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SAJA BOYS X MANAGER! READER

- PT. 1

- CONTENTS: when you lose your only source of income, you resort to desperate measures that somehow work.

- WARNINGS: some panicking from [name], written with fem! reader in mind, but can be read as gn! reader. mentions of abductions and kidnapping, tell me if I forgot any

- NOTES: this chapter was supposed to be longer, but i need a dopamine release to keep writing for this fic lol.

As far as you know, nobody else gets to deal with man-children demons for a job, yet here you are. You, [name], are the manager for the Saja boys, unfortunately. What got you into this situation? Desperation and an empty bank account.

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It was dark out, and you were on your way to the convenience store after being fired from your job, miserable but really fucking hungry. Your (now ex-) boss decided that he no longer needed as many employees to market his "miracle youth rejuvenating tea" scam, laying you and several coworkers off.

You pitifully glanced at your wallet, clutching it until your knuckles turned white. You only had enough money to cover your rent and utilities, not even food. 'Really living up to the broke, starving artist stereotype, aren't you, [name]?' you thought to yourself, letting out a deep sigh. And despite the lack of money, you decided a late-night snack was worth it to quell your anxiety for the time being.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and a drop of sweat ran down the side of your face as you realised the severity of your situation. You let out a shaky breath, forcing a leg in front of the other and making your way to the store. You crossed this path so many times before that it was just muscle memory at this point.

Finally looking up after a few minutes of walking, you noticed a poster just outside the run-down store. The paper was yellowed, presumably a bit old, with frayed edges. It was hastily taped on and It read in bold, all black letters "Manager needed, great pay, no questions". Despite the gut feeling you had, and despite knowing better, you took a picture of the phone number, keeping it in the back of your mind as a last resort.

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"Wait I- no i have exp- wait!" you clenched your shaky hands around your phone, hearing a beep from the other side, your eyes wide and breath erratic at the fourth rejection this month. Money was running thin, and even though you applied for every job you could find, you always ended up being rejected for a reason or another. 

"under qualified" "over qualified" "position was taken", and sometimes you just never heard back. Tears welled up in your eyes, lips trembling as you slowly put your phone down. 

You really had no luck. You dragged your feet on the way to the couch, flopping over. Blank eyes stared at the TV, barely blinking or moving. Suddenly you got reminded of that weird, shady offer you saw near your favourite convenience store. Hesitantly, you reached your hand over to your phone. You stiffened 'What if the position is already taken? What if it’s a scam?' Your finger made its way to your lip, making you unconsciously bite your nail. Force of habit.

With pursed lips, you decided you really had nothing to lose.

Ringing up the number, you waited patiently but nervously for a response. Hearing a "hello" from the other side made you almost jump up in cheers, but you held back. "Hey, uh, i’m calling about the manager application?" you murmured, holding your phone like a life line. 

"Perfect! We can arrange a meeting at [Adress], Tomorrow at 10am. don’t be late." and without another word, the mysterious person hung up. leaving you to process the words.

The corners of your lips went up, a buzzing feeling under your skin. You jumped up from your couch, yelling "YEAH! FUCK YEAH!" in absolute joy only to stop in realisation.

‘Why did they agree so fast? What if I wasn't actually accepted? What if this is a ploy or some kind of prank? there's no way I got accepted that fast…right?’ doubtful thoughts filled your mind, your finger finding its way back to your lips. ‘M-maybe I got lucky..? maybe it's real?’ you tried to be positive, hope wriggling itself back into your heart.

Well, you had nothing to lose anyway. And if you do get the job, you won't be living up to the broke, starving artist stereotype anymore.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Your alarm beeped repeatedly, indicating it was time to wake up. Since you wanted to make a good impression, you decided waking up at 7AM sharp to get ready was an outstanding idea the night before, but you were immensely regretting that decision as your eyelids resisted opening.

Despite the sleepiness clinging to you, you pushed through and got up. 'I am so exhausted..' you said, glancing at yourself at the mirror on your way to the bathroom. 'Huh, I look like a damn zombie..' you said, a little dejected and feeling a little bad about your appearance.

Regardless, you switched the light to the bathroom upon arriving and decided you'll try to look your best. The voice on the other side of the phone sounded like a guy, and even if they weren't you'll still try to use the power of pretty privilege if it meant getting a good paying job. (That also may or may not be a plot to kidnap you, but you had better things to worry about, like rent and your nasty, greedy old landlord.)

Shedding your clothes, you stepped into the shower, careful not to slip.

'I hope the interviewer is hot..' you absentmindedly thought, probably a little too hopeful. After showering and drying your hair, you wore the best clothes you had, which was probably not that impressive but considering you barely had any money you'd say this wasn't that bad. It was a white button up, with flowy bishop sleeves, which you tucked into straight-leg black pants, adorned with a small, golden changing hanging from on of the belt hoops to your pocket. You wore an old, but well-loved pair of leather shoes.

You fiddled a little with your hair, settling on a simple hairstyle that made you look put together. You decided to accessorise as well, using a simple gold necklace and small, flower-shaped earrings, just as a pop of colour to contrast your otherwise minimal outfit.

After dressing up, you wore a minimal amount of makeup, just some concealer, mascara, blush and lip gloss, just to look less like a zombie and more like a breathing, living human being.

Grabbing your keys and your bag, you made your way to the address on foot. It wasn't that far from your apartment, so you decided to just walk there instead.

‘The weather is nice today,’ you noted, looking lazily around, a trinket or a stray cat catching your eye every once in a while. The road to the building you were supposed to go to led you through a homey neighbourhood, with a bunch of houses and trees.

You inhaled deeply as the breeze passed by, ruffling the sleeves of your button-up and tickling your cheek. Even if you didn't get the job, the day was nice enough to cheer you up.

Arriving at the place, it was a huge tower, spanning over what you would guess to be more than a dozen stories high. You didn't catch a glance of anyone else around. A drop of sweat ran down your neck, clenching the strap of your purse. 'Maybe my gut feeling was right..' You almost turned to go back home, realising maybe this wasn't worth it. Only to hear a masculine voice behind you.

"Ah, you're here! Come on in!" feeling a hand on the small of your back pushing you toward the building, you almost yelled until you saw who the culprit was. 

It was a black haired man, around his twenties. He looked awfully handsome, with sharp, piercing brown eyes. He looked at you with a charming smile, shutting you up immediately.

His outfit was surprisingly casual, white sneakers, jeans, and a sweater with a collar of a button up peeking out from underneath.

You were still a little suspicious about the area, as it looked mostly empty.

“Ah, and don't worry, nobody has been kidnapped or abducted here!” The man chimed in with a smile, giving you a thumbs-up. Sweat collected on your palms, the corners of your lips immediately going down. Does this guy think this is reassuring? 

‘This is so suspicious, a red flag, no, a black one! What am I doing? Is this a death wish?’ you grimaced. You stiffened and stood in place, only to feel his hand give you a gentle push. Snapping out of your daze, you noticed him staring at you. “Are you okay? let's get a move on,” he almost commanded, his voice assertive with a fake sweetness to its tone.

Deciding that you had no other choice, you just went along.

"o-okay..!" you managed to stutter out, your stiff body walking with his guidance. You realised after the fact that he was the one who answered the phone yesterday, his voice smooth and recognisable.

The mysterious man guided you to what would be a usual K-pop agency, except this one was empty despite how pristine and new it looked. 

"So, uh, what exactly is the position I'm applying for? I mean, what type of manager?" You nervously asked, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. Your question made the man stop and turn around to look at you. "An idol group manager, of course," he answered with a smile that almost looked cunning.

"Oh, and it's Jinu, by the way."

"Ah, nice to meet you, Jinu, I'm [name]."

Despite the informality, you had a feeling that it probably wasn’t that big of an issue.

You gulped, just letting him lead you to the elevator. With an apprehensive look, you followed behind. On your way over, you admired the interior. Despite the emptiness, the place looked spotless and almost lived in. The ceilings were high, with a bunch of doors leading to you-dont-know-where. You scrunched your face 'How in the hell does such an expensive building appear out of nowhere, yet there’s nobody inside?' you thought, right before bumping into Jinu's back.

With a small gasp, you apologised, "I'm sorry!" You stumbled on your words a little. 'fuck, I'm already messing up. You looked down in embarrassment, your cheeks burning.

Feeling a finger under your chin, your face was lifted.

"Don't worry about it." He reassured, nodding his head in the direction of the elevator. Almost forgetting to walk, your knees felt weak as you hurried your way towards him. You stood awkwardly by his side. Standing stiffly and fixing your posture.

‘Damn you, pretty boys!’ you cursed in your mind, subtly clenching your jaw.

‘This guy thinks he’s a manhwa male lead, but damn it, does it work’ you huffed in frustration, not believing you were affected by the gesture. He was definitely doing this to win you over or something, so you get Stockholm syndrome when you’re abducted- okay, you’re getting off track here.

After a couple of minutes, you reached the door where the interview was supposedly going to be held. You followed him down a hallway to a spacious room. The floor looked more like a living area rather than a corporate building, but that was the last of your worries.

You sat down in front of Jinu, awaiting his questions.

"So", he began ", I’ll be asking you a few questions, I'm hoping you can answer them, most people failed", he said with a chuckle, his tone a bit threatening.

The colour drained out of your face immediately, managing to just nod in reply.

"First, can you keep secrets?"

With a grimace, your head recoiled back. 'Who asks that as the first question in an interview? Isn't he supposed to ask for qualifications? Despite the oddness of the question, you answered nonetheless.

"Yes, I think so” Your answer was laced with nervousness. “I used to work in marketing, so I have experience in having to keep some new product secrets for months or even years at a time," you replied as confidently as you could, trying to keep your speech clear.

“Great! Next, are you willing to move in and work closely with the idols?"

'Is this guy trying to hire a homekeeper or a manager?' A drop of sweat ran down your face for what you could swear was the fourth time today. 'But I guess I could...My landlord is too greedy' you scoffed at the thought of him.

"Yes, I am"

"Third, are you comfortable with overtime? Paid, of course"

"yes”

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After a few more questions, Jinu informed you that you would start work tomorrow, which caught you off guard. Wasn’t there more to this? Like a second interview or something?

You were sure there had to be more, but you couldn't complain as you finally got a job. You sighed deeply as you stood up, bowing to Jinu and turning around to go back to your apartment and crash.

“Don't forget to pack, part of the agreement is moving in!” he said in an almost flat tone, lacking any warmth. Not that you noticed, anyway.

You froze in place, remembering that detail.

Shit.

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Absolute tease(s)

MDNI - Saja Boys x Reader (relatively GN)

A/N: just wanted to spew out some suggestive fluff during a mini writer's block

CW: Suggestive content MDNI, established dynamics, not proofread

Having been friends long enough with the Saja Boys, you knew they could be flirty. You simply chalked it up to their demonic side - the one that loved to toy with people where possible.

It just drove you crazy that they liked messing with you, whether intentional or not.

Their teasing ranged from playful banter, to physical touches that made you always want to ask the question of ‘what are we?’ before you’d be hit with self enlightenment that you were simply, very good friends - for the best truly. Ones that occasionally kissed or shared explicit photos and messages, but still - very good friends.

Abby was a great example of intentionally flirty. 

He loved to rile you up, poke fun at you in whatever way he could and he was extremely physically affectionate. The kind that’s not opposed to just dragging you down onto his lap abruptly for cuddles, not a single care in the world of the setting.

But that also means he’s willing to do some outlandish things like smacking your ass when you bend over slightly, or even just grabbing your hips while you’re bent and playfully humping you while sarcastically and dramatically moaning loudly.

Typical stupid frat bro behaviour but then he’ll say something so goofy that you can’t stop laughing and he just beams at you over it, like he won the lotto the moment your scowl cracked and you’re doubled over in laughter.

Mystery was the poster boy child for unintentional flirting.

He didn’t mean to, like, ever. Sometimes he’ll say something really smooth and then be amused at the way you’re flustered, then he’ll call you cute and it makes it worse. Other times it’s on purpose, very rarely is there any proper intent behind it - he just says what’s on his mind without thinking in all honesty.

His hands are so soft but he’s not gentle by any means, the amount of times he’ll grab you by the waist and roughly jerk you to the side to move you out of the way so he can start a fight with Abby for fun has just become a sensation you’re used to at this point. The odd juxtaposition always does something to your head though if you thought about it for too long.

Don’t even dive into the multiple times his voice is too low for you to catch so he leans in to whisper it into your ear. It tickles, it’s oddly intimate, then he smiles at you as he waits for your response to whatever mundane thing he had asked you.

Romance was a playful flirt.

He liked to see how far he could take it before you cave and then he would switch up on you like he hadn’t just been calling you the most gorgeous being he’s ever come across. There’s sincerity mixed in but you could only assumed it came with the turf of being an idol and a demon.

He never overstepped any set boundaries, was surprisingly perceptive of your reactions to things and when he catches on that you’re uncomfortable? Immediately backs off - apologises for what he’s done and asks if you need some room to breathe.  A gentleman truly.

Until he’s with Abby then you’re dealing with twiddle dumb and twiddle dumber where one keeps calling you pretty while the other says your ass has gotten fatter and asks if he can get a thorough hands on examination. You can do the math on who is who.

Baby was simply a menace.

His way of poking fun at you was the same as a kid that tells his crush that she smells funny but also gives a crumbled up flower to confess his feelings. He’s quieter than the others, but in a way that you always sense he’s up to something. 

He doesn’t flirt outwardly with you, just likes to give you looks here and there until you stumble and break eye contact. He lives for the way you’ll clear your throat as you look away and if he’s feeling particularly evil? He’ll come up behind you, lean down so his mouth is near your ear and whisper absolute filth to you about what he would do to you right now in front of all of the guys.

Then he simply walks away to go grab another beer like nothing happened.

Jinu was, an odd ball.

He could be smooth and make you flustered one moment, but other times he stumbles over his words and flusters himself in the process. But he was also the easiest to mess with.

If he’s being smooth and trying to flirt with you to tease, just seemingly trying to push your buttons? Match his energy - he’s quick to fold and retract his statement. Like him calling you a pretty little thing? If you tell him that you think he’s pretty as well with a subtle lip bite and a quick look up and down to check him out, he folds instantly.

Like yeah- actually yeah you are like physically little, maybe vertically wise in comparison to him, and he does think you look pretty today but you’re pretty everyday that’s beside the point wow is the room getting hotter? Oh maybe you need another drink cause he sure does! Haha… hah.. 

They’re all such idiots but you’re glad that they’re your friends, it’s made life much more interesting.

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13. ⊱ everyone thinks we’re dating 🫧 (small writing)

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⊱ synopsis: You were recognized instantly by being an opener for huntr/x long ago which boosted your fan base big time. The thing is, the music you write is sad stuff about your life, love life and more which made it seem to others that you're hard to love and talk too, that was until a new boy band debuted and noticed your music right away and made it their mission to not only have you open for them for their concerts but also try to show that you can be loved and prove everyone in the world wrong.

⊱ saja boys x f!singer!reader | genre: polyamorous, fluff, angst, crack (?)

⊱ beginning - next part | " no one noticed " masterlist

so no one gets confused: romance - Seojin | Abby - Jeong | baby - Ryung | mystery - Kyung

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You sighed as you walked through a hidden path to get back to your home. You couldn’t stop thinking about the whole interaction with the saja boys and how they wanted you to be their opener. The more you thought about it, the more you felt your chest ache, like you knew them before, long long ago. You could just be mistaken but it would also make sense at the same time, jinu reminded you of someone but you couldn’t put your finger on it, the whole interaction with mystery and how you passed out, it could be connected in a way.

You shook your head before pulling your phone out to see several text notifications and a lot of twitter ones, you sighed as you decided to see clear the twitter notifications since they just might be fans just liking your tweets or just tags, as you deleted them, one of them caught your eye.

‘hello? y/n?’

‘Sorry for the random message but just wanted to let you know about the account! We took your advice :)’

the account was from jinu! Well that was fast, you decided to leave that notification before pulling up the text notifications knowing it was from your friends before texting jinu back.

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⊱ A/N: had to include a bit of writing before the texting part since I felt like it wouldn’t run well without the context why Y/N is looking at the messages then randomly texting jinu LOL but anyway, everything for the story is going according to plan…the angst storm is coming yall! be prepared….also stupid tag list limit I hate it sm, also this still feels so out of character im sorry 💔

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⊱ TAGS: @satansdaughter123 , @moonjellyfishie , @wiggly-yrath , @sxnner , @histrynerdss , @yvanill4 , @zuhaeri , @justwantsleepandcoffee , @httpsjetzet , @komataru , @a-lil-bit-nuts , @syraxnyra , @stzatz4ever , @bubblebellaz , @brithedemonspawn , @the-sweet-psycho , @kpopgirliez , @stxr-lilac , @justarandomspanishspeaker , @inojinieeee , @atinyrosedoor , @kaiparkerwife , @boo-shalala , @queensnowlake-wof , @crazyfor230 , @lovely-maryj , @yourtownidiot , @jenniesetter , @itzkawaiix , @eyes-ofhell , @blackstar-gazer , @snowy-violet , @tatsuri-zomushiki , @leviathans-fish , @serena6728 , @skylarmiller1 , @celestial-stasrs , @bunniotomia , @angestrawberries , @1itsjustj , @i-am-fork , @sillyquzes , @lostsomewhereinthegarden , @whisper-of-tragedy , @ihavesocialanxiety3654 , @cl0udii-m00n , @the-dumber-scaramouche , @rolly-polly-molly , @mousedit , @mavix , @uniquecutie-puffs , @chirikoheina , @miuangel , @cgmajor , @aika-smth ,

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Gosh this took me forever! Introducing the Saja Girls! I love them

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FINALLY FINISHED ITTT MY READER DESIGNNN

before and after

Having glasses is a BIG part of my life considering my hellish prescription, but they're a liability when it comes to these types of situations just not having them makes me a bit more stupid and incapable

so I would asume Jinu would just NOT replace them to keep her more, soft

hair is lowk based on mine lol I had the romance bangs at one point years ago

back in middle school 💀💀 🪦

anyway I imagine after all this time she wonders if huntrix would even recognise her

a thought that always haunts her

Oh and I’ll be giving my man Mystery some love on the next one🔆

She looks like an ANGEL😭 amazing character design I want to kiss her now, good job babe

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I've seen KPOP Demon Hunters twice and Your Idol is ruining my Spotify wrapped this year and ofc the obligatory oc x Canon as well because abby is my man <3

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she want that cookie real bad ft. clingy abby

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Headcannon request pls? 🥺🥺🥺 I’m hard of hearing and would love to see the Saja Boys reactions to reader asking to feel their throat to feel the vibrations when they sing, to “hear” their voices without the background music. Thx!!!!!!

OHHHH my gosh this is such a sweet request 🥺💖 you just made my heart do little somersaults. I absolutely love the idea and I hope I can do it justice for you!!

Jinu

You explain it softly, hands making a few signs out of habit while you speak, because sometimes your words don’t come fast enough — not when it matters. “I want to… feel your throat when you sing,” you say, looking up at him with that little nervous crease between your brows. “Without the music. Just… you.”

Jinu doesn’t answer right away. For a second you think maybe you’ve overstepped — but then he blinks, slow, and there’s this shift in him. His usual cocky spark dims, not gone, but tempered into something careful. His eyes flicker from your lips to your hands, making sure he caught every bit of what you said. “You mean… so you can hear me through touch?” he asks, voice gentler now.

You nod.

He doesn’t just say yes. He steps closer, closing the space until you can feel the faint warmth radiating from him. Then he reaches for your hand, fingers brushing yours in that deliberate way he has — the way that makes you aware of every nerve in your skin — and guides it up, settling it lightly against the base of his throat. His pulse is steady under your fingertips.

When he starts to sing, it’s not his usual stage voice — not the sharp, explosive energy you’ve seen him throw at crowds. It’s softer, slower, each note like a wave rolling through him and into you. The vibrations travel into your palm, up your arm, deep enough that for a moment it feels like the music is inside your chest instead of your ears.

Jinu doesn’t look away while he sings. His gaze stays fixed on your face, watching your reactions more than focusing on the lyrics. And you realize — he’s not singing to you. He’s singing with you. Letting you share his voice in the one way you can fully feel it.

Abby

You catch him between rehearsals, when his hair’s still messy from practice and his hoodie’s hanging loose on one shoulder. Abby’s leaning against the wall, sipping from a water bottle, eyes half-lidded like he’s in that post-performance haze where everything slows down.

You hesitate a second too long, and he notices. “What?” he asks, not sharp — more curious, with that lazy grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I… want to feel your voice,” you say finally, the words tumbling out quieter than you intended. His brow furrows, so you add, “When you sing. I can’t always catch it perfectly with the music. But if I feel it here—” you motion over your own throat, “—I can hear it in my own way.”

For a moment, Abby just stares. Then that grin of his softens into something slower, warmer. “Come here,” he says, pushing off the wall.

He doesn’t wait for you to make the first move — he reaches out, catching your wrist gently and pulling you a step closer. The scent of sweat and faint cologne clings to him, familiar in a way that makes your chest ache. He guides your hand up, resting it against the side of his neck just under his jaw. His skin is hot from exertion, his pulse steady beneath your fingertips.

“You ready?” he murmurs, voice already vibrating faintly under your hand.

When he starts to sing, it’s lower than usual — not the sharp, high-energy tone from the stage, but a deep, controlled hum that blooms into words. The vibrations roll through your palm, steady and resonant, like they’re traveling straight into your bones. Abby watches your face the entire time, eyes sharp and searching, as if measuring every flicker of reaction.

Without thinking, you press your hand a little closer, and he shifts, tilting his head slightly so you have more contact. His own hand comes up, fingers wrapping over yours, holding it in place.

When the last note fades, he doesn’t drop your hand immediately. Instead, he smirks — not the cocky one from the stage, but something quieter. “Guess you’ve got my voice memorized now,” he says, like it’s a secret you just stole together.

Romance

He’s sitting by the window when you find him, the soft evening light catching in his hair. There’s a notebook open on his lap, a pen between his fingers, though from the way he’s been staring out at the fading sky, you’re not sure he’s written anything in a while.

“Romance?” you say gently. He turns toward you immediately, smile blooming like he’s been waiting just for you.

You hesitate, fiddling with your sleeves before speaking. “I… was wondering if I could put my hand on your throat while you sing? Just so I can feel you — no music. It’s how I can really… hear you.”

His eyes soften, the pen sliding from his hand onto the notebook. “Of course,” he says without a moment’s pause. “Come here.” His voice is low, but warm enough to melt any trace of self-consciousness.

When you step closer, he stands, closing the small gap between you. His hands are gentle when he takes yours, turning your palm upward like it’s something delicate. He guides it to rest at the base of his throat, his pulse steady under your fingertips. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs, not starting until you give him the smallest nod.

He begins softly, his voice smooth and steady, every note drawn out just enough for you to feel its shape. The vibrations are warm against your skin, a quiet rhythm that settles deep in your chest. He doesn’t take his eyes off you — not in a way that demands, but in a way that makes sure you’re there with him in every breath, every rise and fall of sound.

At one point, he tilts his head slightly, adjusting so you can catch the deeper resonance of a lower note. His hand stays over yours the entire time, thumb brushing faintly along the side of your hand as if to anchor you in the moment.

When the last note fades, he doesn’t step back. Instead, he gives you a smile so soft it feels like it could only be meant for you. “Now you know exactly what my voice feels like,” he says, almost a whisper. “I’m honored you asked.”

Mystery

He’s alone when you find him — seated on the floor of the practice room with his back against the mirrored wall, hoodie pulled up, head tipped back like he’s halfway between resting and thinking. You hesitate at the doorway, but his eyes flicker to you almost immediately, sharp and unreadable under the shadow of his hood.

You take a few steps closer, heart thudding as you explain. “When you sing… I’d like to feel you. It’s… how I can hear properly”

He doesn’t answer right away. For a moment, you think he might refuse — but then he pushes himself up slowly, closing the space between you without a word.

Mystery reaches for your hand without asking, his touch deliberate but not rough. He guides your palm up, settling it gently against the side of his throat. His skin is cool, the steady beat beneath a quiet reassurance. His eyes drop to your hand, then lift briefly to your face — a silent question, is this okay?

When you nod, he starts. No fanfare, no clearing his throat — just a low, even hum that blooms into quiet notes. The sound is so soft you barely catch it with your ears, but under your fingertips it’s alive: a slow, steady vibration, deep and grounding, like a pulse turned into music.

He keeps his gaze lowered, lashes casting faint shadows on his cheeks. Every so often, his hand shifts slightly over yours, pressing it a fraction closer as if to say listen here. The melody is unpolished, raw, but you feel every rise and fall in the shape of his voice.

When he stops, he doesn’t step back right away. His hand lingers over yours for a heartbeat longer, then he gently lowers it. His eyes meet yours for only a second — enough for you to catch something softer there.

Baby

You catch him in the hallway, leaning against the doorframe with a lollipop in his mouth, scrolling through his phone like he’s got nowhere better to be. When you call his name, he glances up with that slow, mischievous smirk that never promises anything simple.

“What’s up?” he drawls, the nickname landing somewhere between sweet and sarcastic.

You explain — about wanting to feel his throat while he sings, about how it’s the best way for you to hear his voice without all the extra noise. His brows lift halfway through, and by the time you finish, he’s grinning like you’ve just handed him the most interesting game of the week.

“So… you want to touch my neck?” He pops the lollipop out with a quiet click, pointing it at you like a mic. “You know that sounds dangerous, right?” His tone is pure tease, but there’s no real bite to it.

Still, he steps closer, tilting his head slightly to one side. “Alright. Mess it up and you’re buying me snacks for a week.”

Before you can argue, he takes your wrist and pulls your hand up to his throat. His skin is warm, the steady thrum beneath your fingertips betraying that he’s a little more serious about this than his words suggest.

He starts to sing — not the most delicate or polished version, but Baby’s version: playful, sharp in places, then unexpectedly smooth, like he’s daring you to keep up with the shifts. The vibrations change with every line, a rollercoaster of rhythm and tone, and you feel yourself unconsciously leaning closer, following his lead.

At one point, he chuckles mid-note, the sound rumbling right into your palm. “See? You’re already hooked,” he says between lines, eyes glinting before diving back into the melody.

When he finishes, he pulls your hand away gently but doesn’t let go right away, just watching you with that half-smirk. “Told you. My voice is addictive,” he says, popping the lollipop back in like it’s the punctuation mark on the moment.

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more KPDH but with Abby and Romance I 100% blame @iamactuallysocute for my growing attachment to Romance.

Jesus my style is inconsistent but it's okay

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Threads Part 6

Soulmate! Saja Boys x Reader

CW: none, reader is kind of a dumbass at times

Everything feels so soft and it smells so much of vanilla and cashmere. Curling up I realize that this bed is so much more comfortable than my actual bed. snapping my eyes open, "This isn't my bed or my room" looking around the room is not huge but it does have a good view of Namsan Tower in the distance. I'm trying to remember what happened because it looks to be around noon with how busy it is and how bright it is outside. I see a sea of red and blues, and greens if I look closely enough but from this distance it's not as easy but it makes me wonder how many people have ties to each other while my own circle is so small. I have the girls, Bobby, Baby now apparently, and towards my family but those are more frayed than I care to admit. I hear voices somewhere in another room and that's when it hits me, "oh my fuck, I pepper sprayed him!" I groan while putting my head in my hands, how would I do that?? I am silently crying to myself, the embarrassment will in fact eat me whole and my therapist will be hearing about this. I could shave my head and move countries and start a new life where I don't have to face these beautiful beautiful men ever again and never have to face the consequences of my actions ever, moving to the mountains of Russia sounds good.

"Do you think they're awake yet?"

"Probably it's after 1, if not Mystery really knocked them out."

Oh gods.. i need to face them now? What are the chances I can pretend to be asleep until they leave? There is a quiet knock and the door slowly opens. Welp, guess I can't avoid this..

"You're up, good good good! We came to check on how you are feeling." Romance says coming into the room and following him is Baby.

"I heard you did a number on Abby, good going on that." Baby says while looking like he's trying to not laugh while looking smug with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Well maybe if he didn't sneak up on me in the dark out of nowhere that wouldn't have happened." I reply while trying to avoid eye contact. Yeah.. I'm never getting over this.

"At least it was actually him and not some stranger darling. It's all in the past now though, come we are making lunch." Romance says reaching for my arm. As he reaches I catch a glimpse of my arm and how there is a baby blue and pastel pink thread starting to connect and form between me and the two men in front of me and as the string goes from them to me the string has more of a deep purple to it and meets in the middle. I seem to be staring at these invisible threads and not answering because Baby clears his throat.

"Something got your tongue, we won't bite unless you ask." Baby says starting to walk out. Baby and my thread seems to be more vibrant than Romance but I need to see what his actually means because I have an idea but I'm sort of hoping I'm wrong. I shake out of it and follow Baby with Romance on my side leading me towards where everyone is.

The kitchen is more open than I thought it was last night. standing at the island is Abby who has glasses on as he is reading something on his phone while Jinu cooks and Mystery is just watching TV about the upcoming Idol Awards and all the contestants. Stray Kids, Twice, Ateez, every big name is competing and getting their performances ready.

"Oh good you're up, we're making some food so I hope you're hungry. What are you feeling?" Jinu asks taking notice of us walking in.

"I'm not too hungry, I have to get home to see Felix." I say thinking about how lonely the little guy must be because this detour is going into his breakfast time.

"You're seeing another man while you're surrounded by five right now, one of whom you slept in the bed of?" Abby says raising an eyebrow, definitely looking more jealous than he should saying how Felix is just a c a t.

"Calm yourself, he's a cat. He's my little man who is probably going to be mad at me for leaving him alone for so long." I say checking the clock on the stove.

"We don't want to keep you but we do need to speak to you before you go and we heavily insist on you eating before you go." Jinu says as he walks over turning the stove off.

"uhm okay? What's up? This isn't about pressing charges about pepper spraying your bandmate right?" I say sitting on a chair Abby and Romance pull out for me at the counter. "Sorry about that by the way." I say to Abby and he just waves it off while still looking at me.

"No nothing like that, you protected yourself in your mind." Abby says while looking like he was going to wince from the memory. Me too dude, me too.

"It's mostly we need some help, you seem to know what you're doing as an event coordinator or whatever your job description is." Jinu starts to say and I think I know where he's going with this.

"I'm an event manager at several venues that's it." I start before being cut off by Mystery.

"Work for us as our event manager... please."

"I can't do that, i don't know how your manager would feel about that and I quiet like what I'm doing." I say shaking my head.

"We can pay you pretty well, how does this look?" Jinu says writing a number down on a napkin and I look at it laughing.

"Jinu, this would barely cover my rent or venue prices." I say shaking my head but I don't know what i was expecting from a new boy group. Also, who the fuck is their company and why isn't their company taking care of this?

"Okay... how about this." Jinu says thinking for a moment seeming to message someone and then getting an immediate response and showing me a new response.

"... That cannot be a real number." I say blinking owlishly."I... when do you need an answer about this?" I ask as Jinu takes his phone back.

"You should probably let us know in the next few days." He says and he already sounds so sure I will say yes.

I get up and start to head to the door already thinking about how I would resign from my current position. "I'll let you know then.. thank you for letting me crash here and I'm sorry again for spraying you." I say leaving.

I hear a chorus of goodbyes as I walk down the hall towards the elevator and as I'm going, I walk by a tall older man and we make very brief eye contact and something shifts in his eyes as I walk by. Definitely get the vibe to stay away from him. He goes to the boy's unit and walks in and slams the door. That's their manager I'm guessing?? He is terrifying.. Whatever I have to get home now so the boy doesn't hate me.

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I want you to hear me out as a fellow hypmic fan and saja boy stan

Ramuda and baby Saja would 100% get along.

AND SODA POP JUST GIVE OFF SHIBUYA DIVISION VIBES Ramuda would 100% know the dance

My brain is braining this but this is all I can function to write for now

FELLOW HYPMIC FAN??????????????? ANON I LOVE YOU PLEASE DON'T EXPLODE

BUT SHIBUYA = SODA POP YEAHHSHSHSHSH

I WANNA MAKE A HYPMIC CROSSOVER LOWKEY NOW HELP....

but i have to disagree, if you've seen how i perceive baby, they'd probably get along 55% of the time

mainly because i interpret them to be pretty much opposites- baby is this nonchalant guy who hates his assigned clothes while ramuda THRIVESSS in these colorful clothes

(they'd probably smoke together and brood together)

but yk who i DO think would get along?

hear me out (romance has a bad history with sex imo so i think hifumi could relate SOMEWHAT...)

HEAR ME OUT...

they could be buff and stupid together LMAO

(yk the rio work out dance? abby would do that as a warm up in respect.. or something)

after this point i'm just reaching and making some random stuff up

idk i think this dynamic would just be gentaro saying random shit and mystery believing all of it because he's not familiar with the modern world

gentaro writes a beast novel that reflect mystery lowk

idk maybe they'd be bonding over how messy their team is

and by that i mean that jinu is complaining 90% of the time to jakurai for some sort of affirmation or smth

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I've been reading your fanfics for a long time and I absolutely love them!!

I wanted to ask if you would write a Demon Huntrix x fem reader fic? Where Reader is an idol and, along with her two girl group members, protects Honmoon. When it came time to meet Huntrix, the girls were speechless at the sight of Reader and had fun fighting her, throwing out some cheeky lines that made Reader feel embarrassed.

I'd be grateful if you could write a fanfiction like this ^^. If you want to change anything, feel free to do so. It would be great if you could also add 18+ scenes. >•<❤️

i made it where they are practically the saja boys in this, if that makes sense.

Also reader's idol group name is Vixtra

suggestive content**

The Honmoon shimmered faintly overhead, a thin, iridescent veil stretched across the night sky. You’d seen enough red spots to know when one was about to rupture, and this one was ready to bleed.

You adjusted your mic pack as your group’s van rolled to a stop. The streets were empty — no cameras, no fans, just the cool bite of night air. The soft click of your boots echoed as you stepped out, flanked by your two groupmates, Sola and Harin. Your smiles were gone, replaced with the sharp focus you only showed on missions.

But the air felt… different tonight.

A slow clap came from the end of the street.

Three women emerged from the shadows — perfect hair, stage-worthy outfits, and expressions that shouldn’t have belonged to anyone human. They moved like they owned the place, a predatory confidence in every step.

Even before they stopped in the streetlight, you knew who they were.

Huntrix.

Up close, they were even more stunning — Rumi’s smirk was lazy but sharp, Mira’s gaze flickered over you like she was cataloguing every weakness, and Zoey’s eyes… they lingered a second too long on your lips.

“Well, well,” Rumi said, her voice smooth as velvet. “Didn’t expect the famous Vixtra to come running right to us. Thought you were busy for lil old us.”

Zoey grinned, slow and deliberate. “She’s prettier up close.”

You forced your jaw to stay tight, not giving them the satisfaction. “You’re trespassing.”

Rumi’s smirk widened. “We prefer ‘visiting.’”

The purple shimmer of the Honmoon above rippled — the red spot was opening.

Then they moved.

Zoey came at you first, deceptively playful in her movements. You met her halfway, blocking her strike and countering with a sweep kick, but she dodged like she’d been expecting it. Rumi’s laughter cut through the air as she blocked Sola’s punch, while Mira easily matched Harin blow for blow.

“Fast,” Zoey murmured, her lips curling. “I like that.”

Your heart pounded, and not just from the fight. They were toying with you — moving in close enough to make your pulse spike, stepping back just before you could land a solid hit.

Then Zoey’s eyes flashed yellow. Her nails lengthened into claws, purple markings spreading across the pale skin of her arms. The others followed, shifting mid-strike — Rumi’s smirk becoming something far more dangerous, Mira’s gaze hardening as she caught Harin’s wrist in an unyielding grip.

You stumbled back as Zoey slashed, the claws barely missing your shoulder. She leaned in, voice low enough for only you to hear.

“Careful, princess. I might start thinking you like having my hands on you.”

Your face heated, and you hated it. You swung your weapon harder, forcing her to retreat, but Rumi intercepted your next move, her clawed hand circling your wrist.

“Fiery,” Rumi murmured. “Let’s see how long that lasts.”

Before you could respond, the Honmoon’s glow intensified — the red spot opening a rift. The fight stalled, a tense stillness settling over the street. Huntrix stepped back, their markings still glowing faintly.

Zoey’s grin was wicked. “We’ll see you again, idol.”

And just like that, they melted into the shadows, leaving your pulse still racing and a hoard of demons crashing through the veil.

__

The rehearsal studio was silent except for the steady tick of the wall clock. You’d been here for hours — perfecting footwork, ignoring the burn in your calves. Your groupmates had left long ago.

You told yourself you stayed because you wanted to practice. But the truth was, you couldn’t get the other night out of your head. The way Huntrix had moved. The way they’d looked at you.

The air shifted before you heard them. A subtle pressure, like the room had gotten smaller.

The studio door clicked shut.

Rumi leaned lazily against the frame, her smile dangerous. Zoey strolled in behind her, hands in the pockets of her jacket, her eyes locked on you like you were the only thing in the room. Mira closed the door with a soft click and turned the lock.

You swallowed. “Huh? How'd you get in- what do you want?”

Zoey’s grin was slow. “You.”

The bluntness caught you off guard. “Not happening.”

Mira tilted her head, stepping forward until she was just close enough for you to feel the heat from her body. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m not—”

“Liar.”

You moved to step around her, but Rumi’s arm shot out, barring your way. She didn’t touch you — not yet — but the faint trace of her demon markings flickered across her skin, glowing faintly in the dim light. “Relax. We’re not here to hurt you. Demon's promise.”

“That’s debatable.”

Zoey laughed low, a sound that curled in your stomach. She came up on your other side, her gaze raking over you in a way that made your skin heat despite yourself. “We just want to see how long you can keep pretending you don’t want this.”

You forced a scoff, even though your pulse was hammering. “You’re full of yourself.”

Zoey stepped in close enough that her thigh brushed yours, her voice dipping to a whisper. “And you’re full of lies.”

You turned your head away, only for Mira to catch your chin in her fingers, guiding you back to face her. Her eyes glowed faintly yellow now, pupils blown wide. “Pretty little hunter,” she murmured. “Always so stubborn. We like that.”

You kept still, jaw tight. You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction.

Then Rumi moved behind you, her hands skimming over your hips — light, almost casual, but enough to send a shiver straight through you. You clamped your lips together, refusing to react.

Zoey noticed. “Oh… you’re going to make us work for it.” Her smile sharpened. “Good.”

They didn’t crowd you all at once — they took turns. Mira’s hand brushed along your jaw, her thumb ghosting over your lower lip. Zoey’s fingers traced the inside of your wrist, feeling your pulse race. Rumi’s breath fanned against the back of your neck, close enough to smell the faint spice of her perfume.

You tried to focus on the mirrored wall, on the reflection of yourself standing firm. But when Rumi’s claws scraped gently along your stomach through your shirt, you sucked in a sharp breath before you could stop yourself.

Zoey’s grin turned feral. “There it is.”

You hated the way your legs felt weaker, hated the heat pooling low in your stomach. “I’m not—”

Mira cut you off with a kiss. Soft at first, deliberate, like she was giving you the chance to pull away. You didn’t. Her lips moved against yours slowly, coaxing, until you found yourself leaning into it before your brain caught up.

When she finally pulled back, you exhaled shakily — only to gasp when Zoey’s mouth replaced hers without warning, her kiss hotter, hungrier.

Rumi’s voice was a dark purr at your ear. “Fall for us, little hunter.”

You shook your head — or tried to. But then Zoey’s hand slid up your thigh, fingers curling possessively, while Mira’s mouth found your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the pulse point she’d been watching all night.

You tried one last time to steel yourself. “I’m not… I’m not giving in.”

Zoey’s lips brushed your ear as she whispered, “You already have.”

And she was right. Because when Rumi’s claws dragged up your side, when Mira’s teeth grazed your skin, when Zoey’s hand slipped exactly where you needed it most — your head tipped back, your breath left you in a helpless sound, and whatever fight you’d been clinging to dissolved completely.

They didn’t let up. They broke you down in slow, deliberate waves — every touch calculated, every kiss meant to pull another piece of resistance away until you were left shivering and pliant in their hands.

By the time the studio lights flickered from the heat of your bodies, you weren’t thinking about fighting them anymore.

Only about when they’d come back.

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₊˚⊹ ᰔ Oh Husband ! °❀⋆.

Summary/Warnings: Calling the saja boys your husband ! Saja boys x f!reader (seperate), fluff!

A/N: I heard you all, we now have saja boys! Honestly I couldn't believe the amount of votes i got on that poll in general and I can't thank everyone who voted enough. I was kinda surprised by how much of a landslide these guys won by but I was rly happy with the results! Defo doing more of these guys so feel free to req anything!! Enjoy reading ( and sorry ik i love to yap in the notes )

Jinu ❀

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it just… happened. You were tempting him anyway, lying on your front on the sofa, one of his shirts hanging off a shoulder, shorts peaking out from beneath, really it’s your fault for looking so beautiful in his clothes in his space. Therefore he’d found himself lingering a little longer than necessary by the doorway, admiring the way the early morning sun reflected off the panes of grandeur windows and highlighted the angles of your face just perfectly. 

He lent against the wood of the door frame, watching you chat away to whatever friend had called you with quiet content. In his mind, this was happiness personified, without the pressure of being an idol, without having to be a demon or a human, he could just be Jinu and enjoy a morning with his girlfriend. Through his occupied mind he vaguely registered you wrapping up your phone call, standing up to make his presence known until your voice carried a sentence he never thought he’d hear his way. “Oh yeah we should be able to come, let me just check with my husband first!” Husband. Husband. The title hit him like an arrow in the heart, cliche he knows, but that word, it felt like you were claiming a piece of his heart. Unashamedly declaring him as yours. 

“Ok bye!” You ended your call, gaze immediately flitting up to the door and widening in surprise when you’re met with the sight of Jinu, eyes softened impossibly and a barely there smile gracing his lips. You smile, not even comprehending the impact your cheerful words have just had on his poor heart. It’s even worse that you don’t realise just how hard your words hit him, just unintentionally endearing. “How long have you been listening in, huh?” Your smile doesn’t falter as he pushes away from his spot to join you on the sofa. “Long enough to hear you call me husband” His voice carries a lilt of mirth, grin widening as your face heats up at the realisation. 

“O-oh sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or-” Your apologetic rambling is cut off with a finger pressed to your lips. “No need to apologise, who said I didn’t like it?” His own cheeks are dusted with pink at this, though his expression remains fixed in that teasing smirk he wears so often. You nudge his arm playfully, “Well then husband I’ll be sure to call you it more often”. 

Baby ❀

It was a normal Saturday night for you and baby, curled up on his bed, surrounded by infinite corner shop snacks and drinks with random films playing on his tv. He didn’t love to go out all the time, especially with the attention of fans he’d get and you were more than happy to accommodate his needs most of the time. He was leaning back against the headboard, you resting your head on his chest, legs tangled and intertwined until you needed the bathroom. You extracted yourself from Baby’s embrace, leaving your phone facing up next to him. Neither of you had been paying much attention to the film, you weren’t actually sure what it was, both mindlessly scrolling on your phones in peaceful silence punctuated occasionally by laughter at a random clip. 

The groupchat, consisting of the boys and you, had been blowing up your phones for around an hour now, the other members probably bored. Seeing as he was tired of scrolling instagram for the minute, Baby decided to check the masses of texts left unread and reply to a few, though after a second, he glanced at your phone lighting up with messages, and came across the contact ‘Husband <3’ appearing every time he replied. A raised eyebrow and mild smirk later and you wandered back into the room, picking up your phone and absentmindedly returning to your designated place leaning against his chest. His free arm curled around you habitually, fingers splayed out over your hip as he watches you scroll through the new influx of messages. 

“So…Husband?” Your fingers still mid-type. “Um…” Your voice comes out hesitant, uncertainty and a hint of embarrassment creeping into your tone. “I can change it if you want? I wasn’t sure you’d like it” He hums, acknowledging your words before replying “Nah s’alright. Kinda cute I guess” You laugh, half relieved, half unsurprised at his reaction. You’re not sure why you were so worried in the first place. You both eventually go back to scrolling and messaging on your phones though what you don’t see is Baby sneakily changing your contact to ‘my wife’.

Romance ❀

You didn’t realise how late it had gotten, nor just how many bottles of soju had gotten into your system, leading to your friends having to call Romance to come get you as you're clinging onto them, gushing about your handsome and caring ‘husband’. He agrees immediately to come, already having your location from when you’d shared it earlier just in case. He arrives within minutes, slinging your handbag over his own shoulder as you refuse to take it and saying a grateful goodbye to your friends as he has to practically pry you off them, slipping one strong arm around your hip and tossing your own behind his neck. 

He huffs out an exasperated sigh at your state, though a fond smile plays on his lips. You’re spurting nonsense in your drunken state, swaying in his grasp and telling him things he knew already, yet he doesn’t interrupt you or get annoyed, simply lets you speak and responds every so often with an agreeing hum or a “Is that right hun?”. Suddenly you stop, forcing him to stop alongside you. He sends you a confused look, one eyebrow quirked and is met with your furrowed eyebrows in a not-so convincing expression of what could be described as determination. “Something wrong sweetie?” You immediately shush him, like he’s sharing some ancient secret before pulling him down by the shoulder to whisper something in his ear. 

“You have to carry me home.” He pulls back slightly, seeing you dissolve into subdued giggles and despite the car being relatively close now, ends up just going along with your whims. Your bag still on his shoulder, he swings one arm beneath your knees, sweeping you flush against his chest in a princess style carry. You smile, delighted “Good. It’s your duty as my husband.” He almost freezes mid step. Husband? “I didn’t know I’d missed my own wedding sweetheart,” he resumes his stride, “was the cake good at least?” you seem to take great joy in his reactions, looping your arms around his neck and snuggling against his chest. “Yes.” Is your single response before he realises you’re quickly falling asleep. He chuckles under his breath, making a mental note to go ring shopping sooner rather than later. 

Mystery ❀

You’d dragged Mystery out for drinks one night, begging him to indulge in something you wanted to do just this once. He’d agreed obviously, he’d never say no to you really. It had taken some convincing though, especially since you’d wanted to go to a bar, where he’d be in close proximity to a lot of people which increased the risk of fans spotting him, something he wasn’t particularly happy about considering this was his time to spend with you, not another outing turned meet and greet. Therefore his condition had been that you had to go somewhere that wasn’t overflowing with people queuing out the door, and he reserved the right to hide in the shadows if need be. You’d readily agreed, eager to spend time with your boyfriend outside of either’s house. 

You were currently waiting at the bar for the bartender to finish making your drinks, perched on a stool with your chin propped on your hand while mystery sat in a secluded booth near the back, but still in your eyeline. You're tapping your fingers on the polished wood of the bar until a grating voice appears next to you. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing here alone?” You grimace and physically recoil from the creep that’s crept up on you, throwing a glance in mystery’s direction only to see him staring out of the window. “Cmon sweetheart don’t pull that face at me” The man continues, undeterred by your closed off body language. “I’m not alone, thanks, my husband is right over there.” You point to Mystery in the corner, raising your voice enough for him to hear over the low hum of music and chatter. 

In a split second he’s beside you, arm curling possessively around your shoulders, glaring murderous daggers at the man who’s cornered you. You squeeze his hand, thankful for the intervention and he returns the gesture in a subtle display of affection. The creep sputters out some excuse for leaving, clearly intimidated by Mystery’s towering stature but as you turn to thank your boyfriend you notice he’s slipped back out of sight before any more attention can be drawn to him. You laugh under your breath, turning to get your drinks. Don’t be fooled though, his lack of response doesn't mean his mind didn’t latch on to your use of husband, he knows you meant it to deter the man, yet now he can’t stop thinking about you as his wife.

Abby ❀

After his usual gym session, dripping sweat with his vest top clinging to his abs, Abby wiped a damp towel over his forehead before looping it around his neck and holding his phone to the mirror to snap a picture of himself post-workout. Really, it was for you, he found your blushing reaction to seeing his body, all chiseled and covered in sweat, adorable. Your face and neck were always coloured red every time he facetimed you to show off his physique (and also just to see your face, though he’d never admit it).

He sends you the picture of himself, tossing his phone into his gym bag before heading off to shower.  You receive it mid tidying up the protein shake mess he left in the kitchen this morning ,which he’ll definitely be getting lectured on upon his return, opening his message to predictably blush and turn a vibrant shade of red before shooting him a quick reply ‘my sexy husband <3’. You don’t even register what you’ve said really, too occupied with admiring his picture to actually comprehend the gravity of that comment. It must be cleaning up after him that’s made you feel all domestic, like a married couple, therefore you blame his mess on the fact that little title was let slip. 

Slumping back into the seat of the car, Abby fishes his phone out again, absentmindedly clicking on your reply without actually looking at it as he fastens his seatbelt. Returning his attention to the screen he visibly stiffens for a moment, eyes widening in mild surprise at your comment before allowing his expression to morph into something between a teasing smirk and genuine affection. It’s kind of nice to think of your relationship like that, gives him hope of something permanent, something he can come home to. It’s unlike Abby to be sappy or sentimental, that’s Romance’s thing, but marriage just sounds sweet in his brain right now. 

Abs ;) : ‘Oh? Should I be taking notes now? Is this a hint?”

You don’t see his message until he arrives home, too absorbed into cleaning after just sorting his mess out turned into several other small tasks. You hear the door thud shut, turning your gaze upwards only to notice he’s not there. You furrow your brows in confusion, until two muscular arms wind around your waist and you realise he’s used those stupid demon powers to teleport behind you. You spin in his grasp, ready to lecture him for more than one thing though you end up promptly cut off by his lips claiming yours. You can’t help but melt a little then, relaxing in his embrace and letting your eyes flutter shut as his mouth layers over yours. He pulls back, lips just grazing yours, “So wife, didn’t realise we were already hinting proposals”. He laughs, you give him an unimpressed look.

It's odd how my least favourites ended up being the longest :p I acc wanna know ppls fav saja boys I can't pick one 😰 As always all likes & reblogs r appriciated !! Love u all <33

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Cursed - Saja Boys X Fem!Reader Part 27

I tried to make my own smutty playlist but realised it kinda sounds more like a yandere playlist ¬.¬ but I still ended up with this chapter so I guess it's all good

PROLOGUE / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11 / PART 12 / PART 13 / PART 14 / PART 15 / PART 16 / PART 17 / PART 18 / PART 19 / PART 20 / PART 21 / PART 22 / PART 23 / PART 24 / PART 25 / PART 26

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT INCLUDING SEX AND FINGERING! (for those of you who do not want to read I do state the start and the end of such scenes!)

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

After Jinu had stopped leaning against you, you had been quick to get into bed. It had been a very long day and you were very tired, so it was no surprise when you passed out minutes after laying your head on one of the super comfy pillows.

The first thing you could hear as your mind tumbled back into consciousness was a heartbeat, warm skin beneath your sleepy form. The only other sound in the quiet room was three sets of deep slow breathing, one in particular including a lot of purring. You could feel two strong arms around your back holding you against the warm body beneath you, not that you wanted to go anywhere anytime soon. You stretched out your legs slightly, your back arching as you did so.

“Fuck.” Jinu groaned his grips tightening on you. “Please stop moving.”

“What? Why?” You asked finally opening your eyes to look up at the man.

SMUT STARTS HERE ~~~~

Unfortunately you couldn’t really see much of Jinu’s face from your position with your head on his chest so against his wishes you adjusted yourself. You lifted your head up and managed to see how red his cheeks were and as you moved your legs slightly you felt something against one of your inner thighs. As soon as you ceased moving your mind put the two things you had noticed together and your mind finally caught on with what was happening. You kept your face natural as you moved your thigh against the hard thing between your legs, very much aware of what you were doing.

“Fuck.” Jinu hissed out again, his eyes closed and his face covered in a red that made him seem even more irresistible to you.

“What’s wrong Jinu?” You asked feigning ignorance, adjusting your thigh again.

You squealed as the man quickly rolled the two of you over so he was above you, one of his hands slipping between your legs. Skilled fingers slipped under your underwear, roughly dragging up and down your folds. A moan slipped from your lips, your face flushing as arousal swept through your body.

“Fuck.” You gasped out as you felt a finger enter you, your back arching slightly at the sudden intrusion.

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” Jinu teased smirking down at you a golden glint in his eyes.

“Shut up.” You hissed grabbed the man by the back of the neck and pulling him into your waiting lips.

Jinu’s kisses were slow but deep, his kisses keeping perfect pace with the thrusts of the finger inside you. While each kiss, each thrust felt like pure bliss, you needed more. Your hand gliding down his bare chest before slipping under the waistband of his clothes. You then took hold of the hot hard cock waiting for you, your hand slowly pumping him in time to his own movements.

Jinu groaned into your mouth, a second finger plunging into you and the pace quickening. Your legs widened inviting the second digit with a feverish need, your hips chasing each pump of his digits. You broke the kiss with a breathless moan, the dark haired man lowering his head and heavily panting against the skin of your neck. His hips bucked into your hand a few times before your heard his voice.

“Fuck this, I need to be inside you.” Jinu told you, his digits leaving your soaking hole.

He drew back from you slightly, throwing his trousers and boxers off, his hands coming back seconds later to eagerly remove all of your clothing. You helped him remove your borrowed t-shirt and underwear between needy kisses, as eager as he was to feed this desire. The man guiding his dick toward your folds, swiping it along them to coat his member in your juices. His eyes stared into yours as he slowly started to enter you, the stretch causing a moan to leave your throat.

“Fuck.” Jinu hissed one of his hands roughly grabbing your thigh as he fully sheathed himself inside you. “You feel so fucking good.”

You let out an airy moan as you felt Jinu pull everything but the tip out and slam back into you, your legs wrapping around his waist in an attempt to pull him further into you. He repeated the same action a few more times, slowly punishing you with the full length of his member. Jinu roughly tangled his free hand into your hair slamming his lips into yours as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. He swallowed each sound you made as he slammed into you faster and faster, your body struggling to deal with so much pleasure at once. You got even louder when both his hands grabbed your thighs and almost folded your body in half, his cock reaching further into you at this angle. Suddenly his dick hit something inside you that made you see stars, your mouth disconnecting from his as you threw your head back.

“Fuck! Right there Jinu!” You squealed, your body chasing the way that spot made you feel.

The man bit down on your neck aggressively as he feverishly pounded into you hitting that spot repeatedly. Your back arched and your legs shook as you approached your high, your pussy clenching around his cock as you reached it.

“Fuck!” Jinu hissed breathlessly as he rutted into you a few more times, his seed releasing deep inside you.

His body shook against yours, before you both laid there trying to catch your breath. Jinu slowly released your legs from his grip, his pulling back and his brown eyes quick to find your own tired orbs.

“I wish you could wake me up like that every morning.” Jinu told you with a boyish grin, before pressing a gentle kiss against your lips.

“Not sure my pussy would survive this every morning.” You mumbled as he gently pulled out of you.

“She’s gonna need to survive more than that in this apartment.” Jinu replied standing up and stretching.

SMUT ENDS HERE ~~~

You took your time getting ready in the bathroom that morning, managing to actually take a shower by yourself for once. You paused in front of the mirror afterwards looking down at your injury, happy that for once you had been able to go about your life without it causing trouble.

The wound itself still looked terrible, but it was definitely more red and less purple and black than it had been in the past. You brushed your fingers over the wound, the sting making you wince slightly though you noted it was less severe than it had been before.

Your mind went back to what Hyun had said after he looked over the wound, the way his smug grin left his face for just a second. Was it possible that the poison was as strong as he had first thought? Had he given you a less lethal dose? Or was something else happening that was affecting the way the poison was reacting with your body?

You sighed and pulled down your shirt, your body wanting you to eat instead of standing around pondering. You slipped out of the bathroom into the front room, all 5 boys already sitting round the dining table, a plate of fresh pancakes ready for you.

“Good morning sweetheart!” Romance chirped giving you a smile.

Mystery was quick to hop out of his own seat and rush over to you, wrapping his arms around you and breathing in against your hair.

“Morning.” You replied giving Romance a wave before returning Mystery’s hug.

“How are you feeling this morning?” Abby asked after Mystery pulled away and lead you to your seat.

“I feel good.” You replied.

“Didn’t do a good enough job Jinu.” Baby announced flatly. “You want to fuck her so hard she can’t walk bro.”

“Baby I told you no sex talk at the fucking dinner table!” Jinu hissed in reply, glaring at the smaller demon.

“He’s just jealous that he’s gonna end up the only virgin in the house.” You cut in smirking at the mint haired boy.

Baby looked at you in shock as Abby burst out laughing and Romance covered his mouth with a hand trying to hide his amusement. The mint haired demons expression of shock quickly turned into a frustrated pout, his grip so tight on his fork that you could see the utensil bending. He slammed the fork into the middle of the plate, the ceramic breaking with a loud crack. He then stood up and stormed out of the room, the slam of his door making the walls of the apartment shake with the sheer force he had used.

“Oh shit.” You mumbled.

“Don’t worry about it, if he can’t take it then he shouldn’t have been giving it out.” Jinu told you continuing with his pancakes like nothing had happened.

“He’ll be over it in a couple hours.” Mystery assured you.

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[deputy-videogamer]

Hi! I truly love your writings and headcanons and wanted to know if it would be possible to have an university AU with gn reader? Especially one with athlete Abby or streameur Baby because they are my favs but I would also enjoy it with any of the guys tbh

Also if that could be fluff that would be amazing

for the love of fries

tags: AU, abby is a popular university athlete, pre-relationship, fluff fluff fluff

i did both abby and baby!! i kept giggling while writing this omg. also, let's pretend his last name is saja lol

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Your Instagram account had started as a joke.

Nothing fancy, no selfies, no “outfit of the day”. Just photos of campus food and brutally honest reviews. You liked the anonymity. People sent you tips, you tried new places, and your follower count quietly climbed into the thousands.

Then came the burger incident.

It was a Friday night when you posted:

noforksgiven Burger Barn — 4/10 Fries were limp. Bun was soggy. Cheese tasted like sadness. Would not recommend unless you’ve lost a bet or your taste buds.

You didn’t expect the post to blow up or to get a DM twenty minutes later.

itsabbysaja ok i usually don’t do this but you’re wrong like criminally wrong burger barn is ELITE 😤🔥🔥

You frowned at the username. The profile was public — baseball team captain, lots of posts in uniform, photos with his teammates, and an easy smile in every shot. Each post ran numbers in both likes and comments.

Oh, that Abby Saja.

noforksgiven It’s not elite if the fries could be used as shoelaces.

itsabbysaja that’s a bold claim from someone hiding behind a food account 🤨🤨🤨🤨

And just like that, it began — an ongoing DM feud about every food place you reviewed. If you said the sushi spot was mediocre, he replied with ten photos of him eating there, saying “he's living his best life”. If you praised the new bubble tea shop, he claimed you were being “soft” because they gave you extra tapioca.

It was ridiculous, annoying even. But...kind of fun. You found yourself waiting for his message every time you post, your face lighting up whenever you hear the familiar ding! your phone makes whenever you receive a direct message on Instagram.

The awkward part came two weeks later, when you met him.

Your roommate had dragged you to a campus fundraiser, which turned out to be a baseball team meet-and-greet. You were halfway through a free slice of pizza when a familiar voice said,

“Hey, you’re [Y/N], right? You’re in my stats class.”

You turned — and there he was. Abby Saja, real and smiling, looking exactly like his profile pictures.

“Yeah,” you said, willing your face not to betray anything.

He grinned wider. “Cool. I’m Abby.”

I know, you almost said. I’ve been arguing with you about fries for two weeks.

“Want to try the burgers?” he asked, nodding toward a grill station. “They’re from Burger Barn. Best on campus.”

You nearly choked on your pizza. “Uh…I’m good.”

He gave you a mock-offended look. “You’re missing out.”

Over the next hour, you somehow ended up talking — not about food (thank goodness), but about classes, mutual friends, and how he’d been playing baseball since he was a kid. He was funny, a little too charming for his own good, and not at all the loud, cocky jock stereotype you’d imagined. He was actually kind, humble, feet-on-the-ground kind of guy.

The problem was, the more you talked to him, the more you feel the slightest guilt about the Instagram account.

The following week, you posted a glowing review of a new taco truck.

realabbysaja ok i’m man enough to admit this one was right. maybe you got good taste after all :D

You bit your lip to contain your smile, your cheeks starting to heat up.

realabbysaja also, you kinda sound like someone i know

Your heart skipped.

noforksgiven Weird. I’m very mysterious.

itsabbysaja nah you’re like… funny in the same way plus i saw you eating pizza at the fundraiser and the box in your story had the same table in the background

You stared at your phone.

noforksgiven …so hypothetically if I was the food account?

itsabbysaja then hypothetically i’d say you have terrible taste in burgers you should let me take you back to burger barn so i can prove it

You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself.

noforksgiven That’s not how science works.

itsabbysaja good thing it’s a date then ;)

[deputy-videogamer]

good game, well played

tags: AU, baby is a streamer, university rivals, pre-relationship, gn!reader, fluff fluff fluff

another version of this request

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You weren’t supposed to still be watching his stream.

It had started as harmless curiosity — Baby, the golden boy of your university’s e-sports club, was on Twitch again, surrounded by his rabid fanbase and his relentless ego. On campus, he was known for his sharp mouth, sharper aim, and the fact that he’d never let you live down that one time he beat you in a debate competition last year.

Your rivalry had been going strong ever since — trading sarcastic remarks in the library, rolling your eyes when you passed him in the cafeteria hall, fighting for top spots in every shared elective. It was…fun. Annoying, but fun.

Tonight, though, you were tucked into your dorm bed, laptop glowing in the dark, watching him lean into his camera with that trademark smirk.

“No one’s beating me tonight,” he declared, cocky as ever, “especially not that one person on campus who thinks they’re my rival. You know who you are.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling.

The chat was spamming emotes, egging him on.

And then an idea struck.

You clicked the little donation button and typed your message under an anonymous username.

[zerolaglegend] If you lose this next match, you have to take your biggest rival on campus out to dinner.

The text-to-speech bot read it aloud, and Baby actually froze for a second.

“Oh?” he grinned, leaning back in his gaming chair. “You guys are setting me up now? Fine. But it’s not happening. Watch me wipe the floor.”

Spoiler: he did not wipe the floor.

The last kill cam was brutal. His in-game character getting sniped while trying to jump a corner. Baby stared at the defeat screen in disbelief as chat exploded with laughing emojis and “PAY UP! PAY UP! PAY UP!” messages.

“I—no. No, that doesn’t count.” He was pouting now, clearly scrambling for an excuse. “Okay, okay, fine. Rules are rules. Guess I gotta…ask my rival out. If I can even find them.”

You waited.

You could let him stew for a few days, but where’s the fun in that?

You opened the campus group chat where he was known to lurk and dropped a message.

Y/N Hey, Baby. I hear you owe someone dinner. What time should I be ready?

A second later, on his stream, he choked on his water.

He read your name in the group chat aloud, his tone halfway between disbelief and mock offense.

“You! You were the one who donated that?! Oh, you’re dead next time we’re in the same game.”

But you could see it — the little flicker of a grin he couldn’t hide.

“Fine,” he muttered, glaring at the camera. “Friday. 7 p.m. Wear something nice. Not because it’s a date. Just…you know. For the rivalry.”

The chat spammed “It’s totally a date!!!!” while you smirked at your screen, already planning what to wear.

By the time Friday rolled around, you half expected him to ghost you out of sheer pride.

Instead, at 6:59 p.m. sharp, your phone buzzed with a message:

Mr. 2nd Place I’m outside. Don’t take forever. I’m not here to “pick you up” or whatever.

Sure. Totally not here to pick you up.

When you stepped outside, you found him leaning against his car in his signature sweater, hair just messy enough to look good without looking like he tried. His eyes flicked over you once, lingering a little longer than necessary before he shoved his hands into his pockets.

“You clean up okay,” he said casually, but his ears were pink.

You smirked. “So do you. For a rival.”

The restaurant he picked was nicer than you expected. Dim lighting, quiet music, waiters in crisp uniforms. Definitely not the kind of place you’d go for anything but a date. When you raised an eyebrow, he spoke before you could tease him.

“They had a student discount.”

“Right,” you said. “For all those couples on romantic rival dinners.”

He groaned and ordered for both of you before you could push the joke further.

It was entertaining to watch him try to keep the conversation competitive — challenging you over grades, trash-talking your last sports match — only to slip into things like:

“So, uh…what’s your favorite dessert here?”

“Do you like flowers or is that cliche?”

“You’d look good in—” cough “—in, uh, better headphones for gaming.”

By the time dessert came, his facade was crumbling.

He was leaning closer now, resting his chin on his hand while watching you talk, smiling without realizing it. When you caught him staring, he blinked fast and sat back.

“This doesn’t mean I like you or anything,” he said, poking his fork into the cake.

You raised your glass. “Of course not. Just two bitter opponents sharing candlelight and overpriced pasta.”

He grinned — that real, slightly lopsided one you’d only ever seen when he was off-stream.

“Next time, you’re paying,” he said.

You clinked your glass to his, pretending not to feel the warmth curling in your chest.

Next time. He wanted a next time.

The rivalry might have started as a game, but you had the distinct feeling you were both about to start playing by very different rules.

The following week, Baby was back on stream, headset on, trash-talking into his mic like nothing had happened.

Except the chat knew.

The moment he went live, the messages were relentless.

[headshothero] How was the date, lover boy? [XPOverlord] They looked hot, huh? [clutchace25] When’s the wedding???

Baby ignored them at first, focusing on his game. But the pink on his ears was telling.

“Y’all are weird,” he said finally, chuckling in that half-nervous way. “It wasn’t a date, it was a challenge. Rivalry dinner. Totally different vibe.”

Cue more spams.

And that’s when you decided to join the chaos.

You logged in under your usual account — not the anonymous one from last time — and dropped your first message.

[ynrules] He paid for dinner AND held the door open. Definitely a date.

Baby’s crosshair slipped mid-match. “Oh my god. You’re here?”

Chat exploded. “Caught in 4K” flooded the feed.

“I—listen, I didn’t ‘hold the door’ like that, okay?” he said quickly, trying to recover. “It was just common courtesy!”

You sent another message.

[ynrules] He also smiled at me like that :)

The camera caught his hands flying up to cover his face as he definitely tried not to grin. “You’re gonna get banned from my chat,” he threatened, though it came out more like a laugh.

For the rest of the stream, every time he got a kill, chat typed “he’s doing it for them” and every time he died, they typed “distracted by love".

When the match ended, Baby leaned back in his chair, eyes flicking to the chat like he was resigned to his fate.

“You’re all terrible,” he muttered, but a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

You smirked at your screen, typing one last message before leaving him to his flustered meltdown.

[ynrules] See you Friday, opp.

[deputy-videogamer]

"like a 10/10.. fr dis time.."

jinu x reader — SMAU ( social media au )

Cw / bunch of swearing N das it i think

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