Tailored Temptation · Y/n story by @allypaytonn

KQ Entertainment’s main practice studio on a Tuesday afternoon. The air is thick with the scent of coffee, sweat, and the faint, clean smell of new fabric. The final, pulsing beats of the Bouncy choreography track fade out, replaced by the heavy breathing of eight men and the rustle of clothes as they slump against the mirrors.

San

Wiping his forehead with the hem of his shirt, he grins toward the door.

All eyes follow his to the doorway. She’s leaning against the frame, a garment bag slung over one shoulder, a tablet in the other hand. Ash-blonde curls frame a face set in a look of mock disapproval.

Allison Valeria Xiomara Rodriguez

If you’d stop dying and start changing, we could get this done before midnight. Her eyes sweep the room, landing on one figure still standing in the center, catching his breath. Starting with you, Jongho. I need to see how the jacket moves on a body that isn’t collapsed on the floor.

Jongho

He meets her gaze, his expression unreadable as he runs a hand through his damp hair. A faint smirk touches his lips.

Wooyoung

From his spot on the floor, he stage-whispers to Yeosang.

Allison

She strides into the room, the heels of her boots clicking on the polished floor. She unzips the garment bag, revealing a structured black jacket with sharp, military-inspired lines.

She holds it out. The studio lights gleam off the dark fabric. The other members watch, a silent, amused audience, as Jongho takes the jacket from her hands. Their fingers don’t brush. It’s a deliberate, careful pass. He shrugs it on over his practice tank.

Allison

She circles him, a critic assessing a sculpture. Her fingers reach out, adjusting a shoulder seam, then smoothing the line down his back. Her touch is professional, precise. Her voice drops, just for him.