.

word count : 36.7K

“y/n for donatella versace!”

you grab a sip of the coffee, the only thing keeping you awake from your intense jet lag from a flight from new york to milan for the fashion week.

“okay,” you’re stopped, eyes closing as the makeup artists do the very last second touch-ups on your face. “you’re closing the show off with donatella in the middle, gigi on the left and you on the right.”

“got it.”

you say with a nod, pushing your hair back gently and then getting the go signal as the last model makes her way down the backstage. you’re ushered right after, standing by the entrance of the runway.

“hey beautiful,” you turn around and a smile graces your glossy lips.

with a quick side hug you greet the one and only, “hi gigi,” who squeezes at your waist playfully before the woman of the show walks in and greets you two with her amazing smile.

“ah, two of my gorgeous muses.” her deep and raspy voice still scratches your ears, and you’re sure it does to gigi because of the way she throws you a glance. “you two ready?”

nodding you snake an arm around donatella, shoulders straight, face calm and lips into a small smile as you three take steps towards the bustling crowd sitting outside waiting for the last call.

when you do enter, the spotlights on you.

everyone’s on their feet, clapping with big smiles and loud cheers. camera’s flashing with every second while the so-called influencers recorded with their phones, paying absolutely no attention to the fashion.

fashion is magic.

and you lived it.

being a supermodel, the one who walks the runways for brands, models and endorses companies, record commercials while travelling for shows all around the world as cameras chased you.

you started as an art major, having a change of mind in your second year you switched to fashion. having been obsessed with magazines growing up, gaping at the stunning models and their outfits to the way their photo was taken.

to watching fashion runways, learning about the designers and hosting a runway in your room with your mom’s clothes. practicing your cat-walk in front of the only mirror in your place, posing at the end or twirling around.

having come from a family where both your parents teach at universities, siblings working a nice paying job while you took it your own way and become the first model from your family.

it was expected, seeing how your parents would see and coo at you when you try to walk down your kitchen hallways to show them your cat-walk.

it was expected, but it was something your family thought was just a hobby. so when you applied for a scouting agency at the tender age of sixteen, you were rejected badly.

it was then when you fell into a slump and pursued your plan b, arts. you graduated high school while still browsing through articles on the new runways or collections or editorials of your favourite models.

and entered the major of arts and it was so tiring that it became a routine, you barely had a life outside school. excluding the family functions or dinners, you were in your room. staring at the one poster that you hung behind your door, calling for you.

and you listened.

you talked to your parents about changing your major two minutes before actually doing it, and now after that.

from following the huge presences like naomi campbell, cindy crawford, iman, yasmin ghauri and carla bruni.

you stand on this platform alone, being named one of the biggest supermodel’s of all time. you stand with pride, smile, and all the hard work you put in.

having met icons of the industry, to working with them. all the dream designers you only saw in tv or magazines would now personally ask you to walk for them, be their muse as they’d say.

you walk, you strut, you bring your best to each and every job that’s given to you. after all, it wasn’t handed it to you just as you were born.

“y/n,”

a smile graces your lips, “yeosang.” peeking open your eyes you look in the mirror, your best friend and manager walking in a dozen of donuts.

“you did amazing,” he sings, “as usual, articles are already out— critiques and praises as usual.”

he hands you a donut, “thank you,” you take with a smile, closing your eyes and leaning on the chair.

he watches you with a tilt of his head, makeup off and hair into a bun. you lean back in your white robe, a sigh of relief escapes him.

“still feels like a dream?”

you laugh, “everyday.”

you feel his hand tap on yours gently, “well let me tell you sweetheart, you made it.”

yeosang has always flattered you any chance he gets, but when he gets professional he’s the person you fear the most.

you and yeosang met when you got your first gig as a model in a soda commercial, his management team caught your eye and immediately he was set as your personal, well, everything.

he was the one you cried with when your first big gig blew up, or the one you laughed with in the streets of paris at night. he was the greatest friend and mentor you could’ve ever asked for.

“you have a meeting tomorrow,” his soothing voice makes you hum, “yves saint laurent wants to put out a proposal.”

“ooh,” you quip and tilt your head to where he sat, “what is it about?”

“you being the face of ysl,” he grins and you shoot up with wide eyes.

“no way!”

he says nothing but grins sheepishly, “tomorrow at nine, you’ll meet the executive director of ysl and work out the entire pro-“

you barely let him finish that you pull him in a hug, burying your face in his neck as you squealed and his rich lady laugh filled your ears.

“you’re the best, yeo!”

he smiles, patting your back before you pull away and grab your handbag. “actually..”

“hm?” you lift your head up to meet his, hands still fixing the the inside of your bag. “is it another meeting? we’ve got a few days in milan, let’s take it easy yeah?”

he bites his lips and watches you sneak a few free snacks in your bag before he finally gets the courage to even tell you what’s wrong.

“you’re, you’re not going to be the ambassador alone…”

you frown, “what does that mean?”

you hear him sigh deeply, “don’t hate me for this but,” you raise an eyebrow. “ysl want’s to sign a duo ambassadorship for their new launch of black opium.”

you nod, “that’s fine with me.” you glance at the cheeky smile he’s got on his face and then it hits you again.

duo ambassadorship.

“…who am i doing it with?”

it’s a careful question you ask, yet there’s so many answers yeosang could possibly give. you’re hoping for the tall and brooding fransisco lachowski or one of your best friends who also is in the industry.

“is it a guy?” you ask, shifting in your chair as he stays silent and you know it’s a yes.

this feels weirder than before, before yeosang would run to you and yell out the name of the person you would be having a shoot with, but this. this not only seems weird but fishy.

“you know him very well actually,” he says with a little jump to his voice.

“mingi?” you ask and he shakes his head, “ah, must be san, i know they like our duo quite often for magazines.”

“i think the new guy can take over that san’s role any day,” he laughs and you stare blankly, “okay, you don’t know him not that well, but been you’ve acquainted with him before.”

“man you’ve got to be specific, i’ve met many guy’s before who are my acquaintances.”

he bite back a smile and carefully mutters the supposed hint, “he’s related to your all time favourite model.”

“wh-“

“okay no time,” he grabs your wrist and pulls you up, “we’ve got to attend a dior show tomorrow, front seats and absolutely no mistakes.”

dior screamed opulence and that’s exactly what your outfit for the night was, a classic dior fit that could never go wrong.

yeosang beside you in his regular white button up ensemble, hair swooped back and a monotone look on his face that always made you laugh.

you two sit beside each other for this particular show, a different executive on the other side of you. both you and yeosang’s eyes follow every male model who walked the runway, taking a few pictures while whispering jokes that would to outsiders seem like a conversation.

“your partner’s walking for the show,” he whispers, “ysl’s director wanted us to attend this show so you could be familiar to him.”

you narrow your eyes at yeosang’s grin and shake your head, “he better not be a stuck up.”

he leans forward from your side, “he’s supposedly closing the show off, pay attention.” you nod, “your partner is a big deal.”

usually these types of phrases won’t intimidate you in any sort of way, but when yeosang says someone’s a big deal and is related one of all time favourite models.

it definitely sends a shiver down your spine, just who would this man be? he’s seemed to have a very powerful figure behind him and it slightly intimidated you seeing the heavy power dynamic industry you were in.

so competitive yet easy for those who already have a big chunk of it under their belt, the ones who’s close relative or parents already dominated the runways.

the ones side you absolutely despised about modelling was that it was politics. it was a dirty game, the ridiculous power dynamics and the rich poor status had done you very bad in the past-

“y/n,”

you hum, “eyes open and on the runway, the man of the show is entering.”

and you don’t realize how you suck in a breathe, eyes glued to the floor where the man and your partner would walk down the runway.

the lights around you had dimmed down, a single ray of spotlight pointed to the floor at the very beginning of the walk.

you swallowed as everyone’s eyes stay still on the floor and then you see the shoes of the man you were going to work beside.

your eyes slowly go from the fancy dior shoes to the loose dress pants to the hands tucked in the pockets, then to the heavily embroidered and beaded shirt and just as you’re about to look at his face.

the man had already walked past you.

you blink twice at the time you didn’t realize had went away so soon, eyes glued to the tall figure who reached the end of the runway.

your fingers grip your clutch unconsciously and it feels like everything is in slow motion, from the bottom to the top. how elegantly the man twirls around and your eyes meet his and you freeze.

“no way in hell,” you whisper at the said man who spares no glance at you and chooses to walk back.

“park seonghwa cannot be the one i’m doing this with.”

“you’re being ridiculous!”

“me?” you dramatize, “me? have you seen that man? what a cocky silver spoon, stuck up guy!”

yeosang sighs beside you, “look i agree, but he’s your partner for ysl. suck it up sweetie.”

you groan into your white pillow, shaking your head at the mere image of the man who you can’t stop daydreaming about ever since the dior show last night.

the way his hair was pulled back, eyes so sharp that it could pierce right through a soul. the tall stature, the brooding aura along with the godly body of his-

“hey he’s hot,” your manager jumps on the bed next to you, his big iphone in hand as he looks at the man’s picture with a smile.

“he might be,” your muffled mumble makes him laugh and your turn your head to him, eyes naturally falling on the phone screen.

“oh.”

that’s the only thing that escapes you when your eyes land on seonghwa’s pictures from his previous shows, the hooded eyes staring at you through the screen as if he’s some sort of a vampire.

the cool yet attentive stature of him, the one hand in pocket and the way he stands tall eerily reminds you of someone.

“he’s the lady park’s son right?” you ask and yeosang nods, “his walk’s like a mix of his mothe-“ your eyes widen. “oh my god his mother!”

you sit up straight on the bed and grab yeosang’s wrist, “he’s her son!? oh my god! oh my god! yeosang, he’s her son!” flinging his wrist back and forth as he watches you with a blank stare.

“of course he is, he looks like her too!” he says, grabbing your hand and taking off his expensive cartier bracelet he wore that you bought him. “does that make it better for you? considering he’s the guy who you’ll be signing ysl with.”

you frown and fall back on the bed, face first. “my answers still no,” you grim, “even if he’s related to her and if she comes to watch him! i-i! still say no!”

“what made you say yes?”

you smile at the director of the house of yves saint laurent, anthony vaccarello in paris. sitting with your hands folded on your lap and a slight lean back on the irresistibly comfy chair.

“it’s a once in a lifetime opportunity to work with saint laurent,” you smile, “i would’ve regretted saying no to you anthony.”

the man in front of you chuckles, spinning a pen in his hand while his secretary smiles softly before placing a folder in front of you.

“your contract’s in here,” her soft voice with that thick french accent made you smile, “let’s wait for mr seonghwa to arrive and you two can sign it together?”

you nod, “perfect.”

speaking of the devil, he enters right as you complete your phrase. the door clicking open and for some reason your heart drops to your stomach, for absolutely no reason. you chose to blame it on your nerves but mainly on the fact about how starstruck the two in front of you looked.

anothony stands up and you follow suit, his hand extending to the man who comes to stop beside you. the tapping of his shoes now at a stop, the faint yet musky and highly attractive scent of his lingering all around you.

“i’m sorry to keep you waiting,” his deep, smooth voice with the faint yet detectable british accent of his spoke. “traffic in paris is real bad.”

you knew this man was some expensive shit, but how can someone’s chuckle sound expensive. it’s the way your insides flip in nervousness at the way this man carried himself even if you haven’t looked at him in the eye.  

“mr seonghwa, we’re glad you joined us.” anthony spoke, “please take a seat.”  

“gladly,” he says from beside you, you shift in your seat slightly as anthony smiles. “i’m sure you’ve got the memo on what we are here for today, ysl’s very interested in the work you two do.”

“and so,” he continues, “we want to put a dual ambassadorship with you two.”

“mr seonghwa,” his secretary adds, “the one you’ll be working with is y/n, i’m sure you’ve heard the name.”

you fall stiff at the nod the man does, “of course, who hasn’t.” without even sparing you a glance.

you smile tightly and bow your head, “it’s nice to meet you, mr park seonghwa.”

instead of replying the man turns his body to face you, curling a leg over his other he extends his larger palm out to you.

“hi, y/n.”

you stare at his palm for a few seconds before inhaling and finally looking at the stunning man up close, “hi.” you smile strained and tight.

the corner of his lips tug up in a smirk, a slight tilt to his head making his dark long hair fall over his eyes strand by strand. eyes calm yet swirling with a dark gaze as if he’s analyzing every bit of you, it makes you sit straight and raise an eyebrow.

the man you sat beside was famously named park seonghwa, who’s tall, devilishly handsome and a ridiculously private guy.

he’s the one who’s the golden, diamond whatever boy of the industry, endorsements and fashion shows everywhere around the world. the one who’s friends with numerous high end designers, and be called their muse.

you only know him from two encounters.

one, being the most important way you found out who he was. his mother, famously nicknamed the supermodel lady park— because of their british-korean ancestry and the outpour love britian had for her.

and he’s her youngest out of the three kids.

she, she’s the one model you’ve looked up too ever since you laid eyes on magazines. you remember your mother dressing up like her in front of the mirror in identical clothes, your shiny eyes watching your mother twirl in front of the mirror with a smile.

she’s the one your mother gushed to you about and ever since then, the only role model you had was lady park. you absolutely loved how britian called her that, just with the right amount of the accent.

second, well. you’ve met seonghwa before, ended tragically. you’re afraid that the once private broil you have with him will come back to bite you in the back.

“it’s lovely having you two here,” you look at the director, “the dual ambassadorship ysl’s planning to invest in, we scouted you two as our best options.”

both you and seonghwa nod at once, gaining a smile from the french assistant. “i’ll explain the contract briefly and i hope it’ll be handled professionally,” you grip your phone, “we’ve put much trust in you two for this.”

“it’ll be done as you say anthony,” seonghwa’s deeper, smoother yet savvy voice cuts in. “after all, saint laurent always knows what’s the deal.”

you say nothing except smile, waiting for the man to start going over the contract with two extra copies for you and seonghwa.

“dual ambassadorship is something we are doing for the very first time, essentially you two will be the face of yves saint laurent.” you bite down on your lip. “your shoots, works and events with ysl will be managed together.”

“any event with ysl, you two will be going together.” he smiles and seonghwa lifts his chin up a bit.

“and that means, the met.” he says from beside you, “we’d be representing ysl at the met gala this year?”

“spot on, seonghwa!”

“so, the paris, new york, london and milan fashion weeks would be us…” you point between you and seonghwa, “going together?”

anthony smiles once again and nods, “you two understand it better than the workers here, and yes. you two are absolutely correct.”

“you will be representing yves saint laurent in any way at any fashion event!” the assistant speaks, “the more you wear our stuff the more promotion the brand gets!”

and then proceeds to slide a pen to both of you, “your contracts and pens are waiting, we’ll spare you a little time as you look over the contract— two days and be back right here.”

“great.” you stand up and seonghwa follows, extending a hand out to shake before bowing slightly and walking out the room before the other man follows you.

no matter how much you speed walked in the heels you’re wearing, seonghwa still seemed to catch up to you in record speed.

“long time no see,” he says, walking down the marble floors alongside you. “strange isn’t it?”

you keep your eyes ahead, a blank stare lacing your face as you picked your speed up. eyes choosing to wander the parisian layout of the ysl headquarters, from the simplistic minimality to the classiest furniture lining the mill work of the walls.

“decline your contract.”

it’s the first time you’ve said anything to him besides a hello.

you hear him scoff a little as you two take a left, “what makes you think i’ll decline?”

“you’re going to have too, best for the both of us.”

he shakes his head, “you’re not in my management team are you? bold of you to make decisions for me.”

you grip the papers in your hand pause, snapping your head at the man who stopped a few steps ahead of you.

“isn’t it so ironic,” you take a step closer, your heel clicking perfectly. you raise a finger and poke his chest, the expensive fabric of his jacket being pushed back. “that you said that line?”

you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head, “that it’s not my right to make decisions for you,” he narrows his eyes slightly. “you should’ve said this exact line years ago, hm?”

your eyes finally falter over his face, narrowed hooded eyes boring into you. his perfectly styled hair that he tucked in one side, letting the other side do the comma hair affect. a long, black trench coat making him look taller than his already staggering height.

his cologne smells sophisticated yet warm, a turtle neck he supports has a gold chain hanging around it. lips tinted naturally and not a speck on his skin, perfect and supple.

he looks down and chuckles, “oh, y/n.” and looks back up to stare all over your face. quirking the corner of his lips at the way you frowned.

“saint laurent is something i’ll never give up on, no matter how much you bring the past up.” he says and takes a step closer, grabbing a hold of your wrist and yanking it away. “and as for the decisions you’re talking about, i know what i did was right.”

“of course, what you did was right.” you retort, “you’re the son of a supermodel, born with a silver spoo-“

“-what does my background have to do with this?”

you inhale sharply and bite the insides of your cheek, “everything park seonghwa, everything.”

“how’d it go?” yeosang asks the minute you enter your audi, his slim fingers wrapping around the wheel tighter. “did you talk to seonghwa?”

“hello to you too yeosang,” you smile and he rolls his eyes, “contract, and yes i did talk.”

“what’d you say?” he asks, looking over the papers and then stopping and slowly raising his head at you. “don’t tell me you two argued.”

you look out the window, a sigh escapes yeosang. “he asked what his background had to do with his field of work? like as if that’s not the problem! the stuck up, stupid golden boy who everyone thinks is a prince- and, and he just fucking had to be related to her!”

yeosang’s deeper laugh rings the car, “you’re more upset that he’s related to your favourite model than him accepting the ysl deal.”

you snarl, “he what?”

he lifts his phone up, a series of text messages lining the screen. “he’s signed the ambassadorship.”

“what the fuck,” you say, grabbing his phone and shoving it in your face. “there’s no way he’s doing this for just business, and how’d you even get these texts?”

“his manager is a long time friend of mine, hongjoong- kim hongjoong? heard of him?” he asks as he revs out the parking lot, sparing you a quick glance and laughing at your solemn face.

“yeosang, he’s doing this just to annoy me. he’s going to publicly sabotage me and ruin my reputation- he isn’t doing this for business, he’s got an ulterior motive.”

you’re convinced, as much of a ridiculous thing it sounds like. you’re a hundred percent convinced that seonghwa’s out to get you.

“we aren’t rivals for nothing.”

you and seonghwa have always kept your distance, kept the private matters hidden and never once spoke about one other even going as far as to work with the other.

so when you see him first thing in the morning at the debriefing of ysl headquarters, he’s already convinced everyone that you declined the contract.

exactly why everyone’s looking at you with wide eyes as you walk through the door, yeosang following right behind.

“y/n? i thought you had decided to not work with saint laurent?”

your eyes snap to the director slouched in his chair, and then a tight smile appears on your lips. yeosang tipping closer to you, “calm down, y/n.”

you clench your jaw and look at seonghwa, “i have not declined anything, in fact, i am very happily accepting this contract.” and take a seat across him. “now if you may start?”

“of course, sorry for the confusion- actually mr seonghwa here had told us that you were thinking of not accepting! but anyway, let’s move on and discuss the shoots, brand, merch and advertising, yeah?”

you smile and the second it meets seonghwa, it falls. instead of the approachable, sweet and kind look you had it switched to the most expressionless expression you could conquer.

eyes boring into the man in front, who’s lips lifted in a smirk. it made you want to throw the box of donuts that sat on the table and right onto him, smacking one again and again and ag-

“y/n?”

“y-yes.” you snap out, eyes leaving seonghwa’s and meeting the female directors.

“we’ll have total eleven shoots, eleven different cities but one ad.” you nod, “we already know how ysl does their perfume advertisements, the chemistry is what we are looking for.”

seonghwa sits up straight, elbows on the table and eyes on you. “that we have loads,” he raises an eyebrow. “right, y/n?”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes, “of course, you can leave that part on us.”

the director smiles kindly, “great, i hope it remains the same as we progress onto future information about the promotional activities.”

it’s then when seonghwa sit’s up straight, “what city are we starting from? florence or new york?”

“great question,” she says, “we’ve planned around ten cities, the last one is your decision.”

you raise an eyebrow in amuse, the chance of choosing a city where you could shoot was a ridiculously important thing. ysl had always been the one who decides certain things like such, but them putting this much effort and trust in you and seonghwa really made you do an even better job.

you’re hoping the last city would be decided in peace, but what is peace when you know park seonghwa?

“we’ll start the shooting process in two weeks, for now stir the media.” she looks at you two, “we want to create a lot of hype over this project, it would be better if your managers can schedule some show’s were you two are seen together.”

“right on it, ma’am.”

yeosang and the red haired man who you recognize as kim hongjoong, seonghwa’s trusty manager squeaks out.

“and if i may ask,” you say, “what’s the first location we shoot at?”

“new york.”

chanel’s fashion shows were always a huge deal, being able to walk for them was already an opportunity never to miss. so seonghwa, this time, sits in the front row of the fall/winter collection of the said brand instead of walking for it.

boringly glancing at models who walked back and forth in the browns, sage greens, blacks and lilac’s.

“such a snobby little model,” seonghwa whispers, attending the chanel women’s fall and winter show where you walked.

“what a stuck up princess.”

he says when you walk past him, not even bothering to look at the way you walk or the outfit you wore. the dark atmosphere with spotlights only on the runway saves him, because if someone caught that. he’d be over.

beside him in the dark, hongjoong shakes his head. “that stuck up princess is your partner for ysl, so either make friends or at least pretend to be nice.”

the black haired man chooses to sit still, eyes closing for a moment as he remembers where he is and then opens. “because if someone caught this, not only are you over but so is my managing career.”

“oh please hongjoong, you can literally be scouted as model.” he shakes his head, eyes falling at the beginning of the ramp where he sees you coming out.

and this time he pays attention unwillingly, eyeing the white square toe sling backs. a classic black chanel tweed jacket that’s held shut by two buttons and nothing underneath.

fully exposing your midriff that was wrapped in a thick waist chain, with a matching pair of skirt and the little round pouch you held in your hand, alongside the basic accessories.

he lifts up an eyebrow, ticks his jaw and watches you walk past him. he isn’t surprised by the amount of people focusing in on you with their phones, he knows you’re a big deal.

he should be happy he’s working with you, you’re reportedly funny— he disagrees. seemingly nice, again disagrees and apparently humble, which it pains him to disagree because he knows inside the last ones a little bit true.

but what he agrees on the most are three things: you’re (from his self proclaimed analysis) annoying, ridiculously embarrassing and a pain in the ass.

which he hopes are true to this day, or at least he thinks are.

he sees the big paparazzi cameras being pointed at him through the crowds, as if waiting for him to mess up or react differently to a model so that they can catch the news line.

and that’s exactly what he does, reacts differently to when you walk past when you walk to close the show off with irina shayk.

he does it exactly how he recited last night in his penthouse, leaning forward. elbows on his thighs and one hand cupping his cheek, eyes fierce yet bored and face wrapped in a monotone.

and when you walk past for a twirl, he smirks and pouts in at the (simple, to him) impressive walk of yours. he knows he’s caught the eyes of the paparazzi when he hears them mumble and then he feels hongjoong tap his arm twice.

“mind greeting y/n backstage?”

“hell no.”

when new year’s eve hit, your emails were already being bombarded by ysl executives about flights and other information you’re ought to know before you and seonghwa take your first flight to new york.

yeosang walks with his arms linked with yours, pushing past herds of people who yelled for your name and the paparazzi that stood with big cameras. your head ducked down, big black sunglasses hiding your face as you walk past waving.

your first flight from london all the way to new york was today, hurriedly packing your suitcase last night with not a brink of sleep because of the extravagant new year’s party celebrations.

you’re officially irritated by the fact that you’ll be sharing a flight with seonghwa out of everyone, you remember yeosang’s grin when he told you this in the morning.

and he’s still got that grin, blonde hair tucked back in a man bun with his red hoodie. “your flight partner is seonghwa,”

“jeez i got it,” you grumble past and he laughs, like one of those rich ladies. “where will you be sitting?”

“beside hongjoong,” he skips to you and you lift an eyebrow up and bring your glasses down.

“oooh,” you poke his forearm and the man rolls his eyes, “oh come on, i know you have an undying crush on hi-“

you’ve barely finished your sentence that a third voice interrupts in, “-undying crush on who?”

you snap your head to the right, coming face to face with none other than seonghwa. who stood with a lazy grin, glasses hanging on the bridge of his nose.

“no-“

he interrupts you again, “-oh? on me, how flattering.” he mocks and you tick an eyebrow up.

glancing at yeosang who kept his eyes behind seonghwa while you narrowed yours at seonghwa, “who even are you?” you ask, knowing very well who he was but it still didn’t stop you from asking.

the man in front of you flicks a piece of his dark hair back and straightens himself, “seonghwa, park seonghwa.”

“what a shitty name.”

he scoffs, “men’s supermodel.”

the way he exaggerates the supermodel has you narrowing yours eyes, you then feel yeosang tug at your sleeve pulling you away but not before he asks you the same question.

“i didn’t catch your name,” he walks by you, catching up as you and yeosang began to walk inside the plan.

you look over your shoulder one last time, “well i didn’t throw it.” and walked inside the plane.

you expected to have a vacant seat beside you the whole flight to new york, so that you’d be able to extend your legs out when necessary or fall asleep fully.

not when you’re sat beside the devil who’s wearing hermés.

“did you have to sit by me?” you ask, irritably shifting in your seat aggressively.

he rolls his eyes, “where else do you want me to do? sit on the floor?”

“i’d very much appreciate that,” you say before shoving a newspaper in your face, groaning about how he stole your arm rest so he can freely sit with extending his legs everywhere in your space.

“what’s your problem?” you ask, annoyed at how this man’s leg is placed over your thighs as he watches a movie with a english breakfast he specifically requested.

“you are.”

you scoff, wanting nothing but to bang your head on the airplane window. “your bri’ish is showing, didn’t you want some tea with that?”

he throws his head back lightly and laughs, “you forget you’re from there too.”

“yeah,” you say, “but you have a premium subscription because you’ve lived there all your life and your accent is strong.”

“oh?” he spared you glance and then goes back to eating his toast. “and you?”

“i have a coupon,” you grin, “that i use whenever i want- which before you interrupt me because you’re dumb-“

“i am not.”

“you are, coupon means i use the accent whenever i’m in need.” you cough, quickly bringing out your accent. “so now you hagrid looking man-“

he lifts his finger up, “aren’t supposed to say ‘gentleman’?”

you deadpan, narrow your eyes and shake your head. “in what form are you a gentleman?”

he pauses for a second, looks at you and then nods. “point.”

and he proves he’s anything but a gentleman, from him playing with anything in your space, like your headphone wire that he twirled around his finger relentlessly while you watched a movie.

or grabbing the cookie you held in your hand, taking a bite and then placing it back in your hand while he focused on the movie.

to him loudly snoring in your ear, which you shoved him away while he laughed obnoxiously in your ear. when you tried to sleep, he’d bother you with questions that made no sense.

when you were eating the airplane food, he made sure to grab a peice of your favourite snack and eat it right in front of you while you kept smacking his hand away and groaning for yeosang to come and save you.

but that man, kang yeosang is a traitor.

he’s way to focused on hongjoong to even spare you a glance when he’s sitting right in front of you, you know he’s hearing all the arguments you and that pesticide seonghwa are having but chose to ignore it.

so you ended up getting off the flight with no sleep, dark circles, hungry, irritated and ridiculously jet lagged while the man who sat beside you got off with a smile.

not a speck of dark circles under his eyes, skin still shining and bright as if nothing stressed him.

so when you’re told you’d be heading for the hotel straight, it’s the only time you sigh in relief that you almost tear up. getting away from seonghwa would be the best unless you want to end up in jai-

“y/n, sweetheart?”

you hum absentmindedly, “yeah.”

“we’ve to go to the dress fitting real quick, they wanted to make sure the measurements are good so the dress doesn’t look undone.” you nod, placing your head on yeosang’s shoulder in the moving taxi. “i know you’re tired but it’ll last just an hour, can you make it for me?”

you sigh, tiredly leaning your head in the leather seats of the new york-en taxi. “alright.”

and when you got to your hotel at eleven, coming back from the dress fittings after a whopping three hours of standing as you tried not to just collapse on a chair and sleep.

you took a warm shower, eat a ton even if you have a shoot tomorrow (at night anyways) you jumped on the queen sized bed that drowned in white duvets that smelled like fresh laundry.

and then woke up ten hours later, finally refreshed with a single text from yeosang who’s on his way to pick you up while you quickly get ready in the stunning bathroom.

so stunning that you took cinematic photos of it, from the classic subway tile backsplash to the intricate tiles with black floral designs in them. to the sage green vanity and the golden knobs and the clean atmosphere with a big window that overlooked a few buildings in new york.

the immense happiness of yours takes a quick turn when you scroll through the news outlets and spot an article on the one and only, seonghwa.

“great,” you groan. “can’t go a day without seeing his face.”

it’s not as if his face is a bad thing, absolutely not.

he’s named one of the most handsome men on this earth ever since he stepped into modelling, those fierce eyes that are a look alike of his mother. the staggering height of his, broad shoulders that only accentuate and make his proportions godlike.

those lips that he always has quirked up in a lazy smirk, always in well fitted clothes from either formal to street style. nothing in between, you’ve never spotted him looking messy.

but there’s things that have always ticked you off about him.

you’ve always heard he’s a gentleman, to everyone and literally except you. he’s one too his enemies for god’s sake, but to you, that man has never been anything nice.

even if you, being fairly new to the industry of already huge models, have always showed your respects to the said man.

that was unt-

“y/n, let’s go!” yeosang’s yell startles you and you drop your phone in the sink, “we’ve gotta reach the location!”

“okay!” you hurriedly yell and grab your phone, taking a lip balm before making your way outside the room.

“seonghwa’s already on his way there, thought you wouldn’t want to lose to him so i brought an uber.”

“yeosang,” you lock your door, “i love you.”

he grins, “i know and i’m not going to turn straight for you,” you roll your eyes, “now hurry before you want seonghwa to be on your ass- which i’m sure you don’t min-“

“yeosang!”

“directions are easy, we’ve rented the building for a few hours.” the director says, a soft yet authoritative to his voice. “first scene we’ll have y/n walking inside the elevator- seonghwa you join only seconds later after running.”

both of you nod, “and then we’ll start the main sequences which i hope are not uncomfortable for you, we’ll stop for breaks here and there but please maintain a professional environment. that’s all, thank you.”

you smile, “thank you.”

seonghwa extends his hand out to the director who happily shakes it, “thank you so much for making us comfortable, let’s have a staff dinner after this location. and i’ll pay, after all your hard work should be acknowledged.”

you laugh, short yet strained at the fact seonghwa’s trying to over throw you. seeing the way he shoots you a smile that’s far too innocent to be nice.

“you should be proud that you’re doing an ad with me.”

you scoff, chucking a water bottle at seonghwa. “i’m afraid i won’t ever be proud-“

“let’s set it up!”

“now let’s get this over with it.” you say with a stare that has him raising his eyebrow up, the corner of his lip quirking in a smirk.

you’re rushed to get your hair and the dark makeup done, slipping in your dress before doing the final touches and making your way out to the elevator set.

your eyes wander all around, the grey cement room. umbrella lights turned on and shining on the tiny set of yours, photographers, cameraman and woman standing but the screens. there’s makeup artistes all over, staff and new interns roaming around if anything occurs.

you’re walked to the set by holding onto yeosang’s forearm, the thin and tall, pencil heels making you loose your balance if not for him.

“you good?” he whispers, eyeing you up and down as he carefully does the last minute look over.

“heel’s too thin,” unconsciously leaning your weight on him. “afraid i’ll slip and be a laugh stock.” you mumble as he cleans the excess eyeliner off you.

“you’ll do great,” he taps your cheek, “hold onto the railing, hm?”

you nod with a smile before your eyes look behind yeosang’s shoulder, in comes seonghwa with hongjoong by his side.

your right eyebrow quirks up fast, eyes raking all over the man who’s dressed in a matching outfit like yours.

since the first scene is to be converted into black and white, you were given the classic black dress that ends right before your knees. and he’s, well, dressed in a black tux with matching slacks but a white shirt underneath.

the one that has it’s buttons undone, maybe a little too much.

his black hairs pushed back for a clean and sharp look that you know won’t last a second seeing the scene you two were about to do.

in a number of seconds you’re standing beside each other, a little bit apart but shoulder to shoulder.

the camera is focused on you too, your eyes peeking over at him from time to time as you became the character they wanted.

and then in a split second, seonghwa’s pushing you against the wall of the set. your eyes shut close as he tilts his head to the side and grabs the back of your neck, leaning in closer until you feel his hot breathe tickle over your lips.

you’re bracing yourself for his lips to touch yours, heart beating at a fast pace and hoping the camera catches the kissing scene they wanted for the ad so it’ll be done in one take.

and when his lips lock with yours, you’re pulled to him while he lifts your hands above your head. tilting his head to deepen the kiss before he starts moving all together, you hum against his lips and you feel him smile.

hands coming down to wrap loosely around his neck as you leaned on him, before any of you could go on any further the director yells a loud. “cut!”

and you push him away, breathing heavily while wiping your lips with the back of your hand. he stumbles back and leans on the other side of the wall, hands in his pockets as he stares you down.

watching the makeup team quickly fix your hair and make up, while your eyes darted at the man who stood with a smirk.

“that’s what you call a kiss?” you snort, shaking your head before running a hand down your hair.

he chuckles, deep and low. “you suck at it too, don’t blame it all on me.”

“me?” you raise an eyebrow, “i didn’t even get the chance, if i did- we could’ve done it one take.”

“oh yeah?” he says, leaning down as the hairstylist fixes his hair while you nod. “let’s see if you get the chance, wanna see what you got.”

you scoff, coming to stand beside him before the camera pans in front of you. he joins right after, a certain cockiness to him now. he stands taller, shoulders relaxed and bands in his pockets as if he’s too relaxed.

“alright, three-“

“you ready?” he whispers.

“two!”

“you’re going to suck.”

“one! action!”

you think it takes four seconds for you to be pinned into the corner of the elevator, eyes widening slightly as seonghwa comes to tower over you. his hands wrapping around your waist and you feel yourself stumble, the thin heel catching you off guard.

but what caught you to be more surprised was that he held you from falling, lowered his head and placed his lips on yours.

your hands loop around his neck, dangling loosely and you feel the camera’s lens on you two. seonghwa’s hot, minty breathe fans over your lips as he pulls back and he whispers something so quietly that even you’re not able to pick up on it.

his lips smack yours again, this time messier. it’s rhythmic, fast and sloppy. just your soft lips against his, low groans and hums being exchanged between you two.

it’s exactly what the director wanted, his one hand cups your cheek while the other moves down to hold the curve of your ass, pushing your into him more.

a chill runs down your spine when he tilts his head, both your eyes closed and his nose brushing against yours. the sound kissing echoes the room that had a deep bass music playing, eyes watching you as you and seonghwa go at it.

your whine gets hushed by seonghwa’s tongue slipping in your mouth and it makes you hold onto him tighter, as if forgetting for a second that you’re being recorded.

his grip on you tightens and it makes him groan when your tongue meets his, fighting for dominance before he lifts you up gently and pushes you further in the corner. the hand behind your ass now lifting your thigh so that he could wrap your leg around his waist.

his tongue swipes over your lower lip before he smirks, biting down on your lip as his larger hands cup your cheek, bringing you even closer. he grinds slowly into you and you arch your hips without even realizing, a soft whimper leaves you and he rubs your thigh.

“it’s okay,” he whispers, it’s so quiet and gentle that you feel a twinge in your chest.

it’s then when he pulls away, leaving your breathless and starts to place sloppy and wet kisses down to your jaw. you squirm under him, throwing your head back and biting your lip while his hot and swollen lips run down your neck.

pecking and humming whenever he places a kiss, and when he poked his tongue out. your hands fist his shirt, he noticed and takes a hold of your hands in his. your fingers brush against his warm and soft skin which makes him audibly grunt and take your hands in his.

you don’t stop the way a breathy whisper for his name leaves you when his lips brush over your collarbone and bite gently at the skin, which makes you hiss. “seonghwa-“

he hums but doesn’t stop, hands roaming all over you while he buries his face deep in your neck. pecking and gently nipping at it, not enough for a mark but just enough for you to whimper.

you two don’t even hear the “cut!” that left the director as he keeps on going. your eyes falling shut and rolling back when he grips onto you, humming and kissing you all over.

it’s then when your eyes falter open lightly, feeling seonghwa’s hair brush your cheeks and his lips still over your neck while your hands are held by his larger ones.

your eyes scan the scene and you slowly call for him, “s-seonghwa,” you say but he brings his lips to yours, and you swear if it weren’t for his hold on you. you would’ve definitely slid down.

“c-cut!”

and you push him away, breathless, wide eyed and staring at him. his lips pink and swollen, just like yours and you don’t miss the way a thin line of spit connects his to yours.

you stare at him, unable to look away and he looks back with the same intensity and smirks.

“that wasn’t in the script,” finally managing to say something, as everything around you falls back to its place.

“good job you guys!” you hear one of the staff say, “amazing chemistry, perfect! i think we’re done for this shoot!”

he shrugs, “did you get the chance?” he teases, licking over his lower lip as he takes a step forward.

“ah,” he continues, raising his hand by your shoulder and pulling up your dress strap. “i didn’t let you.”

he walks away but not before winking and leaving you staring at his back as he disappears in his trailer.

you’re only then pulled away by yeosang who stared at you wide eyed, blinking rapidly between you and behind you.

“are you-“

you raise a hand up, “not a word,” he bites his lip. “not a fucking word, yeosang.”

“well then,” he clears his throat as if he’s trying not to burst out laughing. “you wanna go call him out? the directors wanting everyone together for the last shot.”

you snarl, “why won’t you go!”

he laughs, “because i am busy,” he sticks his tongue out and skips away.

“busy dicking hongjoong down,” you groan, turning around to look at his trailer before signing and walking towards it.

and as you are, you’re reminded of the kiss you shared with him at the set. though it was for a commercial and nothing is real in it, you couldn’t help but think why on earth would he smile during the kiss.

when you walk past the set, the image only plays in your mind on repeat as if a broken record was malfunctioning. which, true, you kind of were ignoring the ridiculous amount of butterflies you had gotten during the scene.

“oi, seonghwa.” you knock on his trailer, “yo, the director’s calling us down!”

when you hear nothing, you push yourself up against the trailer door. ear right beside it as you were in a spy movie and on a mission, you call out for him again and it’s then when you hear some crashing down from the inside.

you frown, “hey, are you alright?”

you think it’s the first time you’ve sounded so genuine towards seonghwa, slightly worried that the man had tripped himself and could not get up.

“seonghwa?” you knock twice and you hear a loud hum, “are you alright? do you need anything?”

“you.”

you raise an eyebrow, “what? are yo-“

“you, y/n.” the way your face falls at the whimper you hear should’ve been recorded.

“…what’d you say?” you say lowly, heartbeat faintly pounding in your ear.

“you, i need you.”

you bite down on your lower lip, trying not to breakout into a laugh. “oh?” you pique loudly.

“what a joke, seonghwa.”

you wake up to yeosang screaming to you about something, him holding your shoulders and shaking them violently as you lazily fall on him.

“you won’t believe what just happened!” he tells, way too excited at eight in the morning.

“what happened?” you grumble, hiding in the duvet cover while falling side ways.

without saying anything, he shoves his phone to your face. your eyes hurting to even open properly, your bring the phone at a reasonable distance because you’re afraid you’ll be even more blinder than you already are.

“what does it say,” you groan, shifting to sit up straight and finally reading the news headlines. “supermodels y/n and seonghwa show a romantic twist to the upcoming ysl project, stay tuned for more-“

“what?” you say, pressing on the screen and swilling up to see the video where y- “oh my god!”

your wide eyes meet yeosang’s excited ones, “you guys are blowing up! every news channel, articles, magazine headlines are about you two and ysl!”

“who leaked these?” you ask, irritated at that fact someone ruined a secret project. and decided to leak a video of you and seonghwa making out. “must be an intern, god.”

there goes the project you all worked hard to maintain a secret, ysl’s definitely going to fire someone.

yeosang lifts up dramatically, “who cares about the leaks! y/n, you’re everywhere!”

“all for bad reasons!”

“but it’s a kiss!” he argues and you snarl.

“with him,” he laughs and raises his phone by his head.

“so, since it’s been a few hours- some people have contacted me and hongjoong.” you roll your eyes at the managers name, “and magazines want you and seonghwa to pose for them, we’ve got vogue, elle, few with vanity fair- oh! harper’s bazaar and oh.”

you raise an eyebrow, mentally making a schedule of all the shoots you’ve got to be at. “oh, what? is there another magazine, which one is it?”

“playboy.”

your mouth falls, “i’m not doing playboy with him.”

shaking your head left and right repeatedly, doing the playboy magazine with seonghwa sounds like a nightmare coming true. the fact that you two would have to be in a form where either both of you or one of you would have to be in a position you definitely don’t want to be in, especially with him.

you get out of bed and head towards the bathroom, “i will never do playboy with him, do what you want to do.”

“not now!” you hear him say as you shut the door, “it’s scheduled for later in the year!”

“still a no!”

when you reach for the sets of vogue, yeosang gets an another runway scheduled for you for the day after tomorrow. the recent ralph lauren fall winter collection and inviting you walking along with many others.

you sit down in the chair provided for you as the makeup team decides to do their magic on you, you laugh at their jokes and their little gossips they had over everyone they’ve worked for.

“ah, your new shoot is with seonghwa, right darling?” you nod, a tight smile on your face as you remember the set of last week. “i saw your names everywhere, it’s like you guys have an effect or something on the industry!”

you laugh a little as they try to pry more information out of you which you avoided by either laughing or sipping on the drink. then when you’re walked to the set, dressed in a red dress, a red lip with gold glitter brushed over your collarbones and eyelids.

you greet the photographer who you’ve worked with before, a man by the name wooyoung jung. a loud, chaotic yet a a comforting photographer who isn’t a creep. he’s dressed in overalls, hair half blonde and half black and holds a camera in one of his hands.

“y/n!” he says, skipping to you and you worry if he’s going to drop that expensive camera and get in shut with vogue. “you and seonghwa for the schedule, what an interesting pair.”

you narrow your eyes at his words, “what does that mean?”

“no, like,” he huffs, poking your side which made you flinch. “you know- you and him, i didn’t know you two were a thing considering you had the hots for som-“

“you know what wooyoung,” you lift a finger to poke his chest and he grins, “not every man i work with is someone who i date, not this one for sure.”

he wails and wraps an arm around your shoulder, walking you to the set with a white background. “i understand y/n, i was very much-“

“joking,” you mock, kicking his shin lightly to which he laughs loudly at and walks away behind all the camera set up. you shake your head and walk to sit on the bench they had set up on the background.

the second you take a seat, seonghwa walks out with hongjoong holding a file in hand. he’s dressed differently from you this time, he’s got a white button up and a open bow tie. multiple chains dangling down his neck since his shirt’s slightly opened, his long hair pulled into a perfect mess.

his eyelids sport the same gold glitter you have on yourself, one small golden hoop earring, black slacks and a gold watch which dangles loosely on his wrist. which he plays with as he walks to where you were, you stand up and he looks at you, still fiddling with the watch band.

you notice how his lips quirk up and he noticed how your eyebrow lifts, his eyes steer up and then down before he nods in amusement. you roll your eyes as he comes to stand by you, both of you now looking at wooyoung.

who already seems to be staring at you two, eyes shiny and a hand over his mouth as if he’s flattered. “oh my god, i might tear up.” he waves his hand around dramatically, “let’s get this started!”

both you and seonghwa are immediately shown the poses you’re supposed to do, it’s a little awkward. seeing that the last time you two met was you making out with him, and the conversation you had with him just after.

you stand still with no expression and he returns the same, you think he’s wondering if you remember the time when he asked for your help.

he clears his throat and looks away, “the shoot,”

you blink, “yeah, the shoot.” and then slowly walk behind the bench as he takes a seat on it. everyone in the set is quiet, just staring at you two and blinking.

until wooyoung snaps everyone out of it, clapping his hand and saying something along the lines of “chop, chop! pronto!”

his demeanour changes as soon as he brings the camera up, using his hands to point at where you should be. “y/n, one leg on the bench- seonghwa lean back relaxed on her.”

you two do just what he says, the aura’s changing to a professional one. your leg comes beside seonghwa’s shoulder, “left hand holding his chin gently, other hand down his shoulder.”

you body follows his instructions, “place your chin on the crown of his head.” and you do so, gently placing your chin on his head and his dark hair tickles your skin.  

your hand gripping his chin just made you realize how soft and smooth his skin is, it’d pain you to ask him for his skincare routine because you know he’d make fun of you.

sighing, seonghwa wraps his fingers around your calves. leaning his head into your stomach as the both of you look straight ahead in the camera, wooyoung shouting about how the shot is perfect.

the staff brings in the fan so that it’ll make a wind affect, your fingers span across his cheeks and your other hand trailing down his chest.

“getting a lil handsy are we?” seonghwa whispers, and you lower your leg down and instead lean your head down on his shoulder so that you’re cheek by cheek staring into the camera.

you stifle a laugh, turning your head so you’re looking at his side as the radio switches to a weeknd song. “hmm,” you hum, eyes wandering down the bridge of his noise and you realize it’s the first time you’ve been so close to him with your eyes open.

so close that you’re practically in his face, if he moved his lips would meet yours. you take the chance to inhale in his scent, the sweet musky fragrance. not too manly, just the right mix in between.

you hand grabs his chin and turns him to you, your face backs away a little bit still close enough for you to feel his breathe on your lips.

“still need me?” you ask, red lips curling into a smile as you trace his lower lip with your thumb.

he visibly stiffens under you hold knowing that you’re referring to the post make out conversation you had with him. you hear wooyoung going on and about, “just like that! stay there!”

“forget it ever happened,” he whispers, eyes staring into yours and you can’t help but think how stunning he looks with that gold glitter on his eyelids.

you shake your head, “how can i forget it so easily?” you tilt your head. “when the park seonghwa asked for help.”

he scoffs and grabs your hand to yank it away from his face, your eyes widen at that a little. instead he grabs your hand and motions for you to walk in front, you swallow and do. he brings you in between his legs and makes you sit on his lap, using a finger to tell you too look in front.

you give him a stare and look ahead, leaning back on his hard front. his hand snakes to wrap around your waist and lifts his hand to touch his lips as you do whatever wooyoung rambles on about.

“we’ll start the individual shoots now, y/n, you first.” as seonghwa gets up, wooyoung stops him. “actually since you two are friends, mind monitoring each other?”

you smile tightly, raising an eyebrow at seonghwa who scoffs. “of course, that’s absolutely what i wanna do right now.”

“great! just stand right behind the computer,” he says, hopping back to his place before giving you directions.

you think it only takes about two snaps of the camera that you start hearing seonghwa’s loud output on you, his eyes watching you as his hands cup his cheek.

“jut your hips out,” his deep voice rings.

“you look like a fucking question mark- push your shoulders back a little more.”

you know wooyoung glances at you in between seonghwa’s output, catching you inhaling deeply before rolling your eyes and he can’t help but laugh a little.

“lift your face,” seonghwa tells you as if it’s his personal mission to call out everything you do.

you expect everyone’s reaction to be a bit shocked but all they do is, “damn, you guys must be so close, i don’t think any other models help each other like this!”

you want to laugh in their face and then cry in your dressing room, wondering when this ends. because as time goes by, his voice becomes more harsher and stricter than before.

when it’s your turn to give him a genuine output, he avoids them all and does what he’s best at. looking away from you, you watch him pose in different ways and all this time you stare at the computer screen just wanting this to be over.

when it all did end, all you did with him was share snarky remarks, glares and snarls. you were glad it ended, yeosang coming to pick you up before you could walk out and look at seonghwa.

you thought the last shoot with him would perhaps calm him down, but as you kept doing more shoots with him it’s as if looking at you just blows him off.

angrily whispering at you fix yourself before anyone catches you being like your normal self, you’re convinced he has a problem with not only you but your personality and everything else.

from your likes in food to your dislikes, randomly pointing out something about you just so he can irritate you. to him always taking your half of the food which would lead you to be hungry the rest of the shoot until yeosang mid way goes to get you something.

to then giving his ridiculously harsh monitoring to ask to delete some insane stunning photos of you two for the publishing, and then him sitting beside you on flights from new york to all the way to milan.

on the brighter side, the publicity you two gotten has only increased. cameras always flashing wherever you go to the point you have to limit yourself to go to certain places, paparazzi tailing behind you whenever you leave your apartment.

billboards of you and seonghwa being plastered everywhere, superstore magazine shelves have you and his editorials on display. and your social media following as only increased every day, getting a surge of likes and private messages from people in seconds after you post something.

your security increasing in number, yeosang sticking by you whenever you’re off the airplanes so you won’t get lost in herds.

at this point you think you’re some actress, considering the new gigs you’ve gotten to have small cameo’s in movies to advertisements and in brand contracts.

“you and seonghwa,” you’re told, “you’ll start the second half of the runway together.”

it’s the night of fashion, milan fashion week. and unfortunately, this time you’re walking with seonghwa for ralph lauren.

“behave yourself tonight,” you grit out, tapping your heel to the ground.

you dressed in a white button up with a bow tie and black slacks, a cummerbund around your waist and a long grey coat that you don’t actually wear but wrap it over your shoulders.

inhaling sharply, you swallow watching the show start and the applause fills your ears. the backstage is all dark, considering all the lights are to be turned on inside the room.

the theme being some expensive ballroom, every colour inside was full of creams and ivories and whites to gold and pastel browns.

“and if i don’t?” he says, quietly but with that irk that makes you wanna scream.

“seonghwa,” you turn to him, “can’t you just, put this entire thing between us away for one night?”

he looks ahead, dressed in something with a navy blue ensemble. eyes barely even looking at you while his hands are neatly folded behind his back, “what ‘thing’?”

you clench your jaw, taking a step closer to him till he turns. “you know exactly what you’re doing, you’re so irritating seonghw-“

“and you? you’re not?”

“you’re only doing this because of that stupid saint laurent scene, you smiled during the fucking kiss and then later? oh god, is that what you’re so upset about?” you let out a humourless laugh.

“you’re upset because you asked me to help you?” you take another step closer and he finally looks at you, still towering but you’re wearing heels that are long enough for you to do the same. “and because of that you’re humiliating me wherever we go? just because i told you i didn’t forget?”

“y/n, seonghwa get ready!”

“as if you’re not doing anything, right?” he says, jaw clenched and eyes boring into yours and even in the dark you can make out the stare.

“what do you m-“

“you’re on!”

seonghwa grabs you by the waist and pulls you to the stairs, “pull your shit together.” you hiss quietly, walking up the stairs and now sporting a smile.

you link your arms with seonghwa’s, smiling at him before putting your other hand in your pocket. he mirrors you perfectly before you two walk ahead and onto the runway, lights bright and eyes staring.

it’s a longer ramp than before that circles around in two ways, left and right. when you two are in the light of people, your steps match each other’s. your heels and his shoes making the satisfying sound on the carpet, phones flashing their lights as multiple cameras take photos of you two.

people notice your smiles, the walk, the standard you two put on and the clothes you sell. strutting down the ramp walk while holding each other, a smile on their faces as you and seonghwa play your part.

both of you make your way to the end, stopping for the camera’s to catch your looks and doing a pose but together. you catch seonghwa’s quick glance at you, silently tell you to follow his lead and mirror what he’s doing.

with a smile and a glance you take a step to the side, doing a spin and as you’re coming to a stop, seonghwa’s leg bumps into yours and for a second you loose all your balance.

having placed weight on one of your feet, like how you’re taught too- the tiniest of a bump could land you on the ground. and when seonghwa’s calf hits yours, you brace yourself for a fashion disaster in front of thousands.

it’s as if in slow you stumble back, eyes widening as you fall back and you’re so, so ready to hear the gasps and the camera flashes and hear your embarrassment by tv anchors tomorro-

but instead of falling to the ground, you’re pulled by seonghwa’s hand holding your waist just in time for you to not fall and hurt yourself.

“stand tall,” he whispers through his teeth and you catch your balance, not forgetting to look around for the stares that twinged into surprise and pity. great.

his hand grips your shirt under the coat tight as he holds you up, before letting it fall and taking his step to the right of the runway while you take the left.

hands in your pant pockets as you walked down the trail, pretending as if you didn’t just almost fall in front of so many people and ruin the show and possibly hurt yourself.

when you’re backstage, you immediately collapse by the rail. your legs shaking, feeling as if they’re jelly as you hold onto the rail while breathing heavily.

you feel two hands come from behind to slowly lift you up, and you let yourself be in their hold. it’s not until you hear the familiar voice of seonghwa ringing in your ears, “come on, let’s go to the room, hm?”

one second you’re sitting on the stairs while the other you’re on the comfort of your couch, seonghwa out of everyone escorting you to the room. yeosang and hongjoong coming in a few moments later.

your eyes are blankly staring at the floor, rewinding the scene again and again. the inner embarrassment and nerves getting the best of you, and then you look at seonghwa.

“why’d you do that?” you ask, low and angry and it echoes in the dim quiet room.

“…do what?” he responds, getting serious as he shuffles to lean by the wall opposite you.

you clench your jaw, closing your eyes and inhaling. “you tripped me seonghwa, you extended your leg out on purpose.”

“i didn’t do such a thing,” he says, calm and relaxed. but it riles you up, you stand up from the couch and point a finger at him.

“you looked at me while i spun and then you put your leg down, so that i could trip and make fun of myself!”

“you’re so delusional.”

“me?” you ask, wide-eyed. “you fucking tripped me in front of thousands and you’re calling me delusional?!”

he looks away instead of responding and it makes you scoff dryly and run a hand down your face. “what did i ever do to you, you’ve been nothing but a complete asshole to me ever since we started this project!”

he shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest as you continue to pour out. “huh? and then you saved me from falling-“ you stop, “..did you do it so you could become some sort of a hero for the public?”

your eyes narrow down at him, "oh." you raise your hands to slowly begin to clap. “wow seonghwa, you’ve officially stooped down to the lowe-“

“can you shut up?” he finally says, eyes now onto you. “do you think i did it on purpose?”

“of course you did! that’s all you’ve been doing!” you yell, although you know no one hears anything considering the commotion outside.

“you’re so blind y/n,” he starts. “so dense- so absorbed in your own little perfect world that you don’t pay attention to anything around you.”

you shake your head, “you’re not answering my question, why did you trip me?”

he inhales before he takes a step closer, getting right in your face as he looks into your eyes and notices the wall of tears in them.

“you have been nothing but a asshole to me,” you grab his collar, not caring if the fabric was worth thousands of dollars. “you humiliate me any chance you get, you’re rude to me without any literal reason and now you did this.”

he stares at you, your voice growing shaky with every syllable you spoke. he lifts his hand up to grab your wrist, yanking it away from his collar.

“why aren’t you saying anything, goddamnit!” you cry, a tear sliding down but you wipe it quickly.

you hear him sigh and it makes you want to throw hands at him but you don’t, instead you choose to step away.

“where are you going?” he asks and you scoff, looking over your shoulder.

“i’ve got a runway to walk on,” you say, yanking open the small closet to grab your dress out. “leave the room.”

“you’re not going to walk that thing,” you raise an eyebrow, turning around fully and crossing your arms over your chest.

“oh no?” you say, taking a step closer. “what makes you think i’ll listen to you after everything you’ve done.”

“y/n, it’s better if you don’t go walk on the runway.”

you pay no attention and walk past him, reaching your hand to grab your phone only for it to be thrown on the couch. seonghwa’s hand grabbing your wrist and turning you around so that you face him.

“why?” you ask, genuinely wanting him to at least answer one question. “i will walk on it, it’s my job-“

he grabs the dress from your hand and rips it apart, your mouth parts in shock as your eyes widen.

“there, you wanna walk now?”

you jaw hangs down in shock, eyes flickering from the dress be ripped to his pissed off face. your hands slowly lift to grab the dress from his hands in utter shock.

“s-seonghwa!” you manage to squeak out, “you just, you just ripped a ralph lauren dress?!”

“and?”

“do you have any idea how how expensive this is? this is twenty one hundred dollars wor-“

“i’ll buy you the entire collection, no-“

“seonghwa!” you raise your voice, “you just ripped a designer’s dress, who worked on this for hours!”

“they have duplicates.” he simply shrugs.

“and i’m wearing the one of the original piece!” you place your hand on your forehead, appalled by his man’s behaviour. “what am i gonna do, they’re going to fire me and it’ll spread like wildfire- they’ll blacklist me from this industry, i’d-“

“none of that’s going to happen,” he cuts in, “you not walking will save the entire brand.”

“what do you even know!” you push him away but he grabs your wrist and jerks you forward.

“behave,” he warns and you clench your jaw.

“the runway you walked on was broken in the front,” he says, slow and low. “i tripped you, so you wouldn’t fall and hurt yourself.”

you blink, “what the hell are you ta-“

he scoffs, “oh c’mon, you didn’t notice the tear in front of the runway? where you twirled and i saved you.”

“that’s not true.”

“oh, but it is.” he argues, leaning in closer. “still wanna go walk on it?”

you stay silent, eyes boring into his with frustration and tears. “i’ll walk it, it’s my job. if i don’t, it’ll create a much bigger issu-“

“if you get injured, think about the entire team of ysl. the people who have worked on this project for years, they’ve spent all their hours on it.” he grits, “if you walk that runway, you’ll stop the entire process. if you get hurt here today, it’ll be all your fault.”

“it’s not that big of a deal, i’ll avoid the te-“

he grabs your waist and jerks you forward, “i wasn’t asking, y/n.”

you shove him away, eyes teary and angry as your lips quivered. “and who said i was going to listen.”

he pokes his tongue to his cheek, grabbing the dress he threw on the couch and ripping it entirely into a half.

“seonghwa!”

“you want to walk so bad huh? get injured and stop the project, fine. go walk, don’t come crying to me then.”

and just like that the faucet of tears had opened, the anger in you boiling up that it finally exploded.

“you’re the worst.” and then looking away hurriedly to grab a tissue but before you do, seonghwa turns around.

you sniffle, narrowing your teary eyes at him. “why are you,” you pause to sob, “looking away?”

he coughs a little, looking down at his shoes before responding. “c-cause, i know some people don’t like it when they cry in front of people, so i assumed you would be the same.”

“and you turned around?” you grab a tissue, wiping your eyes gently. “you can still hear me, i don’t think that’ll work very well.”

“uh, right.” he nods, “i’ll get going then.”

just like that he leaves you alone with a box of tissues in hand, eyes red and a frown on your face. sniffling from time to time as you stare at the door, as if expecting him to walk right back in.

but instead of him, yeosang peeks his giant head in. “you okay babe?”

you nod, quickly hiding the box of tissue behind you. “y-yeah, why, everything okay?”

he shakes his head, “nope, the show’s cancelled half way.”

“why?”

“some rich ass guest was getting up and tripped near the front runway, turns out there was a big tear in front- glad you didn’t fall.” you swallow.

“uhuh,”

“yeah, so now the production team is getting yelled at by the director because the director got yelled at for not paying attention.”

“what?” you frown, “who yelled at the director?”

“seonghwa.”

“hey, seonghwa.”

“hm.”

“y/n’s here to visit you.”

he snaps his head up, “let her in.” he sits up straight, licking his lips before clearing his throat and fixing his clothes.

he then hears two knocks come from the other side of the room, “come in.” and then sees your head slowly peek out of the door.

“can i come in?”

he leans forward, “can you?”

and you roll your eyes, “may i, come in?”

he smiles, “of course.”

you walk in cautiously, hands holding a small box of eclairs. something he liked, or from what your google search on him said.

“uh,” you place the white box on his table and slide it to him. “eclairs, heard you liked them.”

he makes a noise of surprise, opening the box with one hand and then raising an eyebrow in a teasing way.

“who told you i like these?”

“yeosang.” you lie straight through your teeth.

“hm, must’ve googled me hm?”

“shit,” you whisper under your breathe and he laughs, and it makes your insides flip. “look, i’m sorry for you know-“

he shrugs, taking an eclair out and biting it. “i don’t?”

you inhale and smile tightly. “ralph lauren, fall winter collection. last week, where i yelled at you and i’m really sorry.”

“for what?”

you frown, “what’re you a teacher?”

he pokes his tongue out, “maybe, i want to hear what you’re apologizing for.”

he watches you fiddle with your fingers and hides a smile, “i’m sorry, because all you tried to do was to help me.”

he leans forward, one hand holding the dessert while the other goes behind his ear. “what? i didn’t hear.”

“i’ll take that box back right now,” you threaten and he wraps his arm around the box right away.

“okay, okay, go.”

“i’m here to apologize for what i said-“

“-yelled.”

“yelled at you on that day,” you sigh, “when all you were trying to do was help me by not getting injured, i’m sorry because all i kept doing was to blame you for tripping me in front of everyone but i guess that’s better than not physically hurting myself.”

he hums, tapping his cheek. “are you okay?” he asks and you tilt your head.

“not hurt anywhere right?” you shake your head, “still want that dress?”

“no!”

he smiles, “well, okay. apology accepted.”

“oh thank god,” you relax down, reaching forward to grab the box and taking an eclair out. “what? i like them too.”

“oh, by the way.” you start, “why’d you go yell at the director?”

“he needed to understand that there was a safety hazard.”

“you didn’t actually say that now did you?”

you know he didn’t say that for a fact because all the people who were present at his yelling mentioned something along the lines of.

“what if y/n had fallen down? your company would’ve gone from million to a zero in seconds if y/n got hurt! all your models would’ve gotten injured if not for your stupid mistake!”

which he yelled at, furiously.

“i said what i just told you.”

you nod, “good.” not believing a word he says.

for a few minutes, it goes quiet. just you and seonghwa in his office eating desserts you brought, staring at each other before looking away.

“you still tripped me though,” you mumble, biting on snack and he looks up.

he hums, then nods. “i did, i’m sorry.”

“still hate you for what you did back then,” he chuckles dryly and you swivel on your chair. remembering the early days of your career where no one would give you work.

“agreed,” he says, “i was, admittedly, a big asshole back in the day.”

“still are.” you correct and he shakes his head, “oh, so what about the dress?”

“i ripped it,” he stands up, walking to the side window to his office that overlooked the downtown. “so i’ll take care of it.”

you stare at his back for what seemed like a solid minute before nodding, “i hope you won’t back out from that, you know the telling them you ripped it.”

“because in the end they’d find out who was scheduled to wear which, i’d,” you laugh, “they’d probably make it a huge deal to the media.”

“hm, don’t worry about it.” he responds, “i can handle it.”

you stand up, “well, alright. thanks, i’ll take my leave now.”

he looks over his shoulder, his hair falling over his forehead prettily. “you want to leave right now?”

“yeah?” you look around.

“paparazzi downstairs,” he turns around and leans on the window, “i’m sure you don’t wanna get caught with me, leave a little later.”

you smile, “i really don’t care seonghwa.” and then grab your bag. “still on for ysl?”

the corner of his lips perk up, “always.”

the next few times you met up with seonghwa, you not only posed along side him but travelled with him across the countries for the shooting of the ad.

you two kept having magazine offers come around from all over the industry, which you two did complete with a chemistry even you hadn’t witnessed.

shooting vanity fair cover in palm springs california, under the hot sun in the summery outfits and then a different take on it at night.

“you sure are enjoying this,” you mumble, laying on the hood of the car as seonghwa hovered over you.

the perfect sunset lighting shining on you two, his hair- now a ashy blonde pushed slick back. he wears a loose gucci shirt with cut outs on side and baggy pants, neck adorned in some cuban chains.

you in a teal gucci dress, white sandals and gold accessories. looking in his eyes as the camera clicks at every move you make, he laughs lowly at your wit.

because not only was he brushing up against you, he’s breathe kept fanning over down your neck.

“of course, where else would i get a chance to do this?”

then shooting elle in vancouver’s downtown, standing in the middle of a busy street. seonghwa’s arm around your waist while you looked ahead, standing tall in chanel fits that matched.

where you two so pretend the tea you were holding was wine, and clinked it together as if it were. sharing jokes and stares with a playful glint.  

them came vogue italia, possibly your favourite shoot. where the staff had you and seonghwa lay down in the middle of a beautifully made flower boat, more like a floor, with variety of handmade and real flowers.

shot in venice, you in a stunning white dress that reached under your knees. kind of a ball gown, but not really. seonghwa in a satin white dress shirt and black slacks.

it was tricky since you two were on a narrow boat, one wrong move and all of it goes in the waters of venice. you two had to carefully maneuver your way through, resulting in him almost making you fall.

“i swear to god seonghwa, if you throw me here,” he laughs, “you won’t live to see the day.”

“why?” he laughed, “scaredy-cat, can’t handle drowning alone- ow! what was that for!”

“a slap because if i’m in the water, you’re getting in there with me!”

where you both faced each other, him resting his head in your chest whilst your hand came from behind to his head. it was your absolute favourite, surrounded by flowers and the nice weather.

the contrast between the blue water and the boat of flowers turned out stunning when published, it’s the magazine you bought and also requested if you could get one of the copies. you had it enlarged and mail it to your place in london, without seonghwa knowing.

you’d probably go hide in a hole if he ever found out, especially since you two are somehow gotten closer.

and so when you two landed in paris, you know what was coming.

the playboy shoot.

“you don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable,” you smile, “we can come up with different ideas to shoot this.”

“i’ll let you know if that’s the case,” you duck your head, “thank you.”

turning around when the director leaves, eyes glancing over the past shoots with this company. from some that make your eyes widen to some that make you look away, you were glad at least you were given an option to back out.

“are you sure you’re okay with doing it?” seonghwa voice unexpectedly making you flinch, and he walks to you with a coffee in hand.

“i’ve told you so many times that i am,” your eyes roam all over him, “as long as nothing is shown, i’m good.”

so many times as in him asking you every day, verbally and through texts if you were okay with the shoot. which you were, as long as nothing was shown too much.

he nods, uncertain but respects your decision. it then goes a little quiet around you two, eyes looking everywhere but each others. hands fidgety and heart beating like crazy.

“coffee?” he asks, awkwardly nudging the drink to you and you shake your head.

“i don’t drink coffee,” he lifts an eyebrow up, “what? didn’t they teach you? it makes your teeth yellow and that’s a no-no for modelling.”

he narrows his eyes at you, “then what do you drink?”

“tea,” you respond, a grin on your face because you know exactly what he’s about to say.

“how british of you,”

and it makes you laugh, sticking your tongue out at him and he pauses for a second before breaking out into what could only be described as a boyish grin.

“we’re all set for you two!”

you head turns to the set, a plain white set up with a stool in the middle.

“shall we?” he asks, unbuttoning his shirt after he hands his coffee to a intern with a polite thank you.  

you inhale shakily, feeling the nerves get the best of you. “yeah, let’s get it over with.”

seonghwa takes the lead first, heading for the set while he makes his casual talk with the photographer while the make-up crew do last minute touches on him.

your fingers fiddle around the towel you have wrapped around yourself, thinking about how you had to ask your mom if you could do this shoot and her reaction that made you laugh.

“y/n.”

you look up, “come on.” nodding you look at seonghwa with a tight smile, slowly talking full steps towards him.

he sees you clutch on the towel and looks behind you, “give me a quick second.” he tells the photographer and walks past you while you reach the set.

he comes back running with the shirt he took off in his hand, “here.” he says, “wear it.”

you stare at the white shirt in his hands and then at seonghwa, “what-“

but instead he rolls his eyes and wraps the shirt around you, nudging you to pull your arms through the sleeves while you stay quiet and watch.

“what are you doing,” you mumble, just loud enough for him to hear.

“it’ll be more comfortable this way,” he pats your shoulders, “wouldn’t have it any other way.”

your eyes stay on him as he walks past, encouragingly saying a phrase while you stay still in your spot. coughing a little before turning around and unwrapping the towel, pulling the shirt on closer and walking to him.

both of you wear matching outfits, blue white washed baggy jeans. instead he has a thick chanel chain around his neck and you have a waist chain of the same brand.

you were supposed to be shirtless but the white top he gave isn’t bad either, you’ve buttoned only one of the buttons. the shirt being long enough to cover the rest of your body.

you come to stand in front of seonghwa, your back facing the camera while seonghwa’s front faced the camera. his larger hand moves you at a position just a little to his right before he wraps an arm around your waist.

the photographer signals for the start and you slowly pull down the shirt from your shoulders, exposing the skin only till the very beginning your chest.

seonghwa gives you a look before he glances ahead, leaning his head to place his chin on your shoulder while his eyes do it’s magic that has the staff cheering.

“is it too much?” he whispers, eyes on you not ever looking down. you shake your head, eyes flickering to him and the wall behind.

“you’re weird you know,” you say, looking over your shoulder and at the camera. “one minute you’re all mean, the other you’re all nice. bipolar or something?”

he chuckles, looking down and shaking his head. “nah, just hadn’t had the best experiences with you. now though, i think that’s changed.”

his fingertips trail up the spine of your back, playing pianos over the silver of your skin and you shiver. “drastically, don’t you think?”

you give him a stare to which he responds with a smirk, it makes you look away hiding a smile of your own. he nudges you with his hips, “you’re usually so loud and witty with me, what’s got you so quiet now.”

you say nothing but move to cover yourself when the photographer asks you two change positions, the staff coming to help you two get into it. from the way they’re instructing, seonghwa sits down on the stool, legs open.

you are to sit on his lap, legs on the either side of his waist as he holds you up. it was your shot this time, seonghwa’s back facing the camera and your face at it. you get in the position to where seonghwa’s hands hold onto your hips, you inhale sharply at that.

seonghwa’s eyes stay on yours the whole time you get comfortable and he holds you close so that your balance doesn’t fail. your arms wrap around his broad shoulders, leaning your head to the side of his face so that the picture would be taken.

you then ask him to look up, which he follows and you take the shirt off and throw it to the side. you know his wide eyes are watching you, hands still around your hips but not on your waist. fiddling with the chain.

“you said things changed right,” you say, giving him a stare that he’s been giving you ever since you two came on good terms. the lingering stares and the heated gazes, touches here and there. you didn’t miss a thing.

“now,” you open your arms wide, “go on, we’ve to shoot.”

“y/n-“

“seonghwa, i’m allowing you to do this because i’m comfortable.” you whisper, taking his jaw in your hands. “if you’re not, i can get of-“

“n-no!”

you pause and lean down, “no, what?”

he stares at you with a desperation to his eyes, “don’t get off.” you nod and so does he, “please, don’t.”

you smirk and lean forward, straightening your back and telling the cameraman. “we’re ready!” and he slowly comes to hide his face right under your collarbones, hands now moving up behind your back and you sigh.

you feel his breath with every move you make, his lips that are right above your breasts and it makes you bite your lips.

fiddling with seonghwa’s hair as your hands move to hold his head to you chest. curling your fingers around his ashy blonde hair strands while he breaths shakily whenever you move.

it’s the first time you’ve seen him be like this and you’re sure enjoy this, along with the subtle movements you do that he picks up on and immediately holds you still. which, admittedly, sent a outburst of butterflies through you.

“seonghwa,” you whisper and he hums, your head turns to one side as the faint sound the camera snapping pictures makes you aware of your surroundings.

“you okay there mister?” it’s a deliberate attempt at teasing him, knowing he definitely isn’t okay with this for a whole different reason.

he chuckles, looking up and you take a note of the shine in his eyes. he stares at you while you look down at him, it’s then when something in him triggers that he slowly places his lips over your collarbone.

you visibly freeze and stare at him, his eyes still onto you as he places another peck. then another and another, until you stop him with the breathy call for his name.

“there’s people around, you crazy.” you say and he smirks lazily, caressing your exposed skin while his breathe fans over your collarbone.

“y/n,” you snap your head up, worried that you’re caught in the act with him. “if you could throw your head back a bit more? and seonghwa please make sure y/n doesn’t fall off.”

he smirks, “of course, i got her.”

with a shy smile you hold onto his shoulders tighter, “behave.” you whisper cheekily before throwing your head back, earning a low grunt from seonghwa that had your eyes widening.

he holds onto the loops of your jeans, shuffling closer to realize that your back’s arched all the way for him. every move you make only adding a different type of friction to him, and it makes you bite your lips and move a little.

he holds you hips still, “y/n.” it’s low and deep and breathy but do it again anyway.

it’s then when it’s your turn to gasp when seonghwa’s mouth hovers over your left breast, you grip his hair tighter when he leans closer to mold his mouth over it.

your mouth hangs in a silent gasp and you know the camera caught that, you’re so caught up in the moment that you don’t even realize his tongue poking out to circle around your nipple.

“seonghwa.” you hiss and he hums.

“gonna have to hide this one,” he whispers and you hold his hand that rests on your back.

“hide from who?” you ask, shakily staring into the camera.

“fro- nothing.”

you nod and bite back a gasp when his tongue flicks over your nipple, his one hand sheepishly coming up to cup your breast. it makes you let out a low whine, gripping his shoulders tightly as he softly places kisses all over.

“alright! let’s take a break and we’ll come back for any last minute shoot, cool?”

a choir of “yes’s” go around which makes you and seonghwa pause.

“now move on, the restaurant downstairs is smelling good!” and in seconds the entire room emptied itself, leaving you and seonghwa in the same position as before.

“you think they forgot about us?” you whisper, and he laughs.

“they’ll send someone up with the food,” he responds back, caressing your waist with his thumbs and you look down.

“you can let go now,” you manage to let out after that intense two second eye contact with him, “they’re all gone.”

“hm,” he smiles, “that means we’re all alone right?”

you nod and he smirks, “what were you doing when they all were here?”

you tilt your head to the right, “doing what?” knowing full well what he’s talking about but you gotta play dumb, testing the waters for his response.

“you know,” he leans back, eyes roaming all over you before he pokes his tongue out. “all over me like you’re telling me something.”

you smirk and lean forward, pushing his hair back gently. “telling you what?”

he runs his tongue over his lower lips before gently holding your chin, “that how much of a bad person you are.”

you raise an eyebrow, “yeah?” he nods, “then shouldn’t i get puni-“

he barely lets you complete your sentence before smashing his lips into yours, hands coming to fully up your cheeks as you hold him closer. it’s the first time you’ve kissed him since that shoot, but this time it’s different.

you’re aware of how soft his lips are, moving against yours in a rhythm that’s similar to the song playing in the back. one of the weeknd songs that you’ve heard playing in edits that had you and seonghwa in them, it only makes you smile against his lips.

hips arched to his, beginning to roll against him while he begins to move. both of you fight for dominance but with a smile and it shoots butterflies in you, your hands wrapping around him tighter as your finger tips brush over his back.

when he tugs onto your jeans you gasp and he takes the chance to slip his tongue in. you squeal when his hands travel down to your thighs, squeezing them and you bite down on his lip.

he pushes himself on you and you let out a muffled groan, his tongue licks your lips and you let out a groan. the sound of kissing echoes the room but not louder than the music.

he teasingly sucks on your lower lip in and you smack his back, he chuckles but it gets muffled by your lips until he finally pulls away. a thin line of spit connecting you to him, lips swollen and hot.

it’s the way you don’t shy away and it makes him huff, “if someone walks in right now, we’d be over.”

he bites his lips and smiles, “uhuh?” you nod, he leans forward to peck your lips and then the tip of your nose. “won’t you want to give them a show?”

you laugh and look away, “you exhibitionist is showing,” your eyes search all over his face. from the pretty eyes to the ling nose bridge you run a finger down slowly. “i like to do things in private, by the way.”

he nods slowly, eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes. hands moving to your waist, “then hold on tight.” and you cross your legs together behind him, “putting a show in private.”

it takes him seconds to lift you up and walk to the dressing room, eyes still on you as he opens the door with his foot and kicks it back. only to push your back to it, kissing you as if it’s his every right too.

squealing when he pins you against the door and kisses you feverishly, your hands coming to cup his cheeks. broken moans eliciting from one another that only makes the kiss deeper, he doesn’t pull away until you tug on his hair. but he wastes no time and moves his swollen and puffy lips, tinted in your rusty lipstick down your neck.

he pokes his tongue out and licks a strip down your neck and it makes you shudder, rubbing your thumb over his cheeks you leaned closer. when you pull away and lean your forehead on him, you’re breathless, smiling and staring at him.

he stops to raise an eyebrow, “we have ten minutes.” and then kisses you again.

his tongue explores your mouth and you moan when he uses his teeth to nibble on your lower lip, and it has you whining against him. he then freezes, wanting to hear the sound again, he grabs your waist and tilts his head, deepening the kiss to which you responded back.

he nibbles and sucks and swirls his tongue over your lips, hands roaming everywhere and swollen, hot lips pecking every part of your face, neck and shoulders. you bite your lip and squirm when he circles his tongue over your skin.

he sucks and bites and circles his tongue on a particular spot that has you hissing his name out, “no marks.” you whisper and he hums in disappointment but pecks the skin while your head rests against the door.

when you two pull back, both of you are breathing heavily. chest heaving up and down his eyes looks at yours, and then down to your swollen lips.

“i really do hate you,” you whisper, “but i can’t get enough of you.”

smirking he lays his lips over yours again, softly and it only lasts for a second before he pulls back. “eight minutes?” you look behind him, seeing the clock hanging on the wall.

“seven now,” you whisper and he wastes no time to move you to the blue couch in the corner of the room, when you stare into his eyes, there’s a shift in his eyes that has a wave of what you can think is arousal flow in you.

you nod for him to continue and he comes to press his lips on yours again, this time messier and hotter. teasingly nibbling on your lower lip, gasping when he starts to trail his lips down your jaw to your neck.

hands coming over your breasts and you sigh, his hands slowly travel down the valley of your breasts. “you’re so stunning,” he whispers in the silence and you let out a whimper.

he throws his head back before he comes to cups both of your boobs gently and gives them a squeeze, earning a whine from your lips. his finger caresses them while he stares at you and then kneels down, your legs open on response and he makes himself comfortable between them.

“better hurry up,” he shakes his head, lowering his face till his lips are ghosting over your breasts. he gently pecks them first and your hips stutter, he smiles and pokes his tongue out to lick before molding his mouth over it.

you bite your lips but a meek escapes you when he growls at the softness, his large hands squishing at your skin and you throw your head back, mouth hung open and eyes shut.

he swallows and kneads and pinches with both his hands, “pretty,” he whispers before lowering his lips to mould on your breast.

while he sucks and circles his tongue relentlessly on your boob, his other hand tweaks and rolls your hardened and sensitive nipples.

he swirls his tongue over the bud, then swirls and nibbles on it and it has you parting your lips. he hums while you squirm and run your fingers through his soft hair, he looks up while in the middle of poking his tongue out and raises an eyebrow.

“can you hurry up?” you say, breathing heavily as the coil of heat in you starts to increase. you’re so impatient that you unbutton your jeans and lower them while he backs away, eyes roaming all over you with an impressed face.

you wiggle your hips and tug your jeans down, leaving you in just your underwear. he watches you impatiently yank your jeans of you and then grab his chain to bring him up to you, lips messily meeting his as he loosely hangs his hands over your waist.

while your mouths attached to his, his fingers brush over your center and it makes you shiver. pulling back to stare into his that are full of nothing but lust. he loops his slim fingers over the waistband of your underwear while slowly caressing through the cloth, you squirm and bite your lips as he watches you.

you swear you hear a low whine come from him when he traces his fingers over the wet trace on your underwear. he watches as you bite your lips and his fingers bring your underwear down to ankles, he brings his face closer to your already wet and needy clit.

your breathing begins to waver when he takes the chance to slowly slip a finger in your already wet clit, you gasp and whine when he goes in.

tilting his head has he grabs the back of your thigh and pulls it over his shoulder, and then he inserts another finger. watching your face through his hooded eyes, how your mouth hangs open and how quickly you bit down on your lip.

“y/n,” he whispers as you throw your head back, “want you so bad.”

his gaze is hot, the glint in his eyes that screamed lust and it makes you shut your eyes. he sees how you’re leaning on your elbows while he watches you for a few seconds, whining his name as he lowers his face down to your center.

“seonghwa,” you bite your lips. “hurry up.”

“who’s in need of who now?” he teases what you told him once before and you whine.

“gonna have to wait, pretty.” he holds your hips and pushes you closer to him. his hot breath fans over your heat and it makes you shiver.

wasting no time he grabs your thighs and puts them over his shoulder. winking at you before he leans his hot mouth closer, he pecks your clit and you throw your head back. the neediness and frustration increasing with every tease he does.

his hot lips tease your inner thighs before they finally reaches your wet folds. you whimper when he places soft kisses and hot long licks when he twirls his tongue in your inner thighs before he slips in his finger and presses his mouth onto your clit.

you throw your head back and let out one of those high pitched, breathy cries when his lips touch your heat and it only builds the heat in you.

his long tongue laps, swirls and circles all over your clit as he holds onto your thighs and shifts you to be comfortable before fully doing at it.

you squirm and let out breathy and shaky calls for him, pushing his ashy blond hair back while he repeats his method again and again until your eyes are prickling with tears and your mouth cries out his name.

clutching onto the couch, he licks a strip down your folds making you shudder underneath him.

“you’re doing so good y/n.”

you let out a loud cry of his name when he does so, loud enough for literally anyone to hear and it somehow turns you on. to be caught in an act with him.

your hips arch to him, grinding against his mouth and he squeezes your thighs. he eats you out like he’s been starving. his long tongue circles and sucks on the bundle of nerves while you let out loud and breathy moans that has his cock hardening in his pants.

“i’m close!” you cry his name out, feeling the heat coiling in you at a fast pace.

“baby, go on.” fingers finding his hair, pulling on them when his nose would brush against your wet and sloppy pussy again and again while you cry his name out.

he sucks harshly and kisses, slowing down he hums and pulls back to look at you, “go on baby, come for me.” his lips glistening with your come and you think he’s never looked that good.

and as if on command you do, body falling back as a layer of sweat washes over you. chest heaving up and down and he stands up, hovering over you and cups your cheek with one of his hands.

“want you to know how good you taste,” he whispers before locking lips with yours again, humming and smiling during it.

“y/n, seonghwa we’re back!”

“shit.”

the next time you get to see seonghwa is on the tv, doing an interview with one of the most known french reporter, laura dupont. you know she loves the inside scoop and know, know she’ll get some out from seonghwa.

so you sit by yeosang, huddled together on your bed. still in paris, the same hotel as before but in your pyjamas. it’s a dark but soothing night, the windows open slightly but you and yeosang have the blanket over you two for a little razzle dazzle.

the window, from your peripheral shows the eifflel tower in its full glory. sparkling every hour for five minutes, and right now as well.

yeosang has the remote in his hand and both your eyes are glued to the tv, laura dupont sitting on the velvet couch in the hidden apartment of the eiffel tower.

“welcome paris! join us tonight for an exclusive interview with the supermodel, park seonghwa.”

you turn your head to yeosang, “did you know he was doing an interview?”

he shrugs, “i have his schedule with me, hongjoong just sometimes tells me about it.”

you gape, “how are you and he doing,” you nudge his shoulder teasingly. “anything new? a date? a proposal? a marriage? a ba-“

“shut up,” you grin, looking at the tv and raising an eyebrow at what you’re seeing.

“so good to have you here seonghwa, long time no see!”

there sat seonghwa, truly looking like the model he is. and before, maybe a bit now too, it would pain you to even compliment him. but now, you’ve got to agree he looks so fine that you remember the other day you had with him.

him between your legs and-

“y/n?”

“yeah, i’m here, sorry,” you mumble, eyes on the man who’s dressed in such an outfit that you think should be illegal.

a yves saint laurent white button-up, four buttons open, black jeans, a black jacket and a whole lot of necklaces. some gold cartier rings on his slim fingers and ugh, his hair. the ashy blonde tucked neatly that you bite your lips.

“so we’ve found out about the new project you’re doing, how’s it going so far?”

he chuckles, “it’s going great actually, you know some opinions here and there and it fixes the project well.” he pauses and smiles at laura with red lips that remind him too much of you. “i think it’ll be a hit.”

laura laughs, “i’m sure it’ll be, they’ve got you and the very lovely y/n. mentioning y/n,” she leans closer, “how has working with her been?”

you poke your tongue to the walls of your cheek, biting a smile back because you know he’s going to say some snarky answer that he’d whine to you about later when he calls you.

“y/n’s amazing to work with,” you raise an eyebrow, “very nice and easygoing, she’s funny too so it’s a lot comfortable to talk to her and the connection between the crew is great.”

“how amazing,” laura says, “hope the project does you two well.”

he chuckles, leaning back on the couch. “thank you.”

“now seonghwa, let’s get onto more juicer details.” he smiles, “what most of us are here for, shall we start?”

he smirks, looks into the camera and nods. “let’s go.”

laura switches her cue cards to the ones for questions that has you curling your toes, seonghwa on the other hand appears calm and collected.

yeosang’s silently observing everything with a raise of an eyebrow.

“how’s y/n,” laura asks, wiggling her eyebrows as seonghwa chuckles.

“she’s great,” he answers, “great colleague.”

“just a colleague?”

you see the way his lips quirk into a smirk, he leans back on the couch and places his elbow on the armrest. cupping his cheek while he crosses his legs and chuckles and you swear on everything you just felt your heart swell.

“what would you like to hear laura?” he teases and she laughs, “y/n’s very interesting.”

huh, you think, interesting.

“just interesting seonghwa? nothing else?” she leans forward, “what do you have to say about the recent penthouse adventure you two had?”

“you went to his penthouse?!” yeosang’s yell startles you, “y/n!”

“what!” you answer, “we had coffee and then the executive wanted to meet up and his penthouse was closer so we just, you know went there and the paparazzi caught us?”

he raises an eyebrow, “you’re fucking seonghwa aren’t you?”

your mouth hangs open and you shove him away, “no i’m not!”

“actually,” seonghwa laughs, rubbing his chin as he stares at the interviewer and then at the staff behind the cameras. “it was just a friendly dinner, we have a paris show later on in the month and we both are opening so we decided on some walks and practiced.”

that’s a lie, you two made out even more.

you already know yeosang’s staring at you and you don’t even look at him, instead of looking at the conversation happening between seonghwa and laura.

“just practiced walks or are you hiding something from us?”

seonghwa leans forward onto his elbows and chuckles, “oh please, if i were to be hiding something you’d be able to tell, laura.”

“aren’t you a flirt,” she replies and they both laugh.

“but then seonghwa,” he nods, “you definitely wouldn’t hide a relationship! i’ve heard our top model kai has his eyes on y/n, do you have anything to say to kai or y/n?”

“fuck.” you whisper, “that was just for fun!”

you remember one of your close friends, kim jongin or alias kai. both of you having started your careers at the same time and just having fun with the interviewer.

you’re not even scared of yeosang anymore, you’re more scared of what seonghwa’s going to say on live television and when he calls you.

laura jumps, “oh! and adding onto that, hasn’t y/n mentioned that her type is kai? i remember from when i interviewed her.”

you want to bang your head against the wall but you choose to bring the blanket up to your nose. eyes blown wide and lips curling upwards.

seonghwa chuckles, and you know the difference. his chuckle is dark and low, an eyebrow quirking up as he gives the camera a glance and it seems as if he’s looking right at you.

“ah, kai’s absolutely lovely, we’re all three actually good colleagues.” he eases, “don’t worry, y/n isn’t dating kai anytime soon haha. but i’d like to say to kai that, contact me, let’s have dinner soon.”

“oh so, is y/n not dating you?”

he says nothing but flashes his million-dollar smile before it cuts to commercials.

“yeosang, i’m fucking park seonghwa.”

“i knew it!” he yells, jumping on the bed and you fall to the front. hiding your face in the duvet while squealing like a high schooler, “you two were acting suspiciously!”

“i knew it!” he screams, “that fashion show where you walked, the one for chanel. he went backstage and i followed and he complimented you! oh my god! you even kissed him!”

“yeosang, i swear to god.” you grab a pillow and chuck it at him. “shut up!”

and just then the interview rolls back in and your head snaps up, laura and seonghwa once again on tv.

your eyes go to your phone and you see that one notification that you know is from seonghwa but you dare not check and instead look at the tv, yeosang in the same position as you.

“so then, we all know millions of girls and boys of all ages are swooning over this gentleman personality of yours.” laura squeaks, “tell me if you’re actually like that in real life.”

“is he?” yeosang turns his head to ask you.

“why are you asking me!” you retort, eyes on the tv again. “…sometimes he is, but other times he’s so annoying.”

seonghwa looks down and laughs, “i like to think i am, or you would’ve probably heard from my mother.”

“and your ideal type?”

he smiles, “someone who only likes me,” you raise an eyebrow. “i’m a little possessive over stuff like this, it’s not in an unhealthy way but it does irk me when my lover is being mentioned with someone i’m not a fan of.”

“oh fuck,” yeosang mumbles, “he’s gonna fuck you good tonight.”

“yeosang, fuck off!”

“now let’s have you say something about these models you’ve worked with before.”

seonghwa nods and laura continues. “kaia gerber.”

“very sweet.”

“gigi?”

“so down to earth,” he hums, “also love her daughter, and zayn, huge fan.”

“um, naomi campbell?”

“legendary,” he responds.

“kate moss?”

“haven’t had the chance to work with her just yet.”

“how about, you modelling with your mum?”

“oh,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “too controlling,” he laughs, “i’m kidding, she’s the best model mother i could ask for.”

“fransisco lachowski?”

“someone who’s face i want badly.”

you smile and so does yeosang.

“last but not least,” you brace yourself. “y/n.”

“someone i’m very fond of.”

“oh y/n,” yeosang nudges you, “take your pill tonight.”

“i’m literally going to fire you.”

as time goes by, the interview’s finally finished and has your heart beating way to fast and the sudden butterflies when you think about the way he answered some questions.

yeosang’s already left with a friendly reminder to, “use protection!”

and so now you hold your phone in your hands, eyes on the screen and at the message, he sent a while ago along with the ones he’s sending now.

biting your lips while squealing and rolling around in your bed, you would’ve never thought there would ever be a day like this to ever come over you. the man who you disliked, even if you haven’t forgotten about certain things, you didn’t think you’d be so down bad for him.

when you look back at the phone and finally muster the courage to respond, you get a call from the devil himself.

you throw your phone away and bring your face in your hands. shaking your head before inhaling sharply and reaching for the phone and pressing green.

“hey.”

his voice absolutely makes you melt and you want to scream but hold your silence.

“hi.”

“watched my interview baby?”

you smile despite your insides flipping. “i’m not a free person seonghwa, i’m very busy.”

you hear him laugh, “mhm, but a little birdie told me that you did.”

“fucking yeosang,” you whisper to yourself.

“y/n?”

“y-yeah!”

“did you watch it, sweetheart?” he asks once again, saying that sweetheart in his accent and you have no choice but to say you did.

“i did,” you respond, keeping it short. “miss dupont.”

he chuckles and then grows silent, “who’s kai?”

“ah,” you smirk, “just a close friend.”

“yeah?” he says, a little shaky and you assume he’s walking back to his cars. “do you like him?”

you lift an eyebrow, “why’s that a question?”

“curiosity.”

you look down and smile, “i do like him, but that’s none of your business.”

“and me?”

“hm? i can’t hear you! sorry is the connection okay?” you ask, deliberately teasing him to which if he falls for he doesn’t say anything.

it makes you laugh when he whines to the phone, “what about you seonghwa, aren’t we just colleagues?” you tease, “or unless you’re hiding something.”

“nothing like that,” he says, calmer now and you know he’s sitting. “we’re going london tomorrow, you excited?”

“yeah, i’ll see my family after a while.” you push a strand behind your ear, “have to explain to them about the photoshoots we’ve done, hopefully, no one has a heart attack.”

he chuckles, “i think we looked good in all, especially-“

“especially what?”

“playboy,” he says and you suck in a breath. “that one’s my favourite but i’m afraid not everyone will see it.”

“why not?” you ask, curious why he said it on the day of the shoot and now.

he chuckles lowly, “wouldn’t want our kids to see right?”

you laugh, rolling on your back. shaking your head when he laughs obnoxiously.

“you perv, i liked the veince ones.”

“oh! my parents liked those, they bought the magazine- actually talking about my parents.” you smile, “i heard you’re a fan of my mom.”

“yeah,”

“do you want to meet her?”

“are you kidding?” you say, eye wide and mouth open.

“nope, she asked me if i could invite you to a dinner.” you sit up straight, “it’s a small family dinner and they invited a few people and sent you an invi-“

“seonghwa!”

“yes, baby.”

“i’m going to that dinner with you.”

he grins, “got it, anything else you want to say?”

“tell your mom thank you!”

“anything else?”

“oh, and should i bring a gift?”

“your choice.”

“okay!”

he stops for a second and clears his throat, “..anything else?”

you pause, lifting an eyebrow up as a sheepish smile laces over your lips. “no, nothing else.”

“you sure?”

you hum, shaking your head at his antics.

“you’re forgetting something,” he says.

“oh? what is it?”

“my good night, a compliment and a kiss.”

you scoff playfully, “okay then mr park seonghwa, you worked very hard. have a good night.”

“and the kiss?”

you hang up.

when you expected to keep everything going on between you and seonghwa in private, you were great at it. but seonghwa, that man can’t keep his hands off of you, to the times you have to shove his hand away because even walls have eyes.

“the flight attendant will literally see you,” you smack his hand away from your thigh, “do it again and see where it lands you.”

he smiled, leaning closer towards you. “are you planning to keep this thing between us a secret forever?”

you put the glass of juice down and then turn it to him, “what exactly do we have between us that’s worth sharing?”

he frowns, tilting his head to the side while you continue. “we’re friends? barely are, we don’t like each other-“

“then what was that?” he raises an eyebrow and you smile.

“you tell me,” you pique, “many call it a hookup, i think i’ll agree.”

and ever since then you came to see the little difference in the relation between you two, the lingering stares are more heated and yearning and your lips are begging to touch.

if not for the shoots you two were placed in, your lips would definitely beg to keep them away. considering you two never got enough of each other.

“i still hate you,” you hurriedly say before he captures your lips. “but damn it, i can’t get enough of you.”

he’d smile during the kiss, so warm and full of comfiness. his hands always by your hips, caressing his thumbs up and down your skin as he pushed his weight on you.

when landed in london, you two were immediately off to shooting for ysl. spending hours late in the night on sets, coffees in hand and gazing at the lit-up britain in the sparks of night.

having dinners with the crew to going out at night with seonghwa, hand in hand going around the streets and taking pictures. eating the street food, visiting the london bridge to gaze out at the water.

and then pinning each other to the alley walls and kissing softly, hushed whispers and shy smiles, as a lamp post shone on you two as your lips locked.

his long coats matching the colour of your jackets, taking pictures with silly expressions or ultra zoomed-in makeshift memes, to then going out to visit the museums.

you know there’s a little buzz around your social media page, pictures looking too familiar to seonghwa’s page. but you’re glad it gets pushed away and excused as ‘they’re shooting together obvi.’

because as much as you’d wanna publicly establish whatever you had with seonghwa, you’re afraid that there is nothing there. just a measly little hook-up you two had and the formalities that came with it, but it doesn’t stop him from thinking otherwise.

“is this a date?” your hushed voice asks, leaning on the wall as he held onto your waist. your hand lifting to pull his hair strands behind his ears.

he leans forward till his face is in your neck, “i’d like it to be.” lips brushing over your skin and it sends your heart in a frenzy.

so when the savage x fenty runway came along, right in the heart of london. you were one of the models chosen for two of the runways, back to back.

the minute he heard the news, he had been so excited that he cupped your face and kissed you in the temporary hotel you stayed at. jumping in his spot because he gets to see you on the runway in person and not from his phone in a totally different place.

he shot you a ‘good luck’ text but then felt it wasn’t good enough, so he added a voice memo that you knew you shouldn’t have played out loud but you did, in fact, there was barely anyone around.

“hey sweetheart, i’m in the audience- yeosang’s beside me. but that doesn’t matter, i’ll be watching you!”

and it made you twice the nervous as before, standing in front of the mirror. head to toe in one of the outfits designed by rihanna, black laced lingerie all over you. the spaghetti strapped dress that ended till your thighs, paired with thigh-high latex boots that give you a few extra inches.

his words repeat in your mind, shaking your head and slapping your cheeks because he’s been on your mind more than you like to have him.

“y/n, let’s go!”

walking out the room to the cramped little hallway where many other models converse or try on their fits in a hurry to get on the runway. you being escorted by a staff member in a hurry so that your walk isn’t delayed.

seonghwa’s feet tap the floor, sighing when the next model to walk out, isn’t you. considering it was one of those occasions where your and his schedule aligned, this time him being in the crowd instead of at a different show, walking.

“you’re awfully impatient,” he hears yeosang whisper to him and he rolls his eyes.

“you are too,” he says, “hongjoong tells me a lot of stuff.”

“god,” yeosang gasps, snarling at the thought of hongjoong. “you and y/n will always be on my back for no reason, huh?”

seonghwa grins, poking his tongue out before paying attention to the walk ahead. hunching over with one hand holding his chin and the other propped up on his knee while he waits for you to walk in.

and when he finally does, he stills. eyes falling all over you, at the way your eyes look straight ahead, a smile on your tinted lips. he bites his lips on instinct, raising an eyebrow and leaning back. an amused expression on his face.

“oh god,” he whispers and it makes yeosang roll his eyes and shake his head, taking his phone out to snap pictures of you, who know is almost halfway down the walk.

he feels his heartbeat take a sudden stride as you walk closer, a smile on your lips when your eyes meet his. he sits straight when it happens, twirling his finger around as if telling you to do a spin when you’re at the end.

a smirk graces your lips, seeing the twirl of his fingers and inwardly shaking your head before coming to stop at the end. striking a smile then doing as he actioned, twirling before looking over your shoulder and then walking back, waving at the weeknd who performed his song with a smile.

once you’re backstage, you’re rushed down to the dressing rooms. ducking your head down and walking down the hallways till you’re finally on the couch, taking a sip of water near the vanity.

“you know you should keep your knees more in line when walking,” your head snaps up, looking in the large mirror to find seonghwa leaning on the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

you turn around with a surprised look, one hand in midst of taking your earring off for the next round. “oh yeah? didn’t think park was looking at me that hard, couldn’t look away?”

he chuckles before walking closer to you, you turn around fully and lean on the counter. he comes close enough to place his hands on either side of you, pinning you between him and the vanity.

“you look amazing,” he mumbles, staring into your eyes with a fond look that makes you smile.

his outfit again matches you, black on black and it wasn’t for that silver choker he wore it would’ve been perfect.

“did the park seonghwa just compliment me?” you fake gape, placing a hand on your chest dramatically.

he looks down and laughs, “why? is it that hard to accept my compliments?”

you shake your head, “no, it’s just something i’d think never think you’d say to me.”

“and why not?” his face leans close to yours.

your hands come to rest flat on his chest, “that’s because we weren’t fond of each other,” you tilt your head. “probably not even now, or because you’re a huge personality.”

“but i have to agree, you look stunning,” he whispers, pecking your nose and it makes you scrunch it up.

he lifts his hand up, one finger looping along the strap of your top. “can you bring this outfit home?”

you swallow, “..home?”

he smiles, “home.” before leaning to capture your lips. cupping your cheek as he tilts his head to deepen it but you pull back, beginning to heat up and look away, breathless.

“not right now, i’ve got one more round to go.” you push him back gently, “so if you could get out, i’d very much appreciate it.”

he smiles cheekily, “you can change in fr-“

you shut the door in his face, eyes widening and heart beating faster than usual. you’re so down bad for a man you never thought you would even spare a glance towards, the way it was in the beginning almost looks unrecognizable now.

watching the monitor screen, your lips form into a smile whenever a model interacts with the now changed singer, i.m. the way it lives up the show with the music now that the designer sits in the audience, right beside seonghwa.

so when you walk out on your second round, a loose coat that’s left unbuttoned and long dress pants to match. you don’t exactly expect yourself to interact with anyone on the stage, but the singer chose to walk beside you as you make it to the end.

posing dramatically as he sings his song and you couldn’t help but hold onto his forearm as he escorted you back like a gentleman. cupping his cheeks before waving to which he smiles shyly at and down to the backstage.

seonghwa’s chest puffs out more when he sees you do this, eyeing i.m as if he’s about to deck him out and hongjoong narrows his eyes at him. “didn’t you hate y/n?”

when he gets no response hongjoong shakes his head, “don’t forget what you did to her, being jealous won’t get you nowhere. one day  or another she’ll fi-“

“hongjoong, now’s not the time.”

“it’ll be soon then.”

yeosang’s rich lady laugh echoes loud as you wipe off all the makeup, groaning at the small glitter specks all over your neck.

“i think seonghwa’s upset with you,” he says in between the laugh and you shake your head.

“why would he be?”

he rolls his eyes, “oh you know, since you like flirted with the singer-“

“-i didn’t even flirt please,” you argue, “and why would seonghwa be jealous? he isn’t even my boyfriend?”

“is he not?”

you stop midway, turning at your waist. “what do you mean..”

“you two act like you’re in a relationship,” he says, walking closer to take a seat beside you. “go on dates sneakily but you deny everything, for what exactly!?”

you sigh, “yeosang, what me and seonghwa have is a hook u-“

“-a hook up? where he invites you to meet his family?”

“look!” you stop him, “there can’t be anything more than this in between me and seonghwa, i don’t think this will even last. we have too many questions and grudges we hold.”

he grabs your wrist gently, “y/n, as much as i agree with you. if he’s genuinely interested in you, then why not give him a chance?”

“that’s because he’s not interested in me!” you say out loud, “this, whatever we’re doing, it’ll end after the ysl deal. which is, what? two months away?”

“y/n-“

“no, yeosang.” you stop him, “i’m okay with what i have with seonghwa right now.”

“if he’s interested, i do think he’s a nice guy.”

“he literally isn’t interested in me.”

“whatever you say.”

“are you okay?” you poke seonghwa’s side, walking by him to the parking lot as you held your bag close.

he’s been quiet ever since the show ended, walking past you without saying anything but still extending his hand out for you to hold walking down the stairs.

“are you upset?” you ask once again but he gestures for you to take a seat in his audi, you comply with a frown.

“what the hell’s going on, park?” you ask again, getting slightly annoyed at his no responses. and upset at the fact that he ain’t his usual self, which would be him flirting or throwing cheeky remarks at you that would make you shove him away.

“nothing.” he responds.

frowning at his short response you chose not to pry further and look out the window.

when the second show arrives for london owned couture brand, you’re immediately on foot for the job. coming in bright and early to practice and then staying after six for the show to begin, this time with no seonghwa.

no calls, no meet-ups, no nothing but a small text that said “good luck.”

it made you slightly upset with him, not because of any particular reason but the fact that he hasn’t spoken a word to you ever since the last show.

so when seonghwa finds himself at the show venue, he himself is surprised. swallowing repeatedly while fiddling around with his fingers, inhaling and then walking in tall.

when he enters, those who recognize him immediately show him a smile or a wave or a side hug which he does respond to but all he’s here for is to look for you.

he walks down the barricades of clothes hung on hangers and big paper boxes with props and paints from the brand, and finally makes it to the backstage scene to look for you.

his eyes scan the line standing behind the direct stage entrance, eyes falling from popular and mainstream models to those known nationwide.

and then they land on you, talking- more like arguing to an executive. his face turns grim when he sees the outfit you’re wearing, how you’re shivering while you talk to the bald man and how he barely acknowledges you before he walks away.

“sorry sir, visitors aren’t allowed at the moment because of the crowds.”

he turns his head to the staff worker, who obviously looked stressed with those heavy dark circles. “i’m sorry, but this is a little important.”

“si-“

he walks right past the worker, ignoring the fading calls for him and focusing in on you.

he walks up to you and it immediately catches attention, suddenly everything going silent and turning into hushed whispers.

“oh, hi, seonghwa.” you say, awkwardly while looking around to avoid his eyes.

“are you uncomfortable?” he asks.

“no, no, i’m all good.”

“then why have a conversation with the executive to ask for an outfit change?” he lifts an eyebrow, shaking his head before grabbing your wrist gently and dragging you to a spare room.

ignoring all your protests and the calls from other models, he makes his way to the room and pulls you in, closing the door just a little.

“get dressed,” he says, monotone while his eyes look away.

you shake your head, “no, i’ve to walk it’s my jo-“

he raises an eyebrow, “get dressed, now.”

“but hwa, my contract.”

it’s the way something triggers in him when you say his name like that. but he fights to push those thoughts back before staring at your face, exhausted but holding a smile.

“i’ll pay the fee,” he turns around, “get dressed.”

your eyes widen in panic, “seonghwa no! you can’t do that! that’s my jo-“

but he shuts the door on you before even hearing you, and you stand there, afraid of just what he’s going to do.

he walks out with a look on his face that makes everyone get of out his way, face in a frown and eyes so sharp that it burns. hands and jaw clenched as he makes his way to the executive you were talking on moments prior.

when the man turns around, his eyes widen in recognition. “oh! mr park, how are y-“

“y/n’s not walking the show, find someone else.”

“but sir, it-“

“find someone else who you’ll listen to instead of blatantly ignoring them,” seonghwa says.

he walks close to poke a finger at the man’s chest. “there’s right and wrong in the industry we’re in, professionals work with you to sell your brand. shouldn’t you at least listen to their concerns? find someone else, y/n’s not walking your stupid show.”

“but sir-“

“sir what?” he raises an eyebrow, “how many people have you done this to? suit yourself or someone will expose you, have a good night.”

when he walks back to the room you’re in, the anger in him completely vanishes. curling his hand into a fist he knocks thrice and on the third knock, he opens the door to find you sitting on the couch, a warm jacket over you.

he stops for a second and his eyes soften when they meet yours, then takes his jacket off, walks to you and then drapes it on you.

“let’s go.” he says, coughing a little.

“where are you taking me?” your quiet voice asks him.

“taking you home.”

you blink repeatedly until he’s extending his hand out to you, taking his hand in yours he guides out the backstage, choosing to link arms mid-way instead.

“you hungry?” he asks when you sit in the car, engulfed in his scent.

you nod, “k-kind of? but i have a show tom-“

he suddenly gears the car up, “mcdonald’s it is.”

sitting with seonghwa in a mcdonald’s parking lot you thought would be awkward, considering the coldness of his nature towards you out of nowhere. the conflicting thoughts in your mind that keep you up at might raging in you.

“are you mad at me?” you ask in the silence, glancing at your lap, the red and yellow led lights from the big sigh outside casting a shadow on your fingers.

“no,” he breathes out, “it’s something i’m dealing with.”

you nod, “okay.” you pause, “are you jealous?”

he stiffens and you bite a smile back, “w-why would i be jealous? not my style, you know.”

you grin, “hm, so you weren’t mad over me and the singer interacting?”

“was that even interacting?” he argues, his lips forming into a pout. “he was all over you!”

“no, he wasn’t!” you fight back, “oh, so you are jealous.”

yeosang maybe be right on this one.

he looks away, “maybe.”

it goes quiet for a while until he speaks again, “do you still think that what we have is a hookup?”

you pause, “…isn’t it?”

“what if i don’t want it to be one,” he turns his head, eyes falling over you. “if i wanted to date you, would you let me?”

“what?” your mind whirls back to yeosang’s talk with you. “you like me?”

“like?” something in his gaze shifts, “i don’t know if i’d call it that.”

“don’t say anything,” he looks away hastily, “i-i can wait, i’ll drop you off first.”

you nod, blinking at the fry you held in your hand. “yeah, okay.”

the drive to your place is spent in silence, eyes on the road ahead in the dark. your eyes following the moon or the moon following you, streetlights turned on and no sign of people on the roads.

when the car comes to a stop, you swallow. hands fiddling with the fabric of seonghwa’s jacket, while your mind runs through different thoughts.

“if he’s genuinely interested in you, then why not give him a chance?”

“if i wanted to date you, would you let me?”

“seonghwa.”

he turns his head towards you, “yeah.”

“you like me?”

“i don’t know if i’d call it that.”

you lean closer in the silence, nudging him to come closer and he does. resting his arm on the armrest in the middle, “what is it?” his deep voice whispers.

“thank you,” and then place a peck on his nose, he jolts back. eyes blown wide and surprised.

you look down and chuckle, suddenly feeling cold. “for the jacket, and for the-“

he cuts you off by cupping your cheek, his cold hands on your warm skin. his thumb caresses the skin right under your eye and then leans closer till he’s just inches away from your lips.

“your welcome,”

and then places a chaste kiss on your lips, eyes closed and lips unmoving but so soft that you melt in his hands. your stomach swoop at that. leaning closer and holding onto his wrist, “good night.” you whisper and he pulls back.

he grins, a boyish grin. “good night.”

“ready?”

you nod, inhaling sharply before linking your arms with seonghwa. “kinda.” he chuckles.

“don’t be nervous,” he taps your wrist, “my mom’s more excited to see you than she is to see me.”

you laugh, “shut up.”

“it might be kind of overwhelming, my siblings and their kids will be there.” he straightens his jacket, standing tall before reaching out to knock on his family home.

“so if you’re uncomfortable,” he looks at you, “don’t be afraid to tell me, yeah?”

you nod once again and seonghwa knocks, “is my outfit okay? is it too much? too less? what do you models even dress-“

instead of finishing your sentence, your mouth hangs open. you frozen and eyes straight ahead, blinking repeatedly.

“hi, mom.”

seonghwa says from beside you and you unconsciously grip his arm tighter, your eyes falling on the one person you’ve considered your role model your entire career.

standing in front of you in an elegant burgundy dress, a pearl necklace, shorter hair than before and a big warm smile on her face.

“h-hi mrs park.”

you manage to stutter out and it makes seonghwa choke, where you snap your head to him robotically and give him a look.

“i’ve been waiting for you two!” she squeals and turns to you, “now especially you, come on in!”

“told you.”

he whispers and walks ahead leaving you standing at the door, until he turns around. confused and then motions for you to come in, “come in, they’re all waiting.”

oh, they were all waiting.

because the second you stepped into the big kitchen of theirs, all eyes automatically fell on you. from quite literally all ages, seonghwa, grandparents, parents, siblings and their significant others with their kids.

you hid behind seonghwa when he introduced you to everyone, “this is y/n, the person i’m working with.”

and a chorus of “hi’s” and “hello’s” and the baby version of the words welcomed you, bringing a smile to your lips as you waved back.

“you never were this shy, were you?” seonghwa teased in a whisper and the snarl you make, makes him hide a laugh back.

“you need to shut it and not embarrass me in front of your family,” you smile, looking ahead as seonghwa’s parents wave at you.

and you realize he’s quite literally the perfect mixture of them, dad’s height and frame, mother’s beauty but with a more masculine side that came from his dad.

“insane,” you whisper and he smiles, “you all are like a walking talking met gala.”

his hand hovers over the small of your back, the action makes you smile. “my mom’s wanting to talk to you.” and walks you to where she was.

and you spent the entire day by her side, never looking at seonghwa- forgetting he existed while you’re getting the chance to talk to the supermodel.

who you have asked for an autograph from, hiding a notepad and a pen in seongwha’s coat pocket which you asked in a rush. ignoring whatever he was doing but you’re sure he was smiling before you ran to the other side to get her sign.

“are you and seonghwa..?”

your eyes widen, “oh, no ma’am. no, not yet.”

she chuckles, “don’t call me ma’am,” she wiggles her shoulders. “makes me feel like i’m at work and i quit it twenty years ago, call me, hm,”

“mom!”

you jolt in surprise as seonghwa runs in, for a moment it makes you forget that he’s a grown man instead now it looks like he’s a whiny kid. it makes you smile sheepishly because you know you’ll tease him about it later.

“i was wondering if me and y/n could stay the night.”

“we are?” you ask, a little too loudly but covering it up with an awkward laugh and then whispering. “are we?”

he ignores you and looks at his mom, who’s eyes flickered from you to her son. with a teasing smile, she gives seonghwa, “why of course! i’ll go have your room ready!”

once she leaves, you spin on your heels to look at seonghwa.

“we’re- i’m staying?” you tick an eyebrow up and he takes a step further, snaking an arm around your middle to jerk you forward.

“mhm,” he nods and smirks. “just you and me.”

you give him a blank stare to which he chuckles, “i’m kidding, it’s raining tonight. i thought you wouldn’t want to get wet that way at- ow!”

you smack his chest and he dramatically hunches over you, feigning pain while you laughed holding his hand.

“hey,” you laugh and he looks up with a smile, “you drama queen.”

he pokes his tongue out but stops, realizing the closeness between you two. his hands around you while yours are placed flat against his hard chest, “let me kiss you.”

“no,” you shake your head, “your niece just made you eat an egg, i’m not letting you k- seonghwa! ew! no!”

and it ended with him chasing you around in circles in his kitchen with a pout, arms in the air as he whined for a kiss which you laughed and ran away from.

“have a good night!”

you and seonghwa’s voice rings the park household, him holding your hand in his behind his back so no one can see. a smile on his face because now he finally has you to himself, no moms, no dads and no kids.

“where are you taking me?” you ask, skipping by his side whilst holding his hand in yours.

“my room,” he chuckles, walking down the wooden hallway to the back of the house. “the room overlooks the backyard, so it’s at the end.”

you nod, leaning your head on his forearm as you two walk to his room. “is it like your childhood bedroom?”

“yeah, just remodelled.” he grins, opening the door and stepping aside. “after you.”

you shake your head and walk in, eyes wandering the big room of his. dark in accents but with white walls all over, a large king-sized bed in the middle with a thick comforter.

“hey, hwa.” you turn around, “you got spare clothes?”

“hm?” he looks up, in the midst of taking his jacket off. “yeah, i’ll get it you can str-“

you chuck a pillow at him, “get out!” and he runs to his closet while laughing and successfully dodging your throw.

you in the meantime look around, from frames to posters to his book collection that makes you think just how much more british can he get. with a smile you fall flat on his bed, arms spread and eyes closed.

“is this shirt okay- oh,” seonghwa walks in, “sleeping already? no change?”

your arms lift up comically and he giggles, coming closer to stand in between your legs and holding your wrists to pull you up. once you do, you lazily fall on him.

head resting on his stomach with your eyes closed, “seonghwa,” he hums, a hand reaching to caress the back of your head.

“we have two months till the ad finishes up,” you hear him sigh and you lift your arms to hold his waist, “will we ever meet after that?”

his hand stops midway, “why do you ask?”

you shake your head but he kneels down to your level, “no it’s just that- it won’t be possible for us to meet with the different schedules.”

he smiles, placing his arms on either side of you. “we’ll meet like how we do, nothing will change.”

your lips form into a frown, nodding anyways to whatever he says but you know deep down it may not be the exact same. you’d be lying if you said you won’t miss him, despite his ridiculousness and the obnoxiousness of him and that little bit of a gentleman did make you feel things- till now.

if yeosang were to be here, he’d yell in your ear about warning you way before.

“y/n?” he whispers, leaning closer to your lips as if he’s about to place them on yours.

“hm,” you respond, absentmindedly just staring at his lips. remembering how soft and plump they felt the last time, you bite back the urge to kiss him again. “you have the shirt?”

you ask and then stand up, nudging him away in the process. swallowing before looking around the room and everywhere else but him, there’s a faint thumping of your heartbeat ringing in your ears.

he raises an eyebrow, turning around to stare at you. one hand in his pocket while he holds the other out, he walks closer to you. slowly wrapping an arm around you, leaning to your ears until his lips brush against the shell of your ear and a shiver runs down your body.

“are you,” he whispers and you throw an arm over his shoulder. “ignoring me?”

you narrow your eyes, “no.” you whisper. “what made you think that?”

he chuckles, the deep and low one that makes you want to roll your eyes. “you know, you avoid my eyes-“ he says quietly, caressing your waist with his thumb which makes you swallow. “whenever i called for you today, asked you to sit by me but you didn’t.”

“i didn’t ge-“

“you ignored the texts i sent you while being in front of you,” he tilts his head so that his mouth brushes over your neck. “hm? why don’t you tell me why you were avoiding me.”

you shake your head, biting your tongue as you shift in your stance. feeling an outpouring of butterflies in your stomach, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. the sudden change between you two making you inhale sharply.

“your shirt,” you try and divert the topic from him but all you get is a deep hum.

“hm?”

“i need the spare clothes,” you hiss, “let go of me.”

“not until you tell me why you’re ignoring me,” he pauses, “was it because of the runway?”

you gently tug him away, eyes looking down as your heartbeat fastens and he raises an eyebrow. staring at you as you look ahead which makes your toes curl and bite your lip but stop as soon as he quietly says.

“stop biting your lips.”

and you dare ask, “why?”

he laughs, light and deep. “that’s something i like to do, leave that on me.”

you scoff, “don’t get to ahead of yourself, just cause we’re close.”

he lazily smirks, glancing around the room. “i think we’re more than close, you don’t think?”

you smile, fixing your outfit before looking at him. “are we close? now isn’t that something new,” you know you’re bringing this on you and you don’t stop. “because if we were-“

“if we were?”

you shake your head, “never mind.”

“why not,” he pushes you back till your back hits the door with a slight noise. “what’s going on in your mind?”

he leans down, eyes dark and full of swirling desire. the same what your saw the week prior, it makes your knees weak and if it weren’t for him holding you, you would’ve slid down easily.

“i don’t know,” you glance at him, “i’m a little nervous about how this ends.”

“y/n.” his eyes stare right into your soul, him leaning closer to the point your noses touch. but your eye contact doesn’t flicker, his only grow more sharper while yours maintain the same. “why are you doing this?”

you shake your head, “just thinking how different it’ll be, you’ll go to your own life and i’ll go to mine in two months.”

he says nothing and you look away, pushing his chest away but he only grips your waist tighter. “look at me.” and you don’t, not until he softly grips your chin and makes you look at him.

“do want me to stay?” he whispers and it’s so gentle and soft that it makes you tear up. all the stupid pent up thoughts and nerves from pooling in your eyes while you desperately try to look away.

“seonghwa,” you say but it comes out as soft whine, taking his hand away from you and pushing him aside you turn around.

hand on the door knob and you’re about to twist it that he grabs you wrist, “y/n, if you want me to stay..”

you grip the knob tight, chest pounding and you hope he doesn’t hear it in the quiet room. with the same hand he was on your wrist, he pulls you back to his chest. this time your back lining up against the door.

his breathing fans down your neck and it makes you swallow multiple times before he speaks, “then all you had to was ask baby.”

you freeze for what you think is a few seconds before turning lifting your head to face him with a heavily beating heart. “you’ll say that but never stay, i can’t wait for you every-“

“are you done?” he interrupts, eyes more shinier and lips curled into a boyish grin.  

“n-“

but before he lets you talk, he once again, interrupts you but this time by locking his lips with yours. caging you in between his chest and the door behind, kissing you feverishly. it’s hot yet slow, no rush but just the feeling of his lips on yours.

he pulls back moments later, resting his forehead on yours and glancing at your closed eyes. his lips are still right by yours, softly pecking them as he gently cups your cheek.

“you know i’ve been waiting for you,” he whispers, pecking your lips once again and this time you open your eyes. breathing shakily you hold onto his shirt, looking at him and it’s as if something in him riles up.

he throws his head back and keys out a low grunt, “i can’t wait any longer,”

once he brings you to the bed and lays you down, the man is onto you. grabbing your waist and pulling you onto him as he leans his weight on you, gasping when he lifts your thigh up to wrap around his slim torso.

he cups your cheek, swiping his thumb over your lower lip before pausing. “you made me wait so long,” he whispers, leaning to capture your lips in a hurry.

you gasp in between the kiss, humming into it while responding to him with any chance you get. “just a week-“

he shuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck, pushing you to the bed behind as he deepens the kiss. “too long.” he says, his lips placed on yours and he stays still for a moment.

feeling your softer lips on his before he finally starts to move them, in a rhythm that’s too familiar to you. the kiss is so soft, yet hungry in a way.

he deepens the kiss, taking the chance to lick your lower lip and you grant access by opening your mouth which he gladly takes and slips his tongue in. you both fight for the dominance, not letting the other win while smiling against the kiss.

a whimper escapes you when he bites on your tongue gently, him tilting his head while he skillfully uses his tongue to explore your mouth.

your hands now find themselves wrapped around his neck, kissing him as passionately and intensely as he does. the airs hotter, and the only sound in the room is the sound of lips smacking against one another.

the kiss turns from slow to dirty at the same time. the one that makes your knees wobble and if it weren’t for you on the bed, you probably would’ve slid down.

when he pulls back, both of you are breathless. lips swollen and pink. “clothes off.” he pants as a string of spit connects you two.

you lean in closer, eyes on his with a smile on your lips. “don’t want anyone to hear us in-“

he chuckles darkly, leaning in again and pecking your cheek. “then you’ve just gotta be quiet.”

the dim lights of his room created that intimate space for you two, it was quiet but warm. unlike his penthouse, dark all over with colder elements that you disliked.

your hands travel from his neck down to his chest, “you too.” and tap his shirt, he chuckles before standing up straight to rip it off, leaving him just in his pants.

he hovers over you, cupping your cheeks and kissing your hungrily while whispering sweet nothings, his hair covering his eyes while his swollen lips match yours.

arms still around him, you peck his nose and it makes his heart flutter. your shy gaze and his curious ones meet and the only thing that leaves you is, “hi.”

his lips form into a smile, “hi, baby.”

and then goes onto bury his face in your neck, still breathing heavily but he remains quiet. you bite back a smile when he places a feather like peck over your pulse, eyes shut and arms around his broad shoulders.

“you know,” he whispers, his fingers playing piano over your collarbone and then looping around the strap of your dress. he places a peck there as he does so, “i asked you to bring that outfit home.”

you nod, wrapping your legs around his waist as he tugs your dress down. “it would’ve been of no use,” he hums, throwing his head back to grunt when he yanks the top down to your waist.

his eyes fall over chest, leaning down he places pecks along the valley of your breasts before reaching your lips. “and why’s that?”

“you would’ve ripped it apart,” you gasp, “like when you ripped that dress.”

he chuckles in your neck as his hands roam all over you, caressing your skin as his lips trail down to your breasts. “you know me well, don’t you?”

but before you get to respond, he lowers his face till his lips ghost over your breasts. it makes you hiss quietly when he gently pecks them first and you gape, then he pokes his tongue out to lick before molding his mouth fully over it.

you bite your lips, biting a broken whimper  when he groans at the softness, his large hands squish your skin which makes you throw your head back.

he hums and kneads and pinches with both his larger hands, your mouth quietly gasping. “you better be quiet, doll.” he whispers before lowering his lips to mould on your breast.

he sucks and circles his tongue repeatedly on your boob, his other hand tweaks and rolls your hardened and sensitive nipples.

you squirm and throw your head back when he swirls his tongue over the bud, then swirls and nibbles on it and it has you parting your mouth.

back arched up to him till you’re brushing over him, he hums and uses his freehand to attach to your other breast, squeezing the soft skin while flicking his tongue over the nipple.

whimpering a loud cry for his name, “h-hwa!” you moan out when he delivers a harsh suck on your skin you nudge him with your legs when he keeps going, hands in his hair, tugging on it.

when he pulls back, a thin string of spit connects him to your breasts and he looks up with his wide eyes. you tilt your head forward and he immediately smashes his lips onto yours once again.

his hands grip on your waist and you squeal in between the kiss, he smiles. “ssh,” he whispers. roaming his hands lower, pulling your dress down wholly. leaving you in your underwear, he spreads your legs further till he’s standing so close to you that you feel him brushed up against you.

his fingers go down to softly squeezing your thighs and you let out a breathy whine that gets muffled by his lips. your eyes on him, breathing heavily as your hands run down his chest.

his fingers brush over your center and it makes you shiver, pulling back to stare into his that are full of nothing but lust. he smirks, getting rid of his pants then looping his slim fingers over the band of underwear.

you sit up on your elbows, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him to you. he slowly caresses you through the cloth that’s now wet, not giving you the satisfaction fully, you squirm and bite your lips as he watches you.

“y/n,” he says, strained and low.

you shiver and close your legs but he immediately grips onto your thighs and shakes his head. “can’t give you what you want if you do that now,” he mumbles and you look away, feeling your body heat up at the comments.

“look at me,” he demands and you do, then he pulls the fabric down to your underwear and lets it slide down your legs, “eyes on me, pretty.”

you bite your lips and stare into his eyes, full of lust and warmth. he leans down to softly press his lips on yours before he pulls back, “let me make love to you.”

you roll your eyes, “you cheeky bastard.”

he chuckles as he begins to rub on your middle, watching you squirm and lift your back up and he takes it as a chance to pin you down by his hip.

his face remains buried in your neck, lips pecking your skin and poking his tongue out to sucking harshly to create pretty red marks all over your neck. he takes the chance to slowly slip a finger in your already wet clit, you whine when he goes in.

and then he inserts another finger, watching your face through his hooded eyes, how your mouth hangs open and how quickly you bit down on your lip. how your eyebrows meet before you throw your head back to gasp when he picks his speed up.

“fuck, baby.” he groans when he watches you, “i wanna fuck you so bad,”

running circles over your clit, while you let out a series of whines and broken whimpers which only makes him pick his speed up, slowly pumping in and out of you as your hands held onto his forearm.

making cresent like marks when you squeeze and cry his name out when he finds that spot that he dwindles with again and again, a chant of his name that leaves your pretty lips but gets muffled by his own.

“seonghwa,” you whisper breathily and he hums in your neck, “i-i’m close!”

“come over my fingers,” he whispers, you let out a broken whimper when your orgasm washes over you, your mouth hangs open and eyes closed and breathing heavily while he pecks under your ear.

but he then intertwines his hand in yours and you tilt your head up, eyes hooded and he goes. “you sound so pretty,” he whispers, “i wanna hear you again, pretty baby.”

he then kneels down, his hot breath fanning your inner thighs before it reaches your wet folds.

you whimper when he places soft kisses and hot long licks where he twirls his tongue on your inner thighs before he slips in his finger and presses his mouth onto your clit.

you throw your head back and let out one of those high pitched breathy cries when you realize he’s eating you out during your orgasm.

it then you in even more at the thought and he laps his tongue in circles all over your clit, gathering all the juices you spilled out. hands holds onto your thighs, kneeling down and throwing you leg over his shoulder and his tongue doing wonders.

“louder,” he grumbles and you let out a broken whimper.

you squirm and let out breathy calls for him, pushing his dark hair back while he repeats the action again till your eyes are pricking with tears.

his hot mouth breathing against an already wet and swollen clit, “seonghwa...” you whimpered pathetically, clutching the counter as he licked a strip down your folds making you shudder underneath him.

you let out a loud cry of his name when he does so, him weakening with each cry, your legs start to weaken.

“oh god-“ you gasp and he smirks.

“are you praying to me?”

he pulls away and stares at you, breathless and eyes shut. his lips glisten with your come and he comes up to kiss you hungrily again, “kai was your type right?”

you shake your head and open your eyes, his eyes staring at you and you laugh a little. “maybe.”

he smirks and lowers his briefs down, your eyes falling to his cock and you lift an eyebrow up in amusement.

“maybe?” he mocks, running a hand down his length before he lines his top to your entrance.

you bite your lips to hide a smile, “mhm,”

he chuckles darkly then teases his tip in you before entering you inch by inch, slowly. you feel your eyes tear up at the immense pleasure that’s been given to you from your previous high to now.

he pecks your cheek before mumbling, “he won’t ever have you when i’m here, cause you’re mine.”

“understand? mine,” he says.

you cup his cheek, “you can start moving now, hwa.” and slowly starts to move in and out, first slowly and then begins to pick up a rhythm. you feel yourself stretch out at his thick length, the way it enters and exits you.

you two cry each other’s name out and you’re sure it’s so loud that it goes beyond his room, he then lowers his head in your neck as his hips twitch and stutter when he’s in you.

he begins to fuck you at a slow speed, as if it’s the slowest he’s gone at. “c-can he fuck you like this? hm? answer me doll.” your body moving against his bed as he grunts and groans and grinds himself into you.

“oh my god,” you gasps and he whines.

“you’re doing so g-good baby,” he groans, rolling his hips into you again and again.

your mouth hangs open when he keeps praising you, “c-can kai fuck you like this?” his snaps his hips and you hold onto his shoulders tightly.

“no,” you cry and he chuckles, “h-he can’t, hwa!”

your eyes roll back when grabs your leg and puts it over his shoulder, the new angle makes you cry his name out as he hits that certain spot in you, again and again.

“y/n, baby.” he groans and he feels you clench around him and he pounds into you again, fast and hard and deep and you let a loud, whimper, legs shaking as the heat in you becomes unbearable.

“hwa, i’m gonna come-“

“baby,” he whispers, “not yet.”

he grinds his hips into you, so deep and so good that your pelvis’s touch. your cheeks lined with tears that he kisses away and your moans hushed by his lips onto yours, he rolls into you one last time after your whine.

you grip the bed sheets tight and he cries your name out, “c-can i come in you? please?” he whimpers.

“can you?” you tease and he laughs, low and deep that his chest rumbles.

“may i come in you,” you giggle and nod.

“you may arrive, my british man.” and you both come together, both of your bodies breathing heavily while sweat adorned your faces, cheeks warm and hair stuck to your foreheads.

he pulls out gently and it makes you whine, he cups your clit as he tenderly rubs. “keep it all inside baby,” he places a chaste kiss on your lips, “wanna see you with our baby.”

you chuckle and peck his forehead, “i’m on the pill you hagrid, in your dreams.”

he smiles, “you already are baby.”

It makes you hide your face in his shoulders, pecking his skin until, “i’ll clean you up, wait here.” you nod and watch him get up, your droopy eyes watch him put on his briefs before you let your head fall on the bed.

you hear him walk in and plop beside you, gently cleaning you while his lips remain on your temple, pecking if you flinched.

he then wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you to his chest with a smile. he looked down at your closed as eyes and then places pecks all over your face while you squeal and scrunch your nose.

“y/n,” he whispers and you look towards him, he leans to place a quick kiss. “good night.”

“y/m, floor thirty eight.”

you nod, “how’s you and hongjoong doing?” you ask, walking beside yeosang till the elevator.

he shrugs, “it’s all alright.”

“just alright?” you tease, pressing the elevator button.

“actually he was going to take me out tonight,” you hum as the doors open, “but we’re here, it’ll be too late for us to meet.”

you step inside, “go have fun, i’ve got no schedule other than date with seonghwa.” he rolls his eyes and you grin, “you can go on yours, be safe!”

“are you sure?” he shouts as the doors begin to close and you smile.

“yes! now go, he’s probably there waiting for you!”

“okay! text me if anything-“

but the doors shut right before he gets to complete his sentence but you know yeosang, he’ll definitely text you what he was about to say.

one month till ysl’s project finishes, the finishing touches being lined up, last minute shots you and seonghwa took at the streets of london, having had back-to-back flights from london to wales to florence and back.

it was only then, in florence that you realized what you truly felt for seonghwa. yeosang yelling at you by constantly screaming, “hook up gone wrong!”

which it kind of did but that’s not the point now, with the ding of your phone (which you know is yeosang completing that message he couldn’t say earlier) and the elevator, you walk out in the hall.

your heels clicking against the tiled floor as your eyes darted straight ahead. a small smile on your face as you remember how you and seonghwa had cheekily sneaked out in these hallways to make out.

giggling with big smiles while hands roaming all over each other, the warm feeling in your stomach and his laugh that you’ve know came to love.

shaking your head you walk into the office headquarters, “oh, y/n!” you’re greeted by the director. “please this way.”

“thank you,” you say as the man escorts you to the door on the far end of the building, where the office for important transactions and meetings occur.

it’s a private section of the building, having a door at the end that connects to the main quarters. there’s a hallway made of glass windows that follows into the room you’re going too, on the either side showing the busy streets of london.

the man in front of you stops and spins, “right here, you can go in first.” you nod, “the rest will in join in around ten or so minutes.”

“great, thank you.”

you sigh once the man leaves, glancing at your phone real quick before twisting the doorknob to open the door.

you expected to see at least a few of the staff members inside, getting ready to greet them but all you see is seonghwa.

with someone else.

his hands on her waist while she holds them in place, kissing as if there was no one else there. you freeze momentarily, hand finally letting go off the door with a loud noise that it makes the two jolt away.

you now clearly see the face of the other girl, the executive director’s new intern. wiping her lips hastily as your eyes fall on her with a blank face, lips quivering before you inhale sharply.

taking a second to process everything around you as it gets deafeningly quiet, so quiet that you could hear the faint thumping of your heart ring in your ears.

“m-miss y/n.”

your eyes fall onto her and she shuts her mouth up real fast, ducking her face down as she steps away from seonghwa who you haven’t spared a look at.

“why’d you stop?”

you finally speak, voice just above a whisper. blank and with no emotion or a high pitch, gripping your handbag tightly behind you as your hands shook a little.

your mouth parts to chuckle a bit, running a hand down your face tiredly. “what’s going on here.”

your eyes flash dark for a second and you grip the doorframe behind you, eyes bouncing from the intern who shamelessly ducked her face to seonghwa who stood there with his lips parted and eyes wide.

your jaw clenches as the pit in your stomach grows, having the sudden urge to vomit as your breathing laboured.

“right,” you nod, inhaling as you feel tears beginning to prickle over your waterline.

“continue,” you say, motioning for them to do so as you take a step back. swallowing before looking down at the floor and then lifting your head up once seonghwa speaks up.

“y/n,” you close your eyes, “it’s not what it looks lik-“

you shrug, “i-i don’t care,” you shake your head, “we aren’t together, you can go do whatever you want- just, just don’t involve me in it.”

you spin around and and take a sharp inhale before beginning to walk. seonghwa’s right on his foot as you begin to walk away, “y/n! baby! listen to me!”

but before he exists the room, his eyes form into the iciest glare as he turns around. “pack your bags,”

“mr. park-“

he raises an eyebrow sharply, “you’re fired.”

he then shuts the door loudly that it echoes down the hall you walked on, he runs after you while yelling your name repeatedly. when he finally catches up to you, he grabs your wrist and turns you around fully.

when he does see your face his hold on your wrist loosens, “y/n.” he whispers, eyeing your tear stricken face and faint red eyes that make him step backwards.

“i-i,” you start, yanking your arm from his hold.

“i don’t even know why i’m pissed!” you wipe your cheeks, “we never were anything so- shit, excuse me.”

and he stops right in his tracks, standing in front of you lifelessly as he watches you cry. it’s the first time he’s seen you like this after the ralph lauren show, but this time it hurts.

“baby, it’s really not what you think, sh-“

you lift a hand into the air to stop him, “i don’t care, we’re not together. do what you want.”

you and him have always been nothing but a hook up, there was nothing between you and him at all. but the tears welling in your eyes say otherwise, sparing him one last look you begin to walk away.

“y/n!”

“what!” you turn around and he flinches, “why are you explaining this to me?! i’m not your girlfriend, not your boss, not your friend but just a col-“

“listen to me!” he yells back, “what you’re seeing is wrong! let me explain- just listen to m-“

“no you do,” you stop him with a shaky voice, “i finally thought that maybe i did like you, w-we had a date tonight and i was going to tell you, but!”

you shake your head, “it doesn’t make sense, i’m supposed to hate you for whatever you’ve done! but i ended up loving you and it’s so, so fucking ridiculous that i just realized when you were kissing her.”

his eyes soften, “say it again.”

“i love you seonghwa and i’m so stupid to realize it after it’s gone away from me.”

“stop talking for once and listen to me!” he yells and you smile bitterly.

you look behind him, jaw clenching at the audacity of the intern to walk out. “it really did hurt me, i-i didn’t think it would get this far into this but- better late than never, i guess.”

“y/n, stop it!”

your eyes flicker to his watery eyes to the intern behind, “everyone was right,” you mumble, a sob escaping you. “you rich scums just want to use others, just like what you did to me before.”

“y/n, that’s a di-“

“i’m not finished,” you stop him, eyes burning with anger and bitterness. “i should’ve know that when i first met you, the shitty things you did back in the day. shouldn’t have warmed up to you but i’m such a big idiot to trust whatever you were doing.”

you look behind, “enjoy your stay with him.” you say to her and she glances up. “good luck.”

with a bitter smile, “the ysl’s project ends today, it was nice working with you mr park. do not contact me again, have a good night.”

“y/n, no! stop-“

but it’s too late, you walked out the door leaving him standing as tears roll down his face.

“mr p-“

“i told you to shut the fuck up and pack your bags,” he grits out, looking over his shoulder.

“i’ll make sure you never return in this industry ever again.”

two weeks till the broadcast.

bacardi before the met gala never sounded so good, rotating the glass in your hands with gold painted nails while you get dressed to represent yves saint laurent at the gala tonight.

your eyes never lift from your lap, only looking up if the makeup artist asks for you. you’re sat in front a large vanity, the one with bulb like lights on the borders of the mirror.

camera lights casting another layer of light as they film your montage for vogue, asking questions as you answer them alongside the artists who make you laugh.

your phone’s away from you, not checking anything since the morning. a bottle of water in hand and a forced smile on your face as you answer their questions.

“how are you feeling representing ysl tonight?”

you smile, “feels great, ysl’s is known to not follow the theme each year but i think it’s different this year.”

the man laughs as he continues to ask you questions while from your peripheral you see yeosang leaning on the door frame with his arms over his chest. hair dyed black and eyes boring into yours as you do your best to avoid them.

“just got input, seonghwa’s in the room just next to ours getting ready.”

your eyes stare at yourself in the mirror, inhaling before shaking your head. closing your eyes as the artists do their job on you, brushes tickling against your skin as you feel the coolness of the pigment over your skin.

“y/n,” you hum at the question, “have you and seonghwa practiced anything for the met? any experiences you want to share and you two are going as pairs right?”

“we haven’t had the chance to meet up, often.” you laugh a little, “conflicting schedules and yeah we’re going as a pair and i hope people like it.”

you wanted to laugh at yourself for lying straight through your teeth, but it’ll only be for the best. no more prying in your life or an existence that remained a fading memory.

you had not texted, called, talked or anything towards seonghwa. never responding to his calls, leaving the buildings he was in before he could get to you.

yeosang constantly questioning you about that day, which you dismissed because you didn’t like to rethink about it at all. as if the scene doesn’t just play in your head ten times a day, the same argument between you two repeating.

questions you had that you didn’t want any answers to, you thought maybe if you didn’t think on it or saw him, the thoughts would go away.

“y/n?”

you hum absentmindedly, “seonghwa will be coming in the room, so let’s get you dressed first.”

you nod, standing up as two other artists walk you to the room. closing the door behind and they immediately get the dress of the racks, talking to themselves as you quietly stood on the little podium in the middle of the room.

“i saw seonghwa’s outfit,” one of them comes around as she tells you to undo your robe a little, “it really does match perfectly, ysl’s definitely going to be the best dressed!”

you smile, stepping in the dress and they pull it up. making adjustments around your body as they go along talking, you see sewing needles being pulled out as they patch some areas up.

you stare at yourself in the ceiling long mirror, black and gold. the colour scheme fitting the old hollywood theme perfectly, a stunning black dress that fit you like a glove and a gold train that began from above your hips.

“okay, i think we’re all good.” you snap back, “how you feeling?”

you twirl around, looking all over and as much as your eyes allow you to. “it looks amazing,” you say and nod. it really did look great, the way it fit you and how it felt.

“yeah?” you nod, “okay then we’ll do the accessories outside, seonghwa must already been out there waiting.”

you swallow, feeling your insides swoop. shakily nodding as they open the door, gripping your dress you step down the podium.

eyes on the floor but ears listening to everything, you weren’t ready to see seonghwa just yet. it had been around three weeks since you last saw him, next week is the broadcast of your ad. on the new years.

your ears perk up when you hear his voice, the deep, mellow voice which you once found calming when it was being whispered to you in your ear.

just his voice makes a reel of memories you spent with him rack back to back, the faded memories where none of your faces show but just the bodies huddled up closer while talking about anything and everything or when he’d pin you to the wall and whisper things that had you looking away.

“y/n’s almost ready!”

and you swear to everything, that when seonghwa’s head snapped up to look at you. you felt as if everything around you was still, just you and him staring at each other across the room.

the feeling of your insides flipping being too familiar to you comes back, the feverish feeling in your chest. eyes flickering from the staff to the seonghwa who’s eyes just saw you.

you don’t even realize the staff putting the last bit of accessories on you until yeosang calls for you, promptly before you snapped back into reality.

“you good?” he asks and you smile.

“of course,” you say, caressing your dress outwards. “why wouldn’t i be?”

he sighs, “y/n.”

“yeosang,” you reach for his shoulder, “it’s alright.”

“okay, y/n, seonghwa,” you and yeosang turn around, “gather around we’re going to start taking the pictures before leaving his building gets hard especially cause fans are already downstairs! let’s go, chop chop!”

“you’ll be okay?”

“i will,” you assure him before he picks up your dress from the back, walking you outside the door to the balcony where the photographer stands.

seonghwa and hongjoong walk past you two out the balcony and it makes you unconsciously hold onto your dress tighter, just the mere presence of seonghwa makes your heartbeat fasten.

“don’t worry,” you push yeosang’s forehead with a finger, then easing the wrinkles he’s got there. “we’re the same level, it’ll be fine.”

he smiles tirelessly and you feel guilt begin to wash over you, ever since the day you ran out the building. running to your apartment and yeosang coming hours later to find you passed out on your bed, cheeks wet he knew something had gone wrong.

since then not only has yours and seonghwa’s whatever you had been paused, but yeosang and hongjoong’s thriving relationship had also come to pause.

when your eyes land on seonghwa, talking to the photographer. you can’t help but think he looks way too good, dressed in a black tux that has a lines in gold all over. cuff links matching his accessories along with the choker, the rolex he loved to flex on you.

his hairs dyed back to black, pushed back slick. neat and sharp, eyes baring a dark eyeshadow while his hair- on some strands have the gold glitter brushed on it.

once he sees you, he immediately stops talking and watches you walk in. the photographer telling him to go stand by you, which he first hesitantly agrees to but a he walks closer he feels himself become more confident.

heart beating fast as he comes to stand by you, eyes still staring at your side profile while flickering up and down.

“y-you look really good,” he whispers, so low that he’s sure you didn’t catch any of it.

and from the looks of it, you didn’t. instead quietly moving towards him and he extends his arm out for you to hold, which you do and it makes him clench his jaw.

“we’re gonna have to hurry up!” one of the staff members yell, “the crowds beginning to round up!”

“alright, you two. show your best.”

you nod, immediately falling into the position desired by the camera. hands holding seonghwa’s arm, your free hand laying flat on his chest. he stands with his hands in his pockets, tall and staring into the camera.

“seonghwa, hands on y/n’s waist please.”

he looks at you right away, clearing his throat before quietly asking. “can- may i?”

you look away and nod, once his arms slowly snake around your waist you let out a long sigh. closing your eyes for a second to think about how it was before, how you’d fall right on him and he’d laugh and drag you to his bed.

“can we please talk?”

the camera flashes when he speaks and you look ahead, ignoring whatever he kept repeating. each time with a desperation that almost made you give in.

“alright! you’re off to go, make us proud!”

you smile slightly before walking off the floor, inhaling sharply once you spot yeosang’s standing by hongjoong.

their eyes shift from you to behind you, you hear seonghwa’s footsteps coming closer and you begin to walk where yeosang stood.

“let’s go,” you say to him and he bites his lips, “what is it? is anthony already there?”

“yes and no,” you frown.

“what’s happening,” you look at your phone, checking the time. “we need to hurry up, it’s going to start i wanna see the celebrities!”

“actually we’re not going in the same car, you and seonghwa will be in the range. me and hongjoong along with the makeup artists will be in the van behind.”

“yeo..” your shoulders fall, “are you serious?”

“i’m sorry, but we gotta do what we gotta do.”

and so you find yourself sitting beside seonghwa, more like you in the far end corner while he sat relaxed in the car.

the tension between you two so heavy that the driver in front had asked if you two wanted water, which you two replied with a. “no, that’s alright.”

before the driver put the wall up, separating you and seonghwa and the driver ahead. leaving nothing but silence and the faded sounding of the radio from the driver seat.

it’s quiet for the first five minutes, you scrolling through your phone mindlessly while he fiddles with his cuff links. the sound of the car driving, and the streets of manhattan.

until he clears his throat, “h-how have you been?”

you freeze, eyes slightly widened that he spoke. and that’s the first thing he asks you, you choose to simply not respond and look out the window.

his sigh echoes softly, “could you please say something…y/n?” eyes staring at you as you desperately tried to look away.

“it’s been too long baby, say something please.” it’s the way it rolls of his mouth so smoothly that it hurts, the way he says things with such a gentle voice.

so you decided to break the silence for once, “we’re here.”

he stops, blinking repeatedly as it settles in him and smiles. “thanks for saying something.”

before the door to his side opens and you hear the roaring crowds and yells and screams, paparazzi yelling while their camera flash and snap pictures left and right. an army of bodyguards standing two feet apart, handling the tension between the crowd wanting to jump to the venue.

seonghwa looks at you, one foot outside and the screams are already loud. he extends his hand out to you, eyes hopeful that you do take it.

he tilts his head, “..please?”

and you slowly reach out for him, pushing everything aside because today wasn’t a night for your personal endeavours, it’s your job.

once your hand grasps his, he smiles and steps out fully. the crowd immediately going wild, cameras flashing while he lifts a hand up to wave with his million dollar smile.

you swallow before taking a step out, a hand on your chest while doing so. seonghwa turns around to step in front of you, covering you from the eyes of the people as the staff quickly runs to you two.

helping to take your dress out while he holds your hand the entire time. caressing your skin with his thumb, and it almost has you tearing up because he does this specific action when he knows you’re nervous.

once your dress is out, seonghwa takes your hand to walk you to the front and stopping just by the stairs. he climbs up the stairs first, holding your hand as he guides you up while you held your dress and worked these skyscraper heels.

once you’re up the stairs, fixing the front of your dress as he comes to cover you. “you alright, we can go in now?”

you nod and he smiles, “let’s go.”

from seeing the hollywood a listers to internationally recognized actors and singers, the gala had lit up. the lively chatter, cameras everywhere, guards and staff monitoring.

while you two stayed quiet, that is until anthony made you two do an interview. hosted by one of the social media influencers, liza koshy. who immediately screamed when you to walked to her, mouth hanging as she jumped in place.

a laugh leaving you that made seonghwa smile, it’s a laugh he hasn’t heard in a while. he shakes his head and walks behind you to where the interview was.

you remember it going from talking about the gala to the ysl dress to the ad you and seonghwa worked on together to the itty bitty details about you two.

“so, you two have been awfully quiet and it’s not because i stalked your accounts-“ you two chuckle, “but you guys have been real dry, tell us the tea!”

you give seonghwa a look before speaking up, he takes a step back and watches you answer it with ease. he raises an eyebrow and nods when liza gives him an impressed face, the camera catching the interaction.

“and you seonghwa, god damn, you’re like out of this world.” he chuckles, bowing his head slightly and you step away for him to have his moment. “and like are you dating someone? cause i know someone i can link you up with.”

he chokes, patting his chest lightly with a grin. “i think i know someone too.”

you watch them interact while exchanging those hilarious expressions that have the both of them laughing.

“alright great seeing you guys here, we’ll meet inside or never!”

seonghwa, instinctively holds onto your waist to guide you in front of him from where the paparazzi were. your insides flutter when he does so, he then walks behind to fix your train while you stare at him.

he kneels down to make it a perfect circle and then looks up, “okay?” you nod slowly and he stands back with his hands behind his back.

watching you do your stuff while his eyes stay on your movements, running to fix your dress whenever you moved. which got the crowd wilding, to the point where you grabbed his wrist, startling him in the way, and asked him to stand by you.

which he happily does, skipping his way to stand beside you with one arm around you while your hand lays flat on his chest.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers when you two turn to the other side. “y/n, can we talk after?”

“we’ll see.”

and you never did, choosing to leave with yeosang right as the after party begun. hopping in your assigned car and leaving for the hotel, changing out of the exhausting outfit and wiping the makeup up you took a hot shower.

the thought of meeting seonghwa getting lost in your mind somewhere while showering, because you know where he would’ve taken you if you two were still how you used to be. it makes you laugh, imagining both of you decked out in those expensive clothes sitting in a parking lot eating mcdonalds.

once you walk out, yeosang’s sitting on your bed with a phone in his hand. you reach to your right to grab your suitcase, “is the car here?”

he jumps when he hears you, eyes widening slightly before he rolls them. “yes it is, your parents called and i informed them you’ll be staying at your cottage, they’ll visit you the day after tomorrow.”

“okay, cool.” you murmur, walking around the hotel room to grab your things and stuff it in your handbag before turning around to find yeosang right in front of you. “jeez! stop scaring me!”

he says nothing but lifts his hands up, holding a brown mcdonald’s bag. “someone told me you’d be craving these…right about now.”

and as if on perfect timing, your stomach growls in the quiet room.

you swallow, “wasn’t me.”

he gives you a blank stare, shoving the bag to your chest and you take it with a glare. “you already know who sent it, texted me when he saw you weren’t there and said if you can meet up with him someday.”

you smile a little, “that won’t happen,” and walk past him, “let’s go, the car-“

“how long are you going to keep doing this?”

you stop, spinning on your heels to look at yeosang standing with his arms over his chest.

“w-what?”

“you heard me,” he talks a step closer, “how long are you going to do this and make not only you suffer but him!”

“yeosang, i’ve made it clear.” you grit out, “i don’t want anything to do with h-“

“y/n, you’re out of your mind!” he yells, “that man has been trying to reach you on a daily, sometimes messaging me to ask how you are- and you’re just going to ignore it al?!”

“he what?” you ask, eyes widening and dumbfounded. “he, he sent you messages to ask about me?”

“and you know what else he’s sent me?” he says, loud and quite literally in your face. “y/n, babe, just breathe for a fucking minute and have the balls to talk to him for once!”

“i-i can’t,” you whisper, shaking your head.

“why not? he’s been doing his very best and bec-“

“i can’t!” this time you raise your voice. “i can’t face him! i’ve tried so many times but i can’t, yeosang!”

“y/n..”

“he’s not someone i’m ready to see, the met today was just somewhere we had to meet.” you sigh, running a hand through your hair. “i still don’t like how whenever i see him all those stupid feelings just come back to me, i really can’t see him yeosang.”

“you need closure, he does too.” he says, stepping towards you. “and he’ll do anything to see you.” before grabbing your suitcase and dragging it out the room, leaving you alone with a headache.

when you’re out of the main city, just a little far from the mainstream and busyness you found your own place. a cottage you call home tucked in the quiet neighbourhood, surrounded by a few houses just down the street.  

“i’ll come back to bring the rest of the stuff,” you say, turning around with a smile.

“thank you and..” you pause, “i’m sorry.”

yeosang smiles, “just because you and seonghwa stopped, doesn’t mean my and hongjoong’s story will.”

you chuckle and then grow silent, leaning your back on your couch. “i..i’ll talk to him, i think in a week or so, yeah.”

he nods with soft eyes, “would’ve been better if you did before the advertisement went on tv, but i guess maybe not.” you look down, “i’ll text you what time the commercial will air.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow then, lock the doors it’ll be windy tonight.”

you nod and walk him out, leaning on the doorframe while he walks to his car, waving before he sits in and leaves.

you glance at the dark sky once and then walk in, turning the outside lights on and deciding to leisure in your living room. laying flat on your stomach with a blanket all over you, a movie in the background as the wind picked up outside.

your eyes blankly stare at the tv, having no interest in the movie being played you lazily grab the remote and change the channel.

coincidentally stopping at the tmz channel which made you roll your eyes yet still watch it, it’s the pre recorded video of celebrities at the met. you watch all the interviews until yours and seonghwa’s show up and suddenly you’re paying more attention to it than anyone else.

when you answered the question, seonghwa raised his eyebrows and smirked. nodding to whatever you said while the tmz channel analyzed the gesture.

“and you seonghwa, god damn, you’re like out of this world.” he chuckles, bowing his head slightly and you step away for him to have his moment. “and like are you dating someone? cause i know someone i can link you up with.”

he chokes, patting his chest lightly with a grin. “i think i know someone too.”

you had no idea he looked at you while answering the question, your eyes stuck to the ground and his to yours.

you let out a loud sigh before turning the tv off, spending new year’s alone in you warm place never felt so good. albeit, you were lonely, but it’s not something unknown to you.

your phone’s notification pings and you briefly see the notification before getting up, hurrying out to grab the skip the dishes for new years. having already set the dinner table you rushed down the hallway, a grin on your face as you unlocked the door and paused.

the smile on your face falling and your eyes widening, “w-what are you doing here..”

“y/n.”

standing in front of you was seonghwa, dressed in more casual clothes (a hoodie and sweats) and you wondered if he had to change quickly from the met clothes to the ones he’s wearing now.

you see the way the wind picked up and it sent a shudder to your body before you looked at seonghwa again, “why are you here?”

“i want to talk to you,” he breaths, “clear misunderstandings and questions.”

you blink and then swallow the warm lump in your throat. “i, i don’t want to-“

“y/n, please.” he takes a step forward, “please just once, just hear me out and i’ll leave after that.”

“you need closure and so does he.” yeosang’s voice reminds you.

your lips let out a sigh, “okay.” walking out the door and closing it before leaning your back to it.

he balances on the balls of his feet, eyes staring at your face while his hands fiddle with his shirt.

“h-how have you been?”

you shiver at the coldness, leaves beginning to move of the pavements. “good, yeah. you?”

he smiles sadly, “miserable.”

your head snaps up, eyebrows pulling together in a frown. “what? what’s wrong?”

“me not seeing you,” he mumbles, “i missed seeing you so much, at work and then at my place, in my arms beside me.”

you sigh, “seonghwa, can you ple-“

“okay okay,” he lifts his hand up by his face, “i’m sorry, i’ll start there.”

“i know i’ve been an asshole to you in the past, a little bit now too but you know what i mean.” you nod slowly, “i can’t take the time back or fix anything but i want you to know that i do regret the things i’ve done, and i want to apologize for it.”

“okay,” you says and he pauses.

“okay?” he asks, eyes blinking.

“you did almost take my career away from me, for being a rich asshole with his momma behind him. does she even know you did this?”

he shakes his head and looks down, you continue. “i genuinely at that time thought it was over for me, it scared me so much how you took jobs away from  me.”

“and i take all the responsibility for it.”

you pull your lips in a straight line and nod, tugging your cardigan closer to you. “then it’s all good, i’ll get going.”

just as fast as you ran inside to close the door, at the same speed he stops the door with his foot and a hand. and it makes your breathing waver because you wanted to avoid the next topic so bad, but you know you couldn’t.

“go away,” you say and he shakes his head, “it’s getting late, windy and about to rain.”

he holds onto your wrist and pulls you out the house, you squealing with wide eyes as you step just out your doorstep.

“what are you doing?!”

“why’d you just walk away on that day without listening to me,” he closes the distance between you two, wind whistling through.

“i don’t want to talk about i-“

“i do,” he bites back, “i have every right to know why you did that, why did you runaway just like that-“

“no reason.” you look away, clenching your jaw. chest pounding against your ribcage, breathing raggedy.

he scoffs, “no reason? y/n are you being serious? you had a reason that’s why you left!”

it’s then when you feel a single rain drop, drop on your shoulder. “seonghwa, it’s beginning to rain we should talk this thro-“

“stay right here,” he says and you grit.

“why?” you say, “why do you want me to stay? who even are you to tell me do th-“

barely letting you finish, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you to his chest. you stumble forward with a squeak, eyes widening while his stay calm.

“now tell me,” he whispers, “why did you leave.”

“i won’t.” you bite back, “what’re you going to do.”

he gives you a look, a raindrop dropping on him as well. “y/n, please.”

“no-“

“y/n!” he yells and you flinch, eyes blinking repeatedly while you look up at him. his expression softening right as you do.

“why does it even matter?” you say, feeling the train of emotions coming over you. “why does it matter to you!”

“because,” he whispers, “i want to fix everything.”

you look away, inhaling before getting rid of his hands. “let go of me.”

“baby please..”

“don’t call me that,” because it pulls at your heart.

“why’d you leave?”

you roll your eyes, jumping when the sudden shower of rain began. “seonghwa, it’s raining let go of me!”

“not until we fix this.”

“why do you car-“

“because i like you, damnit!” he steps closer, staring at your wide eyes and parted lips. “why don’t you get it!”

“you don’t!” you yell right back, “you don’t like me!”

he holds onto your hand, “y/n, please.”

“why?” you say, “why are you doing this? for what? what do you want me to say?!”

“the truth.”

“fine,” you grit, “i ran because i didn’t like that someone else was kissing you!”

he inches closer, “and why didn’t you like that?”

“because i like you!” you finally yell and the rain begins to pour harder. “i’m- i’m in love with you and seeing that it hurts me!”

he smiles slightly, coming closer to hold onto you again. “did it hurt a lot?”

“o-of course it did!” you tear up, “who was she to even do that! and you kissed her on top of that!”

“y/n-“

“no, you wanted to hear me talk yeah?” you take a step closer, “i hated it when you did that, why did you?”

“i get it,” you say, “because you never liked me seonghwa, we never were a thing, we were just a hooku-“

“a hookup where i take you on dates and to see my family?!”

“well, i don’t know!” you argue, “you could’ve done that to everyone you dated before, it doesn’t make anything special!”

“you know what,” you take a hand through your now wet hair, taking slow steps back. “forget it, i- today isn’t a good day to talk.”

and you turn around, unlocking the front door and before you could step in. seonghwa pushes you in, closing the door behind and then pushing you to the door.

you back collides with the warm wood, contrasting the cold rain drenching you and seonghwa.

“wha-“

“what made you think i didn’t like you?” he questions, “hm? from where did you come up with that?”

“because that’s what guys like you do.”

he places a hand by your head, pinning you to him and the door behind. “what do guys like me do?”

“you get a girl, fuck her, make her believe you’ll be there and then leave her like it never happened.” you gritted, clenching and unclenching your jaw before inhaling sharply.

his hand gently lifts to cup your chin, “is that the idea you have of me?”

you don’t respond but look away, the tears welled up from outside know mixing the with the cold rain water on your face.

“you love me, and yet have never told me.” he pauses, “how would i have even known?”

“and is that why you go around kissing anyone?”

“behave yourself,” he lifts an eyebrow, stepping closer till his nose brushes against yours. “i didn’t kiss her, she kissed me-“

“you let he-“

“-forcefully.”

“what?”

“tell me if someone kisses you forcefully and someone else walks in and sees it, what will their reaction be?”

“…exactly what mine was,” you say, suddenly feeling your insides churn.

“she’s the same intern who leaked the ysl project,” you snap your head up, “the video of us that went viral.”

“o-oh my god,”

“you were hurt, hm?” he asks, voice so gentle and warm that it makes tears pool in your eyes once again.

you nod, “i don’t even know why i’m hurt, it doesn’t make sense seonghwa. we have nothing in between us, but it hurt watching you with someone else..”

he smiles, leaning his weight on you as he corners you to a corner right beside your door.

“i fired her.”

you look up, “why’d you do that?!”

“if someone harassed me, i’d still do it.”

you grab onto his shirt, “a-are you okay?”

he looks down to inhale, “why?” he leans closer, “you care about me now?”

“of course i do!” you yell back and he smiles, “i always have, but you don’t even think about me that wa-“

his long deep sigh interrupts you, “now that’s a big assumption you have there love, who told you i didn’t like you?”

you freeze, insides swooping. “stop playing a dumb joke, seonghwa.”

“why can’t you ever listen to me?” he says, “that’s exactly the problem you have, you jumped to conclusions without telling me about.”

he cups your cheek, “why are you crying now?” using his thumb to caress your skin while you ducked your head down.

“why didn’t you tell me that earlier!” he chuckles at the whiney voice of yours.

“you didn’t want to listen.”

“you’re going to leave me,” you whisper and he smiles, leaning down and softly telling you to look up.

“i won’t,” he says, “i won’t leave.”

you shake your head, eyebrows pulling together. “how would i know,” you sniffle and he smiles, “you could’ve-“

instead of going on, his soft lips interrupt you by placing them on yours. arms around you, head tilted and lips placed on yours, unmoving.

“you’re so dense,” he whispers, pecking yourself lips again and again. “what made you think i didn’t like you?”

he nudged you with his shoulder, “hm? was it because of when we first met? the runway?”

“everything.” you whisper and he pulls back to look at you, “you and i despise each other, have from the beginning b-“

“-but now we don’t,” he whispers, coming closer till his lips are brushing against your neck. “we did at one point, things escalated so quickly that i think it was impossible for us to not catch feelings, don’t you think?”

you bite down on your lip, eyes closing shut as you inhaled sharply. it’s when when a small, quiet, “i’m sorry,” leaves you.

a genuine apology you owe to seonghwa, for what you had done and effect you both. having thought it was his fault, which partially it was but you’re the one to blame.

the sleepless nights of you thinking about your relationship with seonghwa, wanting nothing but to move out of the country and pretend as if nothing happened.

it’s a thing you’ve seen happen in the career you were in, models date, fuck, and pretend as if nothing has ever happened and go along living happily.

“hm?” he teases, “what’d you say? i didn’t hea-“

“i’m sorry!” this time you say it loudly, hiding your face in his chest, he laughs and embraces you.

you had experienced your fair share of hook ups, now pretending to never have met the other person. even if you two have to work the same jobs at times, that’s exactly what you thought would happen between you and seonghwa.

“it’s good to realize when someone’s wrong,” you pause to slap his back, “geez! ow!”

“i’m sorry this- this whole thing happened because of my assumption and it created this whole rift and,” you swallow, “i’m really very sorry.”

“you know when i fell for you?” he smiles, pecking your neck. “when we were in venice, on that boat.”

he chuckles lowly, lips brushing against the length of your neck. “when you held me so close, i glanced up at you and i had to stop because wow,” he whispers and you squirm under his hold.

“i thought where in the hell did i get to work with you?” he hums, “and then with playboy i knew we weren’t just friends.”

your arms lift to wrap around his waist, “i realized it a little bit before we went to your parent’s place, i didn’t know how to bring it up because i was afraid you’d laugh and reject and it’ll change everything between us.”

he pulls you away from the corner, both hands still around your waist he jerks you inside. wet watery puddles making their way in with every step you two took, cold and clothes sticking to your bodies but he drags you in.

“where’s the living room?” he asks, pecking your temple.

“to the left,” and he walks you there, not leaving you for even a single second.

“there,” he says, brushing his wet hair away before reaching in his pocket to fish his phone out. “hongjoong texted, commercial airs in two minutes.”

you nod, flipping the tv on at a record speed. “finally, waited a whole year for this.”

he smiles, squeezing at your waist. “waited longer for you.”

you throw him a glare, “you waited almost two months please,”

he pokes his tongue out and places his chin on your shoulder, back hugging you. your hands lift to hold onto his while your eyes are looking right at the tv.

“too long love, too long.” you smile, patting his hands while you patiently wait for the commercial to roll in.  

“i’m sorry again,” you mumble, fingers mindlessly fiddling with his.

“you really want to start our new year with sorry?” he mumbles, rocking you to side to side. “new year, to new us.”

“you’re a filmy bastard, you know?” he laughs, deep and hearty before placing a quick peck on your cheek.

tightening his arms around you which makes you gasp and slap his hands, “can’t wait to see a rewind of our year together, hongjoong says it’ll go up in twenty seconds.”

you breathe shakily, the nerves getting to you. seeing your project for the first time and on live television with millions watching, it has to be your biggest and most successful project yet.

your phones start to pop up with notifications, “they’re starting.” you bite up lips. knowing the messages would be from companies and friends and foes who live in different time zones.

“mhm,” he whispers, eyeing your expression with a smile. that he quickly grabs something out of his pocket, sheepishly grabbing your wrist while you patiently wait for the ad.

he drapes a cool metal bracelet around your wrist with a smile, your eyes fall to it and are about to open your mouth that suddenly the commercial rolls in.

“hwa!”

you jump, grabbing his hands while both of you look right at the tv.

it starts with a small ysl logo, then flows into you and seonghwa walking in the elevator. where you two first met and made out in the elevator. the cinematography seeming as if it were in a action film, the cuts and cleans being stunning.

to where you and him held hands and ran down the streets of california, then snips of yours and his mouth talking, his hand holding yours under the table while smiles decorated your lips.

it then pans to cinematic scenes of the downtown at night, skyscrapers with their lights turned on and then to your heels to seonghwa’s shirt being opened. falling to the bed and it ends when you stare in the camera, holding the perfume bottle before it grows dark.

when it’s over, a random show plays. you and seonghwa remain quiet, unmoving and out of breath.

“damn,” he whispers, “and you tell me we were just a hook up.”

before you respond, you sneeze loudly. jumping in your spot and it makes him chuckle, “you’re laughing while i’m shivering?!”

“calls for a hot shower,” he spins you by the waist, lifting his eyebrow at you.

“it’s all because of you too,” you groan, “wanted to argue under the rain, filmy idiot.”

he pouts teasingly and lowers his head, “life maybe a bitch, but our life’s a movie. couldn’t just skip the opportunit-“

you interrupt him by cupping his cheeks and slamming your lips to his, warm and soft and full of the love you’ve realized for him.

once you pull back, you whisper. “happy new year, silly.”

his eyes flicker on the clock fast enough for him to pull you into a kiss again, hands squeezing at your waist and he puts his weight over you. making you squeal when your back bends backwards, afraid you’ll fall on the couch.

“happy new year,” he whispers in between the kiss with a smile that makes your knees grow weak. “to us.”

you push him away with a coy smile, “starting the year off with a hot shower, now let me go-“

he frowns, “without me?”

“yes,” you unravel his arms from you, a sheepish grin on your face before you make a run for it. “without you!”

his loud “hey!” echoes the house before he chases behind you, stripping his clothes off before hopping in the shower with you.

making out in the shower one minute to making bubbles to repeating the first step, with hushed whispers and loving kisses with repeated “i love you’s,” smiles and cheeky, shy chuckles to loud whines and breathy gasps.

so busy in your own world where your phones aren’t vibrating relentlessly because of notifications form everyone, or forgetting that you’d have to explain all this to your parents, yeosang and hongjoong when they come over tomorrow.

and it does make you realize that maybe you two were never meant to be friends, because friends don’t whisper i love you’s in the way you two do. friends don’t make love the way you two do, neither do they kiss on the lips with so much warmth.

and friends certainly don’t have the story you two live in, it started from yves saint laurent’s office and ended in your shower with bubbles all over.

“so, who’s going to explain this to everyone else?”

their outfits throughout the fic !!!

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He knows how to play with fire

Seonghwa has everything: talent in singing/music, talent in performing, huge Aura, the visual of a top model, he loves Star Wars & Lego...it's a Bingo!