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Costume design and fabrication had been my life, for years. I'd sewn since I'd figured out I could attach two pieces of fabric with a bit of thread and a needle. I loved it- watching something come together out of just bits of cloth and my imagination.
On a whim, six months ago, I'd applied to a company based out of Korea. I was more than passing familiar with k-pop, and more than once I'd found myself wishing that I could design for this artist or that group.
Imagine my surprise when my application got me a response, an interview, and a job all in less than 72 hours.
I'd hoped to be working from the stateside branch- but no. I was uprooted and flown to Seoul with my whole life in a few bags. They'd set me up with a lovely flat- and my own workshop.
My workshop.
It was so weird to say that.
The music was low, bass heavy, and slow. Just the way I liked it when I was working out details.
I was so lost in my sketch I didn't even hear my doors open- until there was a pair of hands bracketing my sketch pad, and a sweet face sneaking into my line of sight.
My gaze shifted and Felix grinned- that heart warming little grin of his.
"Hi."
"Hey sweetheart-" I smiled glancing at my watch. He was due for his fitting at 1:30 "is it 1 already?" I straightened from my hunch, and stretched. Felix was always early, and I loved him for it.
Lix laughed, "nah, I'm early. Chris dropped me off on his way to the studio. You said the new stuff came in-" He gave me the tiniest series of happy claps.
"Wanna get your fitting out of the way early? Ooooor are you just here to scope the new gear early?" I smirked.
He laughed, "Why cant it be both! Besides-" he pouted adorably "I know you usually have to… move stuff–"
My turn to snort. "Adjustments. Felix, saying it like that makes it sound like im grabbing at you- tryin to get me fired, sugar?"
He blushed- "Y-you know what I mean! Ah!" He dropped his face in his hands laughing in mortified- continuing into deep laughter with his head on the table. He looked up at me with pink cheeks and sparkling eyes.
So cute.
I snickered and pulled the bin of his freshly laundered and delivered costumes. "Go change-" I dropped the bin on the table in front of his wide eyes.
"Whoa-" He jerked back, staring at the tub of clothing
"Relax. I can use the measurements from one to ADJUST the others. Just pick one you like the best. Off you go Lixie." I smiled for him and closed my sketch book waving him to the paneled privacy screen in the corner beside the bank of angled mirrors.
He nodded and scurried off.
With the speed that only professionals have, he was changed and stepping up on the little raised dias in front of the mirrors.
"Wooooooooow."
"I know right? Fabrication really turned it out on these." I straightened the mesh back of the cropped blazer, and tugged at the shoulder humming appreciatively.
"Been working out again?" I asked, using my chalk pen to mark where the shoulder needed to be let out.
"Yeah- how?" He asked, craning his neck to look back at me as I marked the lapel to shift slightly.
"Too tight right across here-" I ran my finger between his shoulder blades, "and here-" I plucked at the armscye.
"Oh.. I'm sorry." He sighed.
"Dont be" I smacked his arm lightly, turning him around to face me. "I'd rather you be happy and comfortable-"
I tugged the front into place, smoothing the lining.
"Anything itchy? Stabby? To tight?" I asked, pinning the lining down for an extra stitch around the buttons.
Felix flexed, shrugging his arms and shoulders swinging them through some of the choreo.
"Here," he said after a moment, pointing to the chain inserts on the sides. "It's like it's hung up on something."
"Gotcha," I dropped and flipped the side inside out to check the grommets. Sure enough. The lining was caught. I snipped it, and tugged until it stopped bunching. I dropped the fabric, but kept my hand between his skin and the exposed grommet. "Try that?"
He repeated all the motions and nodded, "better."
I repeated the process on the other side.
"Do you like the chains- or do you want the illusion mesh like Minho?" I asked, carefully peeling him out of the blazer.
"I like it. It's cooler under the lights."
I grinned. So practical. "So long as you're happy, sunshine. Alright. Now the part that makes everyone uncomfortable!" I hung his blazer up and sighed with him.
"Pants."
"Pants."
He cleared his throat, and was already blushing. "Let's do this."
"Remember your dance belt?" I asked, grabbing my little tub of pins and fabric sheers.
Felix froze- the mortified expression back.
"Oh no." He groaned covering his mouth.
I blinked. "Felix?"
"I forgot it. I… I didn't even…" he stammered, staring at the privacy curtain as if it would save him.
"Well." I dropped my sheers into my back pocket- "We have 2 choices here."
"I… oh my god I'm so sorry, I can't believe…." He raked his hands through his hair- and then just kind of kept his hands on top of his head- stunned.
My turn to clear my throat. "Okay. We can still get you mostly fitted- it's ah… just gonna be a tight fit."
Every pair of pants I'd ever adjusted for this man's stage kit always had to be let out through the groin, and not just for mobility purposes.
"It changes the fit? I thought it was just… modesty." He squeaked, brows raised.
"Oh yeah. Think of it as a sports bra for the boys. Okay. Do you wanna come back, or get started?" I asked, crossing my arms and cocking a hip.
"Will starting now, help with later?" He asked, shrinking in on himself- as if he'd just remembered he was standing there shirtless.
"Yeah I just don't want to traumatize you. Your boss terrifies me in the best way- and we all know you're the favorite." I joked.
"Chris? Really?!" He giggled.
"Oh yah." I snorted
"I'll remember that- let's do what we can now so you don't have to do as much later." He nodded, smiling bashfully.
I nodded back, and found myself hesitating. I'd done this with every member of this group- and Changbin NEVER remembered his dance belt. The exhibitionist in that one was strong.
Why was it so weird with Felix suddenly?
"Is it weird? It's weird now, isn't it."
"Eh. Only a little. Mostly I'm just trying to figure out how to not embarrass you."
"We're both adults. We can do this. It's just clothes." He offered, but who was he trying to convince?
"Yup. Let's go"
I took two determined steps forward, spun him on the spot, and knelt, checking the fit on his waist and hips first.
Tugging and pinning as I needed- marking the dart just under his ass to give him a smidge more definition. I even double checked the length of the pocket for his mic pack.
When I could avoid it no further, I tapped his hip and he turned around for me.
He was as bright as a tomato. I could FEEL the heat rolling off him.
"Need a break?" I asked, tugging at the side seams, making sure the waist sat even on his lean hips.
"No," he ground out.
I looked up, and he was watching me with his lips pressed into a thin line.
"Okay. Now say it again, and convince me this time." I raised a brow at him, and his eyes squeezed shut as he dropped his head back.
"Ahhhhhhh," he groaned. "I'm sorry!" He slumped. "Yes. I need a break."
I sat back, putting my pins into the tiny squishmellow I'd made into a wrist pincushion.
"You okay love?" I asked, concerned. "Do you need to stretch for a minute?"
He bent double, breathing long slow deep breaths.
"Felix? Baby- talk to me, are you hurting?" I touched his shoulder, smoothing my hand over the light freckles dotting the flesh. They'd been prepping for a new tour- so it wasn't out of the realm of possibility that he'd tweaked his back again.
"Baby?" He asked, voice muffled as he turned his face to look at me quizzically.
I laughed. "Sorry. I forget that's got more meaning here. You know me-"
He sat down on his haunches suddenly, peering at me.
"I think I've been here too long. Every time you call me something- darling, honey, baby-" He tapped his chest, "my heart tries to climb out of my chest."
Uh-oh. Southern charm strikes again.
"I'm sorry, Lix- I didn't know it made you uncomfortable. I wish you'd said something." I looked down, my stomach dropping out. I'd gotten too comfortable around him. Around them all. I was pretty sure I hadn't called Leeknow by anything other than an endearment in months now.
"I didn't mean it like that." He rushed on. Shifting on his knees, touching my chin and making me look up at him. I jumped- startled at the contact…. And the look on his face. "Don't stop. I like it. A lot."
I felt myself blush- heat radiating up my chest, my neck- my fucking ears were on FIRE.
"Uh-" I managed, the brilliant wordsmith that I am.
He smiled- it was slow, and made of heat. "I do."
He toyed with the stubborn wisps of hair that always escaped my bun. "It sends a thrill, like lightning straight through me. Every time."
"Felix?" I breathed- still not quite sure what was happening. This was stage felix, camera ready felix- all flashing eyes and voice like warm honey across the skin. This was not my fluffy little ray of sunshine. My heart was hammering, I was pretty sure I'd forgotten how to inhale.
"Mmmm, good. But not quite. Try again." He breathed, his hand sliding up to cup my cheek- thumb tracing just under my lower lip.
Was this fucking real? I bit my lip, and watched his eyes get darker, the pupils dilating out to almost black out the coffee colour of his irises.
"Baby?" I offered, my world starting to swim on the edges.
He groaned again, and pulled me forward- meeting me in the middle to crush his lips against mine.
That was apparently all my shocked body needed to remember that breathing was a necessity for living.
I breathed him in- and it was heady. Felix always smelled so good. Whatever his soap was, mixed with his cologne of choice– but there was always an undercurrent of sugar and vanilla. He tasted like it.
His tongue tangled with mine- and I lost all sense of reality, there was just the hot slide of his mouth on mine and the hand that was now tangled in my hair tugging and tipping my face up even further for him.
"Perfect." He mumbled against my mouth, pulling back to stare down into what im sure was my absolutely dazed faced. "I've been dying to do that for months."
He traced my lips with his thumb again- reflexively I pulled it into my mouth and nipped the pad.
Something flew across his face, so fast I barely caught it, before he was dragging me back into him- his free hand sliding under my shirt to splay against my bare back.
"Do that again." He whispered, pressing his thumb back to my mouth.
I did.
I traced the soft pad of the digit with my tongue, swirling with just the tip and then ever so gently pulled the flesh between my teeth.
He growled, low in his throat, and all but shoved me back onto the rug. His mouth found the juncture of my jaw and neck and bit so gently- free hand roaming down my ribs and the side of my hip while he held himself above me with the other.
Felix HAD been hitting the gym again. I could see it in the taut lines of his chest, and the absolute strength of his core as he held the position. Effortlessly.
"I promised myself if I ever got the chance, I would take my time, but I can't wait. I'll make it up to you." He breathed, rucking up my shirt and dipping his head to watch his hands splay against the exposed skin. "Beautiful." He murmured, shifting down to replace his hands with his mouth.
The way my nerves exploded, as his lips slid over the lace of my bra, and then down my ribcage.
God.
Save me from this idol.
But don't.
I tangled one hand in his onyx locks, and raked my nails over his back.
I don't know what i said- but it made him chuckle, and drop a swift nibble on my stomach that he soothed away with a swirl of his tongue.
"Thats right, tell me what you want." He crooned- clever fingers divesting me of belt and slipping the buttons free of the fly on my jeans. "My good girl" another bite, another long stroke of his tongue across it.
I fisted the hand in his hair and drug him back up to my mouth.
The sound he made was music, low and confused.
My brain was starting to function again. Firing on at least 3 of 8 cylinders. Of all the fantasies I'd allowed myself- this hadn't been among them. Felix had always felt to pristine to so much as even touch.
And now here he was.
I bit his lip and let it slide slowly through my teeth, he moaned. I wrapped one leg around his hips and braced with the other- pushing until suddenly he was staring up at me. The confusion looked so good on him.
I felt myself smirk a little.
"Good girl?" I asked, shifting to grind down against him- rolling my hips fluidly. His eyes rolled back, and the sound that poured from his beautiful mouth was barely human. His grip on my hips was almost painful.
I tutted softly at him, letting my hands roam free across his silken skin. Tweaking one of his absolutely perfect pink nipples.
"I think that may be the first time those words have ever been said to me." I pinched harder until he was writhing under me, hips bucking.
He grabbed at my shirt- "off." He demanded, jaw set as he pulled.
I let him.
To my surprise though, he practically ripped my bra off me. Lunging up to take first one of my nipples then the other into his furnace of a mouth. I gasped- giving him a low sort of breathy moan as his hands dug into my back. His teeth grazed me and I about jumped out of my skin.
"Won't you be? Just this once, for me?" He asked, grabbing my ass and pulling me as close as he could. He nipped and licked across my chest and clavicle breathing goosebumps to life at he trailed his tongue up the column of my throat.
There really wasn't much to consider….But…. I wrenched his head back, making him look at me. Letting him see the defiance brewing.
"Say please." I let the words curl against his lips, watching his lashes flutter with sheer lust.
"Please." He pleaded, beautifully, brows drawn as he grew desperate. "Please, please, please."
"Mmmmmmm," I hummed, squeezing him with my thighs, driving my core against the hard heat still sheathed in jeans that had already begun life, as too tight. "Alright Baby. For you."
He growled, and we were rolling again- my world spun- and he was clawing at my skin tight jeans. He flung them across the room with more derision than I'd ever seen. He hooked two fingers in the red lace he found under them, and destroyed it. Kissing across my hips with promises of buying me a dozen sets to makeup for them.
Then with little warning- his mouth was on me. Long deliberate strokes of his tongue, I shivered, and my thighs trembling for him. I cried out, when he sealed his mouth round my clit- scraping his teeth so gently.
He was murmering- sweet nothings constantly. More air and vibrations than words- when my hands scrambled into his hair pulling him closer, he locked his arms around my thighs pulling me wider for him.
A few more strokes of that wicked tongue and I was shattering- my hands pressed to my mouth as I shuddered for him doing everything in my power to smother my voice. I shook- and he lapped at me slowly, languidly until it subsided.
I didn't even remember closing my eyes, but when I opened them again- he was leaning over me, watching me with the hungriest expression.
"There you are." He purred, stroking his fingers through my soaked folds, circling slowly, before sinking first one- then two fingers inside me; I arched sharply under him, driving myself down on him. "Look at me-" He withdrew his fingers and I clenched around the sudden emptiness, my eyes fluttering.
He traced his slick fingers around my lips- and then let me suck my own flavor from them. With another low sound- he kissed me again wild. Sloppy. Like he was starving.
I heard the button on his jeans pop free, and then the zipper.
With out breaking from my lips- he drove his cock into me, and drank the half scream I loosed down with abandon.
God. He was rock hard- i was stretched almost to my limit, if he so much as moved i was going to fracture. The sting was perfect- the sharp edge enough to drive my hips back up into him. I sank my nails onto his shoulders- pushing? Pulling? I didn't know.
Lost in my own storm- I almost missed the feral "fuck" drop from his lips as he froze, and just breathed. I could feel the tension signing through every muscle in his body.
"Oh- God, stop. Please.-" He moaned, caging my hips in his hands. Holding me still with all his strength. "Please baby. Stop moving, or I'm done for." His voice was the lowest I'd ever heard it, and laden with the effort to restrain us both.
It was my turn to plead- I shifted my hips against him "Please I'm so close already-" I begged. Pulling at his denim clad thighs. Anything for more. "Please!"
I saw the shift in him- a second latter he hooked an arm under my knee and pulled me into his lap. If it was even possible he sank deeper- I whined clinging to any bit of him I could reach.
"Is this what you want?" He asked, pulling himself out Maybe an inch before SLAMMING back down into me.
My mouth ran away- saying anything I thought he wanted to hear, anything for more of THAT.
it worked. Satisfied with whatever I'd said. He rolled his hips, and set a blistering tempo- it took only seconds for me me to some completely undone for him. My body pulsed, and bucked, my teeth sank into my lips some final shred of sanity keeping me from screaming. A moment layer his thrusts took a desperate turn, his rhythm breaking- the string of obscenities he breathed was impressive as he hiked my thighs higher his hips slamming against mine so hard some delirious piece of my brain thought he was trying to thrust through me.
Finally he groaned- one final shuddering thrust, and yanked himself out of me- two strokes of his hand and and painted my stomach and hips as he came. His breathing ragged he collapsed on top of me, showering the curve of my neck and shoulder with kisses.
"Oh my god." He shivered as I slipped my hands over his back. "I'll make it up to you- I swear." He promised.
I shifted my legs, locking my ankles around his back.
"Not that you need to-" I laughed, soaking up the skin to skin contact. "That was perfectly adequate."
He jerked up, one eye scrunched- brow raised high- "Adequate!?"