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Intertwined

Chapter One: Consequences

[The Saja Boys x Witch F!Reader]

[Prologue]

Summary: Using dark magic is proving to have been a bad idea. And quickly.

Warnings: No use of y/n, not proofread, swearing

WC: 3.6k

A/N: I see people asking to be added to a taglist, and I'm currently deciding if I'm going to do one!! I haven't done one in ages, and I know there was a reason I quit, and I don't remember why... I will let you all know if I decide to do one! I hope you all enjoy this part!! A lot is unraveling and it's getting exciting! divider by @uzmacchiato

“Well…” You laugh and look around your apartment. “Guess I’d better start cleaning this mess up.”

Your blood covers the floor. You notice your nail marks on the floor. That isn’t good. You tap your finger against your chin. You look behind the men and realize you are going to have to ask the move past them to get your cleaning supplies.

You should not feel uncomfortable in your own home. You feign confidence and move towards them, “My cleaning supplies are just back there-” They do not budge. Suddenly, they are all staring at you. Their stares burn into your skin. You feel so small compared to all of them.

“Look-” Baby coos at you, “-the all powerful witch is scared of us.”

Abby pinches your cheek. You swallow hard. “I’m not really all that powerful,” You admit, your voice barely a whisper. Maybe you should not have admitted that. But here you are.

“You know,” Jinu starts, “you can’t be that weak. You brought us back.”

“I still don’t know how I did that.” You look at them as if you are some prey. A doe caught in headlights.

You never were all powerful. In fact, you had always been the weakest of your family. You had been so weak, you had left them. You have done nothing but practice since living on your own. You never imagined this happening though.

“Now-” You point over Jinu’s shoulder, towards the closet down the hall, “I need to clean.”

Jinu moves. He lets you pass him and as you walk by, you can still feel all of their eyes on you. You inhale sharply and pull some supplies from the closet. You give them all a nervous smile as you walk by them again, and into your living room.

“If you aren’t going to make yourselves useful,” You stop yourself, not meaning to sound so harsh. You decide to continue without apologizing, “Feel free to look around. Make yourself at home, I guess.” You squat down and begin to clean the blood off the floor. “Since I guess this is where you will be staying now…” You whisper the last sentence. They all catch it.

Jinu is the first to begin looking around your apartment. He walks towards the television and turns it on. The channel it comes on to, is one showing Huntrix. They are performing and it seems to catch everyone’s attention. It’s an old performance; you’ve seen it before. You are sure the men have not seen it though, seeing as they were just brought back from the dead.

The men suddenly surround your television. You watch them as you scrub your floor. “Do you miss it?” You ask, genuinely curious.

“No.” They all speak in unison.

You roll your eyes. You do not get the chance to even mumble a ‘whatever’. A knock comes from your door, and you freeze. You look down at the blood on your floor and then towards the demons in your house and back towards the door. While the men look human now, it definitely is not a good look to have the Saja Boys in your place of living when they aren’t supposed to be.

“Go on,” Abby shoos you away. “Answer it.”

Your jaw clenches. You place the cleaner and blood covered rag in your hand on the floor and stand up. You walk towards the door and look out of the peep hole. Fuck. Your panic only rises. You see the face of your neighbor, Mr. Hwang. He is small and old and probably does not know who the Saja Boys are. The only positive in this situation, truly.

You crack the door open, just enough to see him. “Hi!” You mask your distress rather poorly. Mr. Hwang’s wrinkles worsen as he furrows his brow at you. “Is there something you need, Mr. Hwang?”

“Yeah.” He pauses, leaving you hanging. “My granddaughter is over, she said she heard screaming coming from over here.” Your heart sinks. “I wanted to make sure you were alright, dear.”

“You wanted to check on me?” You blink a couple times, gathering your thoughts. “You heard I was screaming and came over here? You don’t even have a weapon, how could you protect-”

“A weapon!?” Mr. Hwang is startled by your statement. “Do I need one?” He tries to peek into your apartment. “Hm,” He huffs as you block him.

“No.” Your answer is short. You look behind you at the five men in your apartment. I don’t think a weapon would even help at this point.

“Well, if you need anything, you have my number… Try not to need me.” His eyes narrow before he turns and walks down the hall, back to his apartment.

You close the door and walk back towards your mess. You start cleaning again. The demons scoff. All of them. “You are so nonchalant.” Abby leans on Jinu. You bite your tongue and ignore that comment. You continue to clean.

They are all focused on you again. Your skin is crawling. “Watch TV or something.” You motion back towards the performance. “Leave me alone.” You try to redirect them. It does not work. It is almost as if they are staring at you harder. Jinu looks at you as if he knows something you do not. The others only look hungry. It is making you uneasy.

“Have you even checked your palm?” Jinu finally pipes up. You look at the bloody gauze on your hand and then up to Jinu.

“No?”

Jinu takes that answer as a sign to approach you. You immediately pull your hand to your chest and narrow your eyes. He lowers himself to your level and grabs your wrist. His eyes lock with yours. You are frozen. His cool hand grabs your warm wrist, sending chills down your spine. His touch is gentle, you know you can pull away at any moment, but you do not.

Jinu looks from you and at your hand. He pulls at the gauze, and it unravels, easily. Blood is smeared onto your palm. Cool air hits the uncovered skin, but you do not even flinch. Under the blood, there is skin. Perfectly healed skin.

You gasp. You rip away from Jinu, push yourself up, and tear down the hallway. You throw yourself into your bathroom and, without thinking, wash your hands. Your blood washes down the sink and you realize there is nothing on your palm. No wound, no scar. As if you had never even cut it. Your heart jumps into your throat.

“I thought you weren’t powerful?” Mystery asks.

They are crowding the doorway.

“I’m not!” You snap. “I’m not…” At least, you thought you were not. Now, you are not so sure.

Your phone rings in your pocket. You pull it out and find Rumi trying to video call you. Your jaw clenches and you answer it. She immediately starts asking questions.

“Are you alright? Are they being mean?” She asks, her face in the camera.

“They’re being nice. I’m, uh, better than before…” You briefly look away from your phone, at your palm, before looking back at Rumi. “Um, you wrapped my hand, right?”

“Yeah, I hope that’s okay. When you passed out, I had to find something to stop the bleeding. I found gauze and figured that would work!”

“Oh, it worked alright.” You mumble. “I know you’re busy, Rumi, with your, uh, career, but if you are free, any time in the distant future, can you please come over.”

Rumi nods, “Actually, we could meet tonight?” She looks deep in thought for a moment. “The roof of your building?”

“That’s perfect.” Jinu speaks for you.

This causes Rumi to shift out of the view of the camera. Mira’s eyes are immediately staring you down. You almost drop your phone onto the sink. “Hi?” It comes out as a question. She is eyeing you hard. Assessing the situation at hand.

“That sounded like-”

The phone is snatched from Mira. Zoey is who you see next. “Are you Rumi’s new friend?” She is excited. “She said she made a new one earlier today. That must be you!”

There is a brief struggle and then the video call ends. You purse your lips and look down at your phone. “That was productive.” You look at the demons in the doorway. “What time are we even supposed to meet?”

As you ask, your phone buzzes. A text from Rumi comes through.

Meet me @ midnight. Bring the boys.

Your nose crinkles. You really prefer to leave them at home. Then again, they can wreck your apartment.

“We are meeting her at midnight.” You smile at them, giving them no choice.

You sit on top of your apartment building, more perturbed than ever before. Your arms are crossed, and your legs are straight out in front of you. You are waiting impatiently for Rumi. She cannot get there fast enough.

“Why so huffy?” Mystery nudges you.

“Yeah,” Abby groans, “I just carried you up here, and I don’t even get a thank you?”

“Thanks!” You snap at him. “Thank you for snatching me up and practically leaping onto the roof with me in your arms!”

Baby gives you a look. You cannot read it, but it is making you feel some sense of dread. “You were struggling to get up here. You’re lucky we helped you.”

Your jaw drops. “Lucky!?” You almost scream the word. “I’m lucky!?” You stand up and get in Baby’s face against your better judgement. “I resurrected all of you, and I’m the lucky one?” You want to throttle him. You have a feeling that will not end well for you, so you do not.

Baby lets out a low growl, his eyes flashing yellow. You are backing up instantly. You have to remind yourself these are demons. Not normal people. Even if you are a witch, you are not the strongest and do not stand a chance against five of them.

Your eyes move towards the others. They are only watching you. Baby looks ready to pounce, and they are watching.

You pout. The weight of everything begins to crash down onto you. You look at the ground and you become heavy. Everything is heavy. You hit the ground, and your eyes shut. You place your head in your hands, and a soft cry escapes you. You want to scream and sob and fight. But you are stuck on your knees, soft cries and pleas escaping you.

A hand gently places itself on your shoulder and you feel a sudden closeness. Someone is nearly right on top of you. You do not care to look at which one it is. You assume Jinu. The grip on your shoulder tightens.

“Open your eyes.”

A distorted voice, one that almost sounds familiar hisses in your ear. You jolt upright and your eyes open, finding darkness. You rub your eyes and blink a few times. Darkness still greets you. You are frozen, this time not from fear, but from something entirely different.

Magic.

Your eyes move back and forth. The grip on your shoulder is bruising now. You cannot even look over at who is holding you. You want to vomit.

“Weren’t you taught to leave the dead alone?” Lips press to your ear.

A pit forms in your stomach. “Let me go!” You scream.

“You brought five demons back, and cannot even get out of my grip?” The woman whispers. You notice her voice is not just hers. It is multiple people all combined into one heavily distorted, terrifying voice.

You let out a sob. “Please-” You focus. You focus on the hand on your shoulder, on the magic holding you captive. You focus on her voice. Your head snaps to the side, and you look at the hand first. You noticed black and gold robes before anything else. Your stomach flips. Pitch black claws dig into your shoulder, and the rest of the arm is shrouded from the large sleeve of the robes.

You know one thing; the hand is not human.

Your head turns upwards slightly, and you are met with more confusion. The woman is wearing a large hood; shadows distort her face.

“Hm,” She hums. “You are stronger than you know.” She does not release you from her grasp. She gives you a hard squeeze.

“Please, let me go back-”

“I want to help you.” She huffs. You are not sure how your bones are not snapping. “Only I can help you become stronger.”

Your eyes shut tight. “No.” You are stern. “I can help myself. I always have!”

“Let go.” She hisses at you. “Let me help you!” She is getting louder.

“No!” You scream, hands covering your face. Power surges around you; through you. Your shoulder is released, instantly. It begins to ache.

Your hands fall from your face and onto the concrete. You lurch forward and have to stop yourself from letting out a wail. Your nails scrape the concrete, and you realize you are not in some purgatory anymore. Your eyes snap open and you are staring at the rooftop. You blink a couple times and inhale sharply.

You sit upright, your shoulder stings. You, ignoring the people looking at you weirdly, pull your shirt down to the side and see a large mark on your shoulder. The claws that once dug into you have caused puncture wounds in your bicep and shoulder.

“Did one of you do that to her!?”

A voice brings you back to reality.

“No…” You look up at who said that.

Mira. Rumi, Mira, and Zoey stand in front of you, blocking the Saja boys from you. You pull yourself up and look at Rumi. She gives you a concerned stare and gently grabs your hand. She notices it is not wrapped. You turn your palm towards her, and she gasps.

“Please,” Mira deadpans, “do inform us of what is going on.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “I don’t know, really.” You look at Rumi and she is studying your palm. “Rumi asked me to bring back Jinu, she said he deserved a second chance.” You are trying to find the words. “I accidentally brought them all back.” You look towards the demons behind the women.

“What was the screaming about?” Rumi asks. You tilt your head. “Just now. You screamed ‘no’.”

Oh. You shrug. “I don’t know… I think… Uh, my grandma, she used to tell me that the kind of magic I used- It’s off limits. I think I’m learning why she said that.”

Rumi looks at you stunned. “Why did you agree to do it?” Guilt seems to be eating at her now.

“I didn't think it’d work!” You yell, throwing your hands up. “Things with no souls should not be able to come back! I just brought back five things with no soul!” You rake a hand through your hair. You look out of it. Stress eats at you. “I never was the best,” You admit to Rumi, “In fact, I moved out here, away from my family, because of how fucking not great I am.” You laugh. “I could barely do common spells. And I just revived five demons…”

Whether you like it or not, you are spiraling.

“And now-” You shout, looking at Jinu, “he says I’m bound to them, somehow!” You let out a frustrated yell. “And-” You are not finished. “I think I'm being haunted?”

“What?”

You look back down at your shoulder. “I think I’m learning what the repercussions are for fucking with dark magic.” You rub the back of your neck. “Maybe it’s my mind, playing tricks, I don’t know.” You shake your head.

None of them buy that. You do not buy that.

“Look,” Rumi sighs, reaching out for you, “hold out a little longer. We’ll figure this out. Promise.”

You nod. “I guess I have five new roommates…”

“We’ll head back; I’ll talk to Celine. She has to know something. And you-” Rumi turns towards the revived boy band, “-be on your best behavior.”

They all scoff and roll their eyes.

With that Rumi, Mira, and Zoey leave. Again, you are left with a mess.

“Well,” You hug yourself, “One of you want to throw me over your shoulder and hop back to my apartment?” You laugh. Abby is on you in a second. You let out a strangled noise as you are taken back to your apartment in record time.

You order take out. As you wait for the delivery, you have to entertain five hungry demons.

“You like board games?” You ask the five of them. They all shrug. “Fuck, you are all so boring.”

“Used to not be.” Mystery says, causing you to nod. He has a point.

A lightbulb goes off, you perk up. “That reminds me-” You look between them, “-uh, do you still need souls? I mean, Rumi fixed the Honmoon. Demons are kind of…”

They all look at each other. “No, actually,” Jinu’s eyes narrow. “We cannot hear Gwi Ma anymore. We do not need souls.”

“What do you need?” Your head tilts.

You walked right into this one.

“You.” They all answer. You almost choke. Heat prickles across your cheeks. “You are the one that brought us back.” Romance points it out like you are not aware of that fact.

Your jaw clenches. You open your mouth to speak but quickly shut it when nothing comes out. You cannot find words. You feel like you have malfunctioned. “What does that mean, exactly?” You ask.

“It means we are bound. You are ours as much as we are yours.” Jinu sounds so reassuring. You are everything but reassured.

“Oh no!” You shake your head and stand up. “I don’t even like belonging to me, why would I want to belong to all of you!?”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before dabbling in dark magic,” Baby smiles at you. A shit eating grin. You tense.

A knock echoes through your apartment and have never been more thankful for a food delivery in your life. You hurry towards the door and instinctively look through the peephole. You see the top of someone’s head. Huh. You unlock the door and poke your head out.

“I got your order, I think.”

“Ari?” You look at the teenager in front of you. “What are you doing up this late?”

“What are you doing ordering this late?” She snaps back, handing you the bag of food. “Grandpa told me to bring this over, so I did. You’re welcome!” She goes to turn and then faces you again. She gets close and whispers. “The screaming earlier… Did that relate to the… The witch stuff?”

Your face contorts. “Goodnight, Ari!” You shoo her along. “Tell your grandpa I said thank you.” As you shut the door, Ari begins speaking again “You should tell me thank you.” She crosses her arms and leaves.

“She knows you’re a witch?” Abby asks.

“I mean,” You blow out air, “yeah.”

“You aren’t worried about that?” Jinu asks.

“No.” You place the food down. “She’s a thirteen-year-old girl, who is going to believe her if she tells people I’m a witch. Anyway,” You shrug, “she sometimes likes to help me ‘be witchy’.”

They all nod, pretending to understand. They do not press further. They have other things they want to talk about. As you pull your food from the bag and begin to eat, you ask a question, catching the Saja Boys off guard.

“What does this consist of?” You look at them, all of them one by one. “Being bound to you all?”

Jinu answers you with a question. “What do you want it to consist of?”

Your eyes widen. “Oh.” That is all that falls from your mouth. “Okay,” You rub down your thigh, nervously, “Besides going absolute batshit if you guys are somehow… banished… What else is this bond?”

“We are connected to you, as well.” Baby seems absolutely thrilled by this, “Your spike in anxiety earlier, on the roof, was palpable.”

“Oh, by the way,” Jinu leans towards you, causing you to lean back, right into Abby. You freeze. “How’s your shoulder?”

Jinu moves your shirt slightly. Your eyes do not move from Jinu as he peeks at the wound. You tense and let out a small whine as the shirt brushes it. Jinu’s expression changes. A change that sends panic through you. “What!?” You are not sure you want to know what is wrong.

Jinu’s eyes flash gold, his jaw clenching. This makes you feel worse. You angle your head down slightly, and your stomach sinks. From what you can see, the wound is not better at all. In fact, it is much worse. Abby peeks over you and you feel his whole body tense.

“My hand healed!” Panic is setting in. “Why is this not healing?”

“You said you used dark magic…” Jinu reminds you of something you really do not need to be reminded of. You nod at him, slowly. “What did you see earlier, on the roof?”

“Um,” Your eyes shut, “A woman, I couldn't see her face. She was wearing beautiful robes, and her hand…” Your eyes open. “She was not human.”

“That wound is infected.” Romance almost looks sorry for you.

“I can go to the doctor-” You want to believe you can.

“That is infected with magic.” Mystery growls.

You can no longer fight back the bile rising in your throat. You rip away from the men and take off down your hall. You hit the floor of your bathroom and vomit. They do not get up and follow you. You are all alone in your bathroom. Alone, having the harsh reality of what you have done setting in.

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Intertwined

Prologue: Little Witch

[The Saja Boys x F!Reader]

Summary: Rumi thinks she has found a way to give Jinu a second chance through you, a witch. You, however, are sure soulless creatures cannot return, but you still decide to entertain her idea. Things do not go as planned for either of you.

Warnings: Swearing, no use of y/n, reader/you cut your hand for the ritual you perform, no beta

WC: 1.9k

A/N: I had this thought and wanted to run with it! There will be smut eventually. The following parts/chapters should be longer; I just wanted to give you all the gist of the idea! divider by @uzmacchiato

You look at the woman in front of you. Your eyes scan her. You are looking for something, anything, that tells you she is playing a trick on you. That she is just joking. But every part of her looks excited to have met you. She is dripping with hope and determination.

She is not joking.

“Rumi…” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Please, please tell me you are pranking me. That there is a camera somewhere…”

She shakes her head. “No.” She grabs your shoulders. “Can you do it?”

You scrunch your face. “Rumi-” You decide to not argue. Every part of you relaxes. “I’ll do it.”

There is no way this works. Rumi wants a demon back. A thing with no soul. You have never brought anything back, but you are absolutely certain things need souls to return. This will not work, Rumi will leave you alone, and you both go on with your lives like a pop star had not approached you wanting a demon brought back to life.

Rumi pumps her fists into the air and shouts with joy. Her emotions vibrate through you. You feel her excitement. She is radiating enthusiasm, and you are not sure what she will look like when this does not work. You hope that she goes easy on you.

“We doing this in my home?” You question her.

“Can’t do it at my place.” She smiles.

You groan. “Right.” You collect some items you will need, and make your way towards the living room. You begin to move furniture around. Rumi does not miss out on helping you. The quicker this is done, the better. Both of you think this, but for very different reasons.

You blow out air as you draw a symbol on the floor beneath you, taking up a good bit of your living room. Rumi stands back and watches. She is quiet, taking everything in. This is going to wreck her when it does not work. You do not think much about it. Instead, you keep going with the ritual. You sit on your knees in the middle of the symbol. You close your eyes and inhale softly.

You feel a pull, deep in your chest. A pit forms in your stomach. Do not continue. The words ring in your head. Loud and clear. You exhale slowly and open your eyes. You grab the knife lying beside you and do, in fact, continue. Your jaw clenches, and your eyes shut momentarily. Rumi tenses. You practically feel her emotions shift. You ignore it. You have to.

Your eyes open back up and your hand raises, palm facing upwards. You begin to chant words your family has said to never mutter. You were taught that bringing others back was not right. Against nature. Against everything you stood for.

It will not work.

You are sure of it. It is replaying in your head. As you mumble words Rumi has never heard. The knife digs into your palm. Harder, deeper than you had wished for. Your hand moves as if it is being held.

As your blood drips onto the symbol, the whole room tilts. The lights in your apartment flicker and suddenly the chanting is no longer human.

The voices coming from you are not your own. They are angry, primal. The pit in your stomach worsens but you are stuck. You want to scream, and you can do nothing but continue the chant.

Rumi watches as your blood fills the symbol around you and it becomes a deep red. The lights in your apartment blow and the only light left is the glowing symbol below you. Your voice breaks through the others, and while you are stuck chanting, you are obviously strained and terrified.

“Stop!” Rumi screams.

She leaps towards you, but cannot break through. A barrier has formed. She is stuck on the other side, watching you unravel.

The knife has dropped from your hand, and you are now lurched forward. Your nails are digging into the wood floor, scratching and clawing. Fighting for your life. A hiss rattles in your head. One that very much does not belong to you.

Suddenly, your eyes widen and your neck snaps back. The chanting comes to a halt, and you wail. A scream rips from your throat. Tears stream down your face and you fall over, limp. The symbol below you loses its light and Rumi breaks through. She frantically grabs you. She shakes you gently as your eyes lose focus and begin to shut. She yells for you, but it only sounds like a whisper.

“It didn’t work.”

This is the last thing you get the chance to say.

You awake to being soaking wet. You sit, gasping for air. Water wades under you. A large moon lights up the never ending, ever expansive sky above you. Several stars are scattered across the sky. You stand up in the ankle-deep water and huff. You look down at yourself. Your palm stings. It is haphazardly wrapped in bloody gauze. Your brow cocks.

You are wearing black and golden robes. The soft fabric is now only damp. You are not sure which to be more confused by, the outfit change or the gauze on your hand. You look towards the moon and sigh.

“I guess this is my punishment-”

“Do you deserve punishment?”

You jump. High. You spin around and are face to face with the one and only Jinu. Your heart jumps into your throat. The water sloshes as you move and you swallow hard. His patterns light up and everything in you is telling you to run.

You do not.

“Fuck.” You are breathless. “You aren’t… How am I- I’m dreaming.” You answer your own unfinished question.

Jinu reaches out and pinches you, his long claws digging into your skin. “No you aren’t.”

“Okay,” You shut your eyes. “Did I fucking die!?”

“Much worse,” He smirks at you. He lowers himself to your face, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear. “It worked.” His whisper sends chills down your spine.

Bile rises in your throat and you fall forward. Jinu catches you, steadying you once more. He stands you upright and pulls back slightly, just a little bit away from your face. You swallow the bile and force yourself to speak. “No.” Your voice cracks. “You are aren’t supposed to be-”

“But you did this.” Jinu slowly tilts his head at you. “You brought us back.”

“Us?” Your blood runs cold. Before you can turn around, several hands are grabbing you, pulling and ripping you apart. Claws tear through your robes, piercing your skin. You open your mouth to scream and a hand slides over it. You are being dragged down. As you fall back into the arms of the demons behind you, your eyes hit Jinu.

His golden eyes are brighter than ever. He gives you a wicked smile. He stands there watching as you fall backwards. Suddenly, the hands are off of you, claws are no longer digging into your skin. You feel like you are free falling. The moon and stars are gone, and darkness surrounds you. Jinu is gone. They are all gone.

Your eyes shut tight and your back slams into the pool of water that was once below you.

The world shifts again. You sit up, panicked. Your eyes open and you look around. You are in your home now. You look down at yourself. You are in your normal clothes but your hand is still poorly wrapped in gauze. Your hands pat your chest, down to your thighs as you struggle to catch your breath.

“I’m dry.” You sound confused.

“Uh,” Rumi lets out a nervous laugh. “Yeah? Other than the blood covering you, I guess you are.”

You sigh and look around your house. The lights are back on. Everything seems to be normal. You rub your head and Rumi tenses. She wants to reach out, make sure you are okay, but she only watches you.

“What happened?” Rumi licks her lips, nervously. “Are you alright?”

You shrug. “I think so. I just lost consciousness.” You lie. You look up at her and sigh. “I’m sorry. I don’t think it worked.” You lie again.

You hear someone click their tongue from down the hall. Your hair stands on end. You scramble to stand up and Rumi is close behind you. Her sword materializes in her hand and she moves to stand in front of you.

“Why would you lie to her?” Jinu leans against the doorframe.

Rumi’s sword disappears and she looks back at you. Your eyes are wide and are staring only at Jinu. It really did work. Your stomach flips. Your hands grab your stomach, you cannot look away from Jinu.

“If it worked…” You swallow hard.

Rumi does not get a chance to ask what you mean. Footsteps echo from behind Jinu and four more people make themselves visible. You feel the color drain from your face. You watch in fear and terror as they all stand in your doorway.

“I told you just Jinu!” Rumi turns towards you quickly.

“I know.” You cannot look at her. Your eyes are focused on The Saja Boys. You want to sob. You hold yourself tightly.

You now have five demons in your home. You cannot think straight. You are stuck with the consequences of your own actions. Millions of things run through your mind. You blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind.

“Rumi, send them back!” Distress is taking over.

“No!” They all hiss and growl at you.

Rumi’s sword materializes but she does not approach the demons. She looks at you, your fear and stress palpable. She sighs.

“No.” Jinu sounds calmer. He is not on edge like everyone else. “If you do that, you’re going to hurt the witch.” He looks at you. “That little ritual has bound her to us. If we die-”

“I die too?”

“Not exactly.” Jinu’s head tilts. He steps towards you, “If you lose us, you’ll lose every bit of sanity… Every bit of humanity you are currently hanging on to.”

“Which must not be much,” Baby smirks, “considering you resurrected five demons.”

You gasp, “This was an accident! I didn’t mean to bring back all of you. I didn’t even think I could bring back one of you…”

“You’re stuck with us now,” Romance smiles at you. It is playful and teasing.

It pisses you off. You snarl at him. You have a feeling that you are not going to be holding onto your sanity much longer, even with them here. Especially with all of them in your home.

Rumi looks at her phone. “I’m so sorry.” She gives you an apologetic look. “I have to get to rehearsal. You have my number if anything happens.” She looks from you and towards the demons. “Do not let anything happen.” She is stern with them.

With that, Rumi leaves. You look at the demons in front of you and give them a nervous smile. “So…” You have to figure out how to keep them busy, “do you guys have any hobbies?” You pause. “Other than, um, you used to steal souls.”

“Oh,” Abby muses, “this is about to get fun, isn’t it?”

They all agree.

You have a feeling that it will not be fun for you: the ‘little witch’ that accidentally brought back five demons.

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