#dxnney

Neon light, flashing right outside the window, sound of late night traffic, mingled with nocturnal noises of a cheap hotel. This is what botched reservations, incompetence and work, finished six hours later than it should have been, do, and sharing a narrow bed is the pinnacle of it all.

Daniel lies in the bed, skin shimmering with a mist of sweat. The heat is what forces him to wear nothing but underwear, and it’s the heat that finally pushes his legs over the side of the bed, too. Wu is warm, his heat radiating past the confines of his body, and when Daniel turns back to look at him in the darkness, he wonders at the stark contrast with boy’s otherwise icy demeanor.

“Where are you going? It’s late.”

“Out,” he says, his silhouette briefly illuminated by the red glow from outside. Then, darkness again, shuffling of feet across the floor. “Maybe it’s cooler on the fire escape stairs.”

To say that Wu was miserable was an understatement. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong and now he was paying the consequences for mistakes he didn't even make. The hotel was dingy and he had to share the only room available with his current "co-worker". What had he done to let things get to this point?

It was ridiculously hot and he too had decidedly stripped down to his boxers in hopes that it would be his saving grace from the growing heat. However, he was wrong in so many ways. They'd discarded the sheets, the few windows that were a part of the room were opened as far as they could be and the broken air conditioner sat in the corner mocking them. Was this what hell was like? Probably.

To top it all off he couldn't sleep. Insomnia had threatened him and taken him hostage as he laid there with his back to the other man. Though his eyes were closed and his body still, sleep did not come. He was too aware. The sounds of the street were too loud, the air too thick and the heat radiating off the other was almost too much to handle.

Everything halted as he felt the bed shift and he spoke, turning his head to look over his shoulder. His eyes narrowed at the sudden intensity of the light before it died down again. He listened to the short words and turned back to his original position. "Alright..."  he said simply, though moments had passed and a disgruntled sound left him as he sat up.

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The look in Daniel’s eyes is giving him hope, encouraging him to continue. The problem is, he’s not sure how to explain and where to start. He wants to tell him his story but he doesn’t want the other to pity him or think badly about him. He wants to be honest but he also wants to lie. He wants Daniel to like him.

“Daniel?” Wu’s brow quirked in thought as he looked over at his manager, thinking briefly as to whether or not he recognized the name at all. He’d agreed to do this photo shoot as a means of stretching his horizons just a bit further though it meant working with others more often than he really liked, looking back at the mirror as his hair was being styled, expression slightly unimpressed by the words that followed from his manager. 

—  *✰ Never in his life did Jaewon thought that applying simple sunscreen cream could feel so good. His body easily relaxes under Daniel’s experienced hands, eyelashes fluttering as soft noise of pleasure leaves his lips. He’s melting under the feather like touch, enjoying every second of it and silently hoping it lasts forever.

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Brown eyes stared straight forward as a dark haired male walked into the building. It was a club with an underground strip club which was meant for only the b e s t. It was shady to begin with as there was only one guy that was standing outside of the building, and he looked like he was going to stop anyone that didn’t belong there. Yet, Christian, was not stopped nor was the person in particular that he was looking for. For this mission he was set to look for a guy that was causing problems for him and his crew. A man that had the place wired to an extent. It wasn’t as well as his brothers and him had for Seoul.

Although, after getting into the building where there was loud instrumentals playing, it was difficult to find the man. Christian was going to have to be the one to find him for all he could do was feel the beat beneath his feet. Christian honestly did not like crowded places but it was the safest way to get a deal across without getting caught easily. Though that did not stop the man from trying to get away from all these people for if he wasn’t on a mission he would surely be having an anxiety attack right now. All these people by him were making him uncomfortable to the point that he wanted to push them all far away from him, but he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t do anything of the sort. Instead he had to just wave himself between people. He went to great lengths to avoid them, going under their hands, putting his hands up to get through, etc…only for him to come up on the other side of the building with a rather large sigh. People. He hated being around them. Luckily he could go down into the underground section of the club.

An hour had passed, Christian had came to terms that this place was holding some type of stripper sensation. He was not interested in such events, yet couldn’t help but peak every once in a while. There was supposed to be a man somewhere in this place. He had this particular dealer in his sight for quite some time. He was causing a lot of trouble which resulted in a member of his gang ending up in jail. He usually would not care too much about a random guy, but this time it was different. The man sent to jail was probably the most useful man he had in the gang. 

Finally, the man with the exact features showed up in the strip club, causing not just Christian but his whole crew to be alert. There were people signing at one another, though only acted upon them once the man gave a soft nod. Once he was sure they had caught the man up in the men’s bathroom, christian entered the room and started questioning the man.