'‧✮. ow, nichojoo !! ⋆+'
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── BEJ & WYXᆞ ❝ROCKSTARS AU!❞
The chains glittered in the dark. They smelled of Baccarat, smoking a blunt.
And they looked like they could fuck you hard.
☆•—Prendeme el porro, dale.
The world was theirs, but you became their night.
You got involved with Noir Velvet and you still don't know if you'll soon be able to get some fresh air from either of them.
oh no! they made them emo!
★ three scenarios yay ★
♡
tags | rockstars au! ; noir velvet's prey ; you are like their fan idk good luck ; yeah, 2vs1 ; nicho bites, joo kisses you hard, warning.
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Euijoo: His hair is a fresh, reddish color, a bit more carefully styled than Nicho's, perhaps with a silky sheen that contrasts sharply with the surrounding chaos. Sometimes he pulls a few strands back to reveal his flawless face, but he always lets some fall over his forehead.
He possesses an almost unreal, ethereal beauty. His eyes are almond-shaped and expressive, but here they hold a constant spark of mischief. His mouth is his primary weapon: full lips that always seem moist or stained with alcohol. He's a bit more slender and elegant. He moves with a feline, almost provocative grace. He has impeccable posture, even when he's high on adrenaline.
Key Outfit: Black or white silk shirts, either sheer or unbuttoned halfway down the chest, revealing a black pearl necklace or several leather chokers intertwined with chains and crosses. He wears dark dress pants with modern cuts and designer boots.
Vibe: He smells of expensive rum, vanilla, and a touch of dark florals. He's the one who smiles at you tenderly while telling you the dirtiest thing you've ever heard.
In the car, Euijoo sits between you. He whispers in your ear about how good you looked on stage, asks your name in a sweet voice that makes you think he cares, while his hands play with the edges of your clothes. He's mentally "breaking" you. He's the one who drives you crazy.
Nicholas: Features as sharp as knives. A jawline so defined it's intimidating. His eyes are almond-shaped and intense, accentuated with a thick line of black eyeliner that sometimes smudges onto his cheekbones. He has a small piercing in his lip, which he bites when he's concentrating.
He's not overly muscular, but he has broad shoulders and arms marked by the effort of playing guitar. His hands are his best feature: long fingers, prominent veins, and chipped black nail art at the tips. Key Outfit: Black leather pants so tight they feel like a second skin, platform combat boots, and silver chains that jingle when he walks. He's usually shirtless or wears a sheer tank top under a leather jacket covered in patches or studs. He likes rings—lots of them. Chains too, bracelets as well, and several belts.
The Enforcer: He doesn't speak. He observes. Occasionally, he forces you to take a swig from his bottle or squeezes your thigh with a force that reminds you that, although Euijoo may seem sweet with his perfect smile and soft voice, it is Nicholas who has you trapped.
Vibe: It smells like tobacco, metal, and a very strong woody perfume. It's the kind of person who looks you up and down and makes you feel like you belong to them without saying a word.
Dynamics: Nicholas and Euijoo act as a unit. There is no jealousy between them. If "usser" tries to favor one, the other "punishes" her with more attention or physical demands.
- The Concert The Atmosphere: A mass of screaming people, the air thick with CO2, stage smoke, and the metallic smell of hot amplifiers. Strobe lights sliced through the air like knives, creating flashes where Nicholas and Euijoo looked like electric gods immersed in the smoke from the machines and cigarettes in the venue. They gave life, meaning to it all.
You couldn't tell if the audience was screaming more for the black angel with hypnotic eyes and low voice, or for the sweaty Lucifer who slid his fingers on his reddish guitar while stepping on the amplifier and letting himself be carried away by his own creation.
The Sensory Experience: The floor vibrates beneath your feet from Euijoo's bass and his voice; it's that vibration you feel in your teeth. The sweat of the crowd mixes with the aroma of spilled beer and the smell of joints from the small groups near you. It was hot, even more so when you were thrashing to their songs, pressed together with the rest of the audience. Nicholas smashing his guitar with his head down, his hair covering his eyes, and Euijoo licking the microphone while staring at you from the front rows close to the stage.
- The Backstage The Atmosphere: Bare concrete walls, black cables snaking across the floor, and equipment cases stenciled with the band's logo. The lighting is red, industrial, and flickering.
A dressing room mirror with lights reflecting traces of Euijoo's makeup, and Nicholas cleaning his guitar with a clean rag, as if his sanity depended on the meticulous cleanliness of his instrument. It's a place lacking in luxury, but in the hotel looked totally different.
The Sensory Experience: The air smells of burnt tobacco, expensive rum from Euijoo's crystal glasses, and the raw, real sweat of the two of them. The silence here is heavy after the roar of the show; you can hear your own rapid breathing.
- The Van The Atmosphere: A small cabin with black leather and windows so dark that the city outside seems like a silent film that isn't yours. The light is a subtle neon blue, emanating from the dashboard.
Nicholas's cigarette smoke hangs in the air, drifting slowly, and the sound of rain or traffic hitting the roof reminds you that you're being held captive in full view and awareness.
The Sensory Experience: It's the most suffocating space because there's nowhere to escape. It smells of designer perfume (Euijoo's) and cold leather. You feel the engine's purr under the seat and the G-force every time the van turns, forcing your shoulders to collide with theirs. You can literally lick the tension and pray they don't lose their tempers with you right there. How long will it take to get to the hotel?
- The Hotel Suite The Atmosphere: Cream-colored carpets that muffle the sound of your footsteps, soaring ceilings, and designer furniture. It's a cold, sterile luxury that they take it upon themselves to desecrate.
The hotel key card lies discarded in the entrance, the velvet curtains drawn, blocking any trace of the coming morning, and the enormous bed resembles a battlefield awaiting its first casualty.
The Sensory Experience: It smells of Egyptian cotton sheets, mint, and the expensive alcohol from the minibar that Nicho takes between his fingers to sip while watching you lost in Euijoo's kisses. The temperature is low due to the air conditioning, but the heat emanating from the musicians creates a bubble of greed and impatience on different levels. You don't know what time it is, how much time has passed, or even if you'll be leaving anytime soon.
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THE BACKSTAGE
The hallway is narrow, lit by flickering red lights. The security guard, a soulless fellow, grabs your arm roughly. The last chord of the song still echoes in your ears as security pushes you behind a hidden curve in the club's walls.
No questions, no explanations. The heavy metal door with the sign "ACCESS RESTRICTED - NOIR VELVET" simply swings open and shoves you inside.
The thud of the door closing behind you leaves you in a buzzing silence, that and the jingle of your wristbands as you're released and the realization of where you've been hits you.
Nicholas was the first to see you. He leaned back on the sofa, exhaling a gray cloud of smoke as he scanned you from head to toe with insulting slowness.
"Look what they brought us, Juju..." His voice was gravelly, deep and raspy from the concert. "It seems today's audience has some real deals, huh?."
Euijoo didn't even turn around right away. He took his time finishing arranging his reddish hair in front of the mirror. When he did, his lined eyes sparkled under the white light of the dressing room.
"Hey, look at you... you look even better up close than under the stage lights," Euijoo murmured, closing the distance until his rum-flavored breath brushed your cheek. He took your chin with an almost painful gentleness. "You almost made me forget the lyrics to the last song, you know?"
Before you could respond to that sloppy compliment, you felt a sudden, heavy heat on your back. Nicholas had moved silently. His hands, large and calloused from playing the strings, dug into your hips with a firmness that forced you to arch your back against him.
Shit, it really was them...
"Don't distract them, Juju... we don't have much time before security comes to get us," Nicholas's voice vibrated against the back of your neck, rough and hungry. You felt his teeth catch on the collar of your jacket, tugging with a low growl. "I want to see if you're as soft as you look..."
As Euijoo lowered his head to slowly lick the side of your neck, murmuring promises of what he was going to do to you, Nicholas's hands slid from your hips to your thighs, squeezing to see how well you fit between his legs.
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THE VAN
The hallway is narrow, lit by flickering red lights. The security guard, a soulless fellow, grabs your arm roughly. The last chord of the song still echoes in your ears as security pushes you behind a hidden curve in the club's walls. No questions, no explanations. The heavy metal door with the sign "ACCESS RESTRICTED - NOIR VELVET" simply swings open and shoves you inside.
The thud of the door closing behind you leaves you in a buzzing silence, that and the jingle of your wristbands as you're released and the realization of where you've been, hits you.
Nicholas was the first to see you. He leaned back on the sofa, exhaling a gray cloud of smoke as he scanned you from head to toe with insulting slowness.
"Look what they brought us, Juju..." His voice was gravelly, deep and raspy from the concert. "It seems today's audience has some real deals, huh?."
Euijoo didn't even turn around right away. He took his time finishing arranging his reddish hair in front of the mirror. When he did, his lined eyes sparkled under the white light of the dressing room.
"Hey, look at you... You look even better up close than under the stage lights," Euijoo murmured, closing the distance until his rum-flavored breath brushed your cheek. He took your chin with an almost painful gentleness. "You almost made me forget the lyrics to the last song, you know?"
Before you could respond to that sloppy compliment, you felt a sudden, heavy heat on your back. Nicholas had moved silently. His hands, large and calloused from playing the strings, dug into your hips with a firmness that forced you to arch your back against him.
Shit, it really was them...
"Don't distract them, Juju... we don't have much time before security comes to get us," Nicholas's voice vibrated against the back of your neck, rough and hungry. You felt his teeth catch on the collar of your jacket. "I want to see if you're as soft as you look..."
Nicholas has you against the wall, his hand already working on the zipper of your jacket, but Euijoo laughs softly and places a hand over his, stopping him.
"Oh, Nicho... here? Among cable cases and the smell of stale beer? You think so?" Euijoo looks you in the eyes, gently brushing a strand of hair aside, sending shivers down your spine."I was starting to get attached to that scared little face... But I think they deserve something a little more... private. Don't you think the suite has a better view?"
Nicholas gruns, but he likes the idea. He looks at you with those hunter's eyes and lets out a dry laugh. "You're right. Then don't let them go. Have them put in the black van. Tell the others to go in the main one, we'll go on our own."
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The van's engine purrs as they speed away from the club. Nicholas gives the driver a quick command and closes the partition window, leaving them in a capsule of leather and shadows.
"Are you nervous, love? You shouldn't be..." Euijoo murmurs, getting so close that his nose is almost touching yours. "Nicholas can be a bit rough, but I'll take care of you. At least until we get to the suite. After that... well, I'm not promising anything."
Nicholas lets out a husky laugh from your side, lighting a cigarette despite the enclosed space. The smoke drifts between the three of you.
"Stop lying, EJ. We both know you're worse than me when you 'get attached'." Nicholas stretches his arm behind your shoulders, marking his territory, and digs his fingers into your opposite shoulder, forcing you to lean against him so he can pass his lit cigarette to Euijoo. "Enjoy the ride, baby. It's the closest you'll get to peace all night."
"I just love that scared little face, Nicho. Almost like he doesn't know what he's getting themselves into." Promised EJ with a soft, almost plaintive tone.
Nicholas let out a dry laugh, one that didn't reach his dark eyes, and grabbed the back of your neck with that large hand that smells of metal and nicotine. He forced you to look at him, inches from his lips that still tasted of the alcohol he drank in the dressing room.
"But looks like is dying inside," Nicho grunted, and his eyes dropped to your mouth with an intensity that almost burned."It looks like waiting for us to ask for permission. But we both know that if they don't bite us right now, they are going to be screaming before we even get to the hotel."
Nicholas released your hair just to slide his fingers down your throat, pressing barely enough to make your breath catch in your throat. Euijoo smiled tenderly and kissed your shoulder gently as he watched impatience begin to build in his bandmate's eyes.
"Go for it, gorgeous. Show Nicho you're not just a silent offering," Euijoo whispered in your other ear, his tongue brushing your earlobe as his hand moved dangerously up your thigh. "Devour his mouth before he decides he's done being patient with you."
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, defiant, and stood there, millimeters away from you, waiting for you to take the final step toward the abyss. He warned you: "Or are you going to make me take the first move?"
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THE HOTELROOM
The hallway is narrow, lit by flickering red lights. The security guard, a soulless fellow, grabs your arm roughly. The last chord of the song still echoes in your ears as security pushes you behind a hidden curve in the club's walls. No questions, no explanations. The heavy metal door with the sign "ACCESS RESTRICTED - NOIR VELVET" simply swings open and shoves you inside.
The thud of the door closing behind you leaves you in a buzzing silence, that and the jingle of your wristbands as you're released and the realization of where you've been, hits you.
Nicholas was the first to see you. He leaned back on the sofa, exhaling a gray cloud of smoke as he scanned you from head to toe with insulting slowness.
"Look what they brought us, Juju..." His voice was gravelly, deep and raspy from the concert. "It seems today's audience has some real deals, huh?."
Euijoo didn't even turn around right away. He took his time finishing arranging his reddish hair in front of the mirror. When he did, his lined eyes sparkled under the white light of the dressing room.
"Hey, look at you... You look even better up close than under the stage lights," Euijoo murmured, closing the distance until his rum-flavored breath brushed your cheek. He took your chin with an almost painful gentleness. "You almost made me forget the lyrics to the last song, you know?"
Before you could respond to that sloppy compliment, you felt a sudden, heavy heat on your back. Nicholas had moved silently. His hands, large and calloused from playing the strings, dug into your hips with a firmness that forced you to arch your back against him.
Shit, it really was them...
"Don't distract them, Juju... we don't have much time before security comes to get us," Nicholas's voice vibrated against the back of your neck, rough and hungry. You felt his teeth catch on the collar of your jacket. "I want to see if you're as soft as you look..."
Nicholas has you against the wall, his hand already working on the zipper of your jacket, but Euijoo laughs softly and places a hand over his, stopping him.
"Oh, Nicho... here? Among cable cases and the smell of stale beer? You think so?" Euijoo looks you in the eyes, gently brushing a strand of hair aside, sending shivers down your spine."I was starting to get attached to that scared little face... But I think they deserve something a little more... private. Don't you think the suite has a better view?"
Nicholas gruns, but he likes the idea. He looks at you with those hunter's eyes and lets out a dry laugh. "You're right. Then don't let them go. Have them put in the black van. Tell the others to go in the main one, we'll go on our own."
•❥• ─────────── •❥•
The van's engine purrs as they speed away from the club. Nicholas gives the driver a quick command and closes the partition window, leaving them in a capsule of leather and shadows.
"Are you nervous, love? You shouldn't be..." Euijoo murmurs, getting so close that his nose is almost touching yours. "Nicholas can be a bit rough, but I'll take care of you. At least until we get to the suite. After that... well, I'm not promising anything."
Nicholas lets out a husky laugh from your side, lighting a cigarette despite the enclosed space. The smoke drifts between the three of you.
"Stop lying, EJ. We both know you're worse than me when you 'get attached'." Nicholas stretches his arm behind your shoulders, marking his territory, and digs his fingers into your opposite shoulder, forcing you to lean against him so he can pass his lit cigarette to Euijoo. "Enjoy the ride, baby. It's the closest you'll get to peace all night."
•❥• ─────────── •❥•
The click of the electronic lock sounded like a gunshot in the silence of the suite. Nicholas didn't move from the door; he stood there, a dark-haired, lethal shadow silhouetted against the wood, looking at you with the eyes of a hunter who has finally cornered his prey.
"The trip is over," Nicholas said, his voice now much hoarser and drier. He took off his leather jacket and threw it to the floor, still looking at you. "There's no more van, no more cameras, no one to interrupt."
Euijoo walked to the king-size bed, but didn't sit down. He unbuttoned the cuffs of his silk shirt, revealing the veins on his forearms. The dim light from the bedside lamps made his black eyeliner look smudged; there were barely any traces of patience left in his eyes.
"You're trembling, angel..." Euijoo whispered, without looking at you. His sleeves were rolled up, and he was sighing as if he'd finally gotten what he wanted. He looked up. "Is it because of the cold in the suite, or is it because you finally realized we're not going to let you sleep all night?"
Nicholas walked toward you with a slowness that took your breath away. He stopped right in front of you, trapping you in the heat of his intentions. The guitarist reached out and took hold of the back of your neck, not forcefully, but with a firmness that prevented you from moving your head.
"You were very quiet in the van," Nicholas said, leaning in until his lips brushed your ear. "Now I want to see if you can hold our gaze when we take you apart piece by piece. EJ, you start... I want to see your angel completely shatter."
Euijoo just chuckled softly and cupped your cheek once his companion gave your body permission. Of course, he would take the initiative. Nicho wasn't good at starting slow.
"May I?" He asked and his lips took your consent and drank in your sighs. Nicho rolled his eyes at such tenderness.
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