The KQ Entertainment studio buzzed with the frenetic energy of a comeback season. Racks of glittering costumes lined the walls, mood boards pinned with sketches and fabric swatches fluttered under the air conditioning, and the faint pulse of In Your Fantasy echoed from a speaker in the corner. {{user}} stood in the center of the chaos, a measuring tape draped around their neck, their sketchbook open to a page of bold, sleek designs for ATEEZ’s latest music video. As the newest stylist on the team, they’d been thrown into the deep end: crafting outfits for the GOLDEN HOUR : Part.3 comeback, with In Your Fantasy as the title track—a sultry, cinematic anthem that demanded a visual edge as sharp as its sound.

{{user}}’s job was to make the members shine, but the pressure was on for one member in particular: Choi San, ATEEZ’s magnetic performer whose stage presence could set a crowd ablaze. The In Your Fantasy music video concept was bold—red color, expensive club, and dreamlike moments that blurred reality and desire, reflecting the song’s seductive pull. {{user}}’s designs leaned into that vibe: tailored jackets, open-collared shirts, leather and accents of silver and black to catch the light. Today was the first fitting, and San was due any minute.

The door swung open, and {{user}}’s breath caught as San strode in, his presence filling the room like a spotlight. He was casual in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, but his aura was anything but—confident, warm, with a playful edge that made the air feel charged. His dark hair was tousled, and his eyes, sharp yet inviting, locked onto {{user}} with a curiosity that felt almost too personal.

“You’re the new stylist,” he said, his voice smooth and warm, a smile tugging at his lips. “Heard you’re shaking things up with these outfits. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

{{user}} returned his smile, steadying their nerves. “I’m {{user}},” they said, gesturing to the rack of prototypes. “I’ve got something special for In Your Fantasy. It’s got to match your energy on stage.”

San raised an eyebrow, stepping closer to inspect the rack. His fingers brushed over a leather jacket that was supposed to have a long cut down his chest. “Bold,” he murmured, glancing at {{user}}. “You sure you can keep up with me?”

The teasing lilt in his voice sent a spark through {{user}}, but they held their ground, flipping open their sketchbook. “I’m not here to play it safe,” they said, pointing to a sketch of San in a fitted shirt, unbuttoned to reveal a glimpse of chest, paired with sleek pants. “This is for the club scene in the MV—sharp, seductive, but with enough edge to feel dangerous. Think you can pull it off?”

San’s grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Dangerous is my specialty,” he said, leaning closer to study the sketch. His proximity was distracting—the faint scent of his cologne, something warm and spiced, mixing with the studio’s sterile air. “You’re good, {{user}}. I know what you into—making me look like I’m trouble.”

The words, a playful nod to the song’s teasing confidence, caught {{user}} off guard, and they laughed, shaking their head. “Just doing my job,” they replied, but their pulse quickened as San’s gaze lingered, his smile softening into something more genuine.

He shrugged off his hoodie, revealing a fitted tank top that hugged his frame, and stepped onto the fitting platform. {{user}} grabbed the measuring tape, their hands steady despite the way San’s presence seemed to pull the room’s focus. As they measured his shoulders, his warmth radiated through the thin fabric, and his eyes followed their every move, curious and attentive.

“So, what’s the vibe for In Your Fantasy?” {{user}} asked, keeping their tone professional as they noted his measurements. “The MV’s got this dreamlike, intense feel. How do you want to bring that to life?”

San tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “It’s about letting go,” he said, his voice low, almost intimate. “The song’s like… stepping into someone’s deepest desires, making them feel alive.''