bunbun007

[bunbun007]

ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘ

Sum: You never meant to sell your soul — not truly. But a binding contract with a group of demons thrusts you into the chaos of managing a rising K-pop boyband, and the last thing anyone expects is for love to take center stage. Flung headfirst into the dazzling whirlwind of idol stardom, you find yourself managing the Saja Boys — a devilishly beautiful demon group with celestial voices, chaotic charm, and absolutely no grasp on human norms. Between choreo disasters, forbidden glances, stolen plushies, and the slow, simmering ache of something more, keeping them on track becomes secondary to keeping your heart guarded. But as the stage lights burn brighter and their otherworldly masks begin to slip, what once bound you in magic begins to bind you in something far more dangerous — feeling. Because maybe, just maybe, the true contract isn’t the one signed in blood… It’s the one being written in love.

Relationships: Saja Boys/Reader || Baby/Reader ; Jinu/Reader ; Abby/Reader ; Mystery/Reader ; Romance/Reader Warnings: Demon Pacts; Demon Summoning

ꜱᴀᴊᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

1. ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴘᴀᴄᴛꜱ 2. ꜰᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɢ 3. ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ 4. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4 5. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 5 ✧˖°. ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀꜱ ° ᴊɪɴᴜ ° ʙᴀʙʏ ° ᴀʙʙʏ ° ʀᴏᴍᴀᴄᴇ ° ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀʏ

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[bunbun007]

ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘ - ꜱᴀᴊᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ

Warnings: Mentions of demon pacts

✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ )

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairings: Saja Boys x Reader (Individual scenes this time!)

Chapter sum: Debut prep is stressful for any manager… but try doing it when your boyband are literal demons who refuse to cooperate. Yeah. Send help.

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When making a life-binding deal, one usually reads the small print — the lines corporations don't want you to see. The ones that warn you of hidden clauses, impossible fees, or eternal damnation.

Unfortunately, when you offered your soul to demons… You didn’t exactly get a choice.

Still, it's nice to dream. Maybe, if you had read the fine print, you’d have realized you weren’t just managing a boyband.

You were babysitting a group of glorified preschoolers.

“B, stop it already! That’s the fifth time I’ve fixed your crippling nails. Quit it.” You lunged forward, grabbing the blue-haired demon’s wrist mid-reach before he could smudge the nail polish again. “I swear, your stage name really suits you.”

Baby scoffed and rolled his eyes with such force you feared they might pop out of his head. “Is this even necessary? Hey, Abs — back me up.” He threw himself backwards with all the grace of a victorian lady, relying on Abby to catch him with a grunt.

Abby looked at him with a crooked smirk and lifted him back up, shaking his head slightly. “I think they’re cool. Souls really do love decorating every inch of their bodies, huh?”

You nodded, fighting the corner of your lips. “We do. Besides, this’ll show your fans you’re not insecure about your masculinity. Boosts appeal by, like, fifty percent.”

You tossed a nail polish bottle his way. “Here. Matches your hair.”

You walked over to the center of your cramped apartment and clapped your hands, whistling softly. “Listen up, kids, we have to start building a show. And I'm your key to the treasure. Now, if you could all just be so nice to explain why having fans is so important to you guys?”

Ah.

That was the thing, wasn't it. When the demons had first introduced themselves to you, they had explained that you were bound to them and were to follow their every command. Beyond that, they only insisted on becoming well-known idols — a boyband, if you will.

(What about your side of the deal? Your reward? Not dying, apparently.)

It was only natural for you to be curious. A matter if time. You’d spent time with them now, and strangely, they were starting to grow on you… well, they did appear human.

“Our ambitions should not trouble your pretty brain, Star,” Romantic commented as he crossed his arms over the armrest of your small sofa, closing his eyes.

He looked so peaceful. Reachable.

“Oh, come on, don’t be like that, you guys. I’m your manager. I have to know~” You kept your tone light, teasing — but somehow, the room went quieter. Colder.

“Ignore it, Polaris,” Jinu said from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression unreadable. “Ignorance is a bliss. Bear it.”

Right.

You cleared your throat. “Anyways, we should start brainstorming ideas.”

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The fact that demons had vocals and amazing songwriting skills shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did. You didn’t think these demons would be the full package.

You’d spent around two weeks creating a melody and some lyrics to go with it. It was hard at first, given the fact that the boys didn’t know much about K-pop, social media, or current trends.

“Okay, well, the lyrics are good so far. Catchy. Tery, how are things going with the music?” You walked over to Mystery, tapping the back of your pen to your lip softly, gazing over the demon’s shoulder.

“All good,” he looked at you and then around, scooting to the side as he offered you a seat on the tiny sofa. “Wanna listen to it?”

You hummed as you placed your pen and notebook down, nodding softly as you took him up on the offer. You flopped down with a small “huff” and relaxed.

Your thigh pressed against his as you took in his presence. He was warm and shared a sense of calmness that no other member had been able to offer. You looked away.

“Here,” Mystery gave you one of the earphones as he used the other one, forcing you into close proximity. You cursed yourself for not buying Bluetooth ones.

Tapping your palm to the top of your jeans, you hummed softly to the tune, shaking your head. “The chorus is good, it should have a catchy phrase there, like ‘Stop!’ or ‘Drop!’ You know? Something that stands out.” Your skin prickled where his sleeve brushed yours.

His voice was velvet wrapped in smoke.“Like… pop?” His breath tingled your ear as you turned to face him abruptly.

“Exactly!”

Oh.

Close. So close you could see his long eyelashes under his hair. His scent was intoxicating. Eyes? Alluring. He tapped your shoulder twice as he stared straight into your eyes, then took a deep breath. His breath tingled your lips. Warm, human. Almost. But there was something too still about him. Too quiet.

You didn’t move.

He breathed again, tapping you once more. “Hey, you shouldn’t hold your breath for so long. Souls need air, don’t they?” His lips parted into a soft smirk, a small tug at the corner. “Nova?”

You backed away dumbly, feeling the warmth crawl up your neck as you grabbed your notebook and handed it to him. “Write those great ideas down! I’ll go… get you something to drink, a soda is okay?” You stood up and gave him a forced grin.

You awkwardly backed away, slipping through the door and into the kitchen.

You missed Jinu and Romantic’s puzzled expressions as they pestered Mystery with questions about why their human had fled so suddenly.

Mystery just smiled, tapping your pen to his lips. “I don’t know.”

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After successfully escaping, you decided maybe it was time to chat with Baby. Out of everyone, he was one of the few who didn’t talk much to you — and frankly, that made you nervous. If the demons ever decided you were no longer useful, you figured it would be nice if he hesitated before killing you. Hopefully.

So, you wandered into the kitchen and found him rummaging through your fridge like a bored child.

“Hey B, whatcha doing?” You asked casually, rubbing the back of your neck with both hands as you eyed the demon’s eternally messy blue hair.

He didn’t turn around. “Looking for food.”

You tilted your head and hopped up to sit on the counter, letting your legs dangle. “I—wait. Aren’t you guys okay with not eating?”

He closed the fridge with a heavy sigh, like you’d just asked him the dumbest question to ever been thought. “We don’t need to eat. But snacks are nice.” He finally turned, pinning you with a sharp look. “You didn’t get the gummies I like.”

You stared. “You mean the sugar bricks with glitter that shouldn’t be legal in most countries?”

“They sparkle,” He said flatly.

You groaned, rubbing your temples. “Right. I'll add glitter-gummies to the grocery list.”

Sliding off the counter, you tugged lightly at the back of his sweater. “You could have a lollipop, though. I think I’ve got a few stashed somewhere.” Without checking if he was following, you crossed the kitchen to a tiny high cabinet and yanked it open in one smooth motion.

Nothing?

You stretched your arm to the very back, fingers brushing empty space. “I swear they were here…” You huffed, twisting around to break the bad news—only to freeze mid-turn.

Warmth.

Baby stood directly behind you, gaze still fixed on the cabinet as he reached over your shoulder. When he found no candy, he let both hands drop—planting them on the counter, one on either side of your torso.

Your eyes met.

You tried to play it cool. Knowing this demon, any hint of fluster would only encourage him. And he was the type to take any opening and put you beneath him—emotionally, of course.

“Oops,” you said lightly, hands landing on your hips but angled slightly back to avoid touching his arms. “We’re out of candy. We’ll buy more later. Don’t panic.”

Baby just bit his bottom lip and tilted his head, calculating. Oh no. He was smirking.

In one smooth step, he leaned in. Close. “I wouldn’t worry about that,” he said, voice all honey and knives. “I know other sweet things that could suffice.”

He flashed a full smile—too bright, too innocent to be real. “Know what I’m talking about?”

You didn’t blink. “I’m afraid I don’t.” You tilted your chin, matching his tone. “Do enlighten me.”

He lifted one hand to your chin, fingers cool but gentle. Slowly, he leaned in—his breath brushing your ear. “You should try to guess, little soul. Apart from sweetness, what other treasures could my heart desire?”

Your brain screamed run, but your feet didn’t listen. You pressed a hand to his chest, palm meeting the soft fuzz of his sweater. “My soul.” 

It wasn’t a question.

“Yes.”

You smiled, but it was thin and bitter. “Too bad, so sad. I like being alive.” You pushed against him and took two firm steps back. “Maybe another time.”

His laugh was smooth, syrupy—sweet, but probably fatal in high doses. “Saying that means there’ll be a day I do get it,” he said, grabbing your wrist before you could walk off. “I’m excited for that future.”

You sighed, already feeling the headache brewing. “One future at a time,” you snapped, yanking your hand free. “Right now, you should be worrying about this one—specifically, the one where you don’t trip over your own feet on stage.”

Your eyes narrowed. “So. How’s that choreography coming?”

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Abby was, surprisingly, the most chill to be around — often found sleeping somewhere, limbs sprawled like a lazy cat. That’s probably why he didn’t bother you too much. Three weeks in, and not once had he caused an inconvenience.

Until today.

“What, in the seven realms of hell, is that?”

Despite having the more obvious muscles out of the group, you were the one carrying all the groceries. Abby’s strength was definitely show, not tell.

“Is that a cat? A purple cat?”

He scrambled over to a nearby store window, drawing the stares of several starry-eyed employees who looked one giggle away from fainting.

“Sandeoki,” He read aloud, grabbing the small plushie on display. “Oi, human, I want it! Look at it. It’s so… lovely. It feels like it belongs to me.” He rubbed the plush against his cheek, pupils dilating.

You frowned. “Yeah, no. I don’t think we can pull off another theft, and I definitely don’t have idol-merch money.”

You glanced over your shoulder, watching as the store workers called over the manager — and still couldn’t stop ogling Abs.

“Merch?” he asked, eyes still locked on the plush. “That’s what we’ll have when humans are all over us, right?”

“Yup. There’ll be a mini version of you. I’ll make sure to get you a good deal once you guys hit the jackpot. I’ve already got ideas for what each of you could be.”

You groaned under the weight of the bags. Using Abby's distraction to your advantage, you shoved them at him — which he caught effortlessly in one hand.

He turned to you, eyes sparkling like cartoon stars. “You’ll make a mini version of me? When? Now?”

Your face burned so hot that you felt the heat run down your neck as the employees started giggling and whispering.

You choked. “I—I didn’t mean that! I meant merchandise! Plushies! Dolls!”

You turned to the women with a panicked look. “Not… like that.”

Abby just gave the ladies a lazy salute, which made them squeal and turn away, completely red-faced.

“Come on, little soul,” he said softly. “Let’s go home.”

His voice was low, warm — domestic. The sound alone made one of the women audibly gasp.

Seriously. Get a boyfriend, ladies.

You sped-walked out of the store, desperately trying to beat the oncoming headache. It wasn’t until you were halfway home that you noticed something tucked under Abby’s arm.

Your eyes widened.

“Abs! What did I say about stealing?” you whisper-shouted, eyes on the familiar purple plushie in his hand.

He flexed his fingers gently over its belly, like he was cradling it.

“But it’s for you,” he said, handing it over. “Here. So you can use it as inspiration. You know — for my plushie.”

His smile was bright, gentle — trustworthy, somehow.

“Let’s go home, Corelight.”

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You seriously considered heading to a church, blessing some water, and coming back to throw it at Romantic. And you probably would’ve done it—if you weren’t still unsure how that would affect the bond.

The bond. Always in the way. Always there. A two-sided chain you still hadn’t figured out.

“What about… ‘Cool me down, you’re so hot?’” you muttered, pacing around the cramped kitchen. Sweat clung to your skin and made the line feel way too real.

The other demons had taken over your room, hiding out in the AC--You couldn’t blame them, it was hell outside--That old unit was somehow still working despite the rent being overdue, and honestly, it was a miracle.

Romantic had taken over your couch like he owned it, feet up on the coffee table. His smirk was lazy, but sharp, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Interesting,” he said, voice smooth. “Did I inspire those lyrics?”

You glared and kicked his feet off the table. He didn’t even flinch—just stretched again, letting his legs slide out like he lived here.

“Moonbeam, be nice,” he said, fake sweet.

You wiped at your forehead with the back of your hand. “Take your own advice. I could be back there with the others, cooling off—”

You gestured toward the hallway, where distant laughter and music drifted from your bedroom.

“But I need you here to help me write,” he said, fluttering his eyelashes at you.

You sighed and dropped to the floor, arms flopped out to your sides. The tile was cool, but not enough to help. “You just like watching me suffer.”

“I do.” He grinned, then dropped beside you, sprawling out on the floor.

One arm stretched toward the ceiling. His fingers mimicked a little explosion. “Soda Pop. That’s the name of the song.”

Then he turned onto his side, hand resting on his hip, eyebrows wiggling like an idiot. “You’re all I can think of. Every drop, I drink up~” He played with a piece of your hair, voice soft. “You’re my soda pop…”

You turned your head to look at him.

“My little soda pop,” he added, booping your nose with one finger.

Your face burned. Something fluttered low in your stomach—and right behind it, something darker. It wasn’t fair how human he looked when he smiled like that. Wasn’t fair how it made you want to stay.

You were supposed to protect yourself from this. From them.

After all, they were an active threat. You shouldn't be caught slacking.

“Don’t do that. Don’t act sweet and then turn around and put a dagger to my throat.”

You sat up, arms hugging your knees. “Do you need anything else, Romeo? Because if not, I’m leaving.”

You stood and crossed the kitchen, grabbing your backpack from the counter. You didn’t have plans, exactly, but the knot in your stomach was tight, and you knew where it came from.

Them.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You were angry at yourself.

…you were starting to care.

“The song is finished,” Romantic said, so quiet it barely reached you.

You didn’t look at him. “Then why did you—” need me here?

You shook your head. “Doesn’t matter. Good. I’ll come back later.”

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You hadn’t meant to wander this far, but the wrong turn wasn’t a total waste. You’d ended up in a part of the city you didn’t recognize—loud, crowded, packed with food stalls and tiny shops.

It was mostly young people here. A lot of teen girls.

Maybe luck was on your side.

You perked up instantly, pulling out your phone and saving the location. “I have to tell the boys about this as soon as I get home.” You could feel your cheeks burn at his much you were smiling.

“Tell us about what?”

Spinning to run—because yeah, you were suddenly excited to get back—you crashed right into someone. Or something. Solid.

Your balance tipped, and your eyes snapped shut as you braced for impact. But arms wrapped around your waist before you could fall, steadying you easily.

“You alright?” That voice. You knew it too well. “Manager, don’t die on us yet.”

“Jinu? What are you doing here?” You barely breathed the words. You didn’t pull away. “Did you follow me?”

You tried to move back, but his hand was still on your waist, keeping you close.

“I, uh… I saw you storm out,” he said, looking off to the side. “You looked furious. Which never happens. So, I thought—”

He cleared his throat. “Had to make sure our human was still in one piece.”

You stared at him. He didn’t meet your eyes at first, but then a small smile tugged at his mouth.

He was reckless. That was just who Jinu was.

When you first met, he acted cold—maybe even a little cruel. Treated you like some fragile pet. But then, one day in the kitchen, when you’d cut your finger while cooking for them—he was the first to react. Not gently, of course. But fast. Loud. Protective.

He tried to be cold. But he wasn’t.

“I’m fine, actually. More than fine.” Your hands found his forearms, steadying yourself. “I think I just found something big.”

He tilted his head, watching you closely. “Care to explain, Polaris?”

You turned his chin gently toward the street.

“This spot. Right here.”

You smiled, pointing at the stretch of sidewalk behind you.

“That’s your stage.”

He blinked.

“This is where the Saja Boys are going to become famous.”

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Here are the unlocked nicknames until now:

Romantic — Moonbeam Why: “Moonbeam” feels elegant, timeless, and full of ‘gentle’ affection — perfect for someone who says “dear” like he invented the word. It's also a little melancholy, which fits   “Come now, Moonbeam, don’t pout. The night would weep without your light.” Jinu — My Polaris Why: He sees you as his an anchor. The nicknamereflects deep respect and connection. It’s not flirty — it’s reverent  “You don’t have to prove anything, my Polaris. I’ll follow you anywhere.” Mysterious — Nova Why: Novaheart implies that there’s fire in you, and he likes poking at it. It’s soft teasing, flirty, dramatic, and unusual — like him.  “Careful, Nova. You burn too bright, someone might get hurt.”

I’m SO SORRY this chapter is so short. I kind of wanted to give you a little taste of every guy, but I haven’t had time to write. (This was supposed to be for yesterday, but I fell asleep while writing. If anyone recommends getting a summer job, don’t take it — I’m dying here.)

I think the next chapter will be longer, but it’ll take me a while to write because you guys deserve the best, so I want to deliver a good story! We’re finally starting with the movie, so I’m excited! Otome game, here we go!

Special thanks to: @lillycore @apelepikozume @junni-berry @hornehlittleweeblet2 @crescent-z @arieslucy @enerofairy @soldmygenderforglitter @bleufu1 @junni-berry @raineandcl0uds @bonbibons @anonymousewrites @crescent-z @fries11 @vgamegeek @the-unhinged-raccoon @enerofairy @wastedskullz @elegancefr @maximumtrashchild @meeeegaaan @trasshy-artist @otakusimp1 @yaraza @armycaratlover @rosieandthethorns @prettygirlkiki @missybabes @tati-the-fangirl @gl00muraaii @prettylittlelavvy

[bunbun007]

ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛʀɪᴘ - ꜱᴀᴊᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: ꜰᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴅʀᴜɢ

Warnings: Mentions of demon pacts ✧ദ്ദി( ˶^ᗜ^˶ ) Word Count: 1.9k Pairings: Saja Boys x Reader Chapter sum: You have come to accept the fact that your soul belongs to a group of demons and try to coexist with them. It's hard.

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It was moments like this that made you consider that maybe, just maybe, the one suffering from making a pact with demons was them instead of you. Honestly, it was a funny conclusion, but given the fact that they were lying on the ground weeping, it seemed like it.

“We are so doomed. Hopeless.” One of the demons whined as he ruffled his short pink hair. “You hopeless, useless human! How come you are poor?”

Classist. That’s what this group of five demons was.

Not only were they ungrateful for your soul—your precious, all-worthy soul, thank you very much—they had the nerve to complain about your living situation.

“This is some sort of joke, right? You didn’t just summon us to have us live in this… hovel.”

You gasped dramatically while clutching your shirt, throwing daggers at the blue-haired demon. “I’ll have you know that the only reason why I summoned you was so that I could get out of this situation. And yet, regardless of everything, my ‘situation’ is not that bad! I’m just a few months behind in rent!” And your diet consisted mostly of instant noodles below 1,000 won. But hey, how could they judge? They didn’t even own a home.

“Wow, you are just sad.” The demon in the middle —heavens, why was he always standing in the middle?— gave you a small smirk as he walked in front of you, his black hair being covered by a black gat that matched his hanbok. “But fear no more, human. We’re here to make it better. We’ll help you out, yeah?”

You gulped — that being the only sound in the room.

“Why me? What type of demons even are you?” Your voice cracked. It wasn’t fear, exactly. It was the growing, horrible realization that you were in over your head.

Silence.

One of the demons stretched out across your bed, yawning like a cat who owned the place. Another picked up a cracked mug on your table and sneered at it. Then, finally, a soft chuckle came from behind you.

“Why not you?” a voice purred, lilac hair draped over his eyes as he tilted his head. “You’re cute. You’re sad. And you’re clearly desperate enough to sign anything, aren’t you? Besides, it was either you or the middle schoolers who knew nothing about idols. And—” he walked closer, booping your nose softly and snickered— “they weren’t nearly as alluring.”

You took a step back. Idols?

“Idols, as in performers? What is it to you if I know about idols or not?” You stood your ground—or tried to, at least—but these creatures were weirdly enticing, as if an invisible force was pulling you toward them. The pact was getting stronger the more time you spent with them. “Is that why you all have colored hair? Must be it. Are the hanboks part of your theme too? Most demons are supposed to be scary, terrifying. But you are all… handsome.”

Finally, the last demon—who had yet to talk—walked behind you, his light pink bangs fluttering in your eyes as he held you by the shoulders and tilted your head back. “Quite. Thank you, dear. You clean up after yourself quite well.” He winked as he held you in this uncomfortable yet butterfly-inducing position.

Your stomach dropped as you pried away, holding your hands in front of your chest to keep some distance, but your shoulder hit something else.

A yelp escaped your lips as a flash of blue hair came into vision and a soft hand held the side of your waist to prevent your endangerment.

“Aye, careful there. Wouldn’t want our little human to get scratched, or hurt.” You froze, only straightening when the demon pushed your back forward so that you stood on your own.

A hand ruffled your hair as you steadied yourself.

“There, there. You look stressed. Poor thing looks ready to snap.” A sudden hand ruffled your hair messily as he fixed you a smirk, the only thing visible due to the purple locks covering his eyes.

A strong arm circled your shoulders and pulled you toward him in spite of a small sound of dissent from the one who held you before. You tilted your head to face the demon and he flashed you a smile. “Our starshine sure does. Relax, little one. We won’t hurt you—unless you want-”

“Okay, that’s enough,” the last demon called. Given the fact that the others stopped pestering you, it was a sign he was their leader. “You guys know how humans are—their little hearts can’t take it. And judging by their body language, this one is at their limit.” He walked closer. “Come here, starshine. We’ll explain everything.”

And they did.

Well, it’s not like you could do anything but listen. They were the owners of the chains you were now bound to. As their voices filled with teasing contempt, they revealed that whoever bore your contract… owned your soul.

As a visual representation of their power, they started throwing this small piece of paper around—a folded black envelope—and smirked at you. When you asked, they just laughed.

“Oh, this? This is your soul, Moonbeam. It’s ours to play with.”

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There’s a truth in sad boy literature: you don’t know how lucky you are until you miss that shine you took for granted. The magic behind being alone and at peace. But now, you were being trailed by a group of five sad-looking, handsome men.

“Why are we here…” The blue-haired demon whined. He unmistakably whined in a way that would usually be considered annoying—were it not for his handsome face. Pretty privilege. He tugged at your hair audaciously. “Hey human, this is so boring~”

You stopped in your tracks and turned around painfully slow.

“Stop being such a baby. You guys might be free from hunger, but I’m not. And if you want me to be able to promote your sad excuse of a boyband, then let me have this.” A sharp arm wrapped around your waist. You nearly dropped your basket.

“Now, Moonbeam, we wouldn’t want you to lose your cute little ability to talk back. Now, would we? If I were you, I would be nicer to us.” The light pink-haired man spoke softly in your ear, holding you more sternly as you tried to pull away.

To anyone else, it looked like a cute couple being close and shy with each other.

“Well, aren’t you a romantic…” You gritted your teeth and detached from his embrace, the hair on the back of your neck standing. “I’ll take your suggestion. Thanks.” You gave him the fakest, most obvious smile you could muster.

All that charm, and still can’t fix his attitude? Tragic.

Breathe.

“But if I were you, I’d be nicer to your manager. After all, I know how the world of entertainment works. While you…” Your gaze lingered on the black hanboks they were still wearing—pedestrians thought they were some kind of cosplayers. “…are undoubtedly lost. Face it, you guys need me.”

What you needed was power. Being your rightful owner again.

You needed them to free you.

The demon in the center smirked as he grabbed your chin and forced you to face him. “I think it’s the other way around, sweetheart. Remember your place, human—we could have you six feet under if we please.”

You saw red. But tried to breathe.

Yeah.

That didn’t work.

"You want to own my soul? Fine. But if you're going to drag me to Hell, you better do it right—because right now, you're all just dragging your feet." You snatched the man's hand away from you and pulled him dangerously closer. “If you want your little show to work, then you’ll have to hand some of the reins over. The summoning connects us both ways. Don’t think I don’t know that, demon.”

The demon froze, his eyes scanning your face as his lips fought to hide a small smile.

“Whatever you say, Polaris. But if you want to threaten me, do it by cursing my name. Jinu."

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You were being dragged to another store. Because, apparently, that’s the only way demons knew how to guide you anywhere they wanted to gaze at.

After spending the day with them, you had come up with a few nicknames for some of the demons—the ones that teased you most.

There was Baby, the smug, annoying one who kept tugging your shirt and making flirtatious comments when older women were present, making you a stuttering, ashamed mess.

There was also Romantic, which was originally just you being sarcastic—he had yet again threatened to end your life if you didn’t buy him a shiny necklace he liked.

Mysterious, who didn’t speak much, except for the small remarks he made when he thought you couldn’t hear him.

And Abby—who originally wanted to be referred to as Abs—who had a weird habit of holding your shoulders to show off his muscles.

Apart from the comic dialogue that had filled the silence in your head for most of the day, you were set on a single thought:

The demons needed clothes.

You didn’t know how you would pull off the whole boyband idea, but it was more than obvious that you wouldn’t be able to do it with them dressed like a historical Korean drama.

“I saw this exact fit on J-Dragon,” Romantic said proudly, shoving a hanger of glittery skinny jeans in your face. “Fancy, aren’t they, Moony?”

“From what year?” you asked, stepping back to admire the pair of slacks fully. You made an expression better left sealed than shown to the world. If side-eyes could kill, those pants would be long gone. “Those things are banned by Big Bang now.”

“2010, maybe?” he said.

“Exactly.”

Baby was already halfway into a pair of skin-tight pants. You didn’t know how he moved so fast—or how his bones were even intact.

“I look good,” he posed in front of the mirror like he was auditioning for a role in Twilight. “Humans will drool over me, won’t they, little star?”

You groaned. “You are so old, it’s painful to see.”

“No, no,” Mysterious spoke from beside you, making you jump as he appeared out of thin air. He flipped through a rack of mesh tops with a sinister kind of interest. “It’s vintage now. Retro. Cool.”

They were all going to get arrested for crimes against fashion.

“Bold of you to talk about crimes,” Jinu said, humming as he smirked your way—not understanding the definition of personal space.

…Did you say that out loud?

He tried on a leather jacket with zippers that went nowhere. You had to give it to him—he could wear a trash bag and still look good.

“Since we’re not paying for any of this.”

You froze. “What?”

They didn’t answer.

...

The alarms went off fifteen minutes later.

You walked briskly. They strolled—bags in hand, not a single receipt between them. Not even pretending to care. One of them even waved at a security guard on the way out.

“This is shoplifting!” you hissed, nearly tripping over your own feet as you tried to escape mall security. You were sweating bullets, and you weren’t even the one who committed a property crime.

“We don’t call it that,” Jinu said calmly, adjusting the lapels of his coat. “We call it… redistribution of aesthetic resources.”

“It’s theft!” you hissed again. “You could’ve gotten us caught!”

“No one saw you do anything,” Baby said, patting your head like you were a toddler who just learned object permanence. You pushed his face away as he laughed. “We handled it.”

The worst part?

They had.

Did I make everyone flirt with the reader? Yes, and I was blushing the whole way JAJAJA But then again, I don’t want to make them soft straight ahead. Because…they are demons.

ANYWAYS

Reader being nicknamed after stars bc when souls go to the demon realm, they look like shooting stars. Each character had a special nickname which will be unlocked throughout the series start.

Here are the unlocked nicknames until now:

Romantic — Moonbeam Why: “Moonbeam” feels elegant, timeless, and full of ‘gentle’ affection — perfect for someone who says “dear” like he invented the word. It's also a little melancholy, which fits “Come now, Moonbeam, don’t pout. The night would weep without your light.” Jinu — My Polaris Why: He sees you as his an anchor. The nickname reflects deep respect and connection. It’s not flirty — it’s reverent “You don’t have to prove anything, my Polaris. I’ll follow you anywhere.” Maybe, still a work in progress: When the whole nicknames are revealed, the story will break into individual routes for each character. Like otome games.

Special thanks to: @lillycore @apelepikozume @junni-berry @hornehlittleweeblet2 @crescent-z @arieslucy @enerofairy @soldmygenderforglitter

☆ ～('▽^人)

[bunbun007]

One Hell Of a Trip - Saja Boys x Reader

Wanings: Demon pacts I suppose? Not explicitly explained. Word Count: 1.3k Pairings: Saga Boys x Reader

Master List | Next Chapter ->

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You should’ve never made a pact with a demon. Multiple demons, apparently.

Regardless of your religious beliefs, you knew that personally contacting the reins of Hell was a stupid, crazy idea. But then again, you were only human.

And humans needed to eat.

Didn’t they?

“I'll die if I don't do this,” you murmured, voice ever so soft, echoing in the dimly lit room. “Or maybe I will if I do. Heavens, this is so stupid… Lady, are you sure this will work?”

★

It had all started on a quiet street. You’d been walking with no real purpose, when you encountered an old lady — a beggar, by the looks of it.

You’d offered her kindness.

It was the only thing you could offer, realistically. You had nothing on you. Nothing at home, either. In fact, in a few days, you might not even have a home.

The lady seemed enamored by your sweetness and handed you a little flyer.

“The man who gave me this was very sure of its usefulness,” she said. “Maybe it'll help you. You seem like you need it.”

Ouch.

Even if she meant well. Ouch.

Still, desperate, you unfolded the flyer and read it. It was a crumpled old piece of paper — photoshopped and funny-looking, like it was made by middle schoolers promoting their DnD club.

Not judging, tho.

You held it in your hand and almost laughed at the absurdity. What if?

Realistically, what could go wrong?

It’s not like demons actually existed.

And if they did… maybe they’d pity you. In your sleepless, starved state, this seemed like a genuinely great idea.

Which is what brought you to this very moment —Sitting on the floor of your tiny apartment, placing candles in a circle like some cursed Pinterest board. “First time summoning a demon… hope you don’t mind the mess, Hell Lord,” you giggled to yourself at the pitiful joke and sat in the middle of the room.

What should you even say?

“Oh… hear ye, hear ye, demons,” you tried awkwardly. “Help me progress in my job… um, I really need it to live. I’ll return the favor if you let me live a decent life. "You looked around. “I’ll be bound to you…?”

.

.

.

Right.

What were you even expecting?

Candles bursting into flames?

A thunderclap?

The Hell Lord himself popping in through the wall?

“Well, would you look at that.”

A voice. Low and raspy, but with a slight youthful ring to it.

“Our plan keeps getting easier, doesn’t it, boys?” A series of soft laughs filled the room.

Your entire body tensed — and froze.

“Now, little one. We appreciate your help. We’ll gladly take you as ours.”Your neck almost snapped from how fast you turned toward the voice. You saw a tall figure — and before you could think, you grabbed the closest candle and threw it at them.

“THE HELL?!”

You kept throwing the lit candles like your life depended on it. And well… it kind of did. The entrance was blocked by figures.

Shadowed, unmoving.

“Who are you?! All of you?! I swear, I’ll break your necks if you come any closer!” You grabbed a nearby pillow and held it up with both arms.Your gaze flicked from figure to figure. They were tilting their heads forward… until they all slowly raised their chins.

They were men.

Attractive. Scary-looking. Men.

Still men, tho.

“Who are you?! How did you break in?!”

The man in the center took a step forward, flashing a smirk in your direction. His skin shimmered in a purple hue, tattoos spiraling across his collarbones. “Hello, human. We are your saviors—”

He flinched. “HEY! Did you just smack me with a pillow?!”

“Stay away!”

“Stop, human. I’m warning you. Quiet.”

Suddenly, your voice was gone. You tried to speak — to scream — to whisper, even. But nothing came out. It was as if your own body betrayed you, forced to obey this man’s words. And the men began to walk forward.

Each one was different in height and build — but all of them shared that same violet skin.

“We are the demons you contacted. Your saviors. Your new responsibility.”

The shortest of them — one with blue hair and an irritatingly smug face — held the crumpled flyer right up to your nose. “The owners of your soul…” They stood in front of you, forming a perfect line. And all you could do was stare.

“We are the Saja Boys."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Of course. Demons apparently existed. And you were now bound to five of them. They had you at their mercy. ‘What do you want from me?’ ‘You work as a manager, don’t you?’ 'Yes…’ ‘Then make us famous.’ ‘Unforgettable.’ ‘Desired.’ ‘Envied.’ The man in the center smirked. “Make us be loved by everyone."

Did I stay until 12 am stressing over the format and this little fix? Yes, yes I did. I've never posted but seeing how this movie has gained popularity and how loved the boys are, I wanted to write for them.

We barely see anything from them in the movie, so I'll probably take creative liberty to write their personalities. This might work as the starter for individual series (for each member) but it all depends if you guys actually like the idea or not Jajaja.

Which reminds me!

The original prompt belong to @soldmygenderforglitter and I took some liberty to develop it! I hope you like it!!

Ppl who also liked the idea: @arieslucy @lylian333 @silverklaus

[bunbun007]

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Treat everyone nicely, or else you'll get banned.

If you write a request, please be patient, I tend to procrastinate a lot.

Don't be homophobic, that's not cool.

You're free to request anything yet I won't promise I'll write everything people ask for.

Overall, be respectful. Curse all you want as long as those curses aren't directed to another user or myself.

English isn't my native language, so apologies in advance if I write something wrong.

[bunbun007]

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