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[#KUN Focus] WayV 'Turn Back Time' (Rebirth Ver.)

𑁍 Welcome to 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 & 𝐒𝐩𝐚 𑁍 Collab

Oh Sehun had taken the pool boy job just for the summer, he needed cash and there wasn’t anything better available for now, even though he hated it with passion, specially when that annoying tourist wouldn’t let him do what he was best at... lazying out. You were there to make sure his shift was full of events.

𑁍 Pool boy!AU / Tourist/Supervisor!AU 𑁍 Pairing: Sehun × Female Reader     𑁍 Genre: 🔞

𑁍 Masterlist 𑁍

You had to rub your eyes a few times. Maybe it was the chlorine that inevitably always went into your eyes due to your poor swimming skills, because the view that unfolded in front of you couldn’t be real. Yes, you were told that you’d meet a few hotties during your stay in Seoul, but this… this was not being hot, this simply had to be an optical illusion.

It was the end of shift of the previous pool boy and the one that took over was unrealistically handsome and hot. Where were you going to begin describing him in your head? Where to look? How was this a real male specimen living among all peasants on earth?

His shoulders wide like a door almost, he was tall and slender, his jaw sharp like an axe, his lips drawn to perfection and his eyebrows… those that were knitted as if pissed naturally and it was driving you insane as you stood in the middle of the swimming pool, nothing out of the water but your eyes and nose.

He was wearing flip-flops, a simple long legged black swimsuit that reached just below his knees and a white t-shirt with the hotel’s logo ‘Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa’ that you did care to read as if it was the first time you read the name of the hotel you were staying in.

He walked slowly at the edge of the pool, dragging his legs making a loud sound with his flip-flops. His annoyed facial expression was the hottest you’ve seen on a man in your life, still questioning if the Korean chlorine was playing eye illusion games on you, so there you were, walking inside the pool somewhat close to his side as he did he round in circling the whole pool appreciating him like a weirdo. Yes, a weirdo because it had to be him turning around and meeting your eyes that you realised as well as him that you were following him like a stalker.

You smiled awkwardly as he bowed his head slightly, walking away feeling embarrassed that he had caught you scanning him, but continued to watch him walk till he reached his designated lifeguard chair.

You swam doggy style - the only style you knew - till you reached being right in front of him. He didn’t even notice you as you tried to splash around you so he’d give you one more gaze to try and understand how he had such a hypnotising eyebrow game going on, but nothing and he kept looking at his phone. You guessed you had to do illegalities to make him look your way, so you got out of the pool and jumped like a toddler would because you had no idea how people were able to dive.

*Beep* you heard his whistle before ascending, his face more pissed and his eyebrows forming a line.

“No!” He made an X with his arms pointing at the big poster that indicated the things that were not allowed to do in the pool, and jumping was one of them.

“Oh! Sorry!” You smiled beautifully trying to make an impact on him using your freshly learned Korean, expecting that he’d be impressed and comment, but nothing other than going back to his phone is what happened. “I won’t do it again.” You added, this time he didn’t even lift his head.

This man was certainly not interested, and you had to know why. You weren’t looking your best, but still, you expected him to at least smile or say something. Even if he was gay or taken, he could at least unknit them eyebrows that were making you go mad.

You went out of the pool taking your belongings closer to where he sat. Wondering how a pool boy wasn’t looking at the pool, the job at hand. Even when he put his phone down, all he did was entwine his fingers at his belly throwing his head backwards exposing that glorious Adam’s apple that was the size of an actual apple. Just orgasmic to look at.

Suddenly his phone started ringing, it was a cutesy song unmatching his aura, but you decided to quickly Shazam it, uncaring of what it was to potentially use it as an icebreaker.

Shazam: ‘Ottoke Song’

Great! You got the song and decided to head towards him without thinking of anything to say, you just stood there looking up acting your cutest.

“Hi!” You waved.

“Yes?” He replied in English looking down at where you stood.

“Oh, but I speak a little bit of Korean. I wouldn’t mind practising it more, I guess I do nee-”

“Is everything alright?” He asked, accentuating his frown interrupting your unsolicited chit-chat.

“Oh nothing! I just found it funny that we have the same ringtone.” You played it smiling from ear to eat.

He scoffed looking to the side cringing. He understood that you were hitting on him just then.

“I hate that song. My niece must’ve put it for me.” He gave you a disappointed look.

“Oh.” You formed an O with your lips thinking that it was the perfect time to dig a hole and bury yourself to save the remaining of your pride, that is if you had any to begin with.

You bowed with your head leaving him and taking your belongings, almost running away from there. What you didn’t know however, is that he did find it cute, admittedly.

~~~

You tossed and turned in your bed all night thinking of the pool boy, even though you knew there was absolutely no way to even get a ‘hi’ or a smile from him. He didn’t like you at all and you had to accept that nothing will be shared between you two other than little small bows, that is if you lock eyes ever again.

You woke up late, the tour bus had already left without you and you already knew it, despite that, you ran through the lobby and outside the hotel watching the bus drive too far to be able to catch it.

“Damn it!” You cursed loudly, some guests heard.

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” The doorman approached you concerned.

“The bus left! What am I going to do the whole day?” You whined.

“If you allow me, our concierge can recommend other means for touring.” He tried to help, but your eyes diverted to the tall, slender, handsome, beautiful, out of this world pool boy that entered the lobby walking as if he owned the place.

You were almost drooling and unable to take your eyes off him. You left the doorman midspeech following this hypnotising man that had you in his web that weren’t able to escape. He walked to the elevator pressing the button waiting for it to arrive as he leaned on one leg. This time you decided to not speak and try to ignore him, maybe he’d remember you and greet you, but he hadn’t even looked at his side in curiosity of who was waiting for the elevator with him.

So frustrating…

When the elevator arrived, a big group of people got out and pushed you towards him, bumping your little mediocre shoulder on his arm, just then he looked at you, widening his eyes, recognising you.

“Oh, hi! Going to the pool?”

Your eyes lit up following him inside. “Yes!” You replied as if world peace has been achieved.

“Good!” He smiled pressing on the button to the pool.

“Ah, I need to get changed first, but I’ll be right there!” You advised making him scoff looking to his side again. He certainly was flattered, but you were just too obvious.

“Sehun.” He extended his hand for a handshake, “Oh Sehun.”

You looked at his hand as if he was offering you your last breath of oxygen. “___! Nice to meet you Sehun.” You took it shyly, surprising him that you were actually shy underneath all that confident act.

His hand was warm, big and so inviting. You didn’t want to give it back.

“See you later then.” He winked at you leaving you to assimilate that those dangerous eyes could also wink and that’s when you realised you were treating with a lethal force. You were almost left shaking. You jumped in happiness thinking that you were in an elevator and that wasn’t the best of ideas. You pressed on your floor’s button and ran to get changed.

You put on your swimsuit, put some unnecessary cream around your knees and elbows, put on some waterproof lipstick and you were ready for Oh Sehun!

When you arrived at the pool your eyes landed on him doing his first round of walks around the pool. At this hour it was always really quiet, which could be to your advantage but also not. You did need him with people, jumping in the pool saving lives…

Maybe your life?

You thought of an idea, after all, that was Sehun’s job, saving lives, and your life was in extreme danger at the moment. You faked bumping your head when you arrived at the edge of the pool, right in front of where Sehun sat, of course.

“Ouch!” You whined loud enough for him to hear. “It hurts.” You held your head turning around to meet him crouching right in front of you with a smog smile.

“Does it really?” He asked smirking, a look you knew you didn’t need, because, yes, you could faint right there and then and potentially die.

“A lot!” You rubbed your head.

“Then get out of the pool, and enough swimming for you today.” He simply suggested standing up.

“Wait!” You yelled for him to give you his attention again. “I don’t think I can get out of the pool by myself.”

“Is that so?” He scoffed. “Cute.” He whispered to himself reading his lips. Your invitation to keep trying harder. “So I guess you need me to jump in and save you from an imminent drowning?”

You pouted, nodding ‘yes’ with your head.

Just then Sehun laughed. He gathered his hand into a fist covering his mouth looking anywhere but you because you just made him cringe so badly but admittedly he was smitten.

“I’m not going to get wet for a fake bump. If you want me to swim with you just say it, even though I’m here for work and not pleasure.”

“CAN YOU SWIM WITH ME?” You jumped out of joy hearing Sehun inviting you to try again.

“Sorry, I can’t. I’m working.” He laughed some more going for one of his walking rounds leaving you there standing like an idiot.

You couldn’t believe Sehun just did that to you. He made you admit you definitely had a crush on him to just leave you?

It seemed like Sehun liked the attention but he wasn’t a giver of it that was for sure.

“Wait!” You jumped out of the pool running after him. “Then why did you tell me to tell you if you weren’t going to- ‘OUCH!’”

And down you went like the clumsy girl you were on the floor.

You had slipped while trying to catch Sehun’s step and hurt your knee for real this time. You were just thankful that you didn’t bang your head and lost a tooth, that wouldn’t have looked pretty.

“Watch where you’re walking!” Sehun rushed to your side crouching in front of you. “You’re bleeding!”

“I know! And you’re not making me feel any better! It’s your fault!” You cried feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment when a few children gathered around you.

“It’s alright. Please.” Sehun scared the children with one of his menacing frowns. “Can you walk?” Sehun held your leg, stretching it to see if you had damaged anything other than the scratch on your knee.

“I will walk, yes.” You tried standing but you were surprised by Sehun lifting you as if you weighed but a peanut.

Your eyes widened and suddenly the pain in your knee was replaced by a feeling of arriving in heaven, because where else could you be lifted bridal style by this inhuman looking being inviting you to encircle his neck with your arm to make it easier for him to walk.

“We need to get your knee checked quickly, we don’t want it to scar?” Sehun spoke as he walked you through the corridor while you were being stared at every single guest and worker in the hotel.

“Your cheek scar it’s like the cherry on the top of your own beauty, I guess us peasants wouldn’t look good with one.”

“What?” Sehun scoffed, unable to stop cringing. His cheeks tinted a rosier tone as his ears went tomato red. “You’re shameless.” He admitted.

“And you’re the hottest man on earth, I know.”

This time Sehun laughed louder. He had to stop for a moment as he felt his hold on you was loosening, he had to push you upwards finally making eye contact with you. “You’re so cute with these abrupt statements.”

“Are you gay or taken?” You continued.

Sehun laughed louder this time. It was impossible to keep walking. Luckily he arrived at the hotel doctor’s room pushing it with his back entering and placing you on the examination table.

“What?” He asked, laughing louder holding himself with the help of the examination table. “What the fuck?”

You felt shy suddenly when he kept laughing. He straightened himself looking at the ceiling. His hands rested on his hips as his silky hair moved gloriously.

“I’m sorry, I didn-.”

You were interrupted when the doctor of the hotel entered. “What do we have here?”

Sehun explained the situation detailedly after he cleared his throat to sound professional. The doctor checked if your knee was harmed. He stretched your leg and thoroughly checked if you were in pain. The strangest thing about all this was Sehun’s serious face, very interested in making sure you were alright.

“It’s just a scratch, but I wouldn't go to the pool for the next few days if I were you, so if you’re staying longer, I’d suggest a nice massage in the spa.” The doctor aired cleaning the dried blood. He put a bandage on while Sehun’s frown grew all over again. He had his arms crossed over his chest in an intimidating manner.

“Thank you, doctor.” You bowed trying to jump off the examination bed surprised by Sehun who helped you down.

“Can you walk?” Sehun asked, worried.

You nodded heading out. “I guess we won’t see each other anymore now that I can’t swim.”

“You called that swimming?” Sehun mocked.

“Hey!” You complained. “You should’ve taught me instead of making fun of me, but I guess too late now, I can’t swim so I’ll take the doctor’s advice and go to the spa.” You motioned with your head when you found the entrance.

“Don’t go to the spa!” Sehun exclaimed, making you stop walking. “Just don’t go.” He fumed. “Please.” It came in a whisper.

“Eh… why? Did you say please?” You asked, puzzled.

“You can still sunbathe in the pool.” Sehun offered, sounding as if he wanted you with him.

“Alright? But why not go to the spa later on?” You questioned.

“Oh Sehun!” A very handsome man greeted, coming out of the spa. “Are you showing the guest the way?” He smiled thinking that ‘wow’ this hotel is really full of god-like men.

“Hi Jongin-ah. No we-”

“Hi!” You waved at Jongin, shocking him with your Korean greeting. “I’d love to come to the spa. Can I have a brochure with the treatments, please?” You walked to his side.

“Oh wow, she’s talking in Korean.” Jongin pointed looking from you to Sehun who seemed to be enraged. “Sure, allow me to get you one.” He entered again.

“DON’T GET A MASSAGE!” Sehun reiterated firmly this time.

“And why not? Your friend seems very… professional.” You thought it was your time to tease when you thought that maybe Sehun didn’t want you near Jongin.

You didn’t expect Sehun to lower himself placing a hand behind your knee and the other on your back lifting you out of that place.

“SEHUN-AH!” Yelled Jongin.

“FUCK OFF, KIM JONGIN!” Sehun yelled in response, surprising you, uncaring if any staff or other guests were near.

You watched him in awe walking you and heading to the main lobby. He lowered himself at the elevator’s door for you to press on the button.

“Where are we going?” You asked with a little voice.

“To your room of course! Where else?” Sehun responded annoyed.

“I can still walk.” You said with a little voice.

Sehun thought that maybe he was overdoing it, but he wasn’t used to these types of feelings. He put you down following you when you arrived on your floor. He took his phone out hearing him whisper to someone to take over in the pool as he might be late. You couldn’t believe that you actually got all this from Sehun in such a little time.

“Thank you Sehun.” You stood at your door scanning the keycard opening the door. Sehun remained silent as he stood burning holes on you with his eyes. “Do you want to… come in?” You took a step back watching him get inside, still very confused, that Sehun was the type to be jealous in such a short period of time. “Are you here to tell me why I can’t go to the spa?” You decided to break the ice in a cheeky way.

“Don’t fucking go to the spa and don’t talk to Jongin altogether.” Sehun simply demanded standing close to you.

“Aha.” You smiled. “And why is that? Am I not allowed to get a massage? I’m quite stiff in here.” You moaned feeling your shoulder.

“Not Jongin.” Sehun stated, his breath hitting your forehead with the proximity.

“He seems quite professional, or is there anyone else who could give me a massage, Oh Sehun?” You sat on the edge of your bed.

“I’m better than him.”

“You? You wouldn’t even get wet when you had the chance. You’re a lazy ass, Sehun. I think Jongin will be ama-”

Sehun placed his hand over your lips. “Don’t say his name again.” He sat next to you. “Where’s that you’re stiff?” He moved his hand from your mouth to your shoulder. “Here?”

“You like me, Sehun?” You gulped when you thought you had it under control.

Sehun didn’t respond and just moved the strap of your swimsuit to the side allowing it to fall as his eyes followed the small strip of fabric. “You’re annoying and can’t swim for shit.” He continued feeling your shoulder as his other hand was pressed on the mattress

You couldn’t contain yourself and just raised yourself enough to plant your lips over his. It was such an impulse that when you felt he didn’t respond to the kiss, you detached yourself slowly looking anywhere but his face. You could hear him laugh and blush when you dared look up. This man could be the cutest looking but also the most menacing of men all at once.

“What?” You pouted.

Sehun responded by pulling his t-shirt from the back of his neck. An action that seemed regular, but the way this god looking man did it, made your legs wobble, gasping when his torso was finally bare to you and only you. Sehun smiled, liking your reaction to seeing his body, throwing his head backwards, holding himself with his palms pressed against the mattress so you could see all of him properly.

“Care to kiss me again?” He suggested moving his head for you to understand that he wanted you to sit on his lap.

You never obeyed anyone that fast in your life, and like this, you were now straddling him while you kissed him. Sehun doing nothing but being kissed and enjoying his very own treatment.

“Are you real?” You asked when you broke the kiss for air, looking down and feeling his chest. “How are your shoulders so broad?” You looked at him running your fingers through his caramel silky hair in awe. “You’re so beautiful, Oh Sehun.”

“I know.” He smirked. “I get that a lot.”

“Just because it’s you. You do deserve getting praised and admired.” You admitted in a whisper.

“I like that. Show me then.” Sehun crocked an eyebrow while removing the other strap of your swimsuit, freeing your breast that he took in hand immediately. “I can give amazing massages as you can see.” He teased before taking one of your nipples between his teeth.

You lifted yourself slightly to give him more access while your hand fished underneath you to feel that tent that had appeared in his pants. “Should we relieve the stress here, Oh Sehun?”

He nodded lying down waiting to get treated. You pulled his sweatpants down as well as his boxer-briefs freeing his length. You gulped looking from it to Sehun who watched your reaction extremely satisfied.

“What’s wrong?”

“I.. I can’t fit that in my mouth.” You pointed. “How is it so…” You made an exaggerated face flattering the already too flattered Oh Sehun.

“Yeah.” He propped himself up on an elbow holding it in hand. “I get that a lot too.”

“Hey!” You pinched his leg.

“I won’t be harsh, I promise.” He brought your head close, urging you to open your mouth.

You obliged hearing him squirm and curse as he lay flat on the mattress. You pulled his sweats and shoes out of the way as you removed your swimsuit all while he was dying with the little licks you gave him.

“Wait a minute.” You complained, surprising him when you stopped abruptly. “Wasn’t I supposed to receive a massage? Why am I giving you a blowjob instead?”

Sehun pulled you to sit on him as he felt ready. “Isn’t riding me a better plan?” He suggested.

You were totally hypnotised, and yes, while he was supposed to be convincing you to avoid Jongin at all costs, you were not doing that… riding him and doing all the work as he growled with his eyes closed. You leaned over rolling your hips once you were filled by Sehun’s monster, forcing him to open his eyes.

“I’m still going for that massage.”

Sehun circled your hips with his arm bringing you closer sitting up, all while still inside you. “Oh no you’re not. I don’t want you to, because I don’t share.”

You had to cup his sharp jaw tilting your head to take his incredibly juicy looking lips. This time Sehun kissed back.

“Then give me a massage.” You pouted cutely.

“Keep rolling your hips.” He slapped your thigh softly. “And I’ll see how I feel about it later.” He sinfully added, making you melt away.

~~~

“Sehun.” You whispered over his forehead after kissing it. “Oh Sehun.” You tried again as it looked like he was falling asleep in your arms.

“Yah! Let me!” He pushed himself further into the cuddle while on the bed.

“Don’t you have work?” You ran your fingers through his hair kissing his forehead again trying to set yourself free from his octopus behaviour. He had you caged under his long leg and arm that rested on your belly as he grabbed onto your breast. “Sehunnie, I think you need to go to work.”

“Fuck work, I want to stay like this a little longer.”

“Oh Sehun.” You pushed yourself to look him in the eye. “Do you know who I am?”

Sehun frowned looking up and your serious demeanour all of a sudden. “Last time I checked you were ___ the tourist that eye-fucked me the minute she laid eyes on me. Why? Anything changed?” He rested his head back at your shoulder taking your nipple with his lips.

“Sehun. We need to talk.” You pushed him off sitting down.

“Is this becuase I didn’t fucking give you a massage?” He whined in response.

“Oh Sehun, my name is ___ and I was hired by Kim Junmyeon-ssi as the recreation supervisor. As much as I like you, I cannot overlook what just happened between us.”

“The fuck?” Sehun sat up. “I was lured by you!”

You leaned over, titling your head pecking his lips. “Go back to work you lazy bastard.”

~~~

Sehun was really pissed. He knew he was already in big trouble wondering when he was going to get fired. He was anxious and nervous, working more diligently at the pool area. He walked around the pool with the net cleaning the non existent dirt. He did walking rounds around the pool every half an hour. He smiled at the guests including the dozens of girls who were clearly flirting with him just like you did, wondering why he caved in with you? Like he said, he did get complimented a lot, but never once he budged or cared. Then why did he do what he did? Was it the idea of Jongin massaging you that drove him crazy? Or was it because he really did like you and didn’t want to lose you? Could it be that you meant so much to him in such a little time? Sehun wasn’t that type of guy…

“Good morning stranger?” You startled him, almost dropping the net in the pool. “I see you’ve been working very well today.”

“I need the money, ok? I need the job, so if you’re going to report me to Junmyeon-ssi, then you might as we-”

“I’m not going to.” You sat at the edge of the pool throwing yourself inside. “But I did ask him about you.”

Sehun exhaled. “You shouldn’t wet your scratch from yesterday.”

“Ah no? Then what am I supposed to do? Suddenly I lost my ability to walk.”

Sehun looked right and left before pulling his t-shirt out of the way. He dove inside the pool ascending, moving his head to the side to have his hair moved out of his face. A scene worthy of a movie. He swam towards you like an athlete showing off his skills, killing you more if possible.

“Ma’am, please exit the swimming pool.”

“Are you allowed to dive in, hm?”

“As a member of the pool staff and in emergencies, yes, it’s a procedure we’re allowed to do.” He held you by your waist. “Now please hold onto my neck.” Sehun lowered his head making it impossible not to encircle your arms around his neck and plant your lips onto his.

“___!” He stood up at his full length making you slide down while holding your hips. “What are you doing? Are you really trying to get me fired?”

“I heard that you’re a hard to get kind of guy. I heard that you’re from a well off family but your father has cut off everything until you agree to go on blind dates.”

Sehun petrified, widening his eyes, feeling too exposed, a feeling he didn’t like. “So after you’ve worked as a detective, what’s your point? Are you getting out of this damn pool, or what?”

“Can I meet your father instead?” You blurted.

“What?”

“Can I be the girl? Can we go out, Oh Sehun and potentially be the one your father will agree on? I want to date you, Mr. Oh.”

Sehun looked away for a moment feeling extremely shy. He was trying hard to look cool and desisterested looking everywhere but you.

“Are you for real? You’d want a husband like me? I mean, I don’t clean, cook, or do anything other than ask for constant attention. You’d be Mrs. Oh who will do everything around the house and for me too.” He tried to sound serious. “And I don’t do massages and you’re not allowed to have massages either.” He lowered himself bringing you to his lap. “Are you ready for all this?”

“I’m willing to have you as my bratty boy, yes.”

“You know what you’re getting yourself into, ___?” He walked you till you reached the little waterfall going underneath it, pulling the ‘Closed for Maintenance’ sign. You were now in a secluded pool area all by yourselves caged between the wall and his godly torso.

You jumped, encircling your legs around his waist, capturing his lips. “I do, Oh Sehun.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading and enjoying this Hotel!AU Collab. Make sure you stay tuned for the rest of the stories and comment and engage with the other writers @xiubaek-13​ @leewalberg​ @taem-min​​​ @dreamylittlesugarcube​ @jxstadaydreamer @yourkeeperoftherunners​ and @ninibears-erigom​

𑁍 Hotel!AU  𑁍 Pairing: Multifandom x Reader     𑁍 Genre: 🔞 (When indicated)

“How’s work?” You asked as you helped Junmyeon remove his very stiff suit blazer.

“It’s a lot.” He huffed trying to remove his tie frustratingly.

You gently removed his hands to do it yourself. “I know, but that’s the business. I know you can. I believe in you Junmyeon.”

“All the people that we need to hire for the expansion, the rebranding… How am I going to get all this done in time?” Junmyeon pouted making eye contact with you when he was finally tie-free.

“You don’t need to do all that work, Junmyeon. You have Baekhyun as a night manager as well, plus a lot of other trusted people.”

“Listen, I love Byun Baekhyun to bits, but have you met that nutcase? I can’t entrust him with something of this magnitude!”

“Relax, Junmyeon.” You kissed his pout softly. “The Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa will be the best hotel in South Korea, I know.”

You were Suho’s personal shopper. He relied on you in everything and you didn’t mind that he sometimes overworked you, because he was the nicest person you knew on earth.

Now he was gone due to his military enlistment, and SM didn’t have any better idea than to assign you to Qian Kun, WayV’s leader, hoping that treatment would be somehow similar until Junmyeon was back.

You just never thought he’d have that kind of personality…

✦ Idol!AU / Secret Tease!AU / PA!AU   ✦ Pairing: Kun x Female Reader   ✦ Genre: Sexual tension /Smut 🔞

Masterlist

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Finally! Your first practical class as a pilot. Nothing and no one will ruin the excitement of this day. The day your dream was becoming true. No one unless he was the one giving the class and wanting to share his dirty little secret with you 😲

✈︎ AU: Pilot!AU ✈ / Student!AU 📚

✈︎ Pairing: Qian Kun (WayV) x Female Reader  x Clara OC

✈︎ Genre: 🔞 MFF

✈︎ Masterlist ✈︎

As part of The SMCU collab organised by @taem-min

- The theme of this collab is SMCU. That is, you are required to pick a member from SM Entertainment, pick a MV, and base your story on the storyline of the MV. You an also use some of the bigger theories around which the SMCU is based on.

“I said, fasten your seatbelt!” based on ‘Take Off’ MV by WayV

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𑁍 Welcome to 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 & 𝐒𝐩𝐚 𑁍 Collab

Qian Kun, a young, handsome, rich and successful Chinese businessman who was his father’s right hand in everything. He had his own business that was off the hook, but this time his father had sent him to Seoul just as a translator for the conference that was being held at the Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa. Was that perhaps not enough to impress you? Something challenging for Kun to discover…

𑁍 Businessman!AU / Translator!AU x Receptionist!AU  𑁍 Pairing: Kun × Female Reader     𑁍 Genre: 🔞  

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Not bad, Kun thought coming to a halt looking at his smart watch. Despite being quite jetlagged from his trip from Fujian to Seoul, this was still a great achievement. He panted, trying to catch his breath after he had run for the past hour, a daily habit that he wasn’t willing to give it up just because he had business abroad.

He looked around as he rested his hands over his hips realising that it was too hot to be running the way he did without even sunscreen on. He looked at his watch again seeing a very nice sun icon indicating that it was 31ºC / 87.8ºF. It was definitely time to head back and prepare for the event, before he showed up like a cooked shrimp.

Kun decided to walk back to the hotel instead of running. He stopped a few times to see his reflection on the shop windows, noticing that indeed he was too pink for his liking. He did cause a bit of commotion while checking his face right and left as he held his jaw, noticing a few girls waving from their seats while giggling in the coffee shop. Kun smiled to himself thinking that he hadn’t lost his touch. He missed being able to enjoy some freedom and just now he had realised how lonely and how he wouldn’t mind getting entangled with the opposite sex while his brief trip in Korea.

He narrowed his eyes before winking at them, continuing with his walk when he heard them scream. It was flattering to know that he was desired, even if nothing was going to happen, it was still nice to feel wanted.

He smiled to himself all the way to the hotel feeling in need of a thorough shower. Kun was drenched in sweat, even his chin was dripping and his hair was all wet by the time he arrived. He exhaled before aiming to enter the revolving door of the hotel when a small child appeared in front of him bumping himself on his legs, falling on the ground. Kun crouched instinctively when the child started to cry.

“Are you alright, kiddo? Where’s your mom?” Kun helped him to stand realising that maybe the child was too young to be able to respond and too well dressed to be walking out of the hotel alone.

Kun noticed the doormen and the concierge approaching, concerned. He looked up, extending his hand advising them that he had it under control.

“What’s this? Remove your hands from the child this instant!” An angry lady shoved his hand in front of Kun.

“I was trying to help. You’re welcome.” He replied.

“I’m going to make a complaint! Who allowed this beggar in front of the most luxurious hotel in Seoul to touch my son?”

“Excuse me?” Kun stood infuriated. He was stopped by two receptionists, one being yourself accompanied by your colleague. “Maybe if you took better care of your son!” He yelled ignoring your pleas to not have it with the lady.

“How dare you filthy-”

“Watch your mouth, lady!” Kun threatened with his index finger flaring his beautiful nostrils.

“Please!” You whisper-shouted. “I’m begging you! If this woman complains, I’ll lose my job.” You begged, bowing from Kun to the lady. “Please.”

Kun sighed feeling sorry for you. He noticed you were a foreigner and knew how the employment market was crazy worldwide. “Alright.” He raised his hands as an action of surrender. “You may stop touching me.” He removed your hands off his chest that you were all over on.

You cleared your throat, realising just then how your hands had gotten wet from this stranger’s swear. Your colleague had also calmed the guest, finally convincing her to enter the premises while he held her son in his arms.

“Apologies for that.” You fanned yourself. “And thank you.” You bowed leaving Kun speechless.

He scoffed looking everywhere wanting to punch anything that was in his reach. This was the first time he had been treated like this in his life. Qian Kun, the  one born with a golden spoon in his mouth, was most probably richer than the lady that dared to look down at him.

“Damn it!” He growled loud enough for the people in the street to keep looking at the scene that wasn’t ending with how angry Kun had gotten.

“Sir, we’d appreciate it if you moved out of the way.” The doorman continued with the attack.

“I’m a guest here!” Kun finally yelled, demanding his usual respect. “I’ll let Kim Junmyeon-ssi know about your ineptitude.” Kun added, taking the revolving door and walking to the reception desk where he found you unhappy about him coming right towards you.

“Hello, again…” You greeted.

“What just happened?” He asked confidently, pressing his hands on the counter. “You think that with that apology I’ll let this slip?”

You exhaled coming closer to him. “Please don’t cause a scene, this is a 5 star hotel.”

“Oh.” Kun also came closer, startling you. “I didn’t know, is it really?”

You then took in his facial features. Despite the sweat, that didn’t make the picture bad at all, you discovered that you were in front of a very handsome and attractive man, it all culminated when you saw a little beauty spot under his eyebrow when he croaked it teasingly.

“Please take your leave.” You tried again.

“Weren’t you just seconds ago begging me not to cause a scene so you didn’t lose your job? What has changed? That the bitch left so you don’t care anymore?”

“Please.” You tried again.

“Un-fucking-beliabable!” Kun held his head in shock and disbelief running his fingers through his hair nervously. “I too am a guest!” He slapped the counter with both hands, this time the other receptionists heard as well as some guests.

“What seems to be the problem here, sir?” Your supervisor asked, Kun then felt sorry for you when he saw the panic in your face.

“I-” You tried.

“It’s alright. I’m a bit agitated, not miss-.” Kun narrowed his eyes to read your nametag. “Miss ___’s fault. All good.”

“Please ___, guide the guest to our restaurant.” Your supervisor extended his arm. “Brunch is on us, and I apologise on behalf of ___ if she has caused you any disturbance.”

“Not at all.” Kun shook his hands in front of him. “It must be the sun, it’s quite hot outside.”

“Certainly, sir.” He smiled. “We hope you have a pleasant stay at Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa.”

You bowed at your supervisor, extending your own arm for Kun to follow you. “This way please.”

Kun followed you checking you out, liking what he saw, admittedly. “Is this the only way you function? By yelling and threatening? It’s a pity, if you asked me.” You looked at him trying to hold your tears in. “Good to know that some people still only work when threatened or yelled at, I’ll keep that in mind.” Kun continued, and that’s when your first tear rolled off your eye.

“Here’s the restaurant, sir. You may ask for anything you fancy for brunch.” You bowed, making sure he didn’t see your tears.

“I don’t want brunch.” Kun aired. “I’m not hungry.”

“Very well, sir, you may avail of the invitation for any day during your stay.” You tried to act as professional as you could, but this gorgeous man was making it impossible.

“Alright, now escort me to my room.” Kun demanded.

You bit on your lower lip not understanding this request. Yes, he might be a guest, but he didn’t buy you.

You bowed, extending your arm for him to lead the way. You walked next to him towards the elevator. When you got inside you wiped your tears before facing him and after he pressed on the button to his room.

“I apologise for earlier. It really wasn’t my intention. It was all a misunderstanding.”

“You were judging me because I’m wearing my running gear and I’m sweaty. It doesn't speak highly of you.” Kun crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m the owner of a big conglomerate in China, buying a hotel like this is spending peanuts for me, but I didn’t know that you’d judge me for my clothing, so how does it feel to boss you around like this? Not very nice, right?”

You bowed a polite 90º bow apologising earnestly. “I’m really sorry, please forgive my insolence.”

“Stand straight.” Kun ordered. “I really don’t like to use my position to intimidate people. It’s not like me at all, but you really got on my nerves earlier.”

You straightened yourself, fanning yourself to avoid getting more anxious. You then saw your reflection on the mirror noticing that your eyeliner had smudged and you now looked like a panda.

“It’s alright, I can give you some tissues from my room.” Kun offered, smiling when he saw your panicked face when you saw your new look.

“Thank you, mister-”

“Kun! Qian Kun!” He smiled widely, brightening the day and the whole universe.

When you arrived on his floor, he did actually extend his arm for you to go out before him gentlemanly. You smiled back at him embarrassed of how you looked like an alien panda criminal versus how he looked like a god drenched with all that holy water sweat.

As you walked through the corridor, you saw one of the housekeepers trolley in front of a room next to the cloakroom, you couldn’t see who was walking behind the trolley, but instinctively you hid behind waiting for whoever it was to pass as you bowed so he wouldn’t see the unasked for art in your face.

“Kim Junmyeon!” You whispered-shouted to yourself gasping when you recognised his voice.

You looked around panicking and nothing came to mind other than entering the small cloakroom and closing the door, forgetting your VIP guest Qian Kun standing dumbfounded. He did see the panic in your actions, so he decided to open the cloakroom and watch your mortified look to try and understand your weird behaviour.

“What on earth are you actually doing?” He questioned, puzzled, scrunching his nose.

“Please close the door!”

“Why?”

“The big boss!” You exaggeratedly pointed at your face. “He can’t see me like this. Please close the door.”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure if w-” Kun was cut off when you pulled him in without thinking of the reprocoations.

It was dark and very small place. Your bodies were pressed against each other and your faces were mere centimetres away. The only source of lighting were the small ventilation openings at the bottom of the door where you had your eyes fixated on, unknowing of the magnitude of the situation you put yourself in.

“And you think this is better than having the boss seeing you with smudged mascara?” Kun whispered, his breath hitting your neck forcing you to look at him.

“I- Oh my god!” You covered your mouth with your hand at the realisation. “I’m so sorry.” You tried bowing but your head bumped into Kun’s.

“Please don’t make this worse than it already is. You have me kidnapped in a cloakroom, we don’t want accidents.” He felt his head with his hand.

“Does it hurt?” You asked genuinely worried, feeling his hand with yours. “I’m sorry.” You flinched when you touched his skin embarrassed.

“How many times did you apologise today?”

“It’ll just be a moment.” You looked at the opening again showing Kun how unaffected you were when you suggested staying, despite the proximity of your bodies.

“Tell me, how did you think this was a good idea? I mean I’m a VIP myself. That very exact man you fear so much is actually a good friend of mine, Kim Junmyeon hyung.” Kun related nonchalantly watching how your gaze darted from the bottom of the door to meet his eyes instead. “I could very much just walk out and tell him what you did.” He teased.

Your brain fart was indescribable, because what you did next was even crazier if possible. Both your hands travelled to cover his mouth. You felt those beautiful juicy lips of his at your palm as both yours and Kun’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“I’m sorry. I'm so so so sorry.” You apologised with your hands very much still over Kun’s mouth.

Kun held both your wrists with one hand pulling them down harshly. It was dark, but the frown drawn in his face was very clear. “You keep doing impertinences. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t actually take the liberty to fire you myself, because I swear If Junmyeon hyung hears about this, he will make sure it’s your last day in Korea altogether.” Kun threatened loudly enough for anyone passing by to hear at this point.

“What’s that noise?” Junmyeon asked, halting right in front of the cloakroom.

“What noise?”

“There’s like some rustling sounds. You didn’t hear it, Baekhyun?”

Kun then was the one to cover your mouth with his hand, he thought this could really ruin his reputation and the news would fly to his father faster than lightning. “Stay quiet and stop crying.” He whispered directly onto your ear as he held you in place feeling how you shivered.

“It must be a couple doing things… you know, hyung.” Baekhyun joked.

“Doing things.” Junmyeon repeated, rolling his eyes. “You’re insufferable, Byun Baekhyun.”

You and Kun stayed that way for a few minutes after making sure that they had left. He slowly removed his hands feeling how you shook, alarming even him.

“It’s alright, they’re gone.”

“Mr. Qian.” You blinked a few times, “I feel dizzy.”

“I bet you feel dizzy. What just happened is out of the norm.” He blew some air on your face that you appreciated. “Let’s get out.”

“No, you go. I’ll stay for a few minutes and leave.”

“And your wipe for your makeup?”

“I’ll fix it, don’t worry about me. Thank you so much for not-”

“Forget it. It was exciting and fun.” Kun laughed. “But I insist, come to my room for a moment.”

“No thank you. Please leave.” You declined again.

Why wasn’t Kun leaving? And why was he insisting so much?

“Very well. See you around.” He aired pissed, not understanding why, but pissed nonetheless.

~~~

The skin of his fingertips were getting wrinkled for sure due to staying in the shower this long. Kun was unable to form in his head what had happened that morning. It was bugging him, the fact that you declined his invitation to his room a few times, but you were willingly doing it when he requested to be escorted as a guest. You were indifferent to him, after he knew you saw how handsome he was, after he had told you how rich and close to the man you feared he was. You didn’t try to even get aquantaied to him, nor did you try to beg for forgiveness or even fish for compliments from him. All you cared about was about was Junmyeon and not to get fired, but didn’t you understand that Kun could actually get you fired? Why didn’t you beg more, or be friendlier with him? He was Qian Kun afterall.

“Fuck this!” Kun spoke to himself, turning the water off, finally getting out of the shower.

The bathroom was all fogged out, so he had to wipe the mirror to look at his angered face reflection to make sure this was himself being worked up for something and someone so insignificant as you.

He put on some clothes. Nothing too fancy, just a regular black dress shirt and a pair of jeans. He decided to brush his hair backwards to expose his glorious forehead and deadly eyebrows, leaving one teasing strand of hair in front of him. He put on some moisturiser and decided on a bit of eyeliner himself, not forgetting a little earring in his left ear. Yes, Qian Kun was making an effort to actually check if you’d follow him with your eyes at least.  

He went down trying to think of a scenario or something to talk about. His plan was to go to the reception and ask to talk to you. Or go straight to the restaurant and ask for you…

He walked confidently leaning on the reception counter waiting for anyone to tend to him.

“Hi Mr. Qian.” You greeted when you raised yourself, startling him.

“Fuck!” He gasped, straightening himself. “Where were you?”

“I was checking the cables. Anyways, what can I do for you?” You smiled as if nothing. As if he wasn’t just the most handsome man in the world directing words to you.

“Do you have someone caged in there?” Kun tried to joke looking where you stood, thinking he was the funniest man of his generation, but you didn’t laugh or even smile.

“What can I do for you?” You reiterated.

“When do you finish your shift?”

You looked right and left thinking if this was a test. “At 8 PM.” You replied.

“Have dinner with me.”

“I’m afraid that’s against the policy, sir.” You declined politely.

“I didn’t mean in the hotel. I’ll wait for you when-”

“That is not what I meant sir, we strictly are not allowed to… do such things with guests.”

“Says who? Junmyeon hyung? I’ll call him.” Kun smiled making your knees wobble taking in the whole look and how would a man like this even think to make eye contact with you the way he did.

“That won’t be necessary. I do not wish to dine with you Mr. Qian.”

Kun gulped confused, nodding exaggeratedly. “Oooh, that way.”

“Precisely.” You added feeling how your wording was like a slap to the ever so great Qian Kun, the young, handsome and rich Chinese businessman.

“I didn’t mean it to be romantic.” Kun tried to improvise to save some of his pride. “I was just curious about you. I mean, you have to admit you’re quite out of the ordinary, but of course I would understand if you have a significant other, it would be quite awkward.”

“I don’t have a significant other, in fact I have no time for that. All I want is to work and make ends meet.”

“I see.” Kun nodded, feeling tiny for the first time in his life.

“Do you like working here? I see your Korean is quite good, would you be interested in working for me in Fujian? We always need languages. And, where are you from? How old are you?”

“Mr. Qian.” You stopped him. “Are you asking for my age and if I’d like to work for you?” You made a face. “If you’ll excuse me, I actually do need to tend to other guests. It was a pleasure meeting you again.”

You moved from his side to greet a family that was checking in. You had fulminated Qian Kun where he didn’t know how to start picking up the pieces. He was questioning if he had something stuck in his teeth or if he still smelled bad. Qian Kun felt like an ant stepped by you wondering why you hadn’t given him one of those smiles you gave the new guests.

Kun was hearing his very own heavy breathing trying to ignore what just happened. He needed to redeem himself, but he knew that it was also clever to retreat when he had lost.

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