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@hwanidol
THE SHINNING IDOL ⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR ORIGINAL CHARACTER SEO JUHWAN/HWAN, FROM K-POP DEMON HUNTERS. BASED ON THE NETFLIX'S HIT MOVIE AND ON HEADCANONS AND DISCARDED LORE. WRITTEN AND CURATED BY CALI. GMT+3.
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A STUDY IN: FEELING REPLACED, THE PRESSURES OF BEING AN IDOL, ABANDONMENT, RESENTMENT, GROWING AMBITIOUS, CRAVING AN ABSCENT'S MOTHER' LOVE, TEMPTATION AND THE PRICE OF FAME.
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the way hwan's hands map across his body make jay feel like he's something worth holding. like he's precious, like he could fall apart if he wasn't being held together by the man beneath him. and, sometimes, he does feel that way. because the look in hwan's eyes when jay presses their foreheads together settles something deep in his chest. that lingering, pesky feeling of being unwanted from his youth -- the way his stomach would always flare up with the feeling of being too much -- seems to vanish with every passing day. and it's all thanks to him. his lips part on a small, breathy laugh -- something joyous that makes his cheeks dust a soft pink. he adjusts in his lap, lets himself be moved carefully so hwan can sink his hand into his underwear and get his prize, claim him for himself like he's done so many times before. ( and jay will always let him -- will never get tired of the way the other man's hand feels against his cock, the way he knows exactly how to hold him to make him feel good. )
keening, he nods, fingers tightening their hold in hwan's hair with a gentle groan. ❛ i am, ❜ he states easily, confirming what they both know is true. ❛ wet for you -- you drive me crazy, yeobo. whenever you touch me, i --, ❜ he pauses, head ducking down to press a kiss at hwan's temple, ❛ -- it makes me lose my mind. nothing feels as good as you do. ❜ ( and it's true. ) his free hand slides down hwan's chest, fingers curling against his pec until his fingers take a nipple between them. with a gentle squeeze, he rolls his hips up, presses into the warm, welcoming heat of his hand around him. he's content to take it slow -- or, well, as slow as someone like jay kim can take things. maybe one day he'll learn patience, knowing he has the rest of time to find out makes him giddy all over again. another gentle push coaxes a soft groan from his lips, and jay stays there, lingering in the space that feels good with a dopey smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. ❛ always feels so good -- please, keep going, baby. wanna feel you everywhere. ❜
His hand moves with intention, slow and sure, the way it always does when he has Jay like this, unhurried, deliberate, like there's nothing in the world that exists outside of the two of them and the low hum of whatever song has long since faded into the background. He watches Jay's face with tender amusement, simply because he loves to slow down when Jay's patience is knowingly thin ehen they get like this. So he just works at his own pace, intent to drive Jay insane, to the point he ignores his own pleasure, content to just have the friction of Jay's grinds against his clothes cock, aching for more. His thumb traces a slow arc, and he tips his chin up just enough to press his mouth to the hinge of Jay's jaw, a soft, open thing, no urgency behind it.
❛ Crazy. ❜ he echoes back at him, low and private like it's meant only for the space between them. ❛ You say that like I'm not the one who can't think straight when you look at me. ❜ His grip tightens a fraction, just to feel the way Jay's breath catches. He rolls his wrist and watches the smile pull at the corner of Jay's mouth with something that sits uncomfortably close to reverence. When Jay's fingers press against his chest, Hwan exhales through his nose, the way he always is when Jay makes a point of touching him back. He isn't passive about it; he shifts, draws Jay further into his lap, keeps his hand moving in the easy, practiced rhythm that he's learned belongs to him now. ❛ I've got you.❜ he says, and he doesn't mean only right now. He means it the way he means most things,plainly, without decoration, because Jay has never needed it dressed up.
A low sound catches in his throat when Jay rolls his hips again, and he presses his forehead up against the underside of Jay's chin for a moment — just a moment — eyes closing. ❛ Keep doing that. . . ❜ he murmurs against his throat, ❛ and slow goes out the window. ❜ It isn't a complaint. It isn't even a warning, really. It's just the truth, offered up the same way he offers most things to Jay. His free hand spreads wide across the small of Jay's back and pulls him in closer, before he breeches through the low rise of underwear and let his fingers tease Jay's hole, his hand twisting once more so he can rub up and down, the only sound he can focus on being Jay's cock slick growing wetter. ❛Have you touched yourself before I did, yeobo? Or were you a good boy and waited for me?❜
▐║ ♡ ┊ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓. How his eyes follow her every move with a darker tint, drinking her in like she's an addiction he needs to sate. The way he speaks to her only amplifies that feeling, that playful mix of degradation and praise going straight to her ego. Junha almost stops to tease him back — almost — but instead lets another moan answer him for her, working him harder, more hungrily. She wouldn't dare break away now, not when she can see him teetering on the edge, so, so close to breaking entirely. Her own resolve is threatened by that darkly lovestruck gaze of his, the way he swipes away the strained tears his size forces from her. But she watches how he has to brace himself, hears that quaking breath, and it only makes her even more determined to push him over his limit.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe sounds Hwan makes are the most beautiful music she's ever heard. They tell her just how close he is to losing what little patience he has left — something more animal, bordering there on the limits of control. And god, she loves how he just can't stay still, how his hips always seek more and more, arching forward into her mouth. But it's only when she hears the words she's wanted to hear that she dares to pause her efforts, head tilting to look up at Hwan as she drags his cock from her mouth. ㅤ❝ Baby, not here. We can't, ❞ㅤ she purrs sweetly in a calculated denial. ㅤ❝ We don't have the time left. Someone is going to walk through that door any minute now. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤNot that she cares about that, truly. This is merely the game she plays; another way to drive him mad, to see what happens when he just can't hold himself back any longer. ㅤ❝ I don't think we're gonna finish practice anyway after this. We could sneak out through the back; find somewhere else. Maybe the car, ❞ㅤ she offers, but the real fun in this is knowing that — by the look in his eyes and the reckless words he speaks — there's no way they're making it that far. She leans forward, hand wrapping around his cock while she presses her lips against the tender skin her nails had traced just above it. There's a certain shift in her voice, all of her false concern dissolved into that mischief she had held at bay, as defiant a brat as ever as her lips drag down his skin with a teasing purr. ㅤ❝ Come for me first, baby. I've worked so hard for it. ❞ㅤ Her fingers stay wrapped around him, beginning to pump along his shaft as she takes him into her mouth again. This time, she finds her rhythm quickly, working him with both her hand and her mouth to purposefully overwhelm him once more.
Hwan catches himself against the wall, one hand bracing there while the other finds her hair. His jaw works around something, a curse, maybe her name, but what comes out is this low, broken sound when her hand wraps around him again and her lips press to that spot. His hips jerk forward before he can stop them. He doesn't try to stop them. The rational part of his brain had checked out somewhere between her mouth and the look she'd given him when she pulled back, all sweet pretense, and he'd been running on something rawer ever since.
❝ You think I care about the door right now. ❞ he gets out, the words fraying at the edges. His grip tightens in her hair. ❝ Swallow me and I get you to that fuckin' car and drink from your pussy, baby — ❞ He stops because she takes him in again and the sentence dissolves completely. He has to drag air back into his lungs. She can feel his thighs tense under her hands, feel the way his control has narrowed down to a single thread pulled taut and past its limit. He knows she is taking her comeback from all of his own actions earlier.
The I've worked so hard for it breaks him cleanest. He laughs, just once, the sound more desperate than amused. Because she has, and they both know it, and the fact that she'd say it like that, defiant, pleased with herself, lips curling around him, is precisely the problem. His head drops back. He stops trying to hold anything together after that. Whatever composure he'd been clutching at goes with the next roll of her hand and the rhythm she sets, deliberate and relentless, built entirely to undo him.
❝ Junha — ❞ Her name comes out wrecked, a warning that isn't one. His hips chase her mouth, chasing the sensation, chasing the end she's dragging him toward. He can feel it cresting. ❝ Fuck. Go on, baby. Drink up— ❞ And he feels himself lost in the feeling, even through oversensitivity, he comes right on her tongue like she wants him too, his grip growing with each passing thrust, hips stuttering as he empties himself inside the heat of her mouth. ❝ Good girl. That´s it.❞
being able to speak his mind so freely makes jay feel lighter. he's sure it shows on his face, too -- the way he's suddenly relaxed, the way his smile is a little softer, a little earnest. there's never any fear that hwan will turn him down, that's never really an option, never a thought that crosses his mind. it's always everyone around them. ( and he knows they have good reason, can understand where they're coming from. the last thing jay wants to do is be a problem, but... sometimes, he's selfish. and sometimes he wants to be able to do what he loves with the person he loves. a match made in heaven, honestly. )
he turns at the soft press against his temple -- not quiet a kiss, but almost close enough to count where they can't act on it. ❛ thank you, ❜ he says first. ❛ honestly. i -- i'll make sure to work hard to make you proud. ❜ ( because he knows he's good at what he does, but he doesn't want to make hwan's group look foolish. he's already planning a rigorous rehearsal schedule for himself, regardless of what they decide he can actually do on stage. over zealous as always. ) hwan's soft admission has his brows raised, his eyes wide with an incredulous stare. ❛ look away from me? ❜ he repeats, still shocked. ❛ with all those people on the stage? baby, ❜ he laughs softly, ❛ you're crazy. i won't be able to keep my eyes off you, ❜ he says shyly. ❛ that might be the real problem. ❜
Hwan watches him for a moment after he says it, the laugh still faint in the air between them. You're crazy. The words settle somewhere in his chest and stay there. He's thought the same thing himself, more than once, stood in the wings of a stage or sat in a practice room going over the same eight counts until his body knew them without asking and thought, absently, what would it be like. He never let the thought go anywhere.
What he says instead is nothing, for a second, because the earnestness on Jay's face is a lot to absorb head-on. He knows Jay means it , the work hard, make you proud of it , and he also knows that Jay is already building a schedule in his head right now, something obsessive and meticulous, more than whatever they'd actually ask of him. He doesn't say you don't have to do all that because he knows it wouldn't matter. It's just who Jay is. He respects it even when it makes him want to grab him by the shoulders.
Look away from me. He hears it again, the incredulous repeat of it, and something about the way Jay says baby in that soft, almost shy register makes it harder to stay composed than it should. Hwan exhales slowly through his nose. The honest answer, the one he'd give if they were somewhere else, if this were a different kind of moment , is that he was being generous calling it a problem. It'd be a disaster. Jay on a stage is a specific kind of thing, and Hwan has known that long enough that he should be better at ignoring it by now. He's not. "Then we'll both be useless." he says finally, dry, "and it'll be your fault."
He means it as a deflection. It comes out sounding too fond to be one. He checks with ease if there are eyes somewhere, and when he feels safe enough, he presses a kiss to Jay's forehead, its too quick, but it's felt, his hand resting on Jay's back and remain there for a while. "You are going to distract me, I'll forget my lyrics because I love watching you move."
spot caraxes, just look for the fucked up dragon with the weird leg to neck proportions.
gonna get breakfast and ill be around.
i am going to open anonymous for gif set ideas, gif requests and just fun anons!
reminder i have commissions open, i will likely start getting to them on thursday onward after i have my coordinator visit on wednesday !
look at his natural glow.
everyone loves 60fps but it looks so wanky and odd to my eyes.
who wants to watch some videos with me .
wrong blog but this is my romance in his post movie era.
maybe if i think about them long enough, graphics for alicent will be remade by themselves.
i am going to open anonymous for gif set ideas, gif requests and just fun anons!
reminder i have commissions open, i will likely start getting to them on thursday onward after i have my coordinator visit on wednesday !
hickies and bitemarks on thighs. thats it. thats the post.
my ankle injury is really flaring up. this is what happens when your job entails standing up for like 4 hours.
chinese bl dramas really like to toe that line between dark romance and well, dark.
