the venom of my ambition, i sharpened
my knife every day. but because of my uncontrollable greed, my knife became dull. i know it all. this love is another name for the d e v i l . ares; / ˈa-rēz /
noun
‹ greek mythology › greek God of war daehwan shin
crowd control
the man before him had taken him to countless fights. they all end the same. &. now , yori still roams the same spots , like a ghost , in a dream , haunting the memories of what could have been. his fingers still curl around the non-existent trigger , his heart still thumps out the syllables of the others as he turns what he believed to be passion into a war cry. ❝ you know someone has to start this shit show off. ❞ his words are slammed together &. his soul is pleading , a sound that is tortured &. thwarted. his wants are foreign &. nameless. he has been ruined in the mirror where the truth plays out. ❝ that is for me to know , &. for you to not. ❞ he is paying in death &. rot &. sin. yori knows not to tell the other that he is bleeding , for the other always know.
just by talking to the younger, daehwan could tell yori have had too much of the pills -- whatever he felt like taking tonight -- that all he could do is roll his eyes at the response he got. yori’s naturally stubborn, that he’s known for years now, and he also know when such stubbornness is amplified by the alcohol and narcotics that the younger have grown so fond dependent of that no matter how hard daehwan tried to hide and tear such things away from him, yori would always seem to find ways to have it back. daehwan’s no innocent when it comes to such either. he have had his fair share of taste of the pills and know well enough when too much is too much, and too much being dangerous to the point of it being fatal -- something that he’s trying hard enough to avoid being the case for yori. so even with such stubbornness and wit to combat him, daehwan’s not one to be easily swayed and instead of thoroughly expressing his disappointment, he brushes it off by letting out a low chuckle. “ yeah, yeah, because everyone wants to pop pills all night, sure, ” he shook his head, letting a small smile shape his lips as he goes on. “ wrong. what’s so bad about me finding out what it is if you already took it? ” daehwan reasoned, a hand then moving to tap yori’s arm before then opening a palm out to him adding, “ now -- are you sharing or do i have to fish them out of your pockets, hm?”
[ @daehwvns ] truth be told , hyeyeon had yet to actually enjoy hong kong. perhaps it was her FAULT , she could’ve taken her newly pocketed one hundred and seventeen million won and gone shopping , or sight seeing — but she had been jet - lagged and exhausted and slept until it was time to get ready for the party , more or less. but now ? she was wishing she hadn’t come. she’d already spent a good portion of the night trying to find lex and getting a HEADACHE but no buzz from champagne , and then mothering yori. the final straw had been when she saw one of her good friends , eden , sneaking off with the man she’d spent most of her evening waiting to talk to. OUCH. a shot of vodka preceded her decision to just leave , but on her way to the door her eyes landed , once again , on daehwan. this time , she decided , she would do what she wanted , and not what might be good for someone else. she approached , tapped the taller one on the shoulder. “ come here often ? ”
he was on his fourth glass of bourbon when he felt like he had to stop asking the bartender to keep them coming in order to keep being functional; not really feeling like facing the consequences of being hungover the next day when he could’ve been spending the time actually having fun around the city for this trip the mastermind set for them. being passed out drunk surely isn’t something that daehwan wanted especially in occasions such as this ( perhaps, contrasting to what others might be planning ) yet he also knew that leaving the bash without feeling even just a little buzzed isn’t an option. so he remains on his spot by the wall, like a spectator waiting for something interesting to happen in the crowd -- which grows smaller as hours pass and people ( mostly in pairs ) started to leave the place to go about their own business. daehwan’s in the middle of taking yet another sip from his glass ( supposedly last for the night ) when he felt the light tap on his shoulder effective enough to catch his attention. turning around, daehwan immediately found himself locking gaze with hyeyeon; amused smile already threatening to shape his lips as he listened to her -- then, he chuckles as words meant to play along her little game already out of his lips before he can stop them. “ not as often as used to -- do you? ” smirk forms on his lips as he finishes his interrupted sip; gaze never leaving her as he shifts his weight comfortably by leaning against the wall.
moonkyu’s heart is pounding against his ribcage at an alarming rate, fingers slightly twitching as his hands hung by his sides. he doesn’t know what he’s doing here, doesn’t understand why he’d even decided to come to the ‘celebration bash’ in the first place, it isn’t him. but instead of having a million and one questions bombarding him about why he didn’t show up, he decided to make an appearance, quickly finding a chair that was secluded & away from all the excitement. moon’s half contemplating if he should leave or not when he notices the person standing in front of him. “o-oh i-” he starts, cheeks turning bright red. “am i- in your w-way?” he asks, glancing up at the other with an apologetic grin. “s-sorry about that i must have zoned out.” the blue-haired male continues, rambling a little too much for his own liking. “are you h-having a good time?”
parties, always the cause of someone’s ecstasy or discomfort, depending on how the person looks at it, and having attended so many of such over the past years, they’re among the things that daehwan could easily find boring if not spent with the right people. he’s not one to say crap that he’s ‘too old’ for such gatherings and yet sometimes, he can’t help but feel as if the phrase applies to him specifically -- even more so, when he’s left alone by the bar; left to his thoughts as he absentmindedly swirl the contents of his glass by moving his hand in a circular motion. it’s when he shifts his gaze to the side that he notices moonkyu, left alone in a corner on his own -- much like himself -- and feeling for the younger, daehwan decides to approach him to keep him company even for just a bit. he brings his half-full glass with him, hand slipping in one of the pockets of his trousers when he halts in front of the other, a greeting already at the tip of his tongue when moonkyu started to speak -- stammer before him, causing for a low chuckle to escape from his lips. “ no, no -- you’re perfectly fine. i was just going to say hi, that’s all. no need to fuss, ” he offers a friendly smile, then shrugging upon hearing moonkyu’s question. “ i mean, it could be better but...the night’s still young, so it’s early to say the party sucks, ” daehwan humored, pausing for a bit before he goes on, “ not really your cup of tea, huh? parties, i mean.”
the figure of himself that he traces in the dark , the night air has set in. the world is spinning &. is not as light as his breath telling himself to care. his face is delicate only with a lot of work &. his eyes are dull , glazed over with intoxication as his fingers in his pocket check to see how many pills are left. ❝ hey , hey come here. ❞ his words are giggles , beautifully crafted he is not. but the way the night paints him , sculpts him , writes him in the stars. that is how he is trying to make himself.
daehwan’s been walking around the suite for a few minutes now; first glass of drink in hand as he scanned the room for one familiar figure he knew would be blending just perfectly fine in the midst of all the extravagance set around him: yori. since retreating in his own suite to take a nap before the event, daehwan hasn’t seen a strand of hair from the younger and he couldn’t help but grow a little concerned regarding his whereabouts. yori’s destructive reckless tendencies will always be one of the few things that could make the male fret and so, he made it a small, personal task to look for the younger; starting by the bar -- where he too got his own glass of drink -- before he started going further into the suite, then finally out into the balcony where he finally found the figure he’d been looking for; by himself, in the dark, as daehwan expected. “ hello to you too, yori, ” his walk slows down as he approached the other, a hint of smile on his face and only when he got close enough do his lips turn down at the corners; a frown suddenly visible upon realizing yori’s state. “ GOD -- why am not surprised to find you already intoxicated not even hours into the event? ” he says, shaking his head as he sets his glass aside, leaning closer to yori to get a better look at him. “ what did you take? --- and how many? ”
he’s been in the penthouse for what feels like hours, yet he hasn’t even started to make good use out of the open bar that gabriel had set up for them. that had to change, soon. so after a brief moment of interacting with his fellow crew members, he makes his way over to the bar, leaning against the counter as his eyes meet one of the members who seems to be waiting for a drink of their own. “up for a drinking game of sorts?” lex challenges with a slight smirk, fingers absentmindedly drumming against the wooden bar-top as he waits for the bartender to take his order. “i’m far too sober for my own good right now, and i’m looking for excuses to get absolutely as trashed as i can, as fast as i can.” the male continues to explain, raising a brow at the other. “what do you say? a little drinking game we both can decide on just to get us both in a far more intoxicated state than this?”
he’s sat on one of the plush bar stools, eyes fixed on the clear liquid being poured into the glass meant to be his in just a few moments. the night has been pretty slow -- for him, at least, and daehwan knows that the only way to actually get it started is by letting in some liquor into his system. in his trance, alexander’s familiar voice pulls him back to reality; a hint of teasing smile already shaping his lips upon hearing the male’s voice. there’s a certain danger in such games but daehwan learned of his limits over the years, though he still goes beyond it when the situation calls for it. however, they’re in hong kong for the sole purpose of having fun; to let loose after a successful heist, and so without hesitation, daehwan responds to the male’s challenge with a “ sure, why not? ” as he finally takes time to look at him. smile widening a little, he says “ you cleaned up well -- who knew you can pull off such a look? ” the teasing evident in his tone before brushing off his own compliment as quick as it came, then adding, “ but you came by at the right time. i was just about to get started on my own.” daehwan shifts a little on his seat to face the other. “ are we doing shots or what? and i’m a little rusty when it comes to drinking games so you better have something fun in mind already. ” .
favorite movie: i really don’t have one but the ones i sometimes find myself rewatching and not getting tired of would be the godfather trilogy, the lord of the rings and titanic (even tho i sometimes think rose is dumb and annoying as hell lmao)
favorite show: shameless, the vampire diaries, game of thrones (still salty about the ending tho), the walking dead, vikings, the last kingdom, showtime’s borgias (i love period dramas so), sherlock, stranger things, coffee prince and boys over flowers lol
hey guys, i’m june! i’m 21, from the pst and my pronouns are she/her! my son here, daehwan, is a mix of beauty and chaos because...well, he’s beautiful but has a lot of issues deep down lol. if any of y’all would be down to have something going on with daehwan, just send me an IM or like this post and i’ll message you instead! under the cut is his story so far :)
( min yoongi, cismale, he/him, twenty-seven ) — daehwan shin, better known to the media as ares has been working for the yōkai for around 6 years. rumor has it, he can be insightful & plucky but also blunt & virulent which is why he makes the perfect crowd control.
** daehwan’s mask looks like this -- basically inspired by the devil, with the horns and everything. he wants it simple but not too boring either so he settled for black plus the details it has.
backstory
tw: death
daehwan was born in morioka, japan to a wealthy family. his dad is a businessman and owns a large share of a pharmaceutical company based in seoul while his mother was a doctor.
daehwan’s upbringing was…sad, in a way, because his parents were barely there when he was growing up. daehwan’s father was always away, doing business out of morioka or the country but whenever he’s back home, he would always pressure ( not encourage ) him to do better in his studies. his dad was strict and daehwan hated his ‘nurturing’ ways because to him, it didn’t help him be better in any way.
but his mother, on the other hand, was the opposite of his father. she was very nurturing and supported daehwan in the best way she could; often encouraging him to continue his passion for the arts ( painting and drawing ) but she lacked the time to be with him due to her work and usually being assigned as the head of medical teams sent to work abroad.
basically, daehwan was often left in the hands of his nanny hired by his parents and this made it difficult for him to really bond with his parents, especially his dad. so he grew up and matured in ways that wasn’t necessarily always fit to make the best decisions.
despite his upbringing, daehwan was a good student at school. he’s pretty smart but sometimes, too smart that some of his teachers find him a nuisance lmao. nevertheless, he survived high school and went to uni to pursue a degree in fine arts.
however, at 19, daehwan’s mother died on a plane crash on the way back to japan and this hit him pretty hard ( his mom was the only one who supported him so even when she lacked the time to be with him, her death still affected him heavily ).
daehwan ended up quitting uni and because he found no purpose in living in the empty house that his parents had ( his father was still m.i.a even after his mother’s death ), he left morioka and moved to tokyo.
at 20, daehwan starts out his life in tokyo and worked as a tattoo artist. he started out in small tattoo parlors before ending up in a well-reputed one where his clients consisted of people who had some form of affiliation with gangs to actual yakuza members and while he should’ve find such clients frightening, daehwan found himself intrigued by them.
in the same fashion was how he ended up meeting ( and eventually befriending ) a person who had ties with yokai ( potential plot ). he hung out a lot with this person and in one of their night outs, some drunk guy started shit with him and his friend and...well, things didn’t end up pretty, especially on the other guy’s end lol. needless to say, daehwan beat the shit out of the guy and before the police could arrive to the scene, his friend dragged daehwan away from the place -- saved his ass the jail time it could’ve served sksks
that scenario, however, sparked an idea in his friend’s mind and ultimately resulted to daehwan being recruited into the group as a crowd control.
soon he found himself tangled up in the illegal yet fascinating world of yokai, and daehwan, to say the least, loved it. he was drawn to it and the people surrounding this newly discovered world that his transition came by rather smoothly.
now daehwan works for the group for six years and has no plans of ever getting out of the world he now lives in. he knows he can’t get back to how things were for him --- not that he had anything nor anyone to get back to anyway.
personality
daehwan is a relatively affable guy. befriending people is usually not a problem to him unless he didn’t like them right off the bat ( or vice versa ) and if that’s the case, there’s no way he’ll show his good side to that person lol all they’d get for him are caustic comments and him laying out reasons why he doesn’t like them lmao
he’s insightful and could sense someone’s bullshit pretty easily. daehwan is also very self-reliant and would usually want to handle things on his own ( unless the ordeal is too much for him, then he’ll ask for someone’s help though with loads of hesitation on his end ).
as such, daehwan is headstrong af and if he knows he’s right, he won’t stop until you know for sure that he’s right and isn’t scared to speak his mind ( and a lot of times, that could be a problem ).
he likes making money ( probably why he found the whole underground scene fascinating because of how relatively easy it is to earn money if you know what to do; in his case, he does ) and a bit self-indulgent ( likes to party, drink and fuck lol ) and this lands him in trouble from time to time.
violence tw: this boi is also hella plucky and it can either be a good or bad thing, depending on the situation. additionally, him being virulent meant he’s not afraid of starting or finishing a fight even with someone who’s way bigger than him. doesn’t really give a fucc if he goes home with his face ruined so long as he knows the other a-hole learns their lesson and/or got a good beating from him lmao
daehwan also likes...flirting. he’s subtle most of the time but get him drunk and he can get vocal. would most probably hit on anyone as long as he found them attractive lmao
can get really soft with the people he loves/cares about though and can get overprotective as well. he’s a soft boi but also not a soft boi at the same time lol
all in all though, daehwan is a pretty good person who has the tendency to act first before thinking of the consequences later. save this boi from himselfksksks
quick facts
he’s skilled at painting and drawing and is an excellent tattoo artist.
he’s still working as a tattoo artist and has very recently opened his own small tattoo parlor in tokyo. basically, tattooing is like...a side job for him at this point (because he definitely earns more with yokai) but he loves the art -- loves making art with ink so don’t think he’ll drop this hobby/job anytime soon.
can tattoo people using a machine or using the traditional japanese technique called “tebori” -- which is basically tattooing manually by hand with a wooden or metal tool.
daehwan is bisexual. if he finds someone attractive or the connection is there, he’ll pursue them. that being said, he have had relationships and flings with both males and females in the past.
he has 8 tattoos and counting. one of them fills his right forearm, one on his right hand, while four are on his left arm, another one on his left shoulder blade and one on the back of his left ear. that being said, he makes sure to always wear clothing that covers his tattoos entirely when carrying out their ‘jobs’ so as to not be recognized by anyone by them.
speaks 3 languages: korean, japanese and english.
he’s korean japanese. basically, him and his parents are/were ethnically korean born in japan.
he stands 5′10 and has a pretty muscular build but not that muscular, if that makes sense? he’s not the big buff guy people might expect a ‘crowd control’ person to be and the result is often him being underestimated by anyone who tries to start shit with him. only when they get the beating from him that they’d realize how wrong they were for doing such because boi has such good brawling skills matched with an ‘idgaf’ attitude and idk about u but that’s pretty scary and dangerous ksksk
has a 1 year old husky doggo named ‘chan’. daehwan goes full softie with this good boi like...that’s his son ;~; slander or hurt his dog and daehwan would come biting your ankles sakjdlajsd
will probably add more later when i think of something!
the door opens just as hyunjung’s done dabbing antiseptic cream over the cuts on the high of his cheeks. he’s spotting a black eye, some bruises and cuts but it looks more nasty than it feels. ( or maybe he’s just not that sensitive to pain. ) still, it’s late and he’s not quite expecting company. ( when is he ever? ) the medic turns to the visitor, facing them head on, focused on scanning them for any outward sign of injury and forgetting momentarily about his mess of a face. “ how can i help you? ” spoken evenly, eyes flick up to match the other’s.
he cradles his bleeding finger with a paper towel; blood soaking a patch of the white sheet as he slowly lets himself into the medic’s room, an apology already at the tip of his tongue even before the other’s voice is heard. “ sorry, i know it’s late but --- ” he starts though pauses soon as he sees hyunjung’s state and his eyes widens a little in surprise. “ --- shit, are you okay? ” a hint of concern in his tone, especially since seeing the medic himself injured is a rare sight. most of the time, daehwan comes to the other’s clinic in need of immediate treatment for his wounds and now that the situation’s switched ( save for the boo-boo he got from working around the kitchen ), he felt the need to ask about his well-being. “ i just needed a band-aid, that’s all -- but forget about me, what happened to you? ”
hyeyeon thinks she’s doing a good job anticipating daehwan’s moves , dodging the near-punch with a certain satisfaction. was this the best he had ? and they called him the yokai’s crowd control ? the smugness is short-lived , however , when he sidesteps her and is suddenly behind her. she makes a move to turn around and get her bearings , adjust her stance , but she’s too slow , and he’s suddenly got a grip on her throat that shouldn’t make her heart race and her knees buckle , but it does. her hands cover his for a moment , but her fingers don’t dig under his , don’t make any attempt to try to pry his hand away. in fact , one hand might even cover his , and squeeze a little , playfully , as she lets her body give a little , until she’s leaning into his chest almost fully. she pants a little , aware that he’s choosing to give her enough air. plenty , in fact. enough for her to mutter out , “ make me. “
in the fights he’d been before ( whether in the ring or not ), some form resistance to get out of the headlock daehwan had his opponent put in is almost always guaranteed to happen. whether it’s to try to shake him off of them, or at least attempt to push away his arms and free themselves from the imminent choke hold, daehwan expected that such reactions from an opponent on the verge of losing to him. however, the case seemed to have been entirely different with hyeyeon, who showed none of the acts of resistance he expected and even took time to respond to his question instead of taking the chance he’d given her to fight back; to slip away from his grasp and turn things to her favor. all that daehwan felt was the playful squeeze she gave his hand before feeling her back being firmly pressed against his chest -- the opposite of what she’s supposed to be doing, but it’s also then that daehwan realizes that the game they’re playing truly isn’t what he initially thought it was. realization hits him, then a smirk tugs the corners of his lips as his arm moves to press a tad more firmly against the base of the woman’s throat; head tilting a little to the side of her face as the lock he had set for her grows a little tighter. “ come on, hyeyeon. give me a little something to work with, ” he teases, “ don’t be too easy now. ”
in the time it takes the other to change, alexander’s curiosity gets the better of him and he ends up crossing the room to place himself at the same desk that daehwan had been sketching at when lex had come knocking on his door. the other’s sketch was amazing — far more so than alexander would admit out loud. “shit dae, this is really good.” he does actually speak, holding the sketch up before gently setting it back on the desk. “what do i have to do to get you to ink me? drop to my knees? i’ll do it.” the male teases, though his words weren’t completely false. “bullshit, it’s not ugly.” lex chuckles, brows raising as his eyes finally scan over the other’s outfit, a small nod of approval coming from his head before he even realizes what was going on. “you’ll probably learn a whole lot more about me than you expected to in the first place, sir.” he quips without hesitation, a slight double meaning behind the statement that he just allows to linger in the air between the two of them before he’s headed out the door behind daehwan. alexander has no doubt that dae’s good at being crowd control, he’s seen the other in action time & time again, watched at just how intimidating he could be. but still, lex loved to push people’s buttons, loved to tease at any chance he got. “were you trying to impress me with this?” the male asks, reaching out to touch the bare arm that was closest to him due to the shirt that daehwan had chosen to wear. “you’ll do that more-so if you can manage to even get one hit in on me, sir.” there’s a wicked smirk that forms on his features as lex holds the gym door open for the pair. “we wearing gloves or are you not afraid to get a little rough?”
the comment that alexander let out about his sketch had daehwan chuckling; shaking his head as he gave him some kind of half-shrug before he says, “ i mean, i didn’t spend a good three hours hunched over my drawing table like for it to turn out shit, ” yet despite the playful haughtiness, a smile tugs at the corners of his lips; appreciating the seeming authenticity of the male’s compliment. if there’s something that daehwan could take pride on about himself, it would be his natural talent for the arts. he’s long been convinced that he would’ve been one of those artists who live for and off of their art had he not found himself tangled up in the world that he now lives in as part of yokai. “ you want me to ink you? ” it’s amusing to hear it yet daehwan doesn’t fully reject the idea, “ you might just have to. i put in extra effort when tattooing so...paying might not suffice, especially if it’s you, ” daehwan teases and he’s certain enough to know that alexander can catch the humor in his tone. but just like that, the other is back at it again with his playful comments as they head out his door; the term used still not lost on daehwan as alexander made sure for it to be heard and all he could do is roll his eyes every time he addressed him as such. with the kind of relationship the two have, alexander could’ve totally called daehwan something worse --- although, at this point, he doesn’t even hate the term...not even a bit, but being the stubborn man he is, he’d just carry on pretending he does so as to not attract any more unnecessary attention from the other male. as he felt alexander touched his bare arm and heard his comment, a hint of smirk forms on daehwan’s lips as he goes, “ i don’t know -- were you? ” evidently teasing as he glanced over to the male, dark eyes meeting the other’s. “ and we’ll see about that, tough guy, ” he says, setting his bag aside before heading straight for the ring. “ i break faces with my bare hands -- so where’s the fun in wearing gloves now? ”
Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it. Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens, that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac
(via musingisms)
the elder of the two is granted yet another chucke , as hues of brown dart from his lover’s countenance to the ceiling of the spacious bedroom , content , mirthful , satisfied with the elder’s weak protest . quite frankly , wooil would have never thought he’d end up like this – in love , happy , nude between the sheets of his blonde - haired artist , admiring each curve , line & . dip of his countenance , sitting there as he draws his rose - haired boyfriend . love . it used to be such a peculiar word , such a peculiar feeling . but now ?? now , it’s all he knows . there must be no greater joy in life than the feeling of being so unbearably , hopelessly in love with another humanbeing .
“ i can’t help being so funny . “ a statement , brief , as canopied eyes return to his lover’s mien , so agonizingly soft , mellow . “ mm . i bet other people would love to see your sketch of my naked body though . we both know i look good naked . you know who’d love to see it the most ?? lex , he’s even more of a pervert than you are . “ manifestly jestful , a brow then arches under the rosy , disheveled curls . “ for yourself ?? mm , what are you gonna do , jerk off to them when i’m not around ?? “ a giggle emits as he , once again , fails to remain still for the elder man .
gaunt form shifts slightly upon the man’s query , rather curious , as he offers daehwan a faint nod . “ yeah . can i move now ?? “ .
his reaction to wooil’s unabashed statement was immediate: eyes rolling as he lets out a huff as if to take offense at the younger’s words. “ yeah, when you say it like that, it makes it sound unromantic, ” was his way of protesting to wooil’s exposé of his probable intentions with keeping the sketch even though in truth, it was more because he felt the intimacy that surrounded the process of it should just stay between the two of them; not shared with others. as an artist, daehwan had a knack for keeping certain sentiments that touched each art he made, making him slightly protective over what can be seen by the public eye and what can’t and shouldn’t be. it’s particularly heightened when it came to the rose-haired boy and daehwan has no qualms about it. wooil is his ( just like he is the younger male’s ) and that’s enough reason for him to have the right to be protective over everything that comes out within their relationship.
nodding at the younger’s words, daehwan shifts a little closer to him; pushing past the sea of soft blanket around them before he could sit by wooil and lean back against the headboard. “ i could’ve added more detail but you rushed me through it so...here, ” he humored, glancing over at the boy before he hands over the sketch to the other; gaze then following the sketch to take in his own work for a little bit more, “ at least i got your eyes and lips right, i think? probably the most important features i needed to have captured,” daehwan smiles, to himself and to wooil as he puts an arm around the other’s bare shoulders and pulling himself close to him, as if the blanket doesn’t offer enough warmth for the two of them that he just had to offer his own warmth to him.
oh , it hurts . hurts more than wooil could have ever imagined . he hates – no , he despises it with every ounce of his being , despises the unwanted burst of profuse emotions blooming within , making his chest heavy , as if his lungs were suddenly deprived of oxygen , making his throat dry & . head light as the elder’s svelte , mellow digits spread leisurely against the toned thighs , just like they used to before . before all the unbearable agony , grimness , heartbreak . before daehwan sent long digits into the midst of wooil’s chest , meddled with the precious beating heart , and ripped it out for no one but himself to keep . to this day , he still has it . has wooil’s heart . to this day , it belong entirely to the blonde - haired male . oh , the things wooil would to do get it back , to rip his own heart out of his ex - lover’s grip , to put it back to his original position , where no one can hurt it , take it .
it’s not exactly uncomfortable – the way daehwan looks at him , touches him , doesn’t quite caress the fervent skin . it is , however , familiar , too familiar for wooil to handle , which is why hues of brown dart from the man’s countenance to his lap instead , to his large hands , palms resting comfortably upon the lithe thighs . just like they used to . for a mere moment , it feels as if nothing has changed , like the two men are still happy .
“ yeah ?? “ a brow arches , barely , as slender digits stiffen against the man’s hands , guide them to the petite waist . so much unwanted tension , so many unspoken feelings lingering between the two , eating them alive , torturing them . oh , how he desires to rid himself of such feelings , how he desires to forget the blonde ever existed . “ y’know , that’s kind of the point . you’re not really supposed to see the dancers’ face , just the curves of their body . enough to make clients want more . “ come a confession , a simper of sorts ( though , a bit gloomy , lacking of joy ) adorning his mien . with that , he shifts closer , closer , until plush , parted lips graze against the elder’s throat , breath hot against the man’s skin .
if torture existed in heaven, this would be it; the kind that daehwan is supposed to avoid, dodge and try to escape from yet instead, he welcomes it; holds it within his grasp even when it meant lacerating himself in the process -- not physically, but emotionally; the cut tearing its way deep within his tainted soul. just when he thought he’d gathered himself even for just a little bit when it came to wooil, his own emotions -- actions prove him painfully wrong once more, and soon daehwan is hit with the harsh realization that what he once thought was a long time that bid him enough time to move on from the younger male were all just mere illusion he’d set for himself and fooled himself with to believe that he could forget the man until he no longer yearns to hear his voice; to feel his touch. for some time, not seeing wooil enough for him to actually miss him after distancing himself worked well enough that daehwan can actually go by his day without thinking of the same pretty face that captured his heart -- at least, until the night sets and he’s left alone with his own thoughts as he’s locked away in the darkness of his room; the kind of comfort he’s grown accustomed to lately, and only then will the pink-haired boy will come by and haunt him again.
but now, it’s entirely different. daehwan is no longer dreaming about wooil’s touch nor talking to him. he’s actually with him, holding him without the fear of having to wake up from a dream once he does. it would’ve all been perfect, had it not for the remaining fact that this is nothing but part of wooil’s job at the club -- that daehwan is nothing more than a client to him now, and admitting that even just to himself hurt a lot. but daehwan didn’t mind the pain now; he had all the time later to deal with that, and so he continued his attempt to shut off the rational part of his brain and just live in the moment; savor whatever touch, whispered words wooil can give his lonely and torn-apart heart for the night.
daehwan could’ve easily continued on with the trivial conversation they were having and settled for the slight, barely there touches until it all ends. however, the moment he felt wooil shifted close ‘till his plush lips were brushing against the base of his throat, daehwan’s pushed a little bit over to the edge; fingers no longer barely caressing the younger’s thigh but grips it firm enough that his reaction was unmistakable. “ a bit of a dangerous thrill, isn’t it? ” the older suddenly says, voice lower than the usual as he tried to kept himself collected despite on the verge of being undone merely by the brush of touches from the other. his hand then moves a little upward, to wooil’s hips where it remains there; the other side concurrently being grabbed by his formerly free hand as he acknowledged his newfound courage to just play along with...whatever dangerous game this is they’re playing. “ what if the client wanted more? what happens then? ” it was a question uttered out of pure curiosity yet at the same time, daehwan can never be sure of his own self when it came to wooil.
“ hey . ” the plump of her lips stretch into a provoking smile , head barely visible as she peers through the door frame , body completely covered . her fingers are wrapped around a GIFT of sorts , tucked cleverly behind her , away from his sight . “ can i come in ? ” her words come with a sense of JUBILATION , her nimble thumb grazing against the glass neck of the bottle . despite coming straight from work , she found time to change into something a lot more comfortable— a pair of light grey sweatpants and a long sleep cropped top . she obviously cannot contain her excitement because a second barely passes before she brings herself into his room holding up the bottle of a two hundred thousand yen bottle of bourbon whiskey , like a trophy of shorts , “ … i come bearing gifts , your favourite . will you really be able to say no ? ” she’s testing him , lips firmly together and cheeks flushed bright red . “ drank champagne all night with some clients and was gifted this . they bragged all night about how expensive it was and thought you’d appreciate it more than me , ” she tells him , a sheepish smile curling against her lip , “ … as a thank you for the other day , for picking me up . i’m sorry that i troubled you . i honestly don’t know where i’d be if you didn’t answer the phone . ” // @daehwvns
the voice alone was enough to have daehwan’s focus part momentarily from his sketchpad to look up, immediately finding its owner by the door with only her head barely popping up by the door frame. he chuckled, nodding at her words as he adds, “ well, you pretty much invited yourself in so...sure, you can, ” putting down the pencil he had been holding for two and half hours in an attempt to finish yet another art he knew for certain won’t end up making the cut to be an actual tattoo design in the future. a lot of his drawings were for fun -- stress relief, as he sometimes liked to call them, and the male is contented enough just to have that talent on its own; to have the ability to create whenever he wanted needed to. turning his drafting chair to saskia’s direction, daehwan’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched the female make her way to him; listening to her words, which he found both amusing and endearing. the effect is natural to daehwan, always finding the young woman as a person worthy of his time and attention; the closest he’d probably get to a family --- a sister he never had. “ you came here knowing damn well i wouldn’t be able to resist that so asking me is pointless, ” he shook his head, a smile gracing his lips as he got to his feet to meet the younger half way; gently reaching for the bottle she had in hand to help her set up by the coffee table in small lounge area. “ please, it’s not like i had a choice, ” daehwan humored, glancing at her with a teasing smile on his face as he added, “ -- but no, really, it’s nothing. i would want you to do exactly that anyway, so never hesitate to call me if and when you needed my help again next time. ”
