#[ venusorbits 🪐 double take series ]

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DOUBLE TAKE | CHAPTER ONE

pairing ; cho gue sung ( 조규성 ) x female! supermodel! british-asian! reader

summary ; You have been invited once again to the Korean TV programme 'I Live Alone' alongside the World Cup Heartthrob, Cho Gue Sung ( 조규성 ). Simple guests, who had to take double takes from each other, who could have seen it coming? No one was. Certainly, neither were the both of you.

genre ; romance, fluff, established relationship ( by second chapter cause i hate writing slow burn, i like reading them though ), angst.

masterlist

❝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 chic 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. 

“자��야, 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.

[venusorbits]

DOUBLE TAKE | CHAPTER TWO

pairing ; cho gue sung ( 조규성 ) x female! supermodel! british-asian! reader

summary ; You have been invited once again to the Korean TV programme 'I Live Alone' alongside the World Cup Heartthrob, Cho Gue Sung ( 조규성 ). Simple guests, who had to take double takes from each other, who could have seen it coming? No one was. Certainly, neither were the both of you.

genre ; romance, fluff, established relationship ( by second chapter cause i hate writing slow burn, i like reading them though ), angst.

masterlist

❝When you put your arms around me, you let me know there’s nothing in this world I can’t do❞

How did it all begin? Well, you know it all too well, like the back of your hand. You could write a whole novel about it and you could confidently recite word for word if someone dared ask you to, that's how well you know your story. From the dialogue. The finer details even.

Clammy hands. Anxious heart. Teeth gnashing on your lips. You waited patiently outside the restaurant where you agreed to meet, you stood despite the harsh winds and cold nipping your face. He was nowhere to be seen yet. Of course, he wouldn't be. You showed up almost half an hour before the set time, you were that nervous.

You want to leave a remarkable impression, but you're afraid that you'll be too lax and end up being extremely late, he'll be the one who’ll end up waiting for what will feel like endless hours in this weather.

Gue Sung calls out your name as he spots you in the midst of sprinkling soft snow. In his hand was a floral bouquet, unique impressive unique and special soft petaled blooms of tulips displayed, from baby pinks to almost an off-white colour tied together in a flushed salmon silk ribbon, multi-layered in rich waves of elegant thin veiled tissue paper to pattern flower wrapping paper. 

You stood stiffly, stunned. So was he. Well, perhaps it wasn’t only you who apparently felt extremely on edge.

“Hey. You’re early.” You state. Voice shaky. Tugging on the sleeves of your beige trench coat.

“I could say the same thing about you.” Gue Sung hands you the flowers which you gratefully take from him. He nudges his arm out for you silently for you to take, flustered, lacing and locking arms with him, “Let’s go?”

The date went well; it was a romantic candlelit dinner, candles burned brightly in the middle of the table, and a live band softly played jazz music aiding with the rather intimate setting. Couples were on a date and some perhaps celebrated their many years together.

That night nothing but joyous and cheeks strained from grinning the whole night. You eased up a lot more as jokes were thrown, the conversation flowed smoothly, and there was never a moment where you found yourself in an awkward silence where it resorted to awkward staring with some uncomfortable tight-lipped smile. Nursing the glass of red wine instead of trying to engage in some poor attempt at a meaningful conversation.

No, it felt like the hours you spent were mere minutes. Cut too short. 

Gue Sung was charming. Funny. Everything about his personality glimmered. It poured out like liquid gold. The way, he intensely bore into your eyes, like he was exploring and lost in the faraway galaxy. God, nothing else was sexier in a man than looking at you like you were the only person that existed. 

No questions asked, a second date came around.

Christmas Market. It seems like a good idea and quite romantic, if you might say, you get the chance to walk around and chat. Enjoy each other’s company while staying cosy with a cup of hot chocolate in hand. Still, you aren’t entirely sure as to why celebrating Christmas with a lover is romantic… Perhaps to some, this was the countdown to a new beginning. Something of looking forward to the unforeseen future together? You don’t know. Maybe it’s something you’ll be looking at too

“I don’t think I can finish it all.” You mumbled, eyeing the stall, the sweet aroma of the chocolate wafting. The holiday season didn't cut short; decked out fresh pine trees with luminous colourful lights, mosaic-like Christmas baubles, the mixtures of greens and reds, and peppermint candies. It was Christmas paradise.

“You can take a sip out of mine.” Gue Sung offers as he absentmindedly brushes your strayed hair and tucks it behind your hair, adjusting the neatly folded scarf around your neck ensuring you're all toasty warm.

“You sure?” He nods.

The sweet hot chocolatey beverage kept your hands pleasantly warm from the harsh chilly wintry blow of the wind. The tip of your nose was slightly numb from it. Slowly you take slow sips, the warmth engulfing your throat. Gue Sung was staring at you dreamily like you were stars that dusted the empty midnight skies, you were glimmering, the little scrunch of your nose and eyebrows, a satisfied hum that escaped your lips. It was indescribably adorable.

It felt comfortable, you shared laughter and joys together.

Gue Sung’s reassurance and confidence had you convinced at least he had some knowledge or could hold himself upright on the slippery ice. But here it is, the World Cup Heartthrob clinging onto the side railing of the ice rink. Legs shaking.

You stood aside watching him, bemused by the current phenomenon happening before your eyes. Onlookers watch on and he shoots them all an awkward tight-lipped smile.

“You, okay?”

Gue Sung gave you a stiff nod waving his hand, he notices the abundance of people piling up behind him, who also happen to have the same idea as the man, albeit… They were far better than him. They simply were using the guard rail as some sort of support. You held your hand out, he reaches out for it desperately as he struggled to keep himself upright, almost even falling backwards, as he slowly skidded towards you. 

You were nothing but entertained, he was like a newborn fawn just born to the world learning how to walk for the first time with the way he was stumbling.

“This is funny.” You lightly chuckled.

“No, it’s not.” He huffs, feigning annoyance, although keeping the little playful grin on his lips, keeping it light-hearted.

“It is, you have to admit.” You poke his arm.

“Fine. It is a little funny.” Gue Sung raises his white flag of surrender followed by a little shrug of his shoulder.

You back away slightly though still keeping a tight grip on his hand. Oh, how much you’ll reach for it.

How much you’ll pay for time to stop. It seems like that every time spent time together goes by, hours turn to seconds, and time always flies by. It all came in flashes like reels of movies, but you could still put pieces together, printed polaroid photos that decorated the walls of your mind. He was the best part and the highlights of your favourite film playing before you. 

"Do you want to come in?" It was a simple question that may be. A simple question that has snowballed into a new beginning, leaving unforgettable trails of you and him. May it be the smallest things, but they remind you of you and him.

Heaven has decided your faith for you, and nothing can stop it now. 

Gue Sung was someone you could lean on, during your highs and lows. From your insecurities, the ugly demons of doubt, the intense fears; so terrified you were. You felt that the best thing could just crumble into pieces, evaporate into nothing, and disappear before your eyes. Any possibilities that could just put this relationship to an end. He could just get up and walk away from you.

And worse of all, you’ll have nothing to blame but yourself, when shit hits the fan, you fanned the flames and blew up things out of proportion. You’re the one who burning this whole thing down. You hate it.

“I’m sorry, I’m hurting you. Please don’t go.” You clung onto what felt like the flimsiest string, the only thing that connected you to him, “I’m sorry. I’m letting my head get to me.”

It’s like you were scrambling to clumsily patch everything together, like floodgates that become completely unstoppable,

“It’s all my fault.” You were trying to keep yourself composed but, if you were being honest, you were on the verge of tears. If you cry, it’ll feel like you were guilting him into admission when you were the one to pin the blame to, “I’ll be better. Please stay with me.”

It’s written all over his face, you broke him.

He sighs. You were certain he was going to shrug on his coat, slip on his shoes and gather all his things. You’ll have to embrace the end of what’s between you.

“Come here.” He beckons you over into his arms pulling you right up against his chest and burying your face in the crook of his neck. You held onto him as he would just slip away from your fingertips. Tears soaking on his shoulder, “Why are you thinking that way?”

Gue Sung stands up straight, prying off his shoulder, cradling your face in the palm of his hands as the pads of his thumbs wipe away the strayed tears. He whispers almost painfully. Looking at him, you could see the cracks of wounds from your venomous words.

“You know, I’m all yours. You know, how much I love you. I’m still here and I’m here to say.”

Love wasn’t burning red as you had thought, it was glowing like the golden sunrise.

You start to appreciate the little things about love and relationships. Grand gestures seemed to get a little boring, it almost felt like a showcase; little gestures that included his morning coffee while his wild hair sticking in all kinds of directions while the essence of sleep was still in his eyes, driving you into your photoshoot set, spending your time a little longer in bed talking about mundane things, legs all tangled together, the simple rush of butterflies tickling your stomach and rushing when you see him. You’d get giddy when you see his gorgeous face amongst the crowd.

When you’re drunk on that love; you start to see differently, like you are always wearing these rose-tinted lenses and it felt like a dream. Like starry stars fell into his face that you like to place pecks. When he leans on your shoulder every so softly as he sighs away his exhaustion, there’s a silent agreement, where he seeks your solace and affection in the touch of your hand. Simply cupping his face had him melting under your touch. In a quiet room yet words are spoken.

The saxophone rendition of ‘La Vie En Rose’ plays on the radio; you sway along so gently, with you engulfed safely in his arms. As your window overlooks the shimmering city, up and down of it all, you’d still worship this love even if it’s a false God.