A/N: Hello, awesome people! This is my first one-shot for Suho, so I hope you like it! The inspiration came from a lovely Anon, so thank you again for that request! Obviously “Grey Suit”-inspired in honor of release week!
**Please note that I do not own any of the above images or gifs so all credit should go to the original owner(s).
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The lights were bright. The dim beep of the camera shutter hummed a staccato beat. The music vibrated with bass. The electric symphony of sights and sounds made the studio space you were in come alive. You could feel the excitement in the air, a palpable energy from the others around you. Weeks of hard work come to fruition.
And you were by no means an exception.
You, like so many others, had put your heart and soul into this project. You weren’t a stranger to working on a music video set, but it continued to fill your heart with pride seeing your vision come to life on-screen. Time moved quickly in the music industry and it was hard to believe that you’d been working at one of the biggest entertainment companies in South Korea for two years. Aware of your zest for fashion and keen eye for photography, an old high school friend had reached out and asked you to apply for a job as a styling assistant for SM Entertainment. Fresh out of a change-in-career, you’d jumped at the chance to try something new. Since then, you’d hit the ground running, now taking on projects as the lead stylist for many of SM’s top idol boy groups.
You heard the beep of the camera shutter come to a stop, followed by the sound of the director calling for makeup and wardrobe. Several minutes later and pink, plaid shirt in hand, you were grateful you always brought doubles of everything. A little makeup stain could cause a lot of damage to a shooting schedule, afterall. Hastening your pace, you froze in your tracks. The sight of a smooth, naked chest greeted you and you felt a blush color your cheeks. From what you knew, Suho was not shy when it came to showing skin, thus you were not surprised he’d chosen to divest himself of the stained shirt right then and there. Taking another peek, you soaked in the sight of that lean, muscular body. You imagined running your fingers up and down those sleek indentations, knowing they’d be rock-hard to the touch.
Giving yourself a mental kick, you looked up to find that you had the sole attention of one person. Suho stood in all his bare-chested glory. Obviously watching you watching him. You dipped your head in embarrassment, hurrying forward. Holding out the hanger in front of you, you prayed he’d just take the shirt, so you could go hide in the corner.
A gentle hand slipped the garment out from between your fingers.
“Thank you, Y/N. You saved us from the brink of disaster,” Suho joked.
You managed to squeak out a “Thank you, sir” before making your escape, unaware of the eyes that continued to watch your back.
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Suho watched your retreat with interest. He’d seen you watching him, eyes gone wide at the sight of his shirtless body. He was as humble as they came, but at the same time, he knew he looked good. Suho worked hard, ate well, and put in plenty of time at the gym to keep his body in tip-top shape for performing. In his profession, he was used to having eyes on him.
But he especially liked it when you looked at him.
Fresh out of mandatory military service, he’d looked forward to the prospect of creating his new album. When your vision for styling the album’s MVs had come across the director’s desk, he’d been intrigued. You’d been a green assistant stylist on the set of “Obsession” when he first met you, and in the two years he was away, you had risen like a star.
Since then, you had been circling each other cautiously, like two animals meeting in the wild. He liked you and he could tell that you also liked him. If the way your eyes followed him hadn’t been a big tip off, the EXO wallpaper on your phone definitely was. He wondered who your favorite member was, hoping it might be him.
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From your vantage point, you admired your hard work. Suho was amazingly attractive and he looked good in just about anything, but you had to admit that you’d outdone yourself this time. A mix of bold and classic outfits worked seamlessly with the theme and you’d taken some risks with your styling choices. Pink plaid, baggy jeans, dark suits, and black leather. Suho was often portrayed as the preppy type, but you’d wanted some juxtaposition between colorfully casual versus elegant monochrome.
Suho was lovely; kind, gentle, and humorous (in your opinion, despite the adoring criticism from his members). Ever the consummate leader, he ordered food or coffee trucks to thank the cast and crew after all of his projects. He offered to help carry things and hold doors. He’d even helped you carry your suitcases when he saw you struggling with the sheer number of them en route to an EXO photoshoot once.Suho’s actions spoke volumes to you as a professional, but whispered sweet nothing to you as a not-so-secret fan. You crushed on Suho, pretty hard if you had to admit it. He’d been your bias since day one, way back when they debuted in 2012. Utilizing your talents to help him shine made you stand a little straighter.
You admired him….but you also imagined what it would be like to kiss him. A rather lethal combination in your book.
Thankfully, the rest of the photo shoot went off without a hitch and before you knew it, the crew was wrapping up. You made your way to the dressing room, the thought of flopping into bed an excellent motivator to make quick work of packing all of the shoot’s garments away. Knocking twice, you paused on the threshold to wait for an answer. Hearing silence, you eased the door open and slipped inside. Closing the door softly behind you, you scanned the room for movement. Sensing no one, you started packing up your stuff, placing shirts and pants into hanger bags and stowing accessories to keep them from getting broken in transport. One hanger left, you frowned, not seeing the white button-up shirt that should be occupying it.
“Missing something?”, a voice said, making you jump.
Pivoting on your heels, you turned to face him. Suho stood before you, the misplaced white shirt still adorning his body, half unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of his taut pecs.
“Yes, sir, as a matter of fact, I am.” You cleared your throat, averting your gaze away from the seductive sight in front of you.
“Junmyeon,” he said quietly, ”just ‘Junmyeon’ is fine.”
“Alright, ‘Junmyeon’ it is then.”
You stepped back, wondering if the slight movement would allow you to break free of the magnetic force pulling you into his orbit.
“I’m assuming you’ll probably be needing this back,” he said, indicating the shirt he wore as he advanced forward, following you.
You swallowed hard, mouth dry as he leisurely undid each button, slowly revealing more and more of his hard, sculpted abs. He had to know the effect he was having on you…there was no way he couldn’t.
You hesitantly reached out to grab the shirt from his outstretched hands, yelping in surprise as his arm closed around your waist, pulling you towards himself as the white shirt slipped through your fingers.
Deliciously trapped against his body, your heart thundered rapidly at the feel of his breath feathering over the top of your head. Taking your chin in his hand, he tipped your head up to meet his gaze. As you locked gazes, he flushed.
“I don’t normally do stuff like this–”, he murmured, “–but I can’t help myself around you…”
You nodded in understanding, feeling the exact same way. The climbing heat and stomach flutters were a familiar sensation, but for the first time in your life, you weren’t feeling shy, but rather ready to take what you desired.
“Listen, we don’t have to–” he started, misinterpreting your silence and giving you a way out, like a gentleman. However, the rest of his words were lost as your finger came to press against his mouth.
Reaching up to cup his cheeks, you gently pulled his face to yours, taking a moment to assure yourself that you hadn’t only conjured this moment up from your imagination. Junmyeon’s beautiful, brown eyes took in your face, making you feel like the only girl in the world. And as if time had slowed, Junmyeon bridged the gap between you, bringing his lips to gently press against yours. Caught up in a slow dance all your own, your lips came together in soft caresses again and again. Pausing to catch your breath, you sighed against Junmyeon’s parted mouth, lost in the feel of his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, and the smell of mint as his breath washed over your face.
As your heart beats slowed and the fire inside you cooled, a tender glow remained. Placing a gentle kiss into the crook of your neck, Junmyeon rested his head there, keeping you close as you both caught your breaths. As Junmeyon’s soft hair tickled your nose, you treasured these fleeting moments in Junmyeon’s arms, knowing they would soon come to an end.
A part of you wondered what happened after this, but before you could get too wrapped up in your thoughts, the sound of your cell phone chiming made you jump. Junmyeon froze momentarily before lifting his head and stepping away to peer around the room. As you went to retrieve your phone, you suddenly felt cold, keenly feeling the absence of Junmyeon’s body heat that you’d become accustomed to.
Holding your phone in shaky hands, your screen lit up to reveal a wholly unimportant reminder text. Sensing a presence over your shoulder, you turned to find Junmyeon peering down at the phone over your shoulder, a small smile on his face. Looking down, you flushed at the realization that he’d been looking at your EXO phone wallpaper. Tossing your phone into your purse, you hurried to keep busy, packing up the rest of your stuff, prepared to make an escape, prepared to pretend that nothing had happened between you and the man of your dreams.
A hand on your shoulder halted you in your tracks. Turning to face him, you prepared for the worst.
“Do you need help carrying your things?”
Looking up, you frowned, unsure of where this line of questioning was going.
“I mean–that’s a lot of clothes for one person to carry–and I could help you carry them–and we could carry them together to–maybe a coffee shop?”
Your heart stuttered at his words. It almost sounded like he was asking you on a date.
Your expression must have betrayed your disbelief, because he continued on: “I know you’ve been looking at me because I’ve been watching you right back. I thought about you while I was away and now that I’m back, I’d like the honor of getting to know you better.”
He looked down at you expectantly, silently waiting for your answer. You shyly nodded your head, a grin spreading on your face.
“I just have one stipulation.”
He looked up questioningly at your words.
“Put on a shirt!”, you laughed, bending to pick up the rumpled, white shirt off the floor and toss it in his general direction.
“If my lady insists,” he teased.
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Thank you for reading, Clothes-Minded! If you enjoyed what you read, please feel free to give it a re-blog so that it’s easier for others to find and enjoy. Your support is always, always appreciated! ❤️
Hiiii! Could you make a one shot/imagine where you're Junmyeon's stylist for his next cb and you're struggling to conceal the fact that you're proud of the work you put into making your not so secret crush look great? Just saw his teaser pics and I'm in love 😍
Hiiiiiii!!! I am about done with your request, with some final edits and revisions to go, so it should be up soon. The story gets a little spicy, so I hope that's okay with you 🔥 (LMK and I can make it fluff only). Thank you again for this excellent prompt! I've enjoyed writing my first Suho fic so much ☺️.
Wrapping presents with Suho and one of you being really terrible at it with lots of fluff
Thank you for requesting/sending this in! I really hope you like it (I added a lot to the simple request that I hope you don’t mind). Please let me know what you think, and you can find it here.
Jin, and Mamaho because Mamaho is so cute and awkward and Jin is just so....qhxbribdkendkenejdbwjxhdie
Hopefully I have time to write Jin’s scenario tomorrow, because it’s probably not getting done tonight. I promise I’ll do it, though, and I’ll message you when I start working on it Katie :)
