#hwanidol

the words catch only slightly off guard. jay's head turns, meets hwan's eyes with his own soft ones. ( he's inclined to agree, honestly -- in their first night together, he thinks that maybe they... skipped a couple of steps. and there's no right or wrong way to get to know someone, he thinks, especially if both people enjoyed themselves. however, actually being out on a date with the guy that sort of turned his life upside down felt a little unreal. in a good way, though. the best way. )

teeth worry his lower lip, fiddle nervously with his lip ring, and jay offers hwan a soft squeeze of his palm. ❛ i do, too, ❜ he admits honestly, smile still shy as he walks in stride down the street, back towards hwan's apartment with a pleasant buzz about him. ( they're careful, of course, not to be seen. it's late enough at night, he thinks, that no one will notice. and they're lucky enough that where hwan lives is a little more... private. the luxuries of being a celebrity, jay thinks. ) ❛ it feels nice. ❜ as he speaks, his thumb swipes over hwan's knuckles, and jay takes the chance to tuck himself a little closer, letting their shoulders knock together playfully.

❛ we could do it more often, if you'd like, ❜ he offers, brows raised curiously as he levels him with a look of interest. ❛ the next time we go out, maybe. ❜ ( his tone is soft, perhaps a little flirty as he takes a chance, searching the waters for further interest. )

it happens at the speed of light. the second the door closes behind them, clicking with a soft noise, minchae is pressed against it. there's a smirk on their lips, nothing but pride and confidence running through their veins. within moments, they're lifted up, and their legs are steady around hwan's waist as their arms loop around his shoulders. instantly their fingers find his hair, lacing through the soft locks before giving a sharp tug at the roots. just enough for hwan to tilt his head back, give minchae access to the length of his throat. the same one they'd been eyeing all night. "took you long enough," they comment softly -- not quiet enough to be under their breath, but airy enough that it catches in their throat. one hand slides down, presses against hwan's chest through the soft material of his dress shirt. they grip, intent as they seek out the heat of his skin underneath.

with how open his shirt already is, minchae doesn't hesitate to press their palm flat against him, their fingers curling to squeeze at his pec with delight. "i thought i'd have to strip down naked in that bathroom before you decided we could leave." and that was the true challenge -- minchae was very purposeful in what they chose to wear. when they chose to wear it. though things between them and hwan were perfectly under wraps -- and them being at the same event was nothing to cause concern -- minchae doesn't always play fair. and, if the way their dress slit ran up the length of their thigh was distracting, that's hardly their fault. a high end function calls for a high end look. ( they're just glad hwan got to enjoy it, too. even if the way his jaw clenched every time minchae's legs crossed and uncrossed under the table revealed a little too much leg for the general public. )

with a gasp, they run their fingers over hwan's pec, thumb catching his nipple as their teeth scrape along his jaw. lips purse to press open mouthed kisses against his skin, towards the curve of his cheek, and minchae's hips waste no time in their casual grind against hwan's. they need him to feel how worked up they are, too. how they were fighting with themselves the minute they put their plan into action -- because hwan was not innocent either. with his chest exposed, the deep cut of his shirt tempted them all night long. it was cruel. torturous, almost. with a gentle whine, they tilt their head, press their lips to hwan's with a quiet sort of insistence that leave no room for misinterpretation. "you made me wait so long," they coo softly, "how are you gonna make it up to me, hmm?"

Was  Hwan  here  to  see  if  she  was  going  to  try  something?   Or  was  he  just  being  difficult  with  her  for  the  sake  of  being  difficult  with  her?   For  a  long  time  people  saw  them  as  having  a  sibling  like  relationship  ,  which  Rumi  facilitated  as  Celine's  behest  because  it  created  the  best  visual.   Everything  in  the  name  of  keeping  up  appearances.   Not  at  all  seeing  how  it  affected  the  two  as  they  grew  up.   Either  that  or  she  just  didn't  care  as  much  about  that  part.   Rumi's  thoughts  were  all  over  the  place  about  that  though.   Right  now  she  needed  to  know  if  he  what  he  was  here  for.   One  less  stresser  to  worry  about.

❝  You  know  you  could  go  home  if  you're  not  enjoying  yourself.  ❞   She  pointed  out.   Stepping  in  front  of  Hwan  to  stop  him  from  continuing  into  the  other  room.   ❝  What's  wrong?   The  less  fun  you  have  he  less  this  will  go  over  well  for  all  of  us.  ❞

demon  coming  out  starter  for  @hwanidol.

He  had  tried  over  and  over  again  to  come  up  with  the  best  way  to  tell  Hwan  what  he  was.   He  knew  the  eventually  ,  the  truth  would  have  to  come  out  if  this  got  serious.   And  the  more  serious  things  got  with  Hwan  ,  the  more  the  pressure  was  on  to  find  a  way  to  admit  it  all.   Maybe  the  fear  was  from  that  fear  of  rejection.   Knowing  his  connection  to  everything  ,  things  could  really  go  either  way  on  how  he  would  react.   He  was  the  son  of  a  former  hunter  ,  one  with  an  exceptional  distaste  for  Tae's  kind.   But  he  was  also  more  or  less  Rumi's  adopted  brother.

And  somehow  that  just  made  things  more  complicated  for  Tae.

This  wasn't  what  he  was  good  at  ,  the  whole  words  thing.   Any  of  the  other  boys  ,  they  were  the  ones  who  made  their  way  with  words  and  he  with  movement.   He  was  good  and  showing  what  he  meant  ,  but  that  wasn't  really  seeming  to  be  the  best  idea  for  admitting  to  someone  you  were  falling  in  love  with  that  you  were  a  demon.   Then  ,  he  thought  about  not  admitting  it  at  all.   Perhaps  ,  with  some  luck  ,  maybe  he  could  keep  it  hidden  and  find  a  way  to  stay  on  the  other  side  of  the  Honmoon.   No  ,  no  that  would  just  end  up  blowing  up  in  his  face.   It  occupied  so  much  of  his  thoughts  ,  that  he  ended  up  running  later  than  he  usually  did  to  head  out  to  Hwan's  place  than  usual.   Maybe  he  was  overthinking  it  ,  but  with  something  so  important  ,  how  could  he  not  be?

He  got  to  Hwan's  place  a  little  after  the  sun  had  gone  down.   He  found  the  spare  key  where  he  was  told  he  would  find  it  ,  and  ran  through  his  apology  again  for  the  jealous  behavior  earlier  in  the  day.   Better  to  start  off  humble  in  his  opinion.   Or  at  least  he  hoped  it  was  the  right  move.   The  front  door  pushed  open  with  ease  ,  and  he  stepped  out  of  his  shoes  and  into  the  house  slippers  by  the  front  door  on  a  muscle  memory.   Knowing  exactly  which  direction  Hwan  kept  them  before  slowly  looking  through  the  main  room  in  search  for  his  lover.

it's intimidating, being around famous people. there's something about how put together they are -- they've been in this business for years. and while jay really has no inclination towards the same sort of lifestyle that they have ( he can't even sing ), it's still very... well, scary to be in a room full of people who are so successful at what they do.

honestly, he feels like an amateur. ( and his brain reminds him that that's exactly what he is. )

shuffling, he keeps himself to the edges of the party. ( he wasn't even sure why he was here -- some of the members of his dance troupe said they'd blend right in, but right now, jay doesn't feel like he's invisible. he feels like he's a walking, talking sore thumb. )

he's found solace in a few friendly faces -- some familiar, some not. one comes in the form of juhwan -- or hwan, as he preferred to be called. making friends is hard when the entertainment world can be so cut throat, but jay's honestly relieved when hwan spots him in the crowd. ( he's patient, for starters, and doesn't mind the extended periods of silence between jay's sentences. small talk is not his forte -- perhaps that's why he doesn't go to parties, or events, when invited. he's much better in a smaller, quieter setting. )

as the night lingers on, jay feels his nerves settling, feels the walls around him starting to come down. he's wrapped up in conversation with the other man -- something about a recent audition he'd been on -- when the party erupts into cheers.

( it must be midnight, he thinks. )

jay's content to go back to his conversation ( now that he's comfortable, he won't shut up ), but he's taken aback at the gentle kiss that hwan presses against his cheek. he's sure it reads on his face, too -- wide eyes blink back at the other man, and jay feels the sudden flush that creeps up his neck.

eyes are closed, head tilted back as the words wash over him. ( there's something so intimate about doing this, about allowing himself to be this person for hwan. there's no fear, no anxiety as he feels the way teeth graze over his skin, the way they pinch when they sink into the curve of his neck. ) the taking is gentle, the way his arms circle around jay's waist to hold him close, and jay can't stop the way his eyes flicker at the now familiar feeling of hwan drinking from him. ( it makes him dizzy, but in the best way possible. )

the sigh that passes his lips is dreamy, and jay shifts, careful fingers threading through his hair to keep him in place. to hold him close. ❛ ahhh, so -- so you've said. ❜ the words pass his lips in a whine, breath hitched and body curling to conform to the way his fiancé holds him.

grinning softly, he tilts his head down, tries to catch the way emerald peers up at him -- glowing softly around the edges, tongue pressed against the column of his throat. ( he'll never get tired of seeing him like this. ) with a soft tone, he presses him close, voice quiet when he speaks. ❛ do you need more, yeobo? ❜

watching him perform like this is always a thrill. however, he's not always prepared for the aftermath -- for the way hwan's been looking at him all night to finally take root in the way they greet each other once the show is over. there's a manic energy inside of him -- while jay is extraordinarily proud for his boyfriend's accomplishments, he is still only human. and he's not blind -- his boyfriend is... well, hot. ( maybe the hottest person he's ever seen. )

so, once they're in the wings together, he wastes no time in pulling hwan against his front. arms wrap around his waist as jay's lips press fleeting kisses to whatever skin he can find -- the curve of his cheek, the corner of his mouth, the side of his head, right by his temple. he is swimming in too many desires, too many thoughts. all he can focus on is him. ❛ you were incredible tonight, ❜ he compliments, smile still evident despite the way he's practically pawing at his boyfriend. ❛ the best you've ever been. ❜

[ 📲 text: ]  i’m touching myself right now and thinking about you.

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