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hard to ignore: part 2

part 2: “backstage”

pairing: reader x fuckboyidol!san genre: smut, fluff word count: 4.6k warning(s): yelling, slight manhandling, implied smut

you continue to stare at the slip of paper he had shoved in your palm, in shock and in confusion.

a small phone number scribbled, with words insinuating he wanted you, his stylist, a girl he just met, to text him, an idol, someone who was probably your boss. and what did he even want you to text him? for when my pretty girl decides-

"hello?" a light knock on the door shakes you out of the trance you were in. “anyone there?”

you suddenly remembered there was one more member still left on your list. you shove the paper in your skirt pocket. i’ll worry about that later. right now, you had a job to do.

“coming!” you yell and open the door quickly. “i’m so sorry about that, i was-”

you don’t finish your sentence because your eyes fail to meet the eye level of the man standing at the door. standing at much taller height than the playboy who was in the room before. instead, this man was towering over you and you suspected he was even taller than mingi. donning a black, gold trim tux in a similar fashion to san’s but much less showy and much more reserved, he looked elegant, royal. a prince was standing in the doorway.

the man stared at you and raised an eyebrow, a smile peeking at his lips. “you were..?

you close your gaping mouth. “oh! um, i was reorganizing everything for you before you came in.” you scramble to pretend you were putting all of your used brushes out of the way, cringing at the way you let choi san hold your attention even after he left the room.

but yunho just smiled again and said, “you’’re all good. take your time.” he settles himself into the chair in front of you. “i’m all yours”

you turn back to grab the eye shadow palette you want to use from the makeup bag, but due to all your nerves and embarrassment from the last two minutes, it slips through your shaky fingers and ihts the ground, eye shadow dispersing everywhere and almost onto yunho’s freshly buffed shoes.

ohmygod. you sink to the floor, head in your hands, embarrassed. you only just met yunho and you’ve already made a fool of yourself, twice. it was so easy with the other members and yunho is just as nice as they were, a perfectly sweet guy. why were you so jumpy all of a sudden? but you didn’t need to think that hard to know the answer.

“i’m sorry, i..” you start. you look up at yunho, who looks down at you holding your knees to your chest. he tilts his head in curiousity and concern, wondering why his stylist was sitting on the ground in front of him, not doing her job. you wouldn’t be surprised if he called and asked for someone else to do his makeup for him.

but instead, he holds his hand out to pull you up, “are you okay?” he asks, a twinge of confusion but also sympathy in his voice. “do you need to talk?”

you sigh. yes, you want to plead to him. i want to talk about what the hell happened five minutes ago with that man before you.

but you just grab onto his hand and let him pull you off the ground. “thank you.” you reply, wiping your hands and straightening your shirt, giving yunho a pity smile so as to not worry him any more than you already have. “nope, i’m all good. just uh…a little nervous to make mistakes on the first day. sorry if i took you by surprise and made you watch me fall to the ground. i’m kind of a mess”

you look away again because having to look at his adorable face and smile one more time without feeling embarrassed of the fool you made of yourself a minute ago was going to make you sick.

“you’re most certainly not a mess.” you hear yunho say. blush instantly floods to your cheek but you keep looking into your bag instead.

“and, besides, it wasn’t your fault anyway. san has a way of making everybody nervous, especially our stylists. he does this everytime.”

you whip around immediately. “how did you know?” you look at yunho directly at his face this time, his brown eyes looking innocently and sympathetically at you.

yunho laughs and hangs his head down like this has happened one too many times. “t’s always san. every goddamn time.” he scoots his chair closer to you. “do you know how many stylists he’s flirted with within the last few months? why do you think we had to hire one on such short notice?”

your jaw drops but you close it quickly, not trying to make a fool of yourself for a third time. “they all left because of him? but what did he do to make them leave?” even though san and his pretty eyes and husky voice made you nervous, that didn’t mean you would call it quits on an opportunity you’ve waited your whole life for.

yunho sighs again, tilting his head with a look saying this girl really is more naïve than i thought. “well…not only is san a charming guy, but he also has a way with words. he’s always been able to convince our stylists he wants something more than just playful flirting. but for choi san..” he runs his hand through his hair and shakes his head. “that’s something he’s never wanted.”

you stare at yunho, holding the foundtain in your hand but not moving forward with it. “wow,” you exhale, “you mean to say he just.. leads them on?”

yunho nods. “unfortunately, yes.” he shifts a little in his chair. “he’ll go as far as to…physically get with them..just to never talk to them again.”

your mouth opens a little in shock and you scoff. “oh wow. oh wow.” you start to put the foundation in your hands to use, brushing over the sharp cheekbones built on yunho's face. “i want to say i’m surprised, but with that stunt he just pulled on me, i wouldn’t be surprised if more girls fell for his words.” you squirt more foundation on the brush. "i mean, if you hadn’t come in after him, there’s no telling if i would have followed him up on his question.”

yunho raises an eyebrow at you as you continue to brush over his skin. “oh? and what question was that?”

you choke out a laugh. “he wanted me to tell him who his favorite member was.” you reach into your pocket and pull out the slip of paper san so generously gave you, handing it to yunho for his inspection “and then he handed me this. what a player.”

yunho unfolds the paper. after a couple of seconds, he sighs. “typical. it always starts with the phone number.” he hands it back to you and nudges you with his elbow. “good thing i was here to knock some sense into you, i guess.”

you smile fondly at yunho as you turn back to your bag to grab the contour and blush. it was refreshing to have an idol you could just talk to. no nervous guys, no silent guys, no flirty, charming, insanely hot guys. just a guy who could be your friend.

“thanks, it means a lot.” you place the blush on his cheek. “now, don’t mind the blush. i just think men with a hint of blush look all the prettier.”

yunho moves his head to look at himself in the mirror. “we haven't had brush in awhile.” he turns his head left and right to get a good scan of his visage. “and i wish we kept it more often.”

standing back and admiring your work, you see that yunho looks even cuter than he already did. light blush and a little contour work magic, as always. you start staring at him for a little too long and you can tell yunho starts to notice. you shake out of it. “sorry, you just…you’re very handsome like that”

yunho looks down and smiles, shrugging up his shoulders shyly. for a tall, 6 ft something, 24-year old idol with millions of fans cheering for him outside theistrailer, he sure couldn’t take a compliment from his own stylist. you put away the rest of the brushes and move to the eyeliner.

“i just need to finish your eye makeup and you’re all set.” you bend down to look at his eye level and you notice how eyes were shaped so perfectly. how were these idols always so goddamn perfect? “thank you for being..normal. or whatever wasn’t the guy who was before you.”

yunho closes his eyes as you bring up the eyeliner pencil. “oh no worries, i actually have human deceny, unlike san. he can be a bit…much. in more ways than one.”

you don’t ask yunho what that means, not wanting to know anymore about choi san because if you did, you are pretty sure you might poke his eyes out with the eye pencil the next time you saw him.

“but don’t worry too much” yunho finishes. “if you ever need help or.. just need a friend, i’lll be here. my room is down the hall to the right.” yunho points out the dressing room door.

it was relieving to know you had someone in this company who you could talk to. after only having met a handful of staff who had no name to you or held you hostage in your trailer with the words no mishaps like a knife to your throat, you didn’t expect anyone to care much about the new girl. but what you really never expected was for your first friend to be jeong yunho, main dancer of ateez. and he was helping you with boy trouble that you already got yourself into on day one.

you click the eyeliner pencil shut. “you’re all done! and, really, thank you, mr. jeo-”

“call me, yunho.” he corrects you, flashing a smile. god of course, you thought, his smile was just as pefect, just as endearing.

you exhale and smile back. “thank, yunho.” you turn back around and start packing up the last of your makeup. “i do have one question for you.”

yunho stands up and heads to the door. “shoot.”

“is that what everyone has been warning me about?” you ask. “all day, everyone has told me to 'watch out' for you guys. but the only member who seems to be any trouble was..him.”

yunho lets out a laugh that sounded like it was being held in. “oh for sure…only san is the one that ever costs us so much trouble.” yunho walks towards the door and pulls it open.

“and hey, a word of advice,” yunho turns around to look at you one last time. “whatever you do, don’t call that number. and besides” yunho touches your shoulder.

“i’m pretty sure i’m your favorite anyway”

—

despite the hold-up with san in the dressing room, the concert did start promptly at 7:30.

the trailers you worked and lived in were right behind the venue so it made it easier to get to the stage from your trailer. you packed some emergency makeup and you walked onto the backstage, looking around at everything before you.

you were a regular concert goer so to finally work behind the scenes at such a big venue was a dream come true. a scene of lights, curtains, and people bustling all around like this was just another day of work. but not for you. while entranced by your surroundings, you don't notice someone hurdling toward you.

"watch out!" the voice says, but before you match it with a face, the person crashes into you, with the papers in their hand and makeup no longer in your hand scattered all over the floor.

it was a girl, roughly around 18 and graduated high school, wearing the same, hopeful look you had when you started working towards your dream. you were betting she was probably one of the kq interns working this concert.

"i'm so, so sorry, miss." she bends down and picks up your makeup for you. "it's so dark back here and i can't see where i'm going on and-"

you put your hand on your shoulder. "relax, everything is okay" you open the pallets to show her everything was still intact. "nothing is broken and i'm alright. just breathe". the girl smiles a little and starts to exhale.

you smile at her. "what's your name? i'm y/n"

she straightens the glasses on her face. "eunchae. i'm new and interning for the stage crew. it's my first show so i'm a bit nervous."

you pat her shoulder. "well, if it makes you feel any better, it's my first time working a concert too. so if you need anything-"

a voice on your walkie-talkie chimes in "five minutes til curtain!"

you look back at eunchae whose doe eyes told you she was relieved there was someone she could rely on. you give her a reassuring look.

"i'll be back here on hair and makeup duty." you point to the dressing room door behind the stage. if you need anything, just say y/n and i'll come find you."

eunchae bows to you. "thank you so much. i will!" and then she runs off, holding the papers close to her chest. you watch her go into one of the rooms behind the stage and once she got there safely, you headed toward the dressing room. but on your way there, a voice appeared over your shoulder.

"hey, pretty girl"

you whip your head around to see him standing right behind you. somehow, san had found you before you had even walked into his dressing room. and it was really annoying how hot he looked at this moment.

his black and gold suit was freshly lint-rolled and you could still the peak of his abs through it's very exaggerated v-neck. his makeup you did on him still remained untouched, but his hair was fixed up, forehead out and looking at you. he smirked as you stood there, again, in awe. you really needed to get yourself together.

"how do i look?" he asks, adjusting his in-ear monitor while the other dangles off his neck. it felt surreal to be looking at san like he's a real person and not an idol about to go on stage. you've seen idols perform, but having one stand in front of you like a normal person and ask you how do i look? was still throwing you for a loop.

"you look.." you start to say. fuck, wow. you only just met him, but you felt heat pooling in your stomach and you almost reached out to him and asked-

that's something he's never wanted. you remember what yunho said to you about san in the dressing room. about how he plays all their stylists with his tall figure, distinguished forehead, and charming words. and you remember why you're here in the first place.

"you look just fine." you finish, thin lipped smile in return. you walk past him and brush his shoulder to show him you could give less of fuck about him, less of a fuck about choi san and his overbearing, sexy aura.

"wow, that's all you-" you hear him say behind your back. but you're already in the dressing room and shutting the door in his face before you hear the rest of whatever came out of his mouth.

it was surreal to be watching the boys perform their setlist, not from the crowd, but from the sides of the stage. you saw all eight of them throwing their bodies and singing song after song, and you were unsure how they were even human. and how you had even intercated with them before.

but the crazier part was during the vcrs, they would run off the stage, sweat seaping through their suits. and you had the lucky duty of wiping off their sweat and readjusting their hair and makeup in time for the next set.

you take the white towel in your hand and dab yunho's forehad first, standing on your tip toes to match his height, although you barely make any difference. while you try to swiftly clean him, yunho takes the back of his wrist and wipes his eyes and hair himself.

"no!" you whine, putting the towel down. "you're messing up your eyeliner and hair!"

yunho laughs quietly, taking the floating mic off his ears and kneeling down so you meet his eye level. "i'm sorry, can you fix it?" he smiles you and bats his eyes innocently.

you try to hold back a grin, but it comes through. "of course i can..but i can't promise i'll be here to save you next time. so keep your hands to yourself."

yunho gives you a thumbs up. "anything for you, m'lady. it's been so long since we performed that many songs back to back, i got kind of winded out." he sighs, looking out into the crowd from his spot behidn the stage. "i missed our fans. and i missed performing...so much."

you pop the lid off the eyeliner in your bag and you start to redraw it on him. he manages to slow his breathing and keep his eyelids still for you so you can make sure it's precise. but while you draw the last of the wing, you hear voices rising over the stage.

"can someone come help her, please? why don't i have a professional here?" the voice seems to coming from behind the stage, maybe someone from staff.

looking over, your eyes widen at the voice belongs to.

choi san, standing over eunchae, who was holding his mic pack and trying to tie it on him. he took it out of her hands and shoos her away. "where are the staff when you need them? can you go look for someone who knows what they're doing?"

eunchae reaches for the mic pack. "sir, i'm sorry, but i'm assigned to trade out your mic for the next set." she says, shakily. "i'm just following orders from director, if you just let me-"

san holds it away from her. "well. tell the director that san requests someone else to help him because you.."

you look back at yunho who continues keeping his eyes closed as if he doesn't hear what's going on behind him.

"yunho!" you say to him. his eyes flash open and he grabs your hand. "what?" he says frantically, worried something bad happened to you as if something worse wasn't already going on.

you point to where san is. "what is san's deal? do you hear him?" you show yunho where san is currently holding the mic pack over eunchae's head, refusing to let her help him.

but to your surprise, yunho just looks back at you and shrugs. "that's just what san does. when he doesn't get his way, he kind of...acts how he wants. with who he wants"

you continued to look at yunho in shock, mouth gaping open. "and no one stops him?"

yunho shrugs again and just smiles awkwardly. "it's annoying, believe me, i know... but it's how he is and how it's always been."

you look back between yunho and san, san and yunho, wondering what to do. as once a vulnerable girl like eunchae, working at a new job with a new boss, it was hard to stand up for yourself. you knew you had to do something than just watch san abuse his power like that.

you put the eyeliner down and stand up. "well, i'm going to be the first"

yunho registers your words and turns around to try to stop you. "y/n, don't-" but you're already stomping your way over to san, your feet and your fists on fire.

you walk up from behind san and snatch the mic pack out of his hands, yelling at him from behind. "hey! what the hell is wrong with you?"

san freezes and eunchae's eyes widen. slowly, he turns around to look at you, his mouth and eyes, frozen and piercing into your skin.

"what...did you just say to me?" he stutters out angrily. his eyes twitch slightly. you realize just an hour ago he was giving you a smirk and calling you one of the prettiest girls he's ever seen. but now he was standing over you like he wanted nothing more than to never see your face again.

you stood there, unfazed by him or his words. "i said.. what the hell is wrong with you? i don't care what eunchae did, you have absolutely no right to talk to her, let alone a woman, like that! especially at a time like this!" you hand eunchae the battery pack.

eunchae looks up at you, worried for you and probably wondering if you were putting your job in jeopardy. but you didn't care; you weren't going to let a girl like eunchae get walked over by a guy like choi san.

"you are going to let eunchae finish what she's doing. be a man," you assert, continuing to stare san down as you speak. he still has yet to move a muscle in his face.

you give him a smile. "thank you for cooperating." you bow to both of them and walk away back to yunho, whose face mirrored eunchae's fearful look.

yunho grabs your shoulder and shakes you a little. "are you crazy? why would you stand up to san, no one ever does that1'

you roll your eyes. "and that needs to stop! i don't care what has happened before, i'm not going to stand there and watch him give shit to someone who doesn't deserve it!"

yunho's eyebrows bunch and he tilts his head at you, disappointed. but you ignore him. no matter how san, yunho, or even the director feel about you, you only cared about how eunchae felt. san had to be put in his place. and besides, this would finally assert to him that he had no chance of ever getting with you.

and based on san's gaze burning into the back of your head, his fists clenching as he watched you finish yunho's makeup, you were pretty sure the feeling was mutual.

closing the door to your trailer, you flopped onto your bed and closed your eyes. your first concert with ateez was a...partial success.

the boys had ended the show with pride, adorable faces looking onto the crowd and some tears shed during their ments. it was endearing to watch them confess to their fans all their emotions and sing them their final encore song. it made you even more proud of all the work being put into this show.

however, you could not help but watch san for the rest of the show after your..incident with him backstage. every time he got off stage for each song, he refused to speak to anyone, and his eyes were lasers, staring into yours as if he had something he wanted to say but it was not the right time to say it.

while packing up the dressing room of all the makeup and tools you brought, you noticed the members had all but left for their own trailers, probably to escape the paparazzi and fans looking around for them post-show. and that meant you would not have to make any contact with choi san until you had to see him for the next show tomorrow. thank god.

you stared up at the ceiling of your trailer, sleep about to take over your body when suddenly a light knock rapped on your trailer door.

11:47 PM, your phone read. you froze. maybe the director had heard about your little conversation with san. suddenly, his words rang in your ear again. no mishaps.

grudgingly, you went to your door and turned the handle to let the director inside.

but to your surprise, that was not who was standing there.

drenched in sweat and his unruly hair coming out of a baseball cap, mic still in his hands, choi san barges his way into your tour trailer before you can even fully open the door and recognize who he was.

he slams the door and flips you against it. "what...the actual fuck..is wrong with you?" he mutters to you, holding his hand above your head on the door behind you and towering over your ears once again. you were close enough to see the sweat from the concert still dripping from his hair and you could smell the faint overpowering cologne that was still holding on from hours ago.

you look at him and slant your eyes, lips forming a straight line and not reacting to him. "what the fuck is wromg with me?" you ask him. "what the fuck is wrong with you? barging into my trailer at midnight and slamming-"

"i'm not going to repeat myself again." san interrupts. "what the fuck is wrong with you? hm?" he raises an eyebrow at you. but it doesn't faze you the way it may have a few hours ago.

"if you're referring to the concert, i'm sorry but i don't let someone down to their staff like that." you lift your hands up and push him off your door and out of your way. you shove past him, making your way to the other side of the trailer.

san balls his fists again and moves toward you. "you had no right to come up to me at my job and make a fool of me-"

"you did that yourself, speaking to her like that!" you yell back, arms waving in the air. "so i'm sorry if i bruised your precious ego, but you had no right to treat someone like that. someone who was just trying to help you." you were getting angrier now.

san is still hiding under his black cap as walks over and stands over you, crossing his arms. "you better stay away from me if you know what's good for you. i never want to see you again."

you roll your eyes at his sad excuse of a threat. "oh please. says the guy who gave me his number after only ten minutes of meeting me, begging me to tell him he was my favorite. grow up."

san's facial expression changes when he hears your words. "wow," he mutters, his stone expression turning into a smirk. "we're really going to have to fix that attitude problem of yours." he starts to back you against another wall. "and don't pretend like you didn't like what you saw. or what you see right now."

you look up at him and part of you wanted to ignore the fact he was right. my god, you were so close to his lips and the ends of his hair were brushing the skin on your face. if you weren't in the position you were currently in and he was not the disrespectful, obnoxious, playboy you knew he was, there's no telling if you would have grabbed his face and used your own lips to wipe that awful smirk off his. because my god was he fine.

however, you knew better than to feed into him, feed into his tricks to get you under his finger. and you weren't falling for it.

you smile at him. "nice try, but i feel nothing towards you. and i never will."

your back hits the wall as you realize he's backed you up against another wall. a small grin comes out from him, from under his black cap and he leans next to your ear.

"now, let's not lie to each other, shall we? i know if i felt you right now, your pussy would say otherwise."

your eyes froze and gasped at the words he just whispered into your ears. you remained, against the wall, frozen and in shock, as he stands up and releases his grip on the wall.

he bows to you and before he heads toward the door, he says, "be ready by 8 am," and slams the door behind him.

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