pre-release benefits
🎶 now playing: kiss - nct dojaejung
P: Choi Soobin x Fem!Idol!Reader
S: A collaboration announced with a dear friend of yours seems to go down the one path you didn’t expect. You weren’t complaining.
C: LOTS of tension, soobin duality, fluff, y/n in denial, kinda dirty makeout scene, rushed, soobin a lil ooc?
N: i wanted to start writing something new so bad but im running out of plot ideas send help UNTIL i remembered i had a soobin thing in my drafts that absolutely sucked ass so i deleted it and this is… im hoping this one is better and i dont delete it this time <3
view the full perfume collection.
please interact if you enjoy!
Everyone knew you and Soobin were best friends. The closest. You shared everything with each other. Someone told you a secret that you weren’t supposed to tell anyone? You immediately go tell Soobin. He gets very much classified information regarding the release of their new album? He goes and tells you.
See, you two were good at keeping each other’s secrets. You were 90% sure Soobin has blackmail on almost every single popular group in the industry at this point.
What led you two to be this close in the first place? Well, you were a producer and a music artist yourself under Big Hit. You helped produce some of their music, recorded them in the studio, and assisted in releasing some of their greatest hits.
Soobin took a liking to you, and your nice but strong constructive criticism. You let them have their freedom but in a way that the song would sound exactly how you wanted it to come out. The more he ran into you, the more you talked. The more you talked, the closer you became. The closer you became, the more you began to see each other as friends.
And that’s how it all started. Soobin saw himself lucky since he didn’t share a room with anyone, meaning no one had to hear him laugh or giggle under his covers whenever you texted him something humorous. Unless his groupmates hear him through the walls, they haven’t given him any noise complaints.
You didn’t perform on music shows often, so being seen on the big screen by fans sometimes came as a surprise. You were more laid back than elaborate, but still enticing and entertaining, which is why people loved you so much. You were the perfect balance of talent and performer, enthusiasm and technique.
Since you were always in the studio, assisting with editing and recording after your own promotions and such, you didn’t really have the time to attend shows even if you ended up winning. But your workload begun to slowdown since it was promotion season, meaning you had time to work on projects of your own and your own wellbeing.
You met up with your manager in their office regarding your next comeback. “Bang wants you to do a collaborative album. All the songs have features.”
“With more than one artist?”
“Just one. He’s suggesting Soobin, since he, quote: ‘notices their chemistry in the studio and how well their voices blend together’. He’s endorsing it since he knows your close friendship with each other as well.”
“Isn’t Soobin still on tour? He’s gonna be tired once he gets back.”
“After or during his days off, he’ll work with you.”
“I don’t wanna overwork him…”
“The boy will do anything for you, Y/N. But yeah, check up on him every once in a while.”
You ponder for a moment, silently agreeing. “Does he know?”
“I emailed his manager, so I’m assuming so. Could’ve been with anyone else under HYBE, but we listen to the man.” The man being Producer Bang. He wasn’t entirely wrong. You two worked extremely well together, Soobin somehow being able to tolerate your nitpicking, and you figured that working with someone you were already familiar with would make the process more enjoyable.
Your phone buzzed, revealing a notification from Soobin himself.
my manager said we’re collaborating???
i mean… do u want to?
isn’t this an idea we’ve been having for a while
okay i thought you were joking when you said that
this is a legitimate thing? not a prank
no its not a prank
lets do it by the time i step foot in korea i will be sprinting to your studio
u need to REST my guy ur literally on tour and travelling 24/7
i am holding onto the opportunity for the rest of this trip u better not be contacting anyone else
wasn’t planning to 👍
You showed your manager the brief conversation, hearing the clicking of their keyboard right after. “I suggest you start brainstorming. They want it published by the beginning of next year.” You can see there’s something more behind their expression that they aren’t telling you, but you don’t pry. “Are they suggesting a concept?”
“You haven’t done a sexy concept yet.”
“A sexy concept. With Soobin.” Your managed nods. “Are you not seeing the setbacks here? You’re setting me up, aren’t you?”
“Do something you haven’t done before! Step out of your comfort zone; I’ve heard your demos, Y/N. Don’t tell me they don’t give you the urge to make out with someone.”
“You are so unprofessional.”
“As unprofessional as you.”
“I’m not fit for sexy, Jung-Hwa. Have you seen me?”
“I’m seeing you right now. I see the potential if you just put yourself out there. Isn’t that what everyone’s into these days?”
“Only if it’s executed well.”
“And you don’t settle for less, so get to work. Work off your demos; edit them, compose, do whatever you need to. I know there’s a fire inside consisting of your desires that just hasn’t been lit yet.”
“You’re a madman but you just gave me an idea.”
“Don’t say I didn’t help you!” They yell as you leave the room.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Soobin listened to the edited demos you sent him over and over again. It was like an entire album of Tinnitus back to back, and God, it was so good. No wonder why you forced yourself to sit in during the recording for that song.
Y/NNN
soobinnn
ITS SO GOOD
IM ASCENDING
I CANT WAIT TO COME BACK AND RECORD THIS WITH YOU
what was the concept for this???
sexy
��
…what
dont kill me my manager told me to
y/n…
are you trying to make moves on me with ur music
cuz honestly thats the hottest fucking thing ever
what the fuck
im working off old demos i had
should i add more
were you horny while making these
these sound like actual songs you’d have sex to
you are the most unprofessional person i have ever met in my life
i am speaking to you as a friend
assuming i like u thru my music does not sound very friend like 🤨
i didnt wanna do the sexy concept either okay i am not suitable for the role
y/n ur hot and u make music that is the sexiest thing that a person could ever do
im collabing with someone else
is it because u saw me shirtless while doing tinnitus
did that get u into a mood and you started writing these songs
ur actually obsessed with me its insane
soobin are you drunk?
what
i have taehyun’s live up rn i can hear you in the background
ur music got me acting up
oh my god ur horny for me thats crazyyy
only for you
woah
lets calm down a little here
dont want u saying things ur gonna regret
im completely sober
i can see u looking at ur phone in disgust rn
is that what ur doing
yes
how tf did u know
i always know
you’re so predictable its honestly adorable
okay maybe you should get some rest
ur enjoying this i bet
i am tired and do not have enough energy to keep up with this
goodnight stupid
goodnight cutie
never call me that again
cutie
choi soobin go to sleep or im gonna do this album with someone else
u wouldnt
ill ask yeonjun
goodnight y/n
Soobin had to admit, you were cute. Scratch that, you were fucking sexy in his eyes.
Your maturity, your art, your precision, God, he was obsessed with you. He always jokes about it when talking to you, but the fact he does it so often sometimes makes you think that he does actually have some sort of attraction to you.
You didn’t mean to insinuate some sort of move on him during your songwriting, but he was making it really damn hard in making it seem like you were. This tour was really getting to him. He might be going a little insane.
He did have a point, though. All of your songs were a little… erotic. The way he was texting you was not helping.
He was driving you crazy. Flirting with you while you had no knowledge if he meant what he said at all. And the only time you could ever check in with him or he could check in with you was after his concerts, meaning he was exhausted and ready to hit the sheets when you were ready to talk business plans.
You envied those at his concerts. You planned to go to the one in Korea, but tickets were sold out and you ended up being busy that day anyways. Soobin wanted to see you there too. He wondered if you’ve seen those pictures of him showing his abs off to the audience. Given you spend so much time on the internet, you probably have.
One day of rest was enough for him already. Every night he went back to his hotel room he was always reminded that he had to record with you by the time they stopped back in Korea for their temporary break after the first part of their tour. Maybe it was the relaxing environment, or his earbuds, or the freshly made bed, but something always kept him eager for your collaboration.
He texted you every single night, as he usually did, jokingly flirting and saying how much better it would’ve been if you were there, or how you should’ve been a guest performer out of nowhere. But he always gushed about how much he loved your music before anything else.
The minute he stepped foot into the airport, he immediately thought of you, and how you’d execute the album’s production perfectly, in a way that both of you would be proud of. He just couldn’t wait to see you in the studio again.
y/nnie
hello soobin
i’ll be in the studio tomorrow
already? i just finished making the instrumentals LOL
ive been looking forward to this ever since i came back
you know how much i love doing these things with you
you made that sound way more dirty than it should’ve been
maybe you’re just dirty minded
do you want to record or not
i’ll be there at 10 sharp ma’am
He wasn’t lying. When you saw him seated outside the recording booth with an ice americano, you merely stood there and stared at him until he noticed. When he finally did, his eyes lit up and he nearly dropped his drink, jumping up from his seat to hug you.
“How was your tour?”
“It was really fun! Wish you’d been there for at least one of the dates. How did you manage to miss both of them?”
“Shut up, I’m busy.”
“Busy making demos for songs to have sex to?”
“You are so unprofessional. How do people love you so much?”
“Because I’m charming and very handsome.”
You scoff. “Yeah. Charming, for sure.”
“You’ll fall for my charms eventually, Y/N.”
“Just get in the booth.” You part ways as he obliges, meeting him separated by glass in the control room. “I’ve coloured your parts green and mine blue.”
“Why couldn’t I be blue?”
“Why does it matter to you? Should I play you the demo or have you listened to it 500 times already that I don’t need to?” Sarcasm drips off your tongue and pierces Soobin with your stare, waiting for his answer. “I got it, princess, don’t worry.”
You know he’s mocking you with that nickname. Then how come your heart fluttered at the sound of it?
God, you were lucky that you never called Yeonjun to replace him. You never wanted to in the first place. You knew he’d fit the concept having done it before, you just never thought he’d fit it that well. His voice blended so well and it fit the vibe you were going for. The hour long session passed by like minutes.
“Love it, love it, love it!” You cheer giddily with small claps. “I’ll go in now, switch with me.” You take your headphones off, leaving the control room. Soobin meets you outside the booth, his glance lasting longer than it should have.
Recording your parts took a few tries with the excuse of ‘messing up’ when you knew damn well you wouldn’t mess up your own song. You were too focused on Soobin’s voice that you forgot to come in at times; it was hypnotizing, siren like that it had you so distracted.
His stare was not helping.
“Again.” You groan.
“It sounded fine to me.”
“Everything sounds fine to you, Soobin.”
“I think you can trust my opinion. Play it back for her.” He tells the supervisor in the control room. That underlying nauseating feeling when you hear your own voice bites at you like a hawk, but it only lasts for a second as you tell yourself that listening to your voice is how you keep a roof over your head.
After the section finishes playing, you bite your finger, hating to agree that he was right. “So?” Soobin looks at you with an all-knowing stare, a sure smile on his face. “It’s good.” You mutter. “What was that, hon?”
“It’s good.” You sneer. “Now can we finish recording this? We’re almost done.” You hear Soobin chuckle in your hear but pay no mind to it, though you could feel your face heating up by the second.
You go back to the control room and listen over it, satisfied with the results and saving your work to come back to later.
“Y/N.”
“Hm?”
“Come eat with me.”
You tilt your head. “What’s with the sudden offer? Are you making moves on me?”
“Thought you might be hungry. You’ve been surviving on an iced caramel macchiato and a single triangle gimbap this entire day and I know you’re notorious for overworking yourself without any fuel.” Is this his way of saying he cares about you? “Aw, so you do care about me and aren’t just a horny fuck.”
“Compassion before the passion.”
“That was the worse attempt at poetry I’ve ever heard in my life, and I’ve heard a lot of things.”
Of course, the joke about him being horny wasn’t entirely true. He just seemed to be all over you and flirty so often that led you to make such an accusation against him. You’d get weird stares when you called him that in public or around other people, but it was a revolving inside joke between you two that both of you took pride in.
“I’ll go. Because yes, I’m starving, and two, I did not work hours on these demos just for me to fuck up what’s gonna be released to the public.”
“So it’s a date?”
“I’d rather get a black ocean than go on a date with you.” He stares at you, waiting for an answer as your stomach rumbles. “Okay, fine, call it whatever you want because I’m so fucking hungry right now so wherever you’re taking me better be good.” He smiles and continues walking.
“Y/N’s first date.”
“I’m calling Yeonjun.”
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
For the next few days of recording sessions, all goes well as it usually does, and Soobin takes you out on the occasional hang out right afterwards. You called them hang outs, he called them dates. Going out with no supervisors was obviously a big risk thing, but you weren’t kids. You knew how to handle yourselves and how to get out of certain situations.
“Are you sure you can really spend on me every single day? Seems like a lot.”
“We’re famous, honey, I think money’s the least of our concerns.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“I know you like it.”
You roll your eyes, Soobin putting on his mask as fast as he took it off. You follow him, walking up to the counter nervously as he takes both your orders, and after bickering, putting it under your card instead.
“So what was going through your mind making those demos?” He suddenly asks as you two wait side by side for your order. “What do you mean?”
“Sexy thoughts make sexy songs.”
“I can’t believe you just said that out loud. Everyone is looking at us right now.”
“I’m still waiting for my answer.”
“They were old, okay? I think I started working on them after your second album but never finished.”
“But what were you thinking of?”
You hesitate, biting down on your lip and avoiding eye contact with him. You can feel him staring at you, and you knew he wouldn’t break easy. You take a deep breath, ready for what’s to come. “I was thinking of–“
“Order for Soobin!” The barista calls, setting down a fruit tea and a coffee down on the counter. Everyone’s eyes were on him this time, and eventually you, taking the cup from his hand. “Why didn’t you use an alias?”
“I forgot.”
“You’ve been ordering for me the entire week and your excuse is that ‘you forgot’? You used an alias name the last time and somehow you just magically–“
“Is it actually Soobin?”
“Soobin! Can we get a photo?”
“Soobin, I love you!”
“I wish you’d say that to me.” He suddenly whispers into your ear, smacking away his face. There’s a bunch of people crowded around both of you, the feeling of claustrophobia kicking in as Soobin continues to smile through his mask.
“Is that Y/N?” You’re surprised at the mention of your own name, not thinking you’d be recognized like usual. “Y/N! I love your music– could I get a photo with you?” The one girl moves from Soobin’s crowd to in front of you, with a genuine, pleading smile on her face.
This was the only time you’d agree. “Sure.” You nod. She takes out her phone, taking a quick selfie with you. For some reason, you seem to admire her respect for your personal space, though she doesn’t see it fully, she can see and feel your sincerity with your eyes squinted as you smile. “Thank you so much! I’m looking forward to your future work!”
Your heart melts as she walks away, the sudden reminder that you’re with Soobin coming back to you, seeing as he’s crowded by all those girls and more people lining up out the door. “Soobin, are you on a date?” Rhetorical questions begin to come from the fans as some of them laugh along. “I’m treating my friend. She’s been working hard, and she deserves it.”
“Can we go?” You mutter, tapping his arm. He looks down at you for a moment before looking back at the crowd. “If you could excuse us, we should get going now.” He announces, the people making way for both of you to leave freely.
Soobin’s hand rests on your back the whole way, guiding you out and simply acknowledging the respectful goodbyes of the patrons, none of them following you out and simply letting you go.
There were more people outside, leaving the side walk empty as you both walked by, Soobin sending them waves. He still kept his hand on your back the entire time.
There were more people outside, leaving the sidewalk empty as you both walked by, Soobin sending them waves. He still kept his hand on your back the entire time.
He never takes it off.
“Are you okay?” He asks.
“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You looked a little overwhelmed.”
“How could you tell?”
“You were tense. Was it the crowd or was it my hand?”
“Both. Don’t you think this could get us into a scandal?”
“Media already knows we’re nothing more but close friends.”
“Well, the media likes to assume, too. They’ve been on our backs about it.”
“If we did get into a scandal, you wouldn’t mind it, would you?”
“A little bit.”
“Why?”
“We’re best friends, Soobin! Doesn’t it make you at least a little uncomfortable having people assume something they have no business being in?”
“It does. But you have to get used to it.”
“How did you do that?”
He pauses. “I didn’t. And I’ve never been in a situation where people do so yet. Until now. But those rumours have been existing for a while already. If anything, I’ll take the blame.”
“But your group. You’d jeopardize a lot! I should take the blame, less people know who I am.”
“That girl in there knew who you were. Besides, I’m the one that’s been asking you all week.”
“Soobin…”
“Y/N, I’d risk so much for you. We never talk all sappy like this since you always like to shut me down, but being your friend has helped me strengthen my values, even if all I do is go crazy about you.” He seems genuine, words true to his heart as you both stop outside your dorm. “I know you’re the type to worry about this stuff. Honestly, this’ll brush over before you know it. And if it doesn’t, just leave it to me.”
You’re suddenly wrapping your arms around him, taking a deep breath as you feel him hug you back. “Thank you. And I’m sorry if… I’ve been so pessimistic.”
“Honey, you were just being realistic. I completely understand that.”
You don’t know what else to say, simply resorting to a smile. “Goodnight, Soobin. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Goodnight, Y/N.”
You shut the door, dumping out the ice in your drink into the sink and throwing away the cup.
When you go to sleep that night, you think of a few things. That girl who took a photo with you. Her consideration and awareness. And the feeling of Soobin’s hand on your back.
You wished it was still there.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
You felt like reeling.
You were already in a spiral, contemplating if those pitter-patters in your heart was because you were having medical problems or if you truly had a thing for your friend. Guess which one you’d rather figure out.
He was handsome. You always knew he was handsome. No matter what colour they decided to dye his hair, or however they styled it, it always looked good, and you hated it.
You hated how your excuse for being so cold to him was because ‘his beauty was bothering you’. It was foolish, stupid— if he ever found out, he would never let you live it down. You could hear his teasing remarks already.
It didn’t help that his eyes were so focused on you during the recording of your solo song. You say him out of the corner of your eye, staring at you intensely with his head resting on his hand. And he smirked when your eyes met. He fucking smirked.
You almost messed up your best take because of it.
Since when have you been so distracted by him? You figured it was just best to sing with your eyes closed the entire time rather than risking getting even a glimpse of him. Even if you kept your eyes on the lyric sheet, you could always feel his eyes on you.
Yet you refused to accept the fact you were at least a little bit attracted to him.
“Good job, Y/N.” He’d say, and the heat would rush straight to your cheeks.
Your hands rest on your waist, contemplating the section you just finished recording. “What do you think?” You finally look straight at Soobin, who seems to be thinking as hard as you were. “Redo it. It doesn’t… sound as sad as it did in the demo.”
“Shit, what should I do? I don’t get so emotional very often and when I do I get too sad to function.”
“Imagine I just rejected you.” You look at him, rolling your eyes, the supervisor in there obviously very confused at the unexplained statement. The inside joke was prominent, and though you knew he was joking around, it worked.
You thought of what would happen if he ever denied your advances like you did to his. Ironic, but heartbreaking. You swore you actually felt it wrench in you.
When you look at him again, his face is molded into a pleasantly surprised, ‘I knew it would work’ expression. Listening back on it, you were proud of the final result and finished recording for the day. You partially gave credit to Soobin’s outrageous suggestion.
“It worked, didn’t it?” He meets up with you outside the studio. “Maybe I’m just such a great actor.” You jokingly reply, lighting nudging his arm with your shoulder. “If you could hear it from the control room, honey, you’d be impressed. That was true heartbreak.”
“And we’re doing your song tomorrow.”
“I’ll be thinking of you when I record it.”
He’s saying that because he knows how it sounds, the composition and the overall vibe that comes from it. He knows damn well that it’s nothing short of sexy, and it’s the one that he’s been ranting to you so much about how much he loves it and how it’s his favourite. It also happens to be the last song you’d be recording before editing and sending off.
“I don’t know whether to feel flattered or objectified.”
“Sweetie, Choi Soobin just said he’s gonna think of you when recording one of the most suave songs in his entire life. You know him well enough to know he isn’t a pervert.”
“You really aren’t…” You have to admit it to yourself. Despite his snarky, flirtatious responses, he’s never called you anything beyond hot, cute, or… sexy. He’s the only person that can joke around with you like that. If anyone else did it, you wouldn’t speak to anyone for the next few days.
Anyone but him.
Soobin was always there for you during your lows. Whether you have been objectified while at work or on set, you come home with a nauseating feeling in your stomach and an urge to tell him all about it, because you know that he would understand. He’d offer you support, he’d check up on you in between his breaks, sometimes he’d even put in the effort to visit and bring you something or even just give you a hug.
He was a knack for being a sweetheart during times like that.
Yet he still continues to make your heart flutter with those names. You know it and damn well he knows that you secretly don’t mind being called those things at all. What you’ve noticed is that you’re the only one that he calls those things. Maybe it’s because you’re close, and you’re probably one of his only female friends that he is close with, but something is telling you there’s more than the eye can see.
And you wanted to find out what that was.
“I think you should be flattered, nonetheless. You are all can think of when I listen to the song.” He responds. “Is it because I’m the one singing it?” You snarkily reply, thinking nothing of it. “I know what was going through your mind writing that, Y/N. You probably imagined making out with someone and just put that into a tune.”
You say nothing.
“Really?! Is that what you’ve been thinking of!?”
“Don’t judge me, I write what I feel! And sometimes I feel… very interesting things.”
“So dirty. But I don’t blame you. You should’ve heard the demo for Tinnitus.”
“I did hear the demo for Tinnitus and honestly I am so pissed off you guys made the lyrics so depressing. That’s literally the horniest song and you chose to write about being a rock.”
“Hey, maybe when we’re done with this album, I can record it with you.”
“And publish it?”
“If the man agrees. I’d need a little help with the english, but I know you’re good at it.”
“I’m good at everything, honey.” You say, mocking him. “I think I’m gonna have a heart attack from that alone.” He says, his hand resting on his chest. “You know I’m just acting, right?”
“You called me it either way.”
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
Soobin had been nagging to take you out for bingsu the whole week. You always pushed it for after recording every single song, and now was finally the time. You figured it was best and only fair to treat him this way.
He entered with a pep in his step, looking at the menu above while you stared at him the whole time, noticing how innocent and gleeful his eyes were. He really was looking forward to this all week. “Y/N, what do you want?” You glare at him for using your real name since it was also your stage name, but the man at the register didn’t seem to react anyway, so you relax.
“I like injeolmi… but you can choose what you want.” And he orders just that, losing the argument over who would pay for it. At first, when you sat yourselves at a table, you were confused. “I thought you liked pat?”
“So sweet of you to remember. But you’ve been working hard for the past few weeks, and since I’ve been nagging you about this, I figured it’s only fair we get what you want.”
“But–“
“Y/N, I’m okay with anything. Seriously. Except mint chocolate. And we’re sharing.”
…
“What.”
“You can finish a small but not a large… so I thought this was a good idea. Were you not paying attention?”
Truth is you spaced out while looking at him.
“I spaced out.” You half-lie, breaking eye contact. He gets up from his chair, walking past the table after saying he had to use the bathroom. A group of girls walk in, the bell above the door ringing to notify their presence. They all crowd at the counter, another employee coming from behind.
“Order for Y/N?” Your head perks up at the mention of your name, slightly embarrassed he ended up using it, but you go to pick up the order, noticing one of the girls looking oddly familiar. You can’t help but look at her, head tilted, and she can’t help but look at you. “You’re…” You mutter.
“Am I really seeing you again? Am I dreaming?” She rapidly says under her breath, surprising that she managed to recognize you with the mask again.
“You’re the girl from the café.”
“You remember me?” She’s equally as shocked. “I think you’re one of the few people that’s come up to me to ask me for a photo, so yes, I do remember you.” She smiles and squeals as softly as she can, realizing her group of friends saved a table for them and grabbed an extra chair for her. “Are you with…” You find it funny you both know who she’s talking about.
“I am. He’s in the bathroom.”
“I saw him through the window when we were coming here. It was nice seeing you again!”
“You too.” You reply as she walks off to join her friends. You go back to your table, placing the tray down and seeing Soobin go back to his seat. “I saw you talking with that girl. Wasn’t she the one who–“
“Yes, she’s the one that asked me for the photo. Honestly a coincidence. She’s really nice.”
“You think they’ll recognize me if I take off my mask?”
“Definitely.”
He does just that, while you do the same, taking one of the spoons. You check your phone quickly after feeling it buzz in your pocket, looking up to see a spoonful of bingsu facing you and being held by Soobin.
“What are you doing?” You know what he’s doing.
“I’m not moving until you eat.”
You roll your eyes and accept his attempt at spoon feeding you, just so he wouldn’t have to stay in the awkward position the entire time.
You’re sure those girls are looking over at you, because you can barely hear their squeals at the sight. One of them was scolding the group, as you could barely make out what she was saying, hearing their excited greetings right after.
Soobin turns to wave and say hello before his attention is back on you. “That girl didn’t want them taking pictures. The one who knows who you are.”
“You’re starting to like her, aren’t you?”
“Maybe we should hire her as our bodyguard.”
“Open.”
You mimic his action from earlier, holding a spoonful towards him. He simply smirks before accepting your offer with no retort or reply, the expression on his face enough to tell you what he was thinking.
“The real Y/N wouldn’t feed me at all. Who are you?”
“The Y/N that’s… doing her best to resist the urge to cuss you out right now.”
“Why’d you do it?”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s very out of character for you.”
‘Because I think I may or may not have a thing for you.’
“Let me be nice for once, okay? Otherwise I’m gonna throw this in your face.”
“There she is. I thought I lost you.”
You chuckle. “You like it when I’m mean?”
“Being mean is the only side I ever get out of you.”
“That’s because you flirt with me. I’m nice otherwise, and you know that.”
“You aren’t wrong. Y/N, what will it take for you to fall victim to my charms?”
“You’re weird.” I think I already have.
“Answer the question.”
You ponder for a moment, Soobin’s hard gaze almost stopping you from thinking straight. “If you can fufill my wildest fantasies, maybe I will.”
“And does wild mean… intimate, perhaps?”
“You’re so loud! At least be cautious when you know what you’re talking about…”
“Is that a yes?”
You don’t respond, beginning to finish off the bingsu in front of you. “I’ll ask Jung-Hwa, then.” You scoff. “Good luck trying to get anything out of her.”
“I’ll just have to guess.”
Soobin couldn’t deny it. You were so extremely astonishing and he was starting to have a thing for you too.
Thinking your friend is hot is one thing. It could just be admiring how they manage to be so perfect all the time and nothing beyond it. Thinking your friend is hot and being attracted to them is another.
How was he gonna be nice enough for you to actually take his compliments seriously? If he tried, you wouldn’t believe him. He’s flirted with you enough that you had a valid reason to refuse that he actually meant anything he was saying.
So while you giddily continued eating, stealing all the rice cakes off the shaved ice, he tried his best to hide the blush that was slowly rising onto his face, the dessert in front of him doing nothing to cool him down.
“Ready to go?” You ask, snapping him out of his own thoughts. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
His eyes are on you, moving up and down your body attentively, but sly enough for others to not notice. But you just had to notice.
You notice everything.
“Choi Soobin, what were you just looking at?”
“You.”
“Did I have something on my face? Or were you looking at something you shouldn’t have?”
“You are so astonishingly attractive, honey, I’m sorry that I can’t help myself.”
“Put your mask on. There’s already a group of people following us.” He turns around, only to see nobody there. “Made you look.”
“Is this your way of getting out of sweet talk?”
“What else am I supposed to say? ‘Thank you’, ‘you too’?”
“I’d love to hear that second option.”
“In your dreams.”
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
You spent almost all your time in the studio for the next few days, most of the times getting out to use the bathroom or pick up a drink from the 19th floor. But it was your day to add any instruments, beats, and overall touch ups.
You were kept sane by conversations during breaks with Soobin and your manager. Mostly Soobin, since he was notorious for staying up later than his bandmates and always replying to you the minute you send a text. He checked up on you, asked if you needed anything, even if it was well past working hours and he needed to be asleep.
There’s a knock on the door while you’re just about to finish for the day. You get up to answer, greeted by a smiling Soobin holding a box in a plastic bag. “Can I come in?” You sigh with a smile, too mentally tired to argue and let him in, closing the door behind him.
He claims the chair beside yours, placing the bag down and taking the box out of it. This time your food was being delivered in person. “How’s it going so far?”
“Almost done for the day. I’m quite literally on the last song nearing the last second and I’ve had every single track on repeat that I might get sick of it.”
“You say that for every track you produce and you end up loving it.”
You stretch and feel as though your entire body has been resurrected again, making you question how bad your posture was and how long you were sitting for. You turned around to see Soobin standing in front of you. “So… I just remembered you haven’t answered my question I asked a week ago.”
“How do you still– nevermind.”
“What were you thinking of when you were working on the tracks? The concept? Honey, I’ve seen your texts to your manager over your shoulder and it makes me wonder what led you to approve of such explicit designs?”
At first, you don’t remember him asking the question at all. Then it hits you like a ton of bricks. The answer he never got was an answer not permitted to be shared with him. He’d never let you live it down.
“I imagined making out with someone for that one song. Don’t you remember me saying that?”
“Oh, honey, I remember that very well. But I know there’s something more behind that you aren’t telling me. And as your collaborative artist and very, very good friend… I feel I should deserve to know.”
He inched closer to you, leaning in with that sweet but mischievous smile he always had on whenever he was around you. “You wanna know what I was thinking of?” You retort, immediately getting embarrassed and hiding your face in your shoulder.
“I was thinking of you…”
He leans in closer, his hand cupping his ear. “What was that?”
“I was thinking of you.” This time you face him, watching that stupid smirk you hated seeing grow right in front of you. “Me?”
“You and your concept photos, how good you looked in them… how you’d look when recording them, when we recorded Tinnitus…”
“You were thinking of my abs?”
“Yes, I was thinking of your abs, okay, you got your answer for the sake of my own dignity.”
“Wow, Y/N, I am honoured to be so inspiring and being able to fufill your erotic fantasies in order for you to create the hottest album of all time.”
“If you say a word of this to anyone, I’m never producing for your group ever again.”
“I think it’s funny how you’re obsessed with me as much as I am obsessed with you.”
“What?”
“You’re beautiful, honey. You are so incredibly talented with a knack for everything and you manage to look fucking breathtaking while doing so. If you could see what I’m seeing right now, my God. You are so alluring, Y/N.”
You stay silent as he comes closer, eye contact not breaking and tension hot and heavy. “You really mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“That. And every single time you’ve flirted with me.”
“I meant every single word I’ve said to you. I always have. The question is… do you mean every insult you call me? Every threat you send my way?” Your face goes warm, and he can see you blush, but your expression doesn’t change at all. He walks towards you, making you stop at the edge of the table as he continues to move closer. “No.”
“Did you imagine me being this close to you for your music?”
“Maybe.”
“I just poured my heart out for you, Y/N, you can just tell me the truth.” He smiles, hands on either side of you gripping the table, trapping you. “I did.”
“And what else did you imagine? What other dirty fantasies have been going through your head that caused you to produce such amorous melodies?”
You feel your ego climb through the roof. “I imagined what it would feel like to kiss you.”
“There you go, telling the truth for me. Now, I’ve made this fantasy of being so close to you a reality… why not make that other one come true?”
At this point, you’ve lost your patience.
You hold both sides of his head, pulling him in to kiss you messily. It’s sloppy at first, given your aggressive approach, but the minute his hands rest on your waist, everything else doesn’t matter. You just needed to have his lips on yours because God knows how desperate you have gotten ever since you’ve been in the studio, away from him.
It felt empty, lonely, uneasy when he wasn’t there. Maybe you just spent so much time with him that it felt unusual to be alone. And you preferred being alone, so why did it matter so much? That Soobin wasn’t there?
But that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was kissing you so passionately, you felt his hands slowly move down to rest over your ass as he began to kiss you deeper, his tongue somehow slipping into your mouth without you noticing.
His lips were as soft as you saw them on the screen, his efforts to kiss you aggressive and contrasting. They were so pink when you pulled away, glistening with a mix of your spit. You messed up his hair and he messed up yours, but he still managed to look so good. “I’m so in love with you.” He whispers before he kisses you again, this time softer and more gently than before.
The post makeout haze is silent, slightly awkward, but fulfilling. At this point you two are merely staring at each other, breaking eye contact at times but finding you just couldn’t help but bring your gaze back to him.
“I don’t know if we can do this. Us, I mean.” You say.
“I know. But I want to.”
“How long? How long have you liked me like this?”
“When we went out for food after the Blue Hour promotions were over and Yeonjun invited you.”
“Jesus, that’s… a long time.”
“Do you like me the way I like you, Y/N? ‘Cause honestly, it’d be a little embarrassing if I just said it to your face only to find out you don’t see me the same way.”
“I literally just made out with you for five minutes straight and admitted to thinking of your six-pack while making this album.”
“…So you do?”
“Yes, I do. I really like you. A lot. And… I’m sorry for all the times I’ve friendzoned you.”
“You do what you gotta do in this industry. I don’t blame you. But… I really want to be your boyfriend.”
“And I wanna be your girlfriend.”
You both sit in silence for a moment as Soobin turns his chair to fully face you. “So what will we do?” You ask, breaking the ice that was beginning to freeze again. “I’ll take you on a date. After this and before our photoshoots.”
“And our company?”
Soobin ponders. “I’ll do my best to refrain from kissing you in public.”
“You’d fail immediately.”
“I would. That’s why I said I’ll try.”
Your eyes dart to the box left unattended and forgotten. “What is that, anyways?” You look at the box behind him, Soobin turning to open it and revealing fried chicken, boneless and split into two flavours. His sentimentality makes you chuckle, and how he remembered exactly what you liked.
You go to grab a piece from the box, but he pulls it away before you can even touch it.
“Give me a kiss first.”
You stare at him, not taking him seriously. “If I can’t kiss you in public, at least let me kiss you when we’re alone. Please?” You smile at his pleading, giving him what he wants just so you could start eating.
“I think the security cameras caught enough intimacy for tonight.” You say, stealing a piece of yangnyeom from the box.
“So much for trying to not kiss you in public, then.”
“We tried. Now eat, or I’ll finish it myself.”
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
He tried. He really did try not to kiss you anywhere in the public eye.
But you always looked so damn good that he wanted to pull you aside and kiss you just to show the public out of spite. And after many, many long months of you ignoring him in public, you decided to change something when you went on tour.
Though you rejected his advances in the open, you two had hefty make out sessions in private to make up for it.
Your North American tour would start in Canada and end in the U.S., the last city on your list being Los Angeles, where you’d become one of the many artists that performed there.
You’ve been on smaller tours in the region of Asia. Anywhere beyond that was new to you. Soobin had to show you the ropes. Along with being one sweet piece of eye candy on stage, he was also really helpful and surprisingly didn’t tease you so much whenever you asked for something.
Your company knew. Your staff knew. But no one outside knew that you and Soobin were in a relationship. It wasn’t unusual for a makeup artist to walk in on you giving him a kiss on the cheek or for stylists to witness him peppering kisses along your neck.
Venue staff didn’t seem to care either.
Being able to be intimate while rehearsing is the closest you’ve ever gotten to revealing your relationship status to the general public. But in this sense, it was more comfortable. More comfortable that it ever would be if netizens found out. You didn’t let that distract you.
You had one goal: to leave an impact through your performances.
It honestly surprised you how much you were globally renowned. A lot, but not all of your venues were sold out, and seeing them all seated there was a rush of adrenaline you’ve never felt before. Unlike Soobin, this was all new to you. And you loved it.
You loved that you were loved by many overseas, and that they recognized you for your production skills and professionalism alongside your energy when performing. It was like a whole stage play, the way your concert played out.
You had a little surprise for the California crowd.
Surprise as in, Soobin didn’t know about it, the staff didn’t know about it, nobody. Okay, maybe the staff did know because you were scared you were gonna get in trouble if you didn’t tell them beforehand. You didn’t do this for any other city, and you didn’t rehearse it. This was gonna be spontaneous. Usually you stuck to a plan, but sometimes you can squeeze a little something extra within, can’t you?
At the end of the last song of the night, you were put into a particular pose with Soobin where his face was in close proximity with yours. And you finally gave into the urge.
On the large, lit up stage, surrounded by thousands of people, you kissed him. It showed on the screens behind you, and you swore you could hear screams even with the in-ear monitor.
As the light turned off and only displayed your silhouettes, you rest your forehead against his.
“I love you, Soobin.”
He’s obviously very surprised, but plays along with it.
“I love you too, Y/N.”
And somehow the screams get even louder.
It was probably your favourite concert of the entire tour. You revealed what felt like a part of your world to the public. It felt… freeing.
Your phone buzzed against your nightstand, putting it on silent mode as Soobin joins you in the hotel bed.
“Hi.” He smiles tiredly.
“Hi.” You return, moving closer to him.
“I didn’t know you were gonna do that tonight.”
“I did. I liked it. Did you?”
“Oh, I loved it. Never thought you could be such a troublemaker.”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”
“Oh? That is?”
“…I don’t like injeolmi bingsu that much.”
He gasps. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Ah, you really changed.”
“I am always changing, Soobin. It’s a matter of growth.”
“Then, when we go back to Korea, we’ll get pat bingsu. As a celebratory gift.”
“For what?”
“For working your ass off on this album and tour, Y/N. I’m so unbelievably proud of you and all that you’ve done to get this approved and popular.”
“You’re gonna make me fall in love again.”
“I certainly wouldn’t mind that.”
kiss, far from reason, throw it all. i wanna kiss your lips. 🎧
50 notes
·
View notes