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Jae's eyelids slowly close, letting out a rough sigh that twists into a near derisive noise of pity. His shoulders do not slump nor droop pathetically, neither visibly wilting in the face of such an accusation he'd pieced together from Jinu's words. If anything, they tighten with a visible astriction, steel all the harder with authority as Yoon pushes himself to his feet with a sharp click of his custom-designed dress heels.
"Damn, even I'm fucking impressed... Who needs Netizens ripping me to pieces when I've got you. You have everything figured out, huh? Yeah, that's absolutely why I took such a keen interest in you and your group- You're so right. Because even someone like me sees actual merit in losing hours of sleep, having zero personal life, and putting my lot in with a bunch of monsters all for some fleeting taste of fame and adoration I clearly deserved back when I was in your shoes. You got me," he chuckles with a thick, heavy voice- The CEO's scathing inflection honed to maim and his sarcasm rendered sharp enough to physically carve choice pieces of meat from the other male's taller frame.
Whether the front man didn't actually realize it, or willingly chose to ignore it, his boys had already established a bond that went beyond the superficial with Jae-hyo and he'd chosen to accept that willingly. Perhaps he and Jinu were too similar in that respect, seeing the one's own nature reflected in such exacting and unpleasant detail would make anyone raise their proverbial hackles and lash out in a contrary fit of spite.
"My trust was freely offered, because your boys earned it, and it was hard fucking won on their parts. I don't stick my neck out for any sob story who shows up whining at my doorstep, even you should be aware of that much about me. I'm not a charity and I'm not putting out just because you're throwing a tantrum and seem to think you're the only person in the entire world who's ever been screwed over and is still pissed off about it."
Not recognizing or perhaps not caring how much he was shove his foot down his mouth, Jinu just chuckled, poofing in a rush of dark pink smoke, only to appear crouching with all manner of disrespect on the other office desk, quirking his head this way and that with a sort of serpentine grace. "...Oh no, sir. You certainly see everything with far more clarity than me, don't you? Understand every word, do you?"
He scoffed again, before disappearing in another poof of smoke, before leaning against the door frame in the distance.
"Let the boys do as they wish. They follow the path I've carved, and they like me have welcomed your help and support, manager." he retorted, taking a breath and letting it out slowly. He shook his head, more of his burning emotions seeping out bit by bit, his shame mixing with the emotions he was feeding upon less and less. "I don't see what more your expecting of me, other than to fulfill YOUR expectations, like I would see to it the others fulfill MINE."
He observed Jae for a few silent moments, sifting through the mood left, until he just didn't want to sense or taste it any longer. It had soured, and it was not a twist of flavor he longed to consume anymore.
The words that came next were a performance, and a weak one at that--layered with flecks of disrespect, mocking, and a sense of indifference of a man who simply wanted to wash his hands of whatever he'd gotten into. For Jinu, it was simply this moment--this moment he'd allowed to overcome all his reasonable thought, for once overtaking his control and good sense, and allowing his emotions to drive him to something he wanted. How foolish of him.
He half bowed, the lack of depth in the action show only a little over half the respect he should for a manager, as he said, "I apologize for my thoughtless actions, and my poorly made assumptions. I regret the lack of value in the trust you're expecting. I will deem to do better, sir. I won't desecrate your office any further."
He stayed half bowed, a weak grin one his face, while his patterns pulsed like a faint heartbeat as a familiar, ever grating burning energy was growing in him again. It was louder than the fire, and the thoughts that had led to them. Jinu felt bitter he'd allowed himself to acquire yet another layer of shame. What shame should he feel? Shame in even thinking for a second this was a good idea. He had a plan, a very careful plan, and every single one of them was a tool.
He couldn't forget that. No matter how warm that heat might be. No matter how he remembered it in the moments of hard work and tired hours with his boys, nor how he'd felt it brewing for the human before him.
"Advice, sir? In your senior experience over my own, I would do well to follow your suggestions." he looked up through dark, side swept bangs.
Dark eyes rendered to an exacting sharpness that were only further enhanced by carefully perfected wings of liquid liner begin to narrow dangerously, a cold rage beginning to crawl icy paths through his bloodstream. If anything, Jinu's poorly chosen words make his grip intensify, blunt diamond-hard edges of manicured and buffed nails stamping half-moon bruises into the demon's skin.
"I never once said I wasn't attracted- That doesn't mean I'm okay with just spreading my legs and letting you fuck me in my office, where I do actual work," Jae-hyo growls tersely, trying to tamp down the immediate disgust and countless lousy associated memories springing to the forefront of his mind. He's pulling further away from Jinu not just physically, but emotionally- Souring that once fluid and willing exchange of emotional energy to the point it was beginning to feel painful. It was building into something unpleasant that collected in his joints and cramped his muscles, made his gut churn in protest the longer the other male attempted to consume the now negatively charged feelings and mostly self-directed loathing that Yoon was suffering from.
Channeling the majority of his defensive rage, the CEO plants his open palm into Jinu's sternum and bodily forces him backwards with a rough shove. He can't meet his gaze, keeping his line of sight trained on the floor as he straightens out his clothing with almost brusque movements.
"One moment- I can read you like an open book, then the next I can't parse anything at all... I don't know. I can't feel out the seams between who you are and the image you project. It's not like you have to explain anything or tell me everything about you, but there has to be some measure of actual trust. And it has to be reciprocal."
Jae hoped that was enough to get his point across, as he's really not in the mood to have to break out a white board and illustrate the basic concept of needing that assurance. Considering what Jinu knew about his past and infamous status in the idol industry, should this really have been such an unexpected surprise for him? He really just felt vaguely insulted and disrespected.
That first, sharp statement held a heaviness in its subtext as well as in the emotions that draped from each sound and from Jae-Hyo's very form, and with a deep breath through Jinu's nose he drank it in, testing it, savoring it with less fervor than before, feeling out the taste on his tongue.
He didn't seek to echo the darkness of Jae's past, no. However, this moment had been a long time coming, that he knew. It had been pouring out heavier, brewing hotter for weeks, days on end, and now at the cusp, he stops it...? For what? Because he needs to know what about Jinu?
As he was shoved back, the cursed divine beast gave a hissed scoff, taking an extra step back more than where he'd been shoved. He looked Jae up and down. "Trust?" he chuckled
"You want to read my feelings, drink it in, to know whether each action with me is worth it?" the harsh, sharply shaped marks scaring his body in purple and faintly glowing pink. "Is this your moment to confess you want to take my place?"
Making light, he shook his head, body and mined still brimming with heat, but it was slowly and then rapidly dimming as he stood there, and he lazily fixed his clothes then. "One thing you can trust from me...in the end, all you can do is fight for what you hunger for, because nothing is ever earned any other way. Trust isn't worth my fight... So tell me, why should I bother?"
When heโd met Si-yun, he hadnโt even physically transitioned yet. There were already five or six members of the group he was assembling, but the CEO had personally seen this complete strangerโs choreography videos to old classics: Mirotic, Lucifer, Sexy Free & Single, Fire, Abracadabra, Fiction. Even the very first short heโd ever uploaded, very amateur footage of dance moves heโd performed to Bad Girl Good Girl. The offer was tempting, if not for the obvious- Which heโd been unerringly transparent about. Heโd been expecting rejection, the money and benefits rescinded.
Whatever name you want, choose something you like- So long as you sign up under this label and none other.
Jae should have known, right then and there, that he was signing his own death warrant. But heโd been fifteen and desperate to carve out any kind of life for himself that didnโt end with getting booted from the orphanage and starving in a gutter- Or under a bridge, some sad little nest piled together from flattened down cardboard and convenience store food wrappers.ย
The spotlights were always too warm, it was tough and difficult work, but it had all been theirs. The collective prayers, the sleepless nights, the bandaged wounds on the soles of their feet. Yoon had watched as their lead dancer hadnโt just split his toenail, but cracked it wide open. The broken pieces came off as fragile and brittle as the thinnest lip of a crumbling seashell.
Even with all of the creams and serums and sleeping masks, his features were too sharp and severe to really be ideal, but there was that rough hewn glimpse of darkness leering there in the depths of umber eyes far too jaded to be some chaebolโs kid. They always snapped photos of him when they thought he wasnโt looking, thick ebony hair and an oversized athletic shirt plastered to the back of his neck and the broad wings of his back, slanting beams of fiery orange-red slicing through the particles drifting in the fading light as they continued practicing.
After everyone had turned in, Si-yun would send him to some local herbalist, an elderly woman with loose flaps of dark and enriched skin ruffling around her throat. The tiniest little folded envelope pressed into the center of his open callused palm, like a charm or a spiritual token required to keep the spell from breaking. Heโd habitually imbibe the contents with boricha, lest the sourness turn the contents of the stomach, allowing the sedationโs python-like heaviness to coil thick around his neck and shoulders, dragging him down into malformed dreams tinged with pain as scars upon scars accumulated- Not shallow divots where his naturally warm-tanned skin remained puckered by the cigaretteโs ashen kiss, but cratered in like an old pothole plaguing an abandoned road. The way voices always rang out hollow in his ears, as if reading along from a badly edited script, except when they jolted out of the throat like a motorcycleโs exhaust backfiring. Jae had always wanted to strangle them to death, flaying their rotten souls out of their French caviar and Hokkaido uni-stuffed bodies with the sheer venomous indictment of his gaze filled to the brim with unvoiced hatred.
It still hadnโt hit him, not really- The hotelโs moonlight hallways made of single-serve pudding and soft blue-tinged gelatin that buckled and bowed inwards with every step. He hadnโt turned his phone off, so much as lobbed it like a discus from an Olympic medalistโs rock-hard and muscle laden arm. Jae-hyo didnโt even hear the splash over the rush of churning water, gray-slate and probably toxic with the cityโs refuse and hazardous chemical overspill leaking and flavoring the river with its pollution.
Hey. if we all hate him, itโs okay if he dies right?
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Idk why he even struggles trying to seem relevant these days ใ ใ ใ
ใ ใ awful singer, even worse dancer
The parents that abandoned him are def very proud now ^^
โThe kind of life I want to live isnโt even that big of a deal. I just want to work hard and have that effort acknowledged. Have fun, maybe. But something thatโs so normal for othersโฆ Shouldโa figured itโs beyond my reach,โ he sighs aloud, laughing under his breath.ย
Would have made a good note, had he thought it up like, two hours earlier.ย
The phone had glided with the passion and intensity it was given flight, caressing the waters when it made contact until it bounced and such deep. The water slowly crept into its weak spots, before it seeped in all at once. It consumed, it filled it up and corrupted the power and circuits with its once pure flow. Now, it it was strangled and choked with so much that was unwelcome, and the item drown now just another piece carefully flung.
The words were fading, but the water might just remember, as it remembered it all.
There was nothing but the sound of rushing water, as the sole figure stood overlooking the rush and clash, contemplation and so many desperate emotions singing out a great, loud song.
"Hmm..." a voice came from behind the one littering in the water, just standing to the side of him, as if bringing sound to the contemplative stance. The figure looked on with deep, dark eyes, framed by graceful, black bangs falling about. His hands were stowed in his pockets, and he'd only stand a few inches taller than the man he was encroaching on the private moment of, but he was standing on a few stones as if to make himself taller.
"...Hey.... if we all hate him, itโs okay if he dies right...?" he echoed the words consumed within the waters before them, and his eyes finally flitted to the other man. "You people these days... You truly have forced belief in power of words over effort... You let them form into pillars or shackles, and act as if you can't break it all with your action. It's rather...pitiful. About as pitiful as the flow of trash before you...don't you think?"
He pulled a hand from his pocket then, suddenly holding the phone that should have sunk deep, rushed far away in the dark waters. He waved it about, before opening it up, tapping at it as if trying to check the contents.
Jae and Mystery continued from Here || @gcldfanged
The elbow should have caused him to draw back, immediately on defensive, whether he might feel at fault or not. It would have, any other time. But this was a breaking point that Iseul could no longer control. The figure known to the masses as Mystery kept aligned with such a moniker, usually. Drawn to the corners, not in the full glorious view of the lime light, never clear but always there.
Never at the forefront, but always watching. Watching Baby be built and settled into where he could be most comfortable and fulfilled. Jinu's every complicated need and level to persona was met with meticulous attention. Abby was given the perfect praise, suitable to his wants but needs as well. Romance was challenged, as he should be, and rose in different ways to each new challenge.
And Mystery watched.
He was tired of watching....tired of tasting the desire, but never consuming it like the others. Tired of craving so much but never seeming to finding the right grasp on the present to pull himself into the right light. It had been days on end, his desire for attention, for fulfilment, for the challenge that was their Manager, for all that he could give and he could never meet. Tired of it.
As Jae recognized the presence behind him, Iseul's efforts increased, moving faster yet more irratically. One hand stayed on his hip, but the other wrapped around Jae's waist to ensure he kept him close, in place. He didn't want him to escape. No matter how horrendous, how unworthy the demons was beneath the silken curtain, beneath the mask, he just wanted...he just wanted, and he couldn't stop wanting.
Faintly feeding on the others reactions, he was more intent on anchoring himself with his fangs, and rolling and rutting his hips. He needed. He was chasing it faster and faster, lapping at the red dripping off the others warm, delectable flesh and muscle of his shoulder.
He growled when Jae fought, only to whine when his hard cock ached and throbbed with increasingly pleasure. Rough thrusts deepened the pleasure, circling his hips heightened it, and his fingers would caress and grip at the flesh of his waist, his hip, his stomach as he kept at it. He might regret much of this after the fact, might feel a weight from the anger in Jae's voice, might brew new shame stronger than what panted his flesh in faintly glowing marks, but for this moment, all he could think, feel, and be was the restless, needy movement of his hips. Jae was warm, he was firm, he was delicious, and at least for this singular moment, Mystery could make him his.
Romance/A-Ji and Baby/Jeong-hun continued from Here || @lomaensev
Jeong-hun just stared bad after that singular, ridiculous noise, his gaze just as unimpressed as the other, though with his own cold layer to it. He suckled on his sucker for a moment, before popping it out, holding it between them, before popping A-Ji in the forehead with it.
"That was shit. Try again."
He returned the sucker to it's rightful place, arms crossing and quirking his head.
"...And here I thought you took pride in your performances."
If Jinu wanted to be punished, well. There are a couple blaring signals in the back of his more immediately pressing desires, passing themselves off as 'needs' at present, but despite his own interest in the demon clinging to his torso and clawing nails along the sweeping lines of his back musclesโฆ It feels good- Good to feel wanted, as if his partner can't survive without him on the same basic level as requiring oxygen in his lungs to breathe. But he's witnessed Jinu's protean nature, how easily he could adapt and reshape himself into a coveted ideal. Handsome, perhaps too good-looking to be considered a true 'boy next door' type, but he made the maintenance of his own appearance seem effortless- Perhaps it was an actual glamour effect and Yoon was embracing some being that strayed far beyond mortal comprehension in both physical form and cognizance. He couldn't say that possibility turned him off entirely, in some sick way- He'd always entertained a strange obsession with the macabre, anything lurid to the senses to the point it bordered on fetishizing grotesquerie.
Jae-hyo recalled an instance where his lighter stubbornly refused to ignite. It was as routine as brushing his teeth, or completing steps to his skincare menu- carefully dousing the wick in naphtha. He'd kept his living conditions sterile enough to rival a lab, the way he meticulously cleaned as he worked. A habit picked up from his culinary interests, keeping quick and efficient, always managing to sweep green waste into a bin with his bench scraper or wiping down the cutting board before resuming.
It had been intimate, some random private moment shared between them in a less traveled and secluded hallway. The offered blue flame that sparked to sudden and virulent life within dark-tipped claws, its eerie sheen refracting off of almost violently hued marks snaking over every inch of Jinu's pale skin. A molten tongue of fire blooming between them and wavering, shuddering with every subtle direction of air coming in through the building's grated vents or inhale slowly taken through slightly parted lips. Its brilliance had devoured his vision, narrowed everything down to that singular beacon symbolizing a world he was not meant to traverse- At least, not yet. His old world tobacco smoke had wavered dry and acrid, his breath still satiny and damp from the carefully picked young leaves that he'd exactingly steeped at specific temperatures that wouldn't drag out the most flavor unpleasantly, with a bitterness- But allow to sweetly and soddenly saturate the clear filtered water he only ever used for his teas.
The CEO remained a mere two or so inches shorter than the troublesome leader he'd decided to take on beneath his wings, and yet due to his... experiences, still managed to soar far above him in terms of knowing those unspoken rules. The strategies needed to survive. The sinuous ways in which he moved and held his body, the enunciation and emphasis placed on particular vowels drawn out slow and patient- dragging redder, darker, and softer than the spilled blood creating a thin streak of crimson from the plushness of his lower lip. The deeper rasp of his voice, how it dropped lower by several octaves when Jinu's grip hooked beneath his crooked knee and dragged him down into the upward surge of his eager hips grinding into the damp fold stitched along the inseam of his slacks. There wasn't really a great deal to camouflage what laid between his thighs. He could persuade himself that this meant nothing- Possibly even deign to believe it.ย
Jae's eyes shine like dark woad framed by curled lashes, his own fingers slimmer and sleeker but far rougher and steely from calluses and scars, even burn marks. His mouth slants over Jinuโs, feeling the luscious heat of the other manโs tongue slide over the smear of vital red staining his lips like painted rouge. His forearm doesnโt just flex, but turns into tightly-braided kevlar, the snap of his bony wrist a quicksilver glint in the dark between them. Not exploring nor demanding, blind and selfish and hungry for what strained beneath his jeans, but the sobering and firm halt of his grip around his partnerโs fingers to forcibly STILL him into inaction.ย
Like a dog being swatted across the nose with a rolled up newspaper- No pain, but it was a warning. A hard earned lesson in restraint.
โJinuโฆโย
The consonants rolling off the tongue like velvet, but thereโs an edge to it- Stark and foreboding, a hazardous pictogram in the form of his name.
The heat had dissolved all logical thought, emotional and technical. Like poison slipped into wine, it had seeped and vanished, even if it permeated through the liquid desire between them. And Jinu was okay with that. He was so fucking okay with it, too okay with it. But he could taste all the layers to Jae's emotions, new and familiar, more layers slipping in--oh this new one, it was steely, it was bitter yet held a warm aftertaste. The resolve surging to bring about Jae's soon-to-be actions was a nice swirl on Jinu's tongue, tying with the harsh but treasured taste of blood on cushioned lips and needy tongues.
His mouth was becoming painted with just as much of that stark red, and something about the idea of Jae staining him in such a way made him hungrier--how could he feel so many damn forms hunger for one human?
His mind flooded with so many questions, but didn't cling to the will to grasp the answers. The moment they arose, they soon dissolved with rest. Everything was fading into the warm tonic, seeping into this singular moment. That is, until it froze completely.
Jae's grasp on his wrist, and that clear tone to his voice, however delicious that sting of threat was, still snapped him frustratingly, fully into focus. Heavy lids barely opened fully as his gaze narrowed on the others face, mouth half stained in faint red. His claws still clung, threatening even more to dig into flesh. He was hard, and he was frustrated, and he couldn't focus as clearly and enjoyably on his feeding at this moment as he tried to make sense why they had stopped at all.
"...What...?" he muttered, voice gruff with the neediness permeating his existence. He studied his features, eyes flitting back and forth as he took in his look and the meanings he could try to find in the pulls of his face muscles, tinted with the feelings drowning them. Jae was feeling so much, it was hard to figure what was the focus right now. "You're not about to lie to me that you don't want this, are you?"
