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☆ ⼂ LOVE, TAILORED ﹗three

ꔫㅤㅤ ❜[ fashion designer khj x ceo fem!reader ] ㅤ⋆ ㅤfluff, crack, e2l 𓏧 for the company assets you have to work with solo designer kim hongjoong. even if it meant him annoying you at every step. ㅤ warnings flirting ㅤ﹢ㅤ3.4k wc ꔫㅤㅤ ❜part one . two . three ⁺

Suddenly you say, “Hey, can I ask you a question?”

“No, I hate mint chocolate,” he replies solemnly and then grins looking at your deadpan face.

“You are very annoying, you know that?” you grit your teeth and he laughs loudly at your sentence. His laughter had a giggling tone like a child’s and sounded so real, unlike the ones he usually gives in an interview. His smile is way too endearing and you find yourself laughing with him.

He steals a glance at your laughing face before blurting out, “You have a cute laugh underneath all that, don’t you?” And the car goes silent, shallow breaths filling up the noise moments ago. Hongjoong quietly focuses on the road trying not to think about your lingering gaze on his side profile while your mind gets fogged.

Though the sentence is supposed to be teasing you can’t help but note that he called your laugh cute. You are always smiling but there are very few people who have actually listened to you laughing. And suddenly Hongjoong has made his place in that small list that you keep so maintained and wrecked it up. And you hate to love it so much.

Hongjoong clears his throat lightly making you come back from your imagination as he asks, “What did you want to say?”

You quickly rack your brain and then remember the question and suddenly feel shy. What place are you two in for you to ask this anyway? But you can ask as a colleague so you went ahead, “What schedule do you have after this project is finished?”

Your voice is hesitant as your shy gaze lingers on him.

He is shocked at your question and all kinds of possibilities run through his head. Flustered even. Should he ask why? No, that would ruin his dignity and image. He quickly replies, “Just some stuff here and there and I might get an invite from Balman.”

“Balman? Wow, that- that’s great,” you reply smiling before looking out the window. You both have been driving for half an hour now and a ten-minute drive to your apartment is left.

Hongjoong is gripping the steering wheel tightly trying his best to focus on the road ahead. He was thinking about all the tiny details he had picked up over your month of working beside each other every day.

How you stare blankly when you don’t understand before he has to explain again and you nod. Not your fault though, fashion designing is a hard subject. How you chew with your front teeth like a kid, and he thinks it’s stupid even though he finds it way too cute.

No, it’s definitely stupid, he scolds his mind. And he isn’t definitely falling for such an organised person. He always needs and wants spontaneity. Someone like you definitely isn’t in his mind all the time

He hears you say to take a right and he obeys, driving inside the apartment after you show your ID at the entrance. He turns his car around to leave when you say, “Do you want to come in?”

“Oh, is this an invitation?” he wiggles his eyebrows playfully as you roll your eyes, slowly opening your seatbelt and waiting for an answer patiently. Okay, not patiently but eagerly.

“Where’s the guest parking?” he asks answering your doubts as you show him around.

Pressing the padlock for your apartment you push the door open and enter along with Hongjoong. Your apartment is nice and clean and you are relieved no stray bra is lying around or else you will have not lived to see another day due to Hongjoong’s teasing.

You take off your coat and look at Hongjoong who is still looking around. His eyes look so round, with his pretty eyelashes that you find yourself staring at his face.

“Your apartment is so cosy,” he whispers and you blink twice to regenerate his sentence in your mind.

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” you giggle and he shakes his head looking at you.

“It’s just I thought you would be in a more posh place,” he explains as you find yourself nodding at him. You become quiet looking around your own apartment and realise why he says it. The walls were beautifully decorated with some Polaroid lights, the desks had pictures and some books.

“I don’t like large places, makes me feel all alone,” you say and he looks around again.

“This one is large too,” he reasons.

“Yes, but not like those never-ending apartments with little furniture, like the day ends in just walking from one room to another,” you groan and he giggles the same laugh that makes you feel giddy all over again.

“Just sit down and I will order us something,” you propose and he nods sitting down on the couch and you scroll through the apps to order something.

The food and the drinks were quickly down as you laughed along with Hongjoong at one of the ridiculous stories of his teen crush and later bid him goodbye as he drove away to his own apartment.

You close the balcony door softly and find yourself grinning and biting your lips thinking of Hongjoong. Even though he is “all about spontaneity” his work ethic and after today his everything is making you way too happy.

And now you feel scared because you are falling for him and he isn’t there to catch you.

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The week passes over quickly, and you and Hongjoong are both busy preparing for the upcoming ramp walk and event to which your company is invited. You both had your own things to do and barely saw each other. You had to get some files ready and the documents, sign them up and seal some deals while Hongjoong was going over the designs, perfecting them, and a session with the models every day.

You huff in relief as you board the private plane of your company with everyone and slump down on your seat. Your seat was a bit secluded having a partition. You feel Seonghwa’s presence beside you as he sits down.

You hear some shuffling beside you and on the adjacent isle, you see Hongjoong and Mingi settle down. Mingi passes you a small smile which you greet him back with before turning around and closing your eyes.

Halfway through the journey, you find being pushed by someone as you rub your eyes and the familiar scent hits your nose. Hongjoong. You scramble up in your seat as he looks at you saying, “Had a good sleep? Darling.”

“You!” You exclaimed, but your tone wasn’t accusatory like it would have been two weeks ago. You playfully nudge him before your vision stabilizes and you look around and see Seonghwa sitting with Mingi playing what you probably thought was, “League of Legends.”

“Wow, he dared ditch me to play a damn game,” you murmur to yourself.

“Your head is so heavy, it is hurting my shoulder now,” Hongjoong says and you look at him narrowing your eyes.

“Why didn’t you just throw my head off then,” you argue back but before he can answer food gets served and he immediately digs in. You didn’t pay too much attention to him ignoring your question and instead dug in your own food, satisfied with the comeback, however lame it was.

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“I will sue this hotel,” you fume as you quietly scream at Seonghwa who is standing there and trying to calm you down.

Mingi is also standing feeling sorry for you and Hongjoong is doing something on his phone but still keeping you company.

“It’s not that bad, you know, only our rooms are not done, and they promised it will be done by the evening, Mingi and Hongjoong even have their rooms,” Seonghwa tries to make you understand.

Keyword- try.

“I don’t care,” you grit your teeth and then continue, “This is a reputed hotel, how can they be so careless?”

“Well not really their fault, how would they know that the couple would have sex in a random room and then check out,” Seonghwa says and you huff. There was no option and you felt like crying. After fifteen hours of journey, all you wanted to do was take some rest in the nice hotel bed and rest. But that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

Unless.

Hongjoong speaks up, “Well our very patient CEO can stay in my room till then while Seonghwa can go in with Mingi,” and looks at you.

You are so tired you didn’t even try to refute or tease him even when you heard him saying, “No we are doing whatever I am saying” to Seonghwa’s “We can do the opposite too.”

You drag your feet towards Hongjoong’s room as he opens the door with the card and you push past him, lying down on his bed. You don’t even feel like opening your shoes as you enjoy the soft bedsheets under your body.

“This is my room and you don’t even ask,” Hongjoong sighs smiling slightly at your slumped figure over his bed, before he takes off his own shoes.

“Shut up,” you reply, your voice muffling inside the pillows as he sees your cheeks getting squished while you speak. The bellman comes right after to leave his and your luggage inside and he closes the door softly so as to not disturb you.

You are aware you were lying diagonally hogging up the bed space so you try to move a bit to make space but stop as you feel a tug on your leg. You feel Hongjoong’s hands untie your Converse highs and take them off. You keep quiet not knowing what to do and after a few minutes you feel him take off your socks too.

Your heart thumps inside your body as you feel yourself breathing erratically at his domestic behaviour and you are glad that he cannot see your face which is probably adorning a hundred shades of red.

“Hello kitty socks under Nike’s Converse, really?” he comments cheekily trying to hide the adoration in his voice which you did not catch anyway because you are dense as hell.

“You just have to say something, don’t you?” you cross your arms sitting up and looking at him.

“What can I say? I love getting you all riled up,” he smirks walking towards the bed and standing in front of you.

You look up at his hovering figure and your breath hitches as you take in his parted hair which was styled with gel, his transparent glasses on his face and his brown eyes. Oh, those pretty eyes that you want to get lost in.

“Shut up,” you reply, your voice coming out as a whisper and he dips his head over you more making you inhale sharply.

“Make me, darling,” he whispers back and you have to clutch the bedsheets to stop yourself from grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

Suddenly you both jump at your phone ringing as you reach for it and he clears his throat moving away from you. “Hello,” you say but your voice comes out hoarse and you can feel his effect on you already. Voice unstable, hands shaky, mind foggy, heart racing- he makes you go crazy.

You are screwed.

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“I’m screwed,” you tell Seonghwa as you share a drink with him in your room the next day. It was eleven at night and after a whole day of attending the event and giving everyone forced smiles and watching the several runways you and Seonghwa were in your room in your pyjamas discussing your own lives.

“Why? He isn’t bad as a person,” Seonghwa said taking in a sip before checking his phone again.

“Hwa, calm down, your wife and daughter are both sleeping, it’s seven in the morning there,” you console him as you see his face. You knew he was missing them badly and you felt sad for him.

“Yeah, true,” he sighed giving one last look at his phone and then looking at you smiling softly. You smile back, take a sip of your wine and look outside through the glass wall towards the blinking city lights.

“About Hongjoong,” Seonghwa hesitates and you encourage him to continue humming slightly and he says, “He is not a bad person as I said and he probably likes you back, I mean he flirts with you too.”

“He flirts with everybody, and I have fallen for it,” you groan leaning against the glass as Seonghwa raises his eyebrows at you.

“Did you really fall because of his flirty behaviour?” Seonghwa asks you rhetorically and you realise that sighing to yourself. He gets up and putting the wine glass down he says, “You need to think y/n, properly.”

Seonghwa leans back on his chair lightly and your eyes drop to the floor, your deep breaths echoing the room. Seonghwa looks up once and says, “You know on a completely different note, Mingi told me Hongjoong never flirts with his clients the amount he does to you. He is extremely professional and only does business.”

He abruptly gets up and leaves the room before you can muster a reply and you sigh locking the door and sitting down on the quiet bed. Looking around you turn off the lights and look outside at the star-studded view of Paris and feel lonely. And confused. And shaky.

It is the city of love.

And here you are wondering if the person you like likes you back or not.

You know Seonghwa’s question had an answer from you- ‘no’. No, you did not fall for his flirting skills.

You fell for his behaviour, his bright smile, his playfulness, his laugh, his sparkling eyes, his honest behaviour, and his work ethic. Honestly, you couldn’t help but admire how much wonderful he is in his field. He proved you right, spontaneity is the right way for fashion, for designing, for creativity.

You fell for his teasing comments, and his patient behaviour as he made you understand what he was doing and how designing works when you visited his room in the after-hours of your office. His laugh when you asked a stupid question was still your favourite as you remember him looking at your curious state with endearing eyes before he explained.

And you? You who always wanted to like a person who is organised, has interests like you, not very random have fallen for the most spontaneous and random person in the world. You knew he was just being friendly and flirting was in his behaviour, yet you fell and now you are alone in this.

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The shows are over and you are set to return the next day. Throughout the whole week, you had been with Hongjoong and made no progress with dealing with your stupid crush on him. Except it has grown bigger. Now, Hongjoong was on your mind every damn time of the day and you hated it. Mostly because you can’t be with him.

You pack up your suitcase and get up and hear your doorbell ring. “Coming,” you call out and expecting your food you open the door. You are surprised as you see Hongjoong standing there looking handsome as ever and you suddenly feel all self-conscious.

Like a schoolgirl in front of your crush.

You have your bed hair from your nap, the loose pyjamas you love wearing so much that the prints are basically fading and the prints are of Ninja Hatari. “H-hey,” you stutter out quickly running your hand over your front hair to get the loose strands praying and hoping the twin-braids are somewhat decent.

But all through your embarrassment, Hongjoong’s heart swelled at your sight. You look so fluffy that he just wants to hold you and kiss you all over the face, right then and there. He looks at you smiling lightly and thrusts his left hand towards you.

You are taken aback at what looks like a cover for a dress and look back at him as his eyes land everywhere except on yours. “It’s for you,” he says, letting a cough out again as you take it from his hand slowly and put it on your bed.

You keep quiet, knowing your voice will betray you and you undo the chain and gasp out loud.

There lay the dress of the design you had fallen in love with on the first day, the day he ruined your moment with the drawing by making a snarky comment, in a lilac colour. Your breath falls short as you realise the “mistake” he made of counting eleven models was just to show you this dress and see your reaction to it.

Seeing how you became quiet, Hongjoong panics and starts blabbering, “I asked Seonghwa and he said your favourite colour is lilac. I also had seen how you liked this design of mine so I decided why not make it? And of course, it’s a gift but if you want you can give it back, I mean no pressure, it’s just a small token of appreciation and not much, and again you can always return it or throw it-“

“Hongjoong shut up,” you deadpan looking at him straight in the eye as you interrupt his blabber and he stares back at you, blankly.

“I love it, it’s beautiful, thanks,” you whisper out looking at the dress and back up at him as he feels shy under your gaze and laughs nervously.

You fiddle through the layers of the dress, feeling the expensive fabric below your fingers. “You like it so much, you forget the one you made it,” Hongjoong whines jokingly and comes closer to your back, peering over your shoulders.

You can feel his shallow breath on your shoulder and you turn to face him feeling bold. It was now or never.

Tomorrow this opportunity will have left your hand as you will both go separate ways. Him staying in Paris for the Balman show while you return to Korea.

“I love it because I know it came from you,” you reply. You can see his eyes brighten up like stars as he smiles back, his hands hesitantly hovering over your waist and he looks at you.

Your bold demeanour vanishes as soon as it comes and you look down, fiddling with your pyjama strings. You were hyper-aware of the proximity between you two and you felt snowflakes in your stomachs which made you feel all giddy.

The kick-on-the-bed-while-lying type giddy. The giggling-while-texting-him type giddy. Like a high-school crush.

“I like you Hongjoong,” you speak fast, all in one breath as you see Hongjoong inhaling sharply and shock clear in his eyeballs and you know you messed up. Shit, why did you have to tell him? You could have been quiet and miserable your whole life instead of making a complete fool of yourself now.

You try to spin around and get out of his gaze but his grip on your waist tightens and makes you stay and you look at him surprised and stutter out, “Wh-what are you doing?”

“I like you too, you uptight idiot,” he whispers and you could feel the world spinning. Like what? He likes you back? How is that even possible?

“Do you want to kiss or I can leave and you can stay inside your thoughts,” he teases you and you glare at him. How could he ruin a moment like this? He giggles lightly at your glaring face before leaning in and attaching his lips to yours.

You stumble slightly, from the shock that you are actually kissing him, in a dark room in a hotel, the city lights being your only witness. You kiss him back with fervour and wrap your hands around his neck and he holds your waist and his other hands lands on your cheek. His lips felt impossibly soft and you could have described it as the best feeling in the world right then and there.

Eventually, you two part as he leaves one last peck which makes you giggle, hiding your face in his neck as he laughs teasing you about the calm and collected CEO falling apart for him. “If you do this after every kiss, I am never going to stop kissing you,” he laughs, and his voice fills the room making you feel incredibly happy.

“Shut up, Kim,” you whisper playfully and he looks down at your red face.

“Make me, darling,” he tempts and this time you pull him into another kiss. Yes, you got shy again afterwards and made him almost faint at your cuteness.

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