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As an actor, Kim dokja was used to being meticulously prepared for scripts.
He prepared by reading through, (gladly reading the book if it was an adaptation) analyzing his character by picking them apart and putting them back together with his own tweaks. He learnt everything, every ridiculous little detail about his co-stars, how they took their coffee, what their background was like, their acting style and most importantly..
their scandals.
Gaining the title 'the son of a murder' Kim dokja had learnt a lot about the cruel world, how unfair the punishment of a scandal could be, And he especially knew how a scandal could bring down everything he tried so hard to build up.
Above all Kim dokja was renowned as a phenomenal actor, He was a talented man, media trained after his mother's incident, Kim dokja knew who and what to avoid, but not all actors were as careful as him.
Kim Dokja was a cunning man. He knew almost everything about the industry, he worked around the societal norms and, before he knew it—
Sponsors began to desperately beg for his attention
so, just like that— his past was just another headliner to be buried when a new scandal arose.
Kim dokja had learnt to be a unique talent, something the industry would never see ever again,
and, Kim dokja had finally gotten his big hollywood break he'd been trying for ages now!
'Crush' was a coming of age romantic drama with a friends to lovers main couple.
Dokja, playing the role of the female protagonist's best friend, who has a scandalous romance with the female lead's brother, who is played by the one and only Yoo joonghyuk.
The movie featuring a east asian LGBT side couple was mainly due to public demand of inclusivity.
(Kim dokja was 100% sure it was influenced by the release of a inter-racial K-drama that was a massive hit abroad and Han sooyoung just wanted to piggyback off it)
Playing as a gay man was definitely a surprise to Kim dokja, but he didn't have a problem with it at all!
Kim dokja's problem lies with his co-star.
Yoo joonghyuk was nothing short of kim dokjas saviour, his very own idol, Despite being younger than him, Yoo joonghyuk started as a child actor, a pillar in the industry and had made it to hollywood years before kim dokja had. But the worst part was
that Kim dokja and Yoo joonghyuk were meant to be IN LOVE!
Kim dokja was meant to film a sex scene with the same idol he dreamt about dammit!
Not only was this terrifying, but Kim dokja had a sick part of him squealing in joy at the prospect of being with THE Yoo joonghyuk.
...
The production went rather smoothly, the chemistry between protagonist and female lead, was impressive, their english was clear and miles better than Dokjas's
It wasn't as bad practicing intimacy with Yoo joonghyuk as Kim dokja expected, it came rather naturally to them.
It was just way too intimate to not be embarrassed!
"alright, Uriel and I will be seated in the room down the hall watching through the monitor, and once again, you guys are sure its alright to have Uriel with me?"
Han sooyoung, the director said, herding the rest of the production assistants out of the small cubicle bedroom.
The scene was meant to be rushed and all desperate touches, so the camera was to be hand held by one of the crew (this information did not make Dokja less anxious.)
Despite the amount of chemistry training and choreographed routine, Kim dokja still felt like something was wrong. like a foreboding feeling creeping up on him, something ugly curled in Dokja's stomach, but before he could dwell on it—
"Action!"
The door flew open, a bout of tension filling the room. Two entangled bodies, clothes dripping off before they even entered the bedroom. Yoo joonghyuk slammed Kim Dokja against the wall, his hands pulling up Dokjas knees to wrap around him, as curious hands pulled at perfectly constructed curls.
Kim Dokja attempted to break their rhythm, panting out his sentence, "stupid-" another breathtaking kiss, "—sunfish" A rough squeeze to his ass, "-bastard-!" Yoo joonghyuk's low chuckle filled the room, smiling into the kiss while his hands were shamelessly kneading Kim Dokja's ass
"You think you're being slick, huh?" Dokja grabbed his co-stars face and smushing it together, now he looked like a sunfish, (literally!)
"was that not convincing enough?" Yoo joonghyuk's gargled voice was dripping with honey, a rather lethal combination with his lustful gaze.
"God, we only just entered the building!" a practiced eye roll, a perfectly crafted tone, giggling as Joonghyuk left silly pecks all over his face. just right to set the mood—
Thankfully the domestic dialogue during foreplay helped dissolve some of that stiffness that came with the scene. however it passed by too quickly for Dokja, and before he knew it their conversation would come to an end with plans of keeping busy till the sun rose!
"Wow, wha—?" Kim Dokja scoffed, having his monologue cut off thanks to Yoo joonghyuk smashing their lips together, just like they practiced.
"focus on me, dokja." he whispered against his lips before attempting to meld them together.
It felt like a dance with Joonghyuk, the rehearsed steps, the memorized lines. But for some reason.. despite the fact that they were both wearing padding, Kim dokja couldn't help but melt into Joonghyuk, craving the warmth of his touch
One observation Kim dokja had was that Yoo joonghyuk had big hands. Those same hands were the ones kneading his ass like his life depended on it, those same hands that could fit themselves around his waist oh so perfectly, it was like Joonghyuk was made to be a protagonist!? Everything about him was a turn on, the stupid modesty garments weren't helping anything.
Before he even knew it, They were seated on the bed as Yoo joonghyuk, below him was already stripping, and Dokja was completely disheveled, His shirt half unbuttoned, his trousers unzipped and sliding off. Meanwhile sweet nothings were falling out of Joonghyuk's mouth
"you're so beautiful—" "god, you're wonderful—"
(it only made dokjas flush worse and worse.)
...wait, did Joonghyuk even have lines right now?
Dokjas mind ran a blank when their kiss began to become more overwhelming, completely taking over his senses. Kim dokja cupped his partners face, guiding him just like they practiced, except this
time—
Yoo joonghyuk was doing things a little differently..
It only occurred to Dokja when Yoo joonghyuk refused to leave his lips alone for one second. (not that he was complaining)
Yoo joonghyuk licked behind his teeth, running his tongue along the roof of Dokjas mouth, swallowing up all the embarrassing whines dokja made. His hands made their way to Joonghyuks belt, fumbling without being able to see it since somebody was so adamant on never wanting to stop making out.
Frustrated at the belt, Dokja groaned and whipped his head back eyes to the ceiling, panting heavily as Joonghyuk made his way down to his throat, "hah, stupid statement belt-",he swallowed thickly as joonghyuk began nibbling on his adams apple, grazing his teeth on the lean, pale neck.
Subconsciously, Kim dokja continued to bare his neck to joonghyuk, as he wrapped his legs around the man, his arms hooked around his partners neck. Kim Dokja liked that their breaths were entwined, like they were one, the feeling of being watched kept burning into his mind, so he closed his eyes attempting to refute letting it get to him.
The closeness that came with intimacy was something Kim Dokja was afraid to face, but with Yoo joonghyuk it was like that fear crumbled to ashes. Especially with the way he held Dokja in his arms, the way his voice sounded so sweet and desirable, it felt real enough to forget the stiffness and awkwardness that came with filming.
As their kiss became sloppy, Kim dokja felt like he was melting, with the practiced grinding and Yoo joonghyuk's hands burning his name into Dokja's skin, just like planned he felt like he was losing his mind. Joonghyuks name rang in his mind like a chant, a mantra, breathless and so, so, desperate for more.
Dokja was a greedy man. (for whatever he could take) Although, he couldnt stop himself from asking in the back of his mind.. Was Joonghyuk meant to indulge him like this?
Was joonghyuk meant to seat Dokja in his lap in this scene and run his hand along his spine as he marked dokja's neck? Was joonghyuk meant to slip his hands in Dokja's pants, desperately gripping the modesty garment as if to reach further, to go deeper, to feel more of Dokja..?
Was Dokja ever meant to scrape his nails against joonghyuk's back, leaving his mark when he shoved his tongue inside his mouth? Was Dokja meant to enjoy the way Joonghyuk groaned right in his ear (like only he was meant to hear?) Was dokja meant to fake his moans and refrain from crossing the lines of professionalism?
Were they ever meant to go this far?
The Buzz in Dokja's mind numbed his surroundings. It felt as if he was meant to be here that evening, sitting in his idols lap, desperately rutting against him. (and his stupid rock hard abs-) He was so overwhelmed by Joonghyuk that he could barely breath. Dokjas sanity was hanging on by a thread, and that thread was Yoo joonghyuk and the way his hands covered his body in such a demanding manner that made his guts flutter in excitement. But it wasn't enough..
He needed more, he needed to feel skin against his, he needed to feel it deep in his bones, he needs to satisfy the heat pooling in his gut, he needs Yoo Joonghy—
"OH MY GOD HE SAID CUT-!"
Dokja flinched so hard he almost fell out of Joonghyuk's lap. (almost) The hands wrapping around his shoulders held him in place, their warmth grounded him as he gained his bearings.
"Holy shit you bastards, look what you've done to Hyunsung-ssi!"
...han sooyoung was yelling at them. why?
"Look at the fucking tears in his eyes, oh my god?!"
..why was their cameraman crying?!?
"why the fuck were you two holding back all of whatever the fuck THAT was with uriel—?"
Han sooyoung sent their teary-eyed cameraman out of the room with a tissue box
...was Dokja hallucinating..?
"You guys improvised alot huh.. you two were really into it! great job joonghyuk."
Han sooyoung's words were phrased a bit.. weird? and the wiggle of her eyes brows confirmed his suspicions
"—but i think the dialogue really helped build the scene, so maybe the improvising was good.."
then it hit Dokja like a train. The scene was over..
"—nd all im saying is be careful about how immersed you get. tsk poor Hyunsung-ssi said cut almost 3 times!"
was Dokja ever this careless?
The rest of the cleanup was a blur. Everything seemed a little out of touch, he needed something- anything, really.
"Kim dokja."
he always believed a protagonist would have a perfect entrance.
Unfortunately, Dokja had not finished gathering himself up and could not get rid of the stubborn flush on his cheeks
"..ask Heewon-ssi to coverup the marks."
Joonghyuk looked oddly smug saying that...was he hallucinating?
Dokja realized embarrassingly late that ugly feeling was anticipation, and he craved more.
Bonus
Han sooyoung was right and Yoo joonghyuk hated that.
The director warned him that this role would be risky for him— not his career or reputation but for his own sanity.
Kim dokja was a late addition to the show, mainlu because he had just finished wrapping up a press tour for his latest Tv series.
Joonghyuk was actually surprised when Han sooyoung asked him if he'd want to back out because of his co-star. He thought, maybe he's an insufferable egocentric actor who thinks he's a big-shot; or maybe he just pissed off han sooyoung.
He realized embarrassingly late that Han sooyoung warned him about this not because Kim dokja was a scandalous actor, or an insufferable egocentric actor.
Kim dokja was just a rat bastard.
Yoo joonghyuk had never met anybody like him. Dokja was witty, quick on his feet and had a insufferable silver tongue. He didn't cower and stood his ground, but he held a level of respect for Yoo joonghyuk that bordered on admiration.
Kim dokja was like a star in the night sky, he burned so bright; he shined to be admired and loved and yet he still lit up a path for yoo joonghyuk.
Joonghyuk seemed drunk off dokja. So in character he barely registered the cameraman's "Cut!"
..barely registered it.
After-all, he expected it anyways, This was a movie targetted towards teen audiences, explicit sex were not allowed. But, did Joonghyuk have to stop?
It drove Joonghyuk mad that Dokja had porcelain skin that so beautifully contrasted his tanned skin.
The way his body fit so right in his hands, the curve of his back, the eager tongue in his mouth, his slim, wandering hands finding their place around his neck, the little gasps exhaling from Kim dokja were enough to keep him going all night.
Dokja was like a drug Joonghyuk had accidentally gotten a taste of, and Joonghyuk wanted more, so he repented by running his hands all over Dokja's body, as much surface as he could touch and every little detail he found drove him deeper and deeper.
His hair was thick and soft, and his skin flushed a pretty pink easily. (and deep. down to his chest)
His nails were trimmed well, but they were grown enough to leave stinging scratches, dokja nearly drove joonghyuk mad when he decided to claw at his back, dragging him closer and closer, just grinding their bodies together
He had a small waist and a lean body, with very few moles scattered around his body. It felt like he had won a prize when he discovered three moles that scene. He wondered how far they went down?
His lips were a pretty, peachy pink. They were full and soft, and his cupids bow had Joonghyuk fixated at his lips. Joonghyuk always had an inwards cheer when there was a kiss scene between them.
Dokja was too alluring, his trembling gasps, his blown pupils, and those fucking bedroom eyes. Dokja's moans were addicting, and Joonghyuk could get drunk of the beautiful arch of his back, and his slim fingers and his pale skin paired with his pink nippl—
Kim dokja was pretty.
Yoo Joonghyuk didn't want to stop.