As soon as Wooyoung pushes the door open, a swirl of red smoke greets him.

He can't help but breathe it in and his mind instantly goes a bit fuzzy, even as the smoke wraps around him as if it will keep him standing.

"Ah, you're here."

The voice makes Wooyoung swallow and he has to take another deep breath to keep himself calm.

Which of course means he inhales more of the smoke.

"Of course I am." He answers, walking forward to the large set waiting for him.

His eyes flick over everything that's been positioned already. A bed, dresser, window...

So he's filming another bedroom scene today. Not bad. At least that means he can lay down.

He feels a grip squeeze his chin and continue to pull him forward.

The trail of smoke guides him over to the large, plush chair set up next to all the cameras, then yanks him down to his knees as soon as he's in front of it.

A real hand grabs him now, gently tilting his head back.

"How are you today?"

"I'm ready to work." Wooyoung flashes an alluring smile, knowing exactly what to say and do to keep him happy.

"I'm glad to hear that. We've got a long day ahead of us. Go get dressed, your outfit is in the changing room."

Wooyoung stands immediately, as if the order has complete control over him. "Yes, Hongjoong."

He heads to the room indicated and presses his lips together when he sees a script laying next to a pink, sheer babydoll dress. There's matching pink lace panties with it too.

Seeing it makes his face fall and he leans against the door for just a few seconds to stare at them.

But he knows he can't wait for too long, so he quickly changes into the outfit and pushes aside the knots wanting to form in his stomach.

He picks up the script and skims it, looking for anything he needs to brace himself for.

Thankfully this shoot doesn't seem to be that bad. Man comes home, find cute boy toy asleep in his bed passed out, things escalate from there.

Wooyoung then goes back to look at his lines. All generic, cheesy, typical lines, but he knows they are meant to be a guide more than anything else.

Hongjoong likes it when he improvises.

Taking one more deep breath, Wooyoung clutches the script to his chest and leaves his dressing room so no one comes looking for him.

His feet take him directly to Hongjoong's chair, where he starts to sink to his knees again, but Hongjoong stops him with a hand and pulls him to sit in his lap.

Hongjoong wraps an arm around Wooyoung's waist and walks his other fingers up Wooyoung's thigh. "I knew you'd look stunning in this." His voice is sickly sweet, matching the wide smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Thank you for picking it out for me." Wooyoung slides one hand behind Hongjoong's head and leans in. "You always have the best taste in clothing." He purrs.

"Mmmmm, don't you know it." Hongjoong licks his lips and leans a little closer too. "Are you ready to start?"

"Whenever you are."

Hongjoong jerks his head toward the set and Wooyoung gives him one last sultry look before strolling over there while swaying his hips just how Hongjoong likes.

He slides into bed on his stomach, takes note of where all the cameras are so he can ignore them, and grabs a pillow to cuddle into.

Once Hongjoong calls action, Wooyoung makes sure to relax his body completely, falling into the character of someone dead asleep.

Footsteps reach his ears, signaling the approach of whatever actor his boss had chosen for this scene. They didn't matter to Wooyoung anymore so he hadn't even bother asking because a dick is a dick, it doesn't matter who it's attached to.

"Well, well, well," the man says with a slur.

His voice sounds familiar, maybe they've worked together in the past.

"Such a tempting sight." The bed dips and Wooyoung fights to stay still.

Especially when the man pulls the covers away to reveal what he's wearing. A groan comes next, followed by two hands grabbing his ass and squeezing.

"So fucking pretty. And all for me." The man continues to grope his ass, putting on a bit of a show for the cameras.

A finger hooks under the panties and pulls them aside to reveal his hole, which is then pressed against with a thumb.

"Good, still nice and tight."

When he presses the dry tip of his thumb inside, Wooyoung gives a little groan, which he works quickly to cover up the discomfort of with a sleepy sigh as he readjusts just a little.

He needs to 'stay asleep' as long as possible.

"Pathetic bitch. You could sleep through anything. That's not going to stop me."

Suddenly a tongue presses against his entrance and Wooyoung fights every instinct within him to react. But the man starts to eat him out almost viciously, squeezing his ass and nipping at the skin around his hole.

One particularly harsh bite makes Wooyoung whine and he quickly hugs the pillow to make it seem like he's starting to wake up.

Which earns him a harsh slap on his left cheek.

This is so unexpected that he yelps and pushes himself up and to the side so he rolls over.

"Well, thank you for joining me." The man sneers and looms over him.

Wooyoung swallows and quickly adopts a seductive look. "Oh, hi Daddy." He says, adding a giggle on the end and lifting a hand to rest against the man's chest.

He gets a hungry look in return. "What do you think you are doing wearing this to bed."

"Well," Wooyoung says with a pout and a slight whine to his voice, "I tried waiting up for you so I could surprise you. But then it got so late." He over exaggerates the last words, then pushes himself up so he can bring their faces closer.

His lips are quickly captured in a kiss and a against his back to keep him lifted from the bed.

The make out is also over-exaggerated, with lots of tongue and tugging on lips with teeth. And Wooyoung moans. A lot.

Moans, whimpers, whines, anything to sound like a needy little twink.

Just how Hongjoong wants him.

It's not long before he's laying flat again and being fucked into the mattress while still wearing the dress.

The man snaps his hips quickly and Wooyoung makes sure to moan loudly with his each one, twisting his features to make it look like this is the best fuck if his life.

It's not, but the cameras don't need to know that.

When the man finishes, he makes sure to stroke Wooyoung into his own orgasm, a rare treat but Wooyoung figures it's to show the lingerie getting dirty, and kisses him until they hear the magic word.

"Cut!"

Wooyoung turns his head away to break the kiss and lays there until the man leaves. If he isn't the one to end things, sometimes the other actors feel like they can do... more... as if they didn't just get to fuck one of the most desirable men in the entire city.

After another moment, Wooyoung swings his legs over the side of the bed. Red smoke swirls around him again, summoning him once more. Following it, Wooyoung cringes a little when he feels cum and lube sliding down his thighs.

Hongjoong watches his every move with a hungry glint in his eyes. "That was impeccable, Angel, you know I love it when you can get a video done in one take."

Wooyoung tilts his head back slightly, showing off his lines, and sweetly says, "You know all I want to do is please you."

"Oh you do." Wooyoung is pushed from behind and he skillfully maneuvers himself so he can straddle Hongjoong instead of falling into his lap. "You do, my angel baby." Hongjoong growls before harshly grabbing Wooyoung's cheeks with one hand to pull him into a kiss.

He doesn't doesn't fight it, giving in instantly and letting Hongjoong dominate his mouth. He even tries to push back with his own tongue, moaning like he's desperately needy.

When Hongjoong pulls away, he keeps a tight grip on Wooyoung and speaks softly. "Keep this up and maybe I'll let you leave early today."

Wooyoung isn't stupid. He sees right through that statement, down to the thinly veiled threat that if he doesn't do well, then the day will go even longer...

"What's up next?" Wooyoung speaks as best he can, even with his cheeks squished, and makes sure to keep his voice light and playful.

A darkness enters Hongjoong's eyes that makes Wooyoung's stomach drop, though he doesn't let it show on his face. "I've had a very specific request from a very high paying VIP. The script should already be waiting for you. Take 30 minutes while we move things around."

As soon as Wooyoung's released, he forces himself to walk at his normal speed to his changing room, even though his feet beg him to run in the opposite direction.

Once inside, his eyes fall on the sweatpants, muscle shirt, and gym bag stacked on his small table.

His lips curl down slightly and he changes, also discovering some tight, black briefs, before sitting in the plush, blue armchair and starts looking over the script.

It looks basic enough. He's going to the gym and he gets stopped by some men who have been watching him.

But it doesn't specify how many men... Nor does it really give a lot of lines or implications of what's going to happen.

This makes Wooyoung's stomach knot up even more and he curls into himself because he knows this is Hongjoong's way of wanting to see genuine reactions from him.

Which usually involve fear...

"This is what you have to do." He whispers to himself. "This is the choice you made."

~~

"What's the matter?" Mingi asks, looking up from where he was cleaning his wings to where Jongho is rubbing circles into his own chest.

The younger frowns a little. "I don't know, I just started getting this ache in my chest last night and it won't go away."

Mingi sits up a little straighter, "Like your heart is being tugged on??"

"I don't know, maybe? I thought we weren't supposed to feel pain anymore." Jongho grumbles and flops back into the clouds behind him, sending a swirling poof into the air.

"Do you not pay attention to anything??" Mingi moves closer so he can lean forward and semi-glare down at the younger angel. "Seonghwa is going to be so mad at you." He adds in a sing-song voice.

"Would you just spit it out already?"

Mingi smirks and ruffles Jongho's hair, making him groan and bat his hand away. "I don't think I should! Seonghwa will explain it better than I can."

"That's not fair!" Jongho sits up and glowers at the older. "Now you're just being mean. You know I don't like talking to Seonghwa."

"Maybe you should have listened during your training." Mingi shrugs and stands while stretching his arms over his head. "I'm going to find Yunho." He flashes one more teasing smile in Jongho's direction before unfurling his large wings and flying away.

Jongho clenches his jaw and glares after Mingi until the older angel disappears from sight.

Then he cringes and rubs at his chest again.

Mingi's description seems accurate. It's like his heart hurts or aches. But it also feels like it's being tugged on whenever the sensation starts.

He knows his friend is right... He should have listened better when Seonghwa was taking him through his introductions and trainings.

But he'd been silly and naïve, and maybe a little starstruck if he's honest with himself.

Jongho doesn't remember how he died. Most angels don't. They simply wake up in their new bed among the clouds, ready to begin their new life. So when it was his turn, he'd definitely been confused and not quite sure what to make of his new future, but he was also fascinated by the fact that angels are real!

Now he's going to pay the price because Seonghwa is going to scold him...

With a shake of his head, Jongho lays back down and decides to ignore the feeling for now because he can tolerate it more than upsetting the head angel for this region.

No, for now he will hope it goes away on it's own and continue to enjoy his new, eternal, carefree life.