summary ; well, who could say they saw the rising 'it girl' runway supermodel and breakout world cup heartthrob being the ultimate couple?
pairing ; cho gue sung ( 조규성 ) x female! supermodel! british-asian! reader
warnings ; some cursing, teensy suggestive in some chapters but nothing explicit, dispatch being assholes, mentions of eating disorders and modelling industry being harsh, death threats, slut shaming.
CHAPTER ONE: ❝if you've got a girlfriend, i'm jealous of her. but if you're single that's honestly worse 'cause you're gorgeous it actually hurts.❞
You began your stardom career at the mere age of 17 years after an agent saw your photos posted through social media. The said photo was the cause of the tumbling domino effect, igniting and bursting into bold bright orange flames, into dipping your toes into the window of opportunity and universe of high fashion, colourful red carpets and long hallways of runways.
You were on your own. You were no kid, anymore. You're moving onto big girl things like moving to the big city; flashing lights, fast-paced times, overwhelming anxiety-filled environment, big mysteries and savouring new moments. Tom Ford, catapulted your career further way beyond the horizon.
Chest squeezing. Heart thumping. Bright lights. Everyone's attention turned to you— the clicks of their cameras. Gaze is fixed on the end of the runway. Conscious of your steps. God, you felt awkward. With the slight rock and sway of your hips, this movement didn't come naturally as the other models did. You felt tiny. How were you supposed to showcase the intricately designed clothing when they might be snickering about how you walk?
A fellow model reassured you, 'There was no such thing as perfection when you've only begun..'
Fake it till you make it they say. Well, years have passed at the age of 22, and you are now one of the most recognisable faces in the industry. You've walked for many runways on endless fashion weeks, been on the cover of Vogue, Elle, Harpers Bazaar, the face of Versace, representative of Swarovski and many more. Some even dare say, up and coming It Girl. You've accomplished a lot, all on your own.
Though, one unexpected thing came into your life, living in Seoul, South Korea. The thought never crossed your mind once. But you came to South Korea for a photo shoot with Vogue Korea back in 2019. Needless to say, you fell in love with the culture, the country's generous and kind residents, the language, the atmosphere and — Well, obviously, the city itself. You have dedicated learning the language and culture in order to live smoothly and in harmony.
It was difficult having to fly out to New York thousands of miles away, the epicentre of jobs and Fashion Week. But, what can you say? You were used to it. Hopping onto planes needing to be somewhere by Friday? Oh, London Fashion week ends on this day but, Paris starts that day. No worries. It was painfully exhausting but that's the life of a Supermodel.
Your life in Seoul didn't change much. Though this time you're receiving twice the jobs than you did before, many Korean designers have reached out to you to model for the clothing they have designed such as Rok Hwang, Eudon Choi, the duo Byungmun Seo and Jina Um and finally, Youngae Lee and Happly for their project 'Hanbok Wave'. Not only were you attracting attention in the fashion industry but it extended to the entertainment industry, you've been invited to many varieties of shows to be featured in.
As your schedule began to fizzle down, you found the time to film for the TV programme you were featured in 'I live Alone'. Dressed all and feminine, opting for the chunky loafers with a pair of long white socks instead of your Versace heels. Your hair is all done so beautifully. Smiling so brightly at all the familiar faces and jogging up to them for a quick embrace. A light chatter followed along with it, 'how are you?', 'I've been doing well', 'It's nice to see you again'. Strings of compliments flowed through.
"안녕하세요. I'm (First name)." You greet the man. Undeniably gorgeous, you couldn't even focus much on what he was saying as he reaches in for a handshake, he introduces himself as—
"안녕하세요, 조규성." The beautiful angel marks dotted all over his face like starry stars across the wide peaceful sky. But, goddamn, he's so bright like the sun and his beauty is also so blinding it hurts. His beautiful carved nose and the sharp angles of his jaw, high prominent cheekbones. Everything about him was a piece of art. He's a delicate and classic painting deserving to be in a museum.
Heartbeat was skipping across the street.
Filming starts at any second now and you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. The soft fluffy brush glides across your face for the final touch-ups. Unbeknownst to you, Gue Sung also had to take a double take also stealing sweet glimpses, you had an addicting kind of beauty. It was much more than a drug. The kind of one that makes Aphrodite green as envy and red as rage. Eyes trail to every detail of your face. The way your eyes brighten as you joke lightly with your makeup artist.
"Please everyone get ready! Filming will start in 10!"
That was months ago. Time flies quickly; your home became littered with traces of him. He was everywhere you looked, in every corner, you breathed him. Gue Sung has now integrated well and was a part of your being. You have made space in your extensive closet just for him, he has his very own mug for his coffee in the morning, framed photo of you together on your bedside table, his own toothbrush and his very own corner for all the things he leaves.
Those months spent together have nothing been but elated, fondness and love. You have never been this happy, your whole entire life, you have never expected for him to come into your life at such an unexpected time. But, you thank God every day.
The sound of the familiar beeps and the sound of the front door opening echoed in your small apartment.
"자기야, I'm home!"
Immediately, you tossed your phone aside, jumped off the sofa and came barreling. Gue Sung was kicking off his shoes as he slips his face mask off, he puts his bag down and his arm stretched out wide open. No hesitation, you crashed right into his warm loving embrace.
"Hi." You mumbled nuzzling your face into the side of his neck and inhaling his scent. He awkwardly shuffles with you still practically glued onto him and clung onto him like a koala bear, Gue Sung peppers your temples and hairline with kisses. Running his hands up and down your back. You only snuggled further onto his neck tightening your grip around his large frame.
"Did you miss me?" He whispers softly voice dripping in honey, you pull away enough so, you could stare deeply into his eyes, and you rest your head on his shoulder. Gue Sung couldn't resist but placed a quick kiss on your lips.
"Not even a little bit." You tease, poking your tongue out at him playfully.
"Oh? I know you did. You can't even think about not having me by your side that's why you asked for my number when we first met." Not exactly a lie but, not exactly the complete truth either. You gasped dramatically,
"I don't appreciate you lying about my name like that."
Gue Sung hums.
"Did you eat yet?" You asked.
"No. I knew you were waiting for me." It tendered your heart.
"Let's go eat then. I'm sure you're starving." However, Gue Sung didn't want to let go, his grip on you only tightened squeezing you against his torso. No matter how many times, you brush his arms away it would always ends up back circling around your waist.
"What? I can't set the table if we're like this." You laugh light-heartedly,
"Have you always been this pretty?" Gue Sung almost coos, "우리이쁜자기 ( My pretty baby )."
"Go take a shower! You stink." You ushered him away towards the bathroom. Your ear pick up the sound of water splashing, you move around the kitchen, hands everywhere all at once to get the food reheated, plated and on the table before Gue Sung gets out of the shower.
It has been a long day for him, you're sure. You take upong yourself to sit while you await for your beloved, occupied by your mobile phone. Food all laid out on the table; all simple and quick whipped up meal, thankfully your boyfriend was no picky eater. He enjoyed a variety of dishes and scarfed everything down with gusto... Except meat. He's particular about how it should be done. Not long after, he emerges from the shower.
You held out your hand for him to hand the towel. It's a unspoken ritual at this point; he sits down and you dry off his hair. There was something weirdly intimate about it. Running the soft towel through his damp hair. Once his hair is relatively dry, you carded your fingers through his hair brushing it off his forehead, slicking it back. He lets out a sigh of relief and softens under your tender touch.
You were so deeply lost in your task, you fail to notice Gue Sung's blatant fond, affectionate and loving stare. He admires everything that you are from your head and down to your toe. He likes everything that you do to him.
"What?" You ask with a stupid smile on your face leaning to his level.
"Nothing." Gue Sung shook his head.
He cups your face peppered kisses. From your forehead. Eyes. Nose. Cheeks. Finally on your lips.
One love, one house.
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