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momo-kageyama · 5 days ago

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Pepper Saucen

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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Daeun (Baby Saja) x R.femele.

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Daeun Baby Saja ("real" and more human version, with a still latent demonic background) and Y/n, a human girl with a personality silent, of few words, but with a sweet and magnetic charm - a calm presence that speaks with the gaze and gestures.

Daeun (Baby Saja) - this contrast between his sweet appearance and playful behavior (with powerful voice and love for extremely spicy food) makes him irresistibly complex.

His playful side, his passion for absurdly spicy food and that silent and sweet dynamic with Y/n, which contrasts beautifully with his intensity

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In Seoul, at night. A cultural festival takes place in a park, with colorful lights and music in the background. The Saja Boys will secretly perform - as part of a demonic mission - but something unexpected changes Baby Saja's plans.

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The stage lit up in scarlet tones, the lights flashed to the rhythm of a deep and mesmerizing sound. Among the four dancers, he was the most discreet - and, therefore, the most dangerous.

Baby Saja rotated gently in the center, with his holographic jacket flickering like sparkling wings. The angelic face, hiding ancient secrets, lit up by flashes and cameras - but his gaze... constantly deviated to the side of the crowd.

She was there.

Y/n.

The girl with calm eyes, slow steps and silent presence.

She always stayed close to the stage, but never screamed. I never extended my cell phone. I never asked for an autograph. He just watched with an almost disturbing serenity - as if he saw beyond the music, beyond the stage. As if you really saw him.

After the show, while the fans dispersed and the other Saja Boys celebrated the screams sucked by the unsuspecting souls, Baby Saja stood still, without haste. Something in him prevented him from following the others.

In the dark behind the stage, he saw a reflection of her brightness. Y/n was sitting on the edge of a deactivated fountain, eating blue cotton candy, alone.

He approached with silent steps, as if he was afraid of breaking something fragile.

"You... always watch, but never talk," he murmured, his voice low like wind in glass.

She turned her eyes to him. I didn't say anything. He just offered the other side of the cotton candy. The gesture was so simple - but so direct - that he was paralyzed.

"Don't you think I'm scary?"

She tilted her head slightly, like someone who thinks before answering, and then pointed to his chest. His fingers touched above the heart.

"Tum tum," she whispered.

He laughed - not of debauchery, but of relief. For the first time in centuries, he felt something... soft.

"You know what we are, don't you?" - he asked. "Demons. Soul hunters. Brilliant farces."

She looked into his eyes - a deep look, which she didn't judge, she just saw.

Y/n raised her shoulders, like someone who says: 'So what?'

"You... don't say almost anything," he whispered. "But it's like screaming inside my head."

Silence.

He sat next to her. The two shared the candy while the park lights dimmed. She moved her bare feet in the shallow water of the fountain, and he kept watching the waves form with each touch.

"I'm afraid," he admitted. "To be myself near you. And at the same time... only near you can I feel more human than a monster."

Y/n turned his face to him. It was so close now that he could smell her soap - something simple, like rice flower.

She drew her finger and drew an imaginary word in the air, very slowly:

"Stay."

And he stayed.

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In the following days, Baby Saja began to disappear from rehearsals. I was missing the shows. He spent more time sitting with her in places where the world seemed to stop - silent libraries, hidden coffee shops, abandoned gardens.

No one understood. Not even him.

But every time Y/n held her finger and silently wrote on the palm of his hand words she didn't say with her mouth, he knew that there, even without speaking, she said everything.

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Three days after the first meeting at the edge of the fountain. Daeun discreetly calls Y/n for a number that only she knows. He invites her to a special place: a small street stall hidden in a Hongdae alley, famous among demons and brave humans... for the "insane" level of spiciness of the food.

⸻

Daeun was wearing a sweatshirt and a cap facing back. Large dark glasses covered his eyes, but it was impossible to hide that mischievous smile that already promised confusion.

Y/n appeared in the usual way: discreet, in neutral clothes, with a curious look, without saying a word.

"Would you trust me with all your senses, Y/n?"

He said, swinging a little red bottle as if it were liquid gold.

"This pepper is from another dimension. Literally."

She raised an eyebrow.

He smiled even more.

"Let's make a deal: if you can prove it without crying... I'll sing for you. Just for you. With the real voice, no joke."

Y/n hesitated. Then he looked at him, opened the bag he always carried on his shoulder... and took out a handkerchief. He put it on the table with a calm gesture. It was inside.

Daeun widened his eyes, genuinely impressed.

"You're much more dangerous than you seem, you know?"

The dish came: a bowl of tteokbokki (Korean rice balls), covered by a sauce so red that it seemed to shine.

Daeun ate first. As always, without even blinking. Satisfied, like someone who drinks water.

Y/n held the chopshot calmly. He got a little piece. He looked at him.

"Are you sure?" - he asked, for the first time doubting whether it was a good idea.

She took a little bite.

And she was absolutely... serene.

Daeun widened his eyes, gaping.

She wiped her mouth with the handkerchief and raised a finger: "now you must sing."

He leaned forward, his face softening. For the first time, he took off his sunglasses, revealing the vivid red eyes that he always hid - they didn't shine with malice, but with something more... vulnerable.

"It's. But this one is just for you."

And there, in the middle of the alley, between hanging lanterns and smoke from the plate, Daeun began to sing. The voice came out light, almost childish - a sweet falsetto that made the heart vibrate, but then... suddenly, it went down to a deep, hoarse tone, vibrant like thunder.

Y/n, even quiet, laughed with her eyes. He cheated on her again.

"It's my charm," he said with a little smile. "You should know that I nail tricks."

She took a pen and wrote on a napkin:

"Even so, he sings beautifully."

Daeun read. Then he looked at her with a slightly more serious look.

"You're the only person who doesn't run when you hear me really sing. The only one who doesn't cry with the pepper. The only one... who looks at me as if I were just... me."

Before they left, he took the same napkin where she wrote and put it in his pocket.

"I'll stick this on my mirror. Give me luck before the shows. And... maybe courage."

Y/n touched his sleeve. Light. Quick. But it was enough for him to feel his demonic heart miss a beat.

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Two days after the meeting at the pepper stall. It's already night. The sky is strange - still clouds, the darkened moon. There are rumors among the demons that the Honmoon Barrier is weakening. Something is coming.

Daeun had disappeared since then. No message. No sign.

Y/n, even discreet, felt it missing like a note in silence.

She finds him, by chance, sitting on top of an empty building, with the city pulsating down there - lights and cars like electric nerves. He's alone, without makeup, without costumes. Natural red eyes, exposed. Dropped shoulders.

When she approaches, he doesn't turn around. Just say, without facing:

"Did you know? That our music... steals pieces from people. Every show, every note. They applaud us and die inside. Slowly."

Silence.

"And I like to sing. That's the worst."

His voice breaks.

"I really like it."

Y/n approaches slowly. Take something out of your pocket: the napkin with the phrase "Even so, it sings beautifully."

She folds carefully and leaves it next to him, as if to say: "It's still you."

He turns his face to her - his eyes now moist, no disguise, no tricks. Only Daeun, the boy who once was something before becoming a demon.

"You... listen to me even when I'm screaming inside, right?"

She doesn't answer. Just sit next to him. Lean your head slightly on his shoulder.

"When you stay close, Y/n... I sing differently. As if the pain leaked between the notes. As if I wanted to be forgiven, but I don't know why."

A strong wind blows. He senses: something is approaching. The other demons will hunt. The barrier is ruining. Soon their world and hers will collide.

He takes a deep breath. Close your eyes.

"If I disappear after today... I want you to know that it was real. Even if I was made to lie, you were real to me."

Y/n moves. Turn your face. And without a word, he holds his face between his hands.

Look inside the red eyes as if to say: "then stay."

And for the first time...

Daeun is not afraid of what he is.

There, in silence, two worlds touch each other without words. The demon and the human. The boy who sings to steal - and the girl who never needed to speak to be heard.

But in the distance, in the skies of Seoul... the sound of thunder opens the next beat of fate.

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It's high night. The sky seems made of smoke. After the confession at the top of the building, Daeun and Y/n walked aimlessly, hands almost touching, hearts screaming in silence. They end up entering an old forgotten rehearsal room, full of pillows, red curtains, mirrors covered by sheets, low light. A hiding place of the world.

Daeun closes the door slowly behind him. The world out there dissolves.

Y/n walks slowly to the center of the room, turning her back. He observes the way she breathes. How her shoulders go up and down. How the hair falls delicately on the back of the neck.

"Tend me if I go too far," he whispers.

"You just need to look at me... and I'm stop."

She turns around. Firm eyes. And it approaches.

Not a word is said.

But she touches his fingers - gently. Like someone who reads a silent melody on the skin.

Daeun closes his eyes, goosebumps.

"You disassemble me just by touching me, you know?" He whispers, deep, hoarse voice - different from the usual lightness. The real one.

She raises her fingers to his face. Touch your cheeks. The mouth.

Then he holds her waist, gently, pulling slowly, like someone who is afraid of breaking something rare.

Their lips meet calmly. There's no hurry. It's a kiss that starts light, shy, but grows with every second. As if everything that was contained until then now required to exist.

Their breathing mixes. He leans his forehead against hers.

"I wish I could live only in this minute with you."

She puts her arms around his neck, pulling him back. And kiss again, deeper. This time, he moans low, without holding back. Not of pain. But of relief. Of delivery.

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They lie down on the red cushions. Still dressed. But the touches change - fingers in the hair, hands on the back, the bodies adjusting, like notes fitting into a secret melody.

Nothing is vulgar. Nothing is fast.

They are two tired souls, thirsty for tenderness.

He sings to her there, softly, with his lips touching the skin of his shoulder, as if each note were an oath. His voice vibrates inside her - not by hearing, but by touch.

She holds his face and looks deep.

"Tum tum," she whispers.

And he understands: his heart is still beating. For her.

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At dawn, they fall asleep intertwined. Still dressed, but covered by warmth, by promise, by everything words can't say. The world keeps to collapse outside.

But for one night...

They were just a boy and a girl.

Before the war. Before the end.

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The first beam of light enters through the torn curtain of the old rehearsal room. Everything there smells like a memory: sleeping perfume, light sweat, contained fear and a sweetness that did not exist before.

Daeun wakes up first.

Her face is buried in Y/n's shoulder, her arms still around her body. Her chest rises and comes down slowly. She sleeps as if there was no more world, more war, more Saja Boys. Only him. Only them.

"Tum tum..." he whispers, like someone who reads a mantra.

He watches her in silence for long minutes. As if every detail of her needed to be kept in memory - in case you can never see her like that again.

But then... he feels it.

A change in the air.

Cold. Sharp. Familiar.

"No... not now..."

He sits suddenly, tense, his red eyes lit uncontrollably. Outside, the sky is not clear. There are black cracks tearing the clouds - signs that the hunters of the underworld are moving. And he knows why.

They felt the break.

The breaking of the sacred rule: a Saja doesn't love. A Saja doesn't surrender.

And Daeun surrendered.

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He touches Y/n's face with haste and affection. She wakes up with a calm look, even feeling the tension in his body.

"Y/n... you need to get out of here. Now."

She frowns. Don't ask. He just gets up, already understanding everything with a look.

"Do they come after me?"

She writes with her fingers on the palm of his hand.

He shakes his head.

"No. Behind both of us."

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On the outside, Romance Saja and Mystery Saja are already in the alley. The eyes shining. The air loaded with demonic magic. One of them smiles:

"She? Really, Daeun? A mute human?"

"She listens to me. More than any of you."

"So she'll listen when you die for her."

Daeun closes his eyes.

When you open it, your voice is no longer the usual sweet one.

Not even the deep rap.

It's the original voice.

The demonic voice.

He used it only on stage, with limits. But now, he screams - not to hurt, but to defend.

The word explodes in the alley like thunder:

"Silence!"

The two demons fall to their knees, their ears bleeding, the energy broken.

Y/n holds his shirt from behind, scared, but firm. She sees. He's bleeding from his mouth. Using that voice... has a price.

"I won't let them touch you," he says, turning to her.

"Ever if I need to be expelled from their world."

She writes a single word on her palm:

"Stay."

And he stays.

They run together through the streets of Seoul. Now fugitives. Condemned lovers.

But there's something new in his eyes.

No fear.

Freedom.

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Inspiring name in the post of:

@filijester

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zulashi-the-writer · 2 days ago

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This time, can I get the yandere Saja boys with a metal head reader (and they hate Kpop)?

Yandere Saja Boys 👹

Yan Saja Boys: you met when they performed 'soda pop' in the streets they saw your cover your ears with a disgusted look on your face which Abby was not happy about how dare you pull such a face towards him, they'd definitely follow you after the show to figure out what your problem is and soon as baby heard someone call your name he started to search up all your socials, stalking you because 'they have to get you to become their fan' he reasoned but as soon as he got further and further down your internet footprint he just got more frustratingly intrigued how can someone hate them? They were made to be obsessed over so what made you different?

Yan Saja Boys: Mystery was the one to find out your taste in music, baby just stopped looking for the reason and started to just look at your photos instead, mystery followed you home and sat on your roof as your music blasted over the speakers, soon the group started to watch your around the house as you rocked to the music, the music drove them insane (except baby and Abby they actually kinda like it but they'd never admit to it), they'd soon follow you to concerts and your rock meets, planning a way to 'save' you from this terrible music.

Yan Saja Boys: Romance would go full flirty to try to convince you to leave with him at a bar but you just waved him off, he walked off to the group a sour look plastered on his face next was Abby's turn and he decided to try a different approach he let show his patterns slowly walking towards you but didn't talk to you, he was using the douchebag method which kinda worked you asked about his tattoos then he went onto a nonsense tirade about it's meaning that made you laugh starting your 2 hour conversation before you decided to leave together to go somewhere more private, as soon as you stepped outside the roofie he'd given you would start to work you collapsed into his arms as the others joined you.

Yan Saja Boys: Romance and Jinu would tie you to the chair questioning you on your sanity for your taste in music promising to cure you while the others just stood close by watching you, you wouldn't talk to them just grit your teeth something about yanderes is that they hate being ignored, they'd start growing frustrated punishing you by keeping water and food just out your reach trying to get you to talk to them, they move onto making you listen to kpop but that didn't work either the hatred in your eyes only growing.

Yan Saja Boys: they'd start giving you medication to make you weak and move you around making you watch some of them dance as the others fed and pampered you, this gives you a sense of being somewhat close to normal, it starts to change you over time and as it goes on their songs play over a phone slowly moving onto a speaker as you slowly adapt to them and with each passing day their smiles going wider as they know you are theirs to own, theirs to change.

#anime #anime x reader #anime fanfic #kpop demon hunters x reader headcanons #kpop demon hunters headcanons #kpop demon hunters x reader #kpop demon hunters #kpop demon hunters saja boys #kpdh #kpdh x reader #kdh x reader #kdh #yandere saja boys headcanon #yandere saja boys x reader #yandere saja boys #saja boys reader #saja boys

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cecinderal · 11 hours ago

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Jinu *i hum methodically, rubbing a crystal ball as it lights and glows wistfully. There’s actually just lightning bugs trapped inside, but you choose not to say anything about it as it seems i’m in the zone,* is a panty stealer and will cum on then while covering his mouth

godddd imagine Jinu, big and usually so methodical, obsessing over a fucking human. You’re tiny compared to him, maybe not physically, but he’s a demon - it’s like putting a lion next to a mouse. He wouldn’t know when exactly the obsession would start, but like a lion, he’d stalk you.

Maybe you’re out, or sleeping (bc let’s be fr, the demons are lightning fast, if you catch them it’s because they’re letting you), or really anything - Jinu will sneak into your house, your room. It’s a sin among others that he’s committed, but this feels like the biggest one of all- Tainting this place, the place you’re supposed to feel safe and warm in, but no, he’s desecrating the very foundation of “safe” just by stepping inside. He wanders, not really having a goal, just enjoying being near you- ruining the place you work so hard to pay for, you’re human life is short and fragile, and yet you keep working.

Sanctuary. That’s what this means to you, and Jinu shouldn’t have any part of it - but he does, because he wants to. He could take you away from this, it’d be easy, but he enjoys the control you seem to think you have. He’s letting you have that.

He wanders, touching everything you hold dear. He scoffs at a picture you have framed, snickers at an embarrassing collection of romance books- Cheesy, but then his eyes land on some panties. Nothing special, but they’re there on the floor, vulnerable, and they smell. Smell like you, and that’s all he cares about before grabbing them.

He may have been human before, but he’s long since chosen to abandon that identity- It wouldn’t help him. He knows, in his mind, he has some humanity, some decision left in him, but he doesn’t want to recognize it because he knows he’d still choose to be like this; Sniffing at the fabric like his life depends on it, rubbing his thighs together as his cock begins to throb, similar to plenty of times before. He sticks his tongue out, swiping it along the delicate fabric- it’s not as good as the real thing, but this’ll hold him over.

He’s enjoying the game and wants to keep playing until he’s at his absolute breaking point.

#classic scenario but hot nontheless #if i had it my way all the boys would be panty pervs #yandere #yandere jinu #sorry if the writing isn’t that good it was word vomit #kpdh smut #k pop demon hunters #kpdh jinu #jinu smut #jinu saja x reader #kpdh x reader

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fawn7ng · 2 days ago

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hi what would you guys be most interested in :3

if i do one of the jinu ones I'll probably post it on my main account and not here ^_^

i am going insane

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere oc #k pop demon hunters #jinu #jinu kpdh #jinu x reader #kpdh #hanahaki #HELP NE #i have lost all motivation #:(#kpop demon hunters

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yan-randomfandom · 2 days ago

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Heyyy! I was wondering if you could do yandere saja boys x reader where the reader hangs out with a guy and they get very jealous

Yandere!Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; the day im satisfied with writing a yan!saja boys and/or yan!huntrix one shot is the day i'll retire because this is still lacking 💔

warnings; uncomfortable, stalking, possessive behavior, more spotlight on Abby! no Jinu here, sry!

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That's weird.

You're not anywhere in your house. You haven't responded to their messages yet.

"Think they finally had enough of us?" Baby mutters, looking through your snack drawer—nothing of interest—before closing it harsher than intended. The loud bang echoes in the empty kitchen.

Abby narrows his eyes as he looks through the window. The sun is going to set soon. "That can't be right. Maybe they went to buy something."

"Without telling us?" Mystery growls, his fingers fidgeting together. Well, it's not like you need to tell them every action you'll do. He's not even sure himself why he's so irritated.

After all, they were already planning to take your soul after the whole thing is over. But now that he's thinking of it again, the idea doesn't feel so good anymore...

The front door suddenly squeals open. All of them turn, expecting you, but instead meet Romance's face.

"Don't look so disappointed," Romance scoffs with an eyebrow raise. "I found the human. Come on."

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First, they felt relief, then anger, then sadness, then nothing.

They found you alone, as Romance said you were, but then you started laughing. Your gentle laughter stopped them from getting any closer. A smile curls on your lips as your eyes consistently follow something.

"What?" Romance mutters, confusion scrunching his face. They can't see well from this angle—but they can't move either without being seen.

"I told you it's slippery," you snicker, walking over and extending your hand. Ah. So you weren't alone. "Come on. I'll help you up, I guess."

"Thanks," a voice replies, matching your energy, causing all of the boys to glance at each other. They watch as a hand takes yours. "I guess."

The person gets up—a man. Not a demon, but a human. Standing too close to you and still holding your hand. Or maybe it was just a normal distance, and time felt like forever watching you touch that thing—but, oh, Gwi-Ma. They feel like boiling their human forms.

You finally let go of him, using your hand to fish your phone out of your pocket. A frown snakes across your lips after a while. "Oh, no."

"Oh no?" your friend asks, tilting his head. "Is something wrong?"

You begin chewing your bottom lip, looking around. "No, uh, not really. But I have to go now. Nice catching up with you, man!"

"Aw, really?" he says, glancing at his phone. "Oh. It is pretty late. Isn't your apartment like right over there? I can—"

"There you are!"

You and your friend turn your heads, both of your eyes widening for entirely different reasons.

Abby approaches you with a charming smile, settling an arm over your shoulders. He hums as he takes a good, innocent look at your companion. "Who's this?"

"Saja— Abs—Abby? From Saja Boys?! Uh, I mean— Hi! So nice to meet you!" An unexpected blush blooms over your friend's face. He glances at you with nervousness and fascination before bowing his head.

Your friend shows off a crooked grin. He's a big fan already; he told you moments ago how he had Soda Pop on loop. You huff and remove Abby's arm from your shoulder, barely able to hold your flinch at the way he looked offended.

You gaze at Abby in anticipation.

Abby immediately gets the hint and masks himself. "Oh, a fan! Thank you for your support!"

They took a picture, Abby did his autograph, all the while giving him fanservice with his abs. Your friend giggles cheerfully as they shake their hands goodbye. You didn't miss the way Abby wiped his hand on his shirt when your friend wasn't looking.

"Take care!" you call to him, waving a hand before turning to a blank-faced Abby.

He stares at you humorlessly.

You blink, avoiding his eyes. "Uh, hey. Sorry about... not replying. I ran out of—"

Abby chuckles, smiles like he wasn't just judging your entire being, and shakes his head. He returns to draping his arm around your shoulder protectively. "No need to explain. We're glad you're safe. Let's go home."

Your brows furrow as Abby guides your walk. We're? We?

It's an obvious thing that once a member is involved, all of them are. Just... where are the others? Abby is the only one here.

You stray your eyes, landing on a window.

In the dim reflection, three pairs of glowing, golden eyes point at you in the distance. Ah. There they are. Watching, waiting.

Ugh. You look away. Jinu's never this level of creepy. He's not present again, as always.

You don't notice Abby nodding his head curtly next to you.

— need .. need to include more horrors..... ngl I'm stuck between funny or horrific yan!saja boys ,,

— also if you're wondering why Jinu isn't here, I just prefer not to include him in general! yeah my bad, in my other fics he's just kinda hanging around

— why's it so hard for me to write yandere (says the yandere blog)

#yandere #x reader #yandere kpop demon hunters #yandere kpdh #yandere kpop demon hunters x reader #yandere saja boys x reader #yandere kpdh x reader #abby saja x reader

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redrage71890 · 2 hours ago

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Backing Voice (Yan! KPDH x Fem! MC) Part 1

Synopsis: The end of their tour is just around the corner, one more show. Too bad some demons decide to ruin their party.

Genres: Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn (?), Yandere (?)

CW: None

Prologue, Part 1, Part 2

A/N: I’m desperately trying to push these out while the hype is real.

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”La, la, la, la, la, la, la~”

”La, La, La, La, La, La, Laa~~”

”LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LAAA~~~”

Locked in an airplane bathroom, a slowly rising voice echos about that can barely be heard from the outside. The tone ranging from fierce to soft in seconds between each line of words or sounds from her mouth.

Shocking to think this came from a girl who hasn’t performed in front of an audience since she as a child.

“I’ve always felt like a monster”

”Long before I was bit~”

”Only seen as a monster~ Let’s just say I’m used to it~”

”And I grew tired cause loving had only hurt me bad”

“But loving you is a good problem to have”

”And I’m used to that, but I could get used to this~”

*Knock*

”Hey (Y/N), you gonna join us for our carb load? Don’t worry we have plenty enough for you! If you want to that is. You don’t have to if you don’t feel like it.” Zoey asks from the other side with clear excitement yet nervousness in her tone.

Only in recent times has (Y/N) grew comfortable enough to eat with the girls. For the first few days of meeting each other, she didn’t exactly talk that much. Or even made eye contact.

One on one conversations didn’t last very long in some cases, devolving into awkward silence usually with Rumi and Mira. Zoey on the other hand tended to continue her fun topics of discussion and even unintentionally rant about little things that have ticked her off or grabbed her interest.

Ended up dragging (Y/N) into watching all her turtle videos at one point. And to think (Y/N) ended up watching the entirety without a break along with Zoey.

That’s when the girls figured out something.

Just when they thought (Y/N) wasn’t listening or even uninterested in their talks, she always took everything in.

Simply listening to what they say with small gestures and hums that indicate her awareness.

Overtime, they met eyes as one talks.

And the next, she was beginning to speak and respond.

Though even at the beginnings they noticed her slight tremor and shivering as one would approach and or initiated conversations.

But time has passed.

Progress was made.

The social barrier was breaking down steadily.

And their unknowing hunger for that softness and comfort grew

“U-Um, sure. I’ll be out in a second.”

”(Gasp) Really?! Okay! I’ll tell the girls!”

Hearing Zoey speed off made (Y/N) chuckle at the cartoonish footsteps and visual in her head. (She looked like sanic)

Before she unlocked the door, she took one final look in the mirror. Something she did often enough to become habit. It wasn’t the kind of admiring like being in awe of yourself or even picking out flaws in your appearance or self.

No.

Her eyes always just stared ahead.

No blinking.

No words.

No thoughts.

All besides one…

Despite everything in the world…

It’s still you.

Turning her head away and unlocking the door. She was met again with the prestigious white walls and cushioned seats of the plane, with the compartments of materials for the plane attendants to use and serve for them in their areas.

Just outside at a small table filled to the brim with carb heavy foods scattered about. The three hunters already decked out in their performance attires and faces of makeup, eagerly awaiting to bring joy to their fans.

She didn’t exactly match the dress code.

Just a simple yet sophisticated attire of black and purple with hints of gold about. A purple buttoned cropped top, black flared pants with the ends a shire grey with patterned webs, expected black boots, a black and gold blazer jacket and a black tie loosely done.

Complimenting her further with dangling gold earrings with thin tassels. Hanging from her waist is a small lavender blue charm with two flower stones of the centre with loose strands of material. A small thin string of a mix of gold and silver instruments strung about, ranging from an electric and acoustic guitar, to a violin and piano.

Despite the similar golds and charms on their attires, hers felt out of place.

Their faces lighting up upon meeting her own (f/c) and gold rimmed eyes.

“(Y/N)! We were just about to start! Come huddle with us!” Zoey eagerly pulls the usually anxious girl along with them, placing herself between the maknae and their dancer.

“Okay, this is our biggest show yet.”

“The most songs.”

“The most notes.”

”The most moves.”

”Which means the most carb loading.”

”For the fans!”

Hastily grabbing a couple of kimbap for herself, seeing as the three stuffs whatever they grab on the table. (Y/N) felt a bit envious that they eat and talk so comfortably with each other with food splattering out at time. Preferring to savour her food and not choke out of pure embarrassment.

Not that the girls would ever judge.

But that did allow her to send the plane attendants apologetic smiles and bows, for they have to clean up the mess.

’Apologies, I know how you feel.’

Though that didn’t stop the lady attendant to back away from them.

”Okay, time for our pre-game ramyeon!”

“Here you go (N/N), hope you don’t mind this flavour.” Mira hands her a ramyeon cup with her face and flavour on it. Feeling grateful for not being left out again she sends the tall girl a thankful thumbs up and smile.

”Happy fans, happy Honmoon!”

“Wait, there’s no water in these.”

As Rumi was asking the attendant for water, her ringtone began to go off. Seeing the caller ID she hastily answered.

“Hi, Bobby!”

"Yeah, hi! Um, what are you doing?"

"About to eat our pre-show ramyeon."

"Pre-show? What about the show-show?"

Finishing off her kimbap with a nervous gulp, (Y/N) smacked her own face out of pure shame.

'I should've known!'

Considering her position in HUNTR/X set by her mother and Celine, they pulled some strings and made her part of staff as strange mix of a producer, co-writer and manager along with Bobby. Difference was that she lived with them and had a hand in their music.

When it comes to music, she's the one to go to.

Whether it be making samples and demos, to finalising a few songs in their instrumentals and fixing up little details.

But for demons?

Its a different story...

As the girls were talking to Bobby (and greeting the fans that stole his phone for a few seconds), (Y/N) just stared at the staff with them. Looking closer now, it was obvious they were demons.

I mean...

Pouring coffee in a plant, randomly observing a spoon like it was an art piece and not to mention spinning hotteok like a wheel instead of eating it? Need she say more?

The girls seemed to fully realise what was up as they disappointedly glared at them. Groaning about not finishing their food.

"I didn't even get to finish my ramyeon!"

"Why do they always interrupt our snacking?"

"(Garbled) They will face my wrath!"

"(Whispered) Zoey, make sure not to choke, please."

Rumi confronted the demons with a board expression, obviously pointing out their strange behaviours and spotting patterns along their arms. Stepping on ones foot fully revealed their colourful and abnormal real forms.

"Oh, you got the patterns. Now you gotta die."

Taking a step behind the girls to let them deal with the demons verbally, (Y/N) took all of their cups and skidded past everyone making sure to avoid the confrontation.

"Not our fans."

"When you mess with our fans..."

"We need to make it hurt."

"Ugh, you came at a bad time"

"But you just crossed the line"

"You wanna get wild?"

"Okay, I'll show you wild!"

Twirling around and holding down the demons while beating them hand-to-hand, unphased as they begun to sing their song. Heating up the kettle and passing it to Mira to further beat down a demon into a seat.

The large demons shadow towered over (Y/N), planning to strike the fourth down without hesitation. But her (f/c) and gold eyes saw it him first. Ducking underneath his arm and quickly pouring the hot water in her and Mira's cups before throwing the kettle and the hamburger flavoured cup for Zoey.

Beating down the leaping demons while pouring for herself and Rumi with no sweat.

Manoeuvring through the thrown around demons with her cup in hand, (Y/N) avoided the touch of any demon.

Its not like she could do much anyway.

Though before digging into to their ramyeon, they had something to finish off.

"Knocking you out like a lullaby~"

"Hear that sound ringing in your mind~"

Threads of blues and whites swerve around each of the girls, forming into unique shined weapons in hand. Daggers for Zoey, a spear for Mira and a sword of Rumi.

But the threads around (Y/N) came around and formed into a glowing blue and purple parasol. Emitting rays of light that make the demons freeze when touched.

"Better sit down for the show"

"'Cause I'm gonna show you how it's done, done, done"

Slicing and dicing the demons that dare to come their way. Eagerness writhing on their faces as they slice down the demons. All the while, (Y/N) hums and adlibs through the song. Each line and twist of the parasol emitted a ray of light.

Glancing around at the girls, adoration and fun filled their expressions. Moving like lightning speed and the highlighting colours of their blades faster than usual and bodies consumed by calmness and beauty.

"Run, run, we run the town"

"Whole world playin' our sound"

"Turnin' up, it's goin' down"

"Huntrix show this, how it's done, done, done"

Interrupting their little beating, the aircraft shook as the lights flickered off. Quickly making sure their ramyeon wasn't ruined and in hand, they looked outside to see flying pieces of the plane with the demons on them.

"Yeah, this plane's trashed."

Slurping up their noodles and downing the soup with a sigh of relief-with no hesitation, the four of them dropped out of the plane at lighting speed. (Parasol still in hand but closed)

”Won either way, we're one in a million“

“We killin', we bring it, you want it? Okay”

Catching up with the escaped demons, landing on them as they fixed up some makeup and appearances. Pulling out of her pocket gulped down a pill of sorts with a bottle of water she somehow managed to down while falling.

“Heels, nails, blade, mascara”

“Fit check for my napalm era”

“Need to beat my face, make it cute and savage”

“Mirror, mirror on my phone, who's the baddest? (Us, hello?)“

Approaching closer to the stadium, the three hunters rocket towards the centre stage in glowing blue light. (Y/N) diverges from their path and opens her parasol, encasing her body with a mix of blue and lavender petals. Finding herself backstage with many stage crew members and staff running about.

A spare microphone lazily placed on a spare speaker, she takes it away and runs to the sound guys by the controls.

“It’s showtime! Run it from 1:57 but make sure to keep the backing track. We need blue lights pointing in from the back of the roof top the stage coming from the sky.”

Nodding along with her instructions as they swiftly get to work. One worker handing her three other microphones as she runs towards the edge of the stage.

Spotting the three demons in the centre and the large shadows of the girls in the smoke screen,

”Knocking you out Iike a lullaby”

”Hear that sound ringing in your mind”

”Better sit down for the show”

”Cause I’m gonna show you (I’m gonna show you~)”

”(I’m gonna show you~) How it’s done-done-done”

Striking down the demons (Y/N) hastily threw the mics to the girls that they caught effortlessly. Mira even smirking at her as they continue their song.

”I don’t talk, but I bite, full of venom (Uh)”

”Spittin’ facts, you know that’s”

”Okay, like, I know I ramble”

”But when shootin’ my words, I go Rambo”

”Took blood, sweat, and tears, to look natural (Uh)”

”That’s how its done-done-done”

Hiding behind near the supposed makeup room, (Y/N) tightly holds the mic and listeners carefully to the backing track and counts the time until its just her and Rumi.

“Hear our voice unwavering”

”Til our song defeats the night”

”Makin’ fear afraid to breathe”

”Til the dark meets the light~ (how its done-done-done)”

Pushing her vocals to its highest as she meets with Rumi’s high note. Continuing to belt and echo the chorus through towards the end.

“HUNTR/X don’t miss, how its done-done-done~”

‘One down, many others to go…’

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Edit: WHERE R U PEOPLE COMING FRKM? Genuinely curious, but thank you so much for loving this idea I had! Also first time trying a tag list

Tags: @kitsune-05, @the-bookish-artist, @apelepikozume, @shoopershtar, @ravvilicous, @valeriele3, @vikc, @lasa27, @chipster-321, @greensunflowerjuna

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zyettemoon1800 · 4 days ago

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SajaboysSajaboysSajaboysSajaboys👁️👁️

#kpdh #kpop #k pop demon hunters #baby saja #abby saja #romance saja #mystery saja #yandere saja boys #saja boys x reader #jinu kpdh

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cecinderal · 11 hours ago

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being a dumb manager who doesn’t actually have anything to worry about except being pretty and my yandere demon bf’s might actually be on my bucketlist

Ms. Manager

Saja boys x Fem! Reader

Summary: The Saja boys can't help but be enamored by their dumb and pretty manager.

Warning: Possessive! Saja boys, tw.death (not reader or any of the saja boys), dumb! reader, oblivious! reader, crybaby? Reader, a bit suggestive I guess?, might be incorrect grammar and spellings, probably more.

Author's note: Bear in mind that this is my first post here on tumblr, pretty new to this because I usually post my stories on Wattpad. I could write how they met or another part of this but I need some ideas, only if you end up liking this one though. I did not proofread this lol

[Last name] [Your name], a name most popular uttered by many people, a name who could turn many heads at the direction with just at a simple mutter, a name that could break a cold person's exterior, and lastly, a name that could easily steal the hearts of the upcoming Korean boy group the Saja boys.

The Saja boys were currently at their own dance rehearsals because they can't exactly steal fans if they don't look great, sing great and dance great, would they?

Jinu lets out an exasperated sigh as he stared at the group of demons, glaring daggers at the other four demons who just can't get the dance right. "We're meant to jump in sinc at this part." He said, crossing his arms as Baby Saja rolls his eyes from behind Abby, thinking their leader wouldn't be able to see. "Why you!-" the dark haired male was about to stomp over when the door opened.

The five males immediately straightened their postures at the sight of her.

[Your name].

Their very own manager.

Standing there with a bright smile plastered on your pretty face as you held the lyrics of their song Soda pop in hand given to you by Jinu.

"Ms. Manager, good to see you." Abby gives out a little wave, shirt riding up to show a bit of his skin and toned body. "You're late. Again."

It wasn't a secret to the five of them that you were admittedly... not that great of a manager, even though they don't have much experience of how a manager actually acts but they just don't want to get rid of you. Not when you looked at them so prettily that they can't help but want more of you, definitely not when you smelled so sweet that they just want to get closer to you just to smell you, and definitely not when you touch them as if they were made of glass (and they weren't, but to them, you clearly are).

Before they met you, you were in need of a job and well... you had a very unforgettable first meeting with them that they just have to keep you to themselves.

"I'm sorry, the landlord upped the expense of the rent." You said, giving them an apologetic look as you handed them each a plastic bottle of cold water. "And he wouldn't exactly leave me alone..." You added, unbeknown of the eyes glowing yellow at the mention of the bastard who wouldn't leave you alone when you turned around to fix the papers.

Romance hums, stepping closer to you. "We did offer that you could stay with us," He voiced, placing a hand on your waist.

You look up at the male who stared down at you, a dreamy look on his face as he tried his hardest not to brush his hand on your soft-looking cheek. "Like I said, there aren't exactly many rooms in the house you reside in that could let me stay there." You pointed out.

It was true, the house they stayed in or more likely, stolen from people before they got their souls, only had five bedrooms, fitting for the five of them.

The heart shaped haired male had his eyes trail over to your plump lips and before he could quip something else, he was suddenly bumped to the side by their muscular member who couldn't help but replace the hand on your waist with his own, pulling you closer to his bigger frame. "Just stay with us." He whispers, voice deep.

You can't help but feel your heart racing at his words but put some distance by leaning back, "Abby, that's not very nice. You just hurt Romance." You frowned as you turn to the other male who immediately changed his glare pointed to Abby to a happy smile as he saw you turn to him.

"He's a big boy, he can handle a little bump." Abby rolls his eyes as Baby snickers.

Before you could tell him to apologize, Jinu walks over to you. "They're right, you know. You wouldn't have to deal with your landlord if you just stayed with us, I can just give you my room and sleep on the living room." He offers, hoping he could change your mind and stay with them instead.

"It's fine, guys really. Thanks for the offer but I really can't, you already appointed me as your manager even when I don't have much experience..." You murmured before feeling Abby's hand on your waist tighten. "It's just some old guy anyway, it's not that big of a deal." You try to reassure, lips turned up in the pretty smile that softened their exteriors.

"Do you want me to take care of him for you?" Everyone turned to Mystery who uttered those words, the rest grumbled, clearly wanting to be the one to say that to you.

You look confused by what he meant but shook your head, "No, it's alright, you don't have to."

"I'd do anything for you," The male mumble as he watched you refuse their offers some more, clearly not having heard what he mumbled.

Baby slumps into your back making you let out a cute little yelp at the added weight, "You can just sleep with me." He said, lips brushing over the back of your neck causing you to shiver.

The others immediately disproved of that.

They watched as their little Ms. Manager gave them a wave goodbye before walking off towards the bus stop.

It was silent for a bit before Baby saja finally says, "We're getting rid of him, right?"

The next day, you slammed the door open, breathing shakily as the Saja boys turned to you in concern. You were trying to catch your breath, practically running here to inform them of the news that had been delivered to you by a fellow neighbour.

"You alright, pretty girl?" Romance was the first to ask as Jinu stopped the music.

Their concern was a facade of course. They know what you were gonna say, practically smelled your scent miles away as you moved to get to them. They held back smirks of their own as they stared down at your form.

"H-he... the landlord- he's dead," You said, eyes wide and clearly still in shock. "One of my neighbours saw dismembered bodies and- oh gosh... it sounded so frightening."

The whimpers you let out highened their growing arousal as they stared at you, eyes darkening as they fought the urge to take you right then and there.

"Wh-what if that happens to me-" You were tearing up now.

Oh, those tears. Those beautiful tears.

Baby licks his lower lip at the sight, the desire to lick them with his tongue growing. He can't help but wonder what you tasted.

Jinu walks up to you immediately, in faux concern, placing a hand on you shoulder to comfort you. "We're very sad to here that..." He said with a frown and furrowed his eyebrows. "But you shouldn't worry about that happening to you, Ms. Manager."

You look up at him and the dark haired male praised himself for not pouncing on you at the sight. Sniffling, you asked. "Wh-what?"

He gave you a small yet reassuring smile, "If you stay with us, you'd never get hurt by that awful killer on the loose."

"We'll be sad without our pretty little manager to tend to our needs..." Abby adds on.

"We need you, I need you." Mystery whispers.

Your body was shaking, overwhelmed by everything that's happening.

However, if this little thing didn't change your mind yet... then they'd just have to take you, with or without your consent. You're theirs after all.

You were just their pretty, dumb manager and they'd eliminate anyone who would stand in the way of their love.

#yandere #yandere jinu #yandere baby #yandere abby #yandere romance #yandere mystery #abs kpdh #baby kpdh #mystery kpdh #saja boys x reader #saja boys #romance kpdh #jinu kpdh #kpdh jinu #🧴reblogs #k pop demon hunters #kpop demon hunters #kpdh #kpdh x reader

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averageprecurefan · 4 days ago

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So I saw a song analysis of 'Your Idol' on tt and I decided that I wanted to write my own cus lyrically it's a really interesting song that makes sense in the context of the movie and kpop in general

(this analysis will NOT be spoiler free)

Anyways I feel like there's two main ways I would interpret the song.

Most people I've seen have interpreted it as Jinu yearning over Rumi which is a simple way to say it, I guess they're not wrong. Lines like "Don't let it show keep it all inside. The pain and the shame, keep it outta sight" definitely feel like they're directly referring how Rumi hid her demon side and didn't feel like she could share that part of herself but instead of encouraging her to embrace it the song is telling her that it's something shameful something that shouldn't be seen.

"Im you only one who'll love your sins" Now this line is obviously giving off major yandere vibes. I think it implies that her demon side is sinful and unsightly while also establishing that she can be loved but only by some who can truly understand her, someone like Jinu.

"Gimme your Desire, I can be the star you rely on"

The 'star' is Jinu he's the only one (at this point of the movie) who gets Rumi even Zoey and Mira viewed her as a lying demon. The lyrics prey on her loneliness and the abandonmebt she'd gone through previously. Jinu is placed on a pedestal and is shown as being a star he's a saviour who's unattainable, untouchable yet he's willing to accept Rumi and be the center of her solar system, her star.

In all the Chorus' except the last one it says "Don't you know I'm here to save you. Now we runnin' wild. Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol"

In the last chorus it changes to "No one is coming to save you. Now we runnin' wild. You're down on your knees, I'ma be your idol"

The lyrics changed. It stops emphazing how Jinu is the only one she needs it instead states it as fact. No one can save Rumi now she only has Jinu.

I believe that the song is Jinu's more angsty and demonic song speaking. The Jinu that sang 'Free' isn't the same Jinu that sang 'Your Idol' if that makes sense

Your Idol is such a well written song guys KPDH is peak

(Sorry if this poorly written. english is in fact my first language I'm just horrible at it also I do have another analysis of this song that ties into kpop in general so I'll probably past that later.)

#I didn't get to analyse everything I wanted cus I got lazy #kpop demon hunters #kpdh #rumi x jinu #rumi kpdh #jinu kpop demon hunters #jinu kpdh #rumi kpop demon hunters #saja boys #analysis #lyric analysis

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momo-kageyama · 4 days ago

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Condemned Hearts

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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Jae-Hyun ( Romance Saja )x R.femele.

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The seductive demonic idol of the Saja Boys, and a human with a serious, logical, grumpy personality and immune to superficial charm

After so long resisting, Y/N finally surrenders to the feeling for Jae-Hyun. On a hot night, the looks become intense, the touches more intimate. He treats her with affection, respect and desire - every movement full of care and passion.

Without haste, the two explore and love each other for the first time, at a time where the physical and the emotional mix. It was intense, delicate and true.

In the end, lying together, Jae-Hyun whispers that he wants to stay.

And Y/N, for the first time, leaves.

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Y/N is a sensitive human with spiritual ability that makes her immune to the emotional manipulation of demons - which attracts Romance Saja's attention, both as a curiosity and as a challenge. They meet by chance in an old bookstore, after a Saja Boys event.

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– Hanok Bookstore, Seoul – late afternoon, rainy weather

The raindrops drummed gently on the ceramic roof, and the traditional bookstore remained almost empty. It smelled like old wood, aged paper... and cheap incense.

Y/N leafed through a volume of Korean occultism with half-closed eyes, until the doorbell rang. She didn't even turn around. The air around warmed up - a subtle hunch poked her.

Y/N (without looking up):

- There's a romance section there in the background. You can go straight.

Romance Saja (laughing with sweetness):

- What intuition... do you already know that I'm all romance?

Y/N raised his eyes, finding the smile that enchanted millions. He wore a black mask under his chin, the hood of his downed sweatshirt jacket and unconvincing sunglasses.

She looked at the book again.

Y/N:

- I heard your voice before. You sing as if you want to hypnotize an entire church.

(Close the book.)

But to me it sounds just like marketing.

Saja Romance (tilting his head):

- You know who I am... and still ignore me?

Y/N:

- I ignore everyone equally.

He took a step closer to the shelf.

Saja Romance:

- The world revolves around emotion. But you... it's made of granite, right?

(Watch her with genuine interest.)

Have you always been like this?

Y/N:

- Since demons started pretending to be pop stars, yes.

His smile faltered for a second. That was new. A fan would have fainted him just with that look. A hunter would have attacked him. But this girl?

Nothing.

Romance Saja (lowering the tone):

- You feel it... and yet you don't give in. It's almost an offense to my existence.

Y/N (arching the eyebrow):

- Good. So we're even. You offend my intelligence with every wink you give.

Saja Romance:

- Touched.

He leaned against the bookshelf, observing the environment, letting the atmosphere become dense on purpose.

Saja Romance:

- Did you know that most people want to fall in love with something, even if it kills them?

Y/N (colid):

- It only proves how weak people have the survival instinct.

(She closes the book firmly.)

Did you come to suck any soul today?

Romance Saja (whispering):

- Yours, if you let me. But...

(It gets dangerously closer.)

...You don't let anyone get close, do you?

She doesn't back down. Her look was a wall.

Y/N:

- I'll let you. When they deserve it.

The silence between the two was charged - not of sexual tension, as he probably expected, but of pure challenge. She was a puzzle that he couldn't manipulate - and that made him uncomfortable... and curious.

Romance Saja (with the lowest voice):

- Do you hate me?

Y/N:

- No.

(Pause.)

I just think that, of all the demons, you are the most pathetic.

Saja Romance (I really smiled, for the first time):

- So see me as a project. Maybe you'll teach me to be someone better.

Y/N:

- I'm not a possessed boy band babysitter.

She gently pushed him back with the book she was holding. He took two steps back with a defeated, theatrical smile.

Saja Romance (murmuring):

— Y/N...

Y/N:

- If you call me by my name once again with that tone, I'll exorcise you with a limited edition of Mystical Jungianism and make you swallow the pages.

Romance Saja (laying sincerely):

- What a wonderful woman.

Y/N (on your back, leaving):

- And busy. Good night, demon.

She disappeared outside the door, leaving only the sound of the rain and the demon still standing still, half smiling, half... fascinated.

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Romance Saja stayed there for a while longer. For the first time in centuries, he felt something he couldn't manipulate. Curiosity... respect? Maybe even an echo of humanity.

And that was more dangerous for him than any hunter with a sword.

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Since the meeting at the bookstore, Romance Saja, whose real name is Jae-Hyun, couldn't get her out of her head.

Not because of desire.

Not for wounded vanity.

But for something much more dangerous: emotional curiosity - a rare addiction for a demon whose charm has never failed.

Now, he starts to show up where she is. Always with a smile. Always as if it were no big deal.

But Y/N knows. He's hunting. Just not the way you usually do.

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—Abandoned subway station - rainy night, neon flickering in wet concrete

The sound of the wind whistled between the empty tracks. She knew she was being followed - she felt the presence like an electricity stopped at the back of her neck.

Y/N (stopping walking, cold):

- You're subtle like a perfume advertisement.

Jae-Hyun (slow steps, quiet smile):

- I prefer "consistent". It's more poetic.

She turns slowly, the rain-soaked hood falling back, revealing the serious, tired, but unbreakable face.

Y/N:

- Will you keep appearing in every corner of the city until I scream your name and throw myself into your arms?

Jae-Hyun:

- No.

(Pause.)

I just... don't understand you. And that bothers me.

Y/N:

- Okay. Draw me later and it's solved.

Jae-Hyun (taking a step closer):

- You challenge me. Ignore me. You see me as something... smaller.

(Look narrows.)

You're not afraid of me.

Y/N:

- Because I know what you are.

And, honestly? I've seen something scarier in the mirror when I wake up.

A crooked smile sprouts on his lips. But the look... doesn't smile. It's concentrated. Obsessive.

Jae-Hyun:

- Do you have any idea what you're doing?

Where are you getting into?

I'm a demon, Y/N. I feed on human emotion.

But you...

(Pause, the low and dangerous voice.)

You're making me feel.

Silence.

She swallows dry - not out of fear, but out of anger. For knowing that it could be true.

Y/N (firm voice):

- That's not my fault. If it's broken inside, fix it. I'm not your repair.

Jae-Hyun:

- I don't want a fix. I want to understand why...

(Pass your hand over your soaked hair.)

Because it's so easy to hate you, and so hard to leave you alone.

Y/N:

- Because you're addicted to someone who doesn't bow to you.

It makes you feel... human.

He stares at her. For the first time without an answer. No smile.

Jae-Hyun (whispering):

- Is that it, then?

Y/N (turning to leave):

- You don't want me. You want to understand yourself through me.

But I'm not a demon mirror.

Jae-Hyun (low voice):

- No. You are fire.

And I've already started to burn.

She stops, for a moment. The rain flows through their temples. But she doesn't turn around.

Y/N:

- It burns alone.

And it disappears through the entrance of the staircase, leaving Jae-Hyun alone, wet, furious... and strangely alive.

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It's so "he", right? A heartthrob demon who stages his own sadness as if he were in a romantic ballad clip - but in reality it is a rough performance with hidden garden hose.

It's already the third time in the week that Jae-Hyun shows up at the door of his house out of nowhere. Always with some emotionally manipulative excuse. But today... he surpassed himself.

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– calm night, residential neighborhood – 10:45 pm

Y/N locks the living room window and walks to the kitchen when he hears three light knocks on the door.

Toctoctoc.

She sighs deeply, already waiting for who it is. When opening the door, there is Jae-Hyun, completely soaked.

The sweatshirt stuck to the body, the hair strands falling on the forehead. The big eyes, shining in "lost dog" mode. The light on the balcony illuminates the scene as if it were the climax of a dorama.

Jae-Hyun (shaky voice):

- I... was walking... and...

(Falsely chokes on the cold)

...It started to rain. I have nowhere to go.

Y/N (look silently, analytical):

- It was 27 degrees 15 minutes ago. And clear sky.

Jae-Hyun (wide eyes):

- But a storm has fallen now, right here...

(Looks dramatically up)

...About me. Cosmic coincidence.

Y/N (looking around):

- The hose behind the column is on.

Silence.

Jae-Hyun's body freezes. He subtly turns his face and sees the hose dripping water behind him, still dripping on the sidewalk floor.

He sighs... and immediately leaves the little theater.

Jae-Hyun (undoing the pose and hugging each other in the arms):

- Okay, I got the staging angle wrong. But I'm really cold!

(Shakes your arms)

These clothes are thin! The concept was "suffered visual", and I... exaggerated!

Y/N (frowning):

- You faked an emotional storm with domestic plumbing.

Jae-Hyun (with that cynical and charming smile):

- Everything for you.

Y/N (closing the door until there is only a sling):

- Go back to hell, clown.

Jae-Hyun (quickly putting his foot between the door):

- Wait! I brought...

(Take something soaked out of your pocket)

...Strawberry rice cake. It's a little wet, but it's still symbolic!

Y/N:

- Did you wet the candy on purpose to look like you were saved from the rain?

Jae-Hyun (smiling shyly):

- I'm an artist. I work with concept.

She leans her forehead against the door. And lets out a defeated sigh.

Y/N (opening the door slowly):

- A towel. A mug of tea. One hour. Without flirting.

And if you drip on my couch, I'll exorcise you with citrus disinfectant.

Jae-Hyun (already entering with open arms):

- Was that a yes?

(Vit triumphant voice:)

This is emotional growth, Y/N!

Y/N (tosping a towel in his face):

- Shut up, hose Aquaman.

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He spends exactly 58 minutes pretending to tremble, trying to impress her with his "dramatic suffering".

She pretends she doesn't think it's funny. But he puts an extra blanket over his legs while he pretends to doze off.

He knows. She knows he knows.

But no one comments anything.

Because sometimes, the heart opens in silence... or in poorly staged wet performances.

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– 3am – Y/N house

Y/N gets up half groggy to drink water. The silence of the dawn is only broken by a noise... plastic? Dripping?

She goes to the living room and freezes at the door.

There is Jae-Hyun.

Sitting on the couch, with a pink tiara with little ears, a translucent face mask with glitter, and a jade roll carefully passing on the cheeks.

Next to him:

• A portable mirror with LED lighting.

• A digital stopwatch beeping softly.

• And... a pot of brigadeiro in half, with the spoon still in his mouth.

Y/N (winking, incredulous):

- Is this an arcane ritual or just someone else's shame?

Jae-Hyun (without shaking, meeke voice):

— Step 9. Deep hydration with hyaluronic acid and starfish collagen.

(Look at her and smile with glitter on her forehead.)

Do you want to participate? I have extra masks. Green tea or marshmallow.

Y/N:

- You're a demon.

Jae-Hyun:

- And a skin like that is not made alone.

(Go back to the roll.)

If I'm going to invade hearts, I need to have invisible pores.

Y/N (walking to the kitchen):

- You're invading patience.

(Tatch the water bottle and come back.)

And the brigadeiro?

Jae-Hyun (takes the pot as if it were a secret):

- The body needs glucose to maintain its natural shine. It's... demonic alchemy.

Y/N:

- This is called sugar addiction.

Jae-Hyun (with the spoon in his mouth):

- This is called coping mechanism.

She watches him for a few seconds. He now does a circular massage with his fingers, with his eyes closed, as if he were in a private spa.

Y/N:

- Have you ever killed someone with your beauty routine?

Jae-Hyun:

- Already. Of envy.

Silence.

Y/N (murmuring):

- It is not possible that the most dangerous dark being in the underworld uses... sparkling soap with the smell of peach.

Jae-Hyun (opens one eye):

- And sulfate-free shampoo. With lunar rice protein.

She can't resist. Laugh. Little, but enough for him to notice.

Jae-Hyun (playing, triumphant):

- Was that a laugh?

Y/N:

- Don't get excited. It was just a muscle spasm.

Jae-Hyun:

- Spasm of admiration. I accept.

Y/N (leaving, rolling your eyes):

- Go to sleep, Glitter from Hell.

Jae-Hyun (shouting low):

- Only after step 13. Magic fixing mist. Respect me.

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Jae-Hyun became practically an unofficial resident of Y/N's house. He shows up for everything: breakfast, lunch, Netflix, even to water the plants - even without being invited.

But, deep down, he's completely in love. And, after a sequence of embarrassing moments, he decides to give a kiss. But life doesn't make things easy...

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Y/N was organizing the bookshelf when he heard the characteristic noise of Jae-Hyun entering the house for the third time that day.

Jae-Hyun (with a crooked smile, holding a half-withered flower):

- I brought this. I thought you liked... things that die slowly, like me.

Y/N let out a resigned sigh and turned to him, crossing his arms.

Y/N:

- You know you can't just enter my house and steal my tea collection like that, right?

Jae-Hyun:

- But I do it for love. And a little gluttony.

He walked towards her, his eyes shining, the flower swinging in his hand as if it were a sword. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, Jae-Hyun stumbled on the carpet, lost his balance and fell in the direction of Y/N - who widened his eyes.

Before he hit the ground, Y/N held his arm to avoid falling.

Jae-Hyun (eyes on hers, low and sincere voice):

- Sorry... I don't know how to control the heart - and balance.

Y/N couldn't contain himself and exploded in loud laughter, covering his mouth so as not to look rude.

Y/N (between laughs):

- You're a walking disaster! A beautiful disaster, but a disaster.

Jae-Hyun smiled embarrassed, his eyes shining with that light that you only have when you're in love.

Without thinking too much, he pulled her slightly closer and gave her a soft kiss, a little trembling, but full of sincerity.

Y/N (shocked, stopping laughing):

- Wait... did you only kiss me because you fell?

He smiled naughtyly.

Jae-Hyun:

- Maybe. Or because I can't stand pretending I don't feel anything anymore.

Y/N turned red, looked away and finally laughed again, this time softer.

Y/N:

- You charming idiot.

They stood there, half awkward, half happy - a moment that was strange, cute, and absolutely true.

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Y/N spent weeks trying to keep his guard up. But Jae-Hyun kept showing up, helping, getting in the way, cooking the wrong way, taking care of her when she got the flu, leaving silly messages in the mirror with lipstick (which he said was "demonic glamour").

Now, she realizes that, without even realizing it, he stayed.

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Y/N went down the stairs with her hair stuck anyway, wearing an old sweatshirt. The silence of the house was comfortable, but strange.

She was surprised because there was no low music playing in the kitchen. Not even the smell of tea that he always made the wrong way. Nor the dramatic steps of "I'm approaching you poetically".

The house was... empty of him.

She took the mug, took a sip of water, and stood still looking at the empty room.

Y/N (thought):

"Finally a little peace."

Silence.

More silence.

She let out a sigh and murmured:

Y/N:

- What a pain.

She walked to the door, opened it... and there he was. Sitting on the steps, with your back. The hood of the coat raised. The head down. Hands crossed on their legs. Quiet.

Y/N (surprise):

- Are you here... all this time?

Jae-Hyun (turning slowly):

- I was leaving. I promise.

(Smile, kind of awkward.)

I just didn't want to get in the way anymore. I thought... maybe you were tired of me.

She was silent. Something inside her tightened.

Y/N (low voice):

- I am.

He laughed softly and began to get up.

Y/N (complete, looking into his eyes):

- But I'm also...

(Pause. Swallow dryly.)

...Used to you.

He froze.

Y/N (without staring at him):

- You messed everything up, Jae-Hyun.

I'm practical, quiet, rational.

But then you came, with your beautiful face and brigadeiro at 3 in the morning and a thirteen-step routine for a perfect demonic skin...

(I smile from the corner.)

And somehow stupid, you stayed.

He took two slow steps towards her. The eyes shone, but there was no seduction in the eyes - only tenderness.

Jae-Hyun (low voice):

- Stay... is all I wanted.

She took a deep breath. He didn't smile, but he didn't deviate either.

Y/N:

- Then come in.

And don't touch my tea.

And leave me alone.

And stay.

Jae-Hyun (smiling with sparkle in his eyes):

- Yes, ma'am.

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That night, he lay on the couch with a weird pillow and a lemon-printed blanket that she hated.

But he smiled as if he had won the world.

Y/N stood on the stairs for a while, watching him sleep.

And for the first time, he felt something heat up slowly in his chest.

It was love.

In the most annoying, unexpected... and inevitable way.

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The light in the living room was low. Jae-Hyun was almost falling asleep on the couch, with an arm thrown over his eyes, when he heard her voice coming from the stairs:

Y/N (low, kind of embarrassed):

- Come sleep with me.

Total silence. Not even a mosquito dared to breathe.

Jae-Hyun (rising slowly):

- Did you... really say that? Or was it my demonic soul trying to deceive me with a perfect illusion?

She appeared at the top of the stairs with the usual closed expression, arms crossed and cheeks a little flushed.

Y/N:

- It's not an invitation to be naughty, it's just...

(Turn your eyes)

I don't know. The sofa is bad. You snore when you sleep crooked. And my bed is bigger. That's it, I rationalized.

He was already going up the stairs with the biggest smile in the world stamped on his face.

Jae-Hyun:

- So... rational invitation to share the horizontal rest space.

(Adjain the collar of the shirt.)

I accept with gratitude and humility.

Y/N (rolling your eyes):

- Shut up before I regret it.

⸻

[Interior - Y/N room - a few minutes later]

The bed was with the two lying down, with their backs to each other. The lamp is off. The weather... strange.

Jae-Hyun didn't speak. What was rare.

Y/N couldn't sleep either. The silence between the two was louder than anything.

Y/N (whispering):

- Are you awake?

Jae-Hyun (on the other side, almost in a sigh):

- I'm trying not to breathe loudly so as not to disturb your sleep as a grumpy hunter.

Silence again.

She turns around slowly, still not fully facing him.

Y/N:

- Do you fall in love with everyone like that?

Jae-Hyun (turns to her, calm eyes):

- No.

(Pause.)

I've already liked a lot of people. I've already pretended to like it. I've already been adored.

But loving someone who doesn't love me for free, who doesn't fall for my tricks...

(Look into her eyes.)

...Only you.

Her heart tightened in a strange way. Vulnerable.

Y/N (low voice):

- I still don't know what to do with it.

Jae-Hyun (smiling):

- Just don't push me ot of bed. It's already too good.

She gave a short chuckle, almost imperceptible. And then turned around, turning her back again.

But this time, she pulled his arm to wrap around his waist.

Y/N (murmuring):

- Just for today.

Jae-Hyun (leaning her face to her back):

- Just for today, then.

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That night, Jae-Hyun slept peacefully.

No acting, no face mask, no theater.

Only him, really.

And Y/N, in the dark, realized that maybe loving wasn't losing control.

Maybe... it would just be to allow someone to stay. Even when you don't understand why.

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The sun was beating through the kitchen window. Jae-Hyun was on his back, humming some romantic song while moving a pot on the stove - clearly not knowing what he was doing, but with the greatest dedication in the world.

Y/N, on the other side of the bench, pretended to touch the cell phone.

But actually... I was looking at him.

In disguise.

From time to time.

More and more.

He wore her old sweatshirt, which was wide on his shoulders, with the sleeve falling. The hair is a little messy. The wooden spoon swinging dangerously.

And he was... laughing alone.

With a genuine smile.

Y/N (thought, angry with yourself):

"No. No, no, no. This wasn't supposed to be happening."

She bit her lip, looked away, tried to focus on anything else.

But it was useless.

Because she remembered every gesture:

- Of the stupid flowers he left in the window vase with notes like "flower number 7 of the day, it surpasses you"

- The way he massaged her forehead when she was stressed without saying anything

- From the day he cried watching a stupid drama and said "true love is rare even for demons, you know?"

And the worst?

She was smiling alone now.

Without realizing it.

Jae-Hyun (turning with the spoon in his hand):

- What are you laughing at?

She widened her eyes.

Y/N (dry, trying to hide):

- From your risotto. It looks like a chemical accident.

Jae-Hyun (putting his hand on his chest, pretending drama):

- That's good. Because it was made with an explosion of love.

Y/N (snorting):

- You're unbearable.

Jae-Hyun (approaching with a crooked smile):

- And even so... you let me stay.

He stood still in front of her, with a little piece of rice on his cheek.

She looked at that, hesitated... and cleaned it with her finger.

Silence.

Their eyes met for too long.

Y/N (low voice, unable to hide more):

- You know, right?

Jae-Hyun (whispering):

- I know what?

Y/N:

- That I'm...

(Smough dry)

...Falling in love with you.

His smile disappeared for a second. Not out of sadness. But by surprise.

Jae-Hyun:

- Are you?

Y/N (lowering the eyes):

- Unfortunately, yes.

And I hate to admit it.

Because you're an idiot. A demon. A glitter addict.

And even so...

She looked back at him, with a vulnerable look for the first time.

Y/N:

- I want you here.

Jae-Hyun (lying his forehead to hers, in a whisper):

- I'm already yours, since the first no you told me.

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They've shared the bed before. They've already hugged each other. They've already slept together.

But today... something has changed.

The looks are longer. The touches, longer.

And the love that grew slowly now pulsates strongly - and wants more than just words.

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The light of the lamp is soft. The room is silent, except for the distant sound of a cicada outside.

She comes out of the bathroom with her hair still damp, wearing a wide T-shirt that belonged to him - something intimate and without pretension, but that in her body turns into something else.

Jae-Hyun is already sitting on the bed, her eyes following her every movement. But this time... no jokes. No jokes. Just an intense look, full of reverence.

Y/N (stoping near the bed):

- Why are you looking at me like that?

Jae-Hyun (low, firm voice):

- Because... I waited for this more than I can admit.

(Pause, eyes fixed on hers.)

And yet... I don't want to do anything you don't want.

She smiles sideways, her heart beating fast - for the delicacy, not for the doubt.

Y/N (sincera):

- I want it.

He approaches slowly. He puts his hand on her face carefully, as if it were made of glass and poetry.

The kiss that begins is calm, gentle... but soon it grows, like a controlled flame that can no longer stand to contain itself.

His hands explore her body without haste - his fingers slide down her waist, go up her back, feel the skin and keep every detail as a precious secret.

She responds with the same intensity: the fingers on the back of his neck, pulling slowly, the bodies approaching, the sighs turning into broken silence.

Her wide T-shirt slides through the body and disappears on the floor.

Jae-Hyun (whispering, between kisses):

- You are more beautiful than any ritual, any dream...

(Pause, eyes fixed.)

...And more real than anything I thought I deserved.

She kisses him urgently.

The skin meets skin.

The touch is slow, but firm.

He's not in a hurry.

She doesn't back down.

The bodies intertwine as if they belonged to each other forever, but only now were they allowed to admit it.

Muffled moans, accelerated breaths, the crumpled sheets telling stories that only they will know.

It wasn't just physical.

It was intimate.

It was delivery.

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After...

Jae-Hyun is lying on her side, watching her already half-asleep face.

He runs his fingers slowly over her collarbone and whispers:

Jae-Hyun:

- I didn't come from heaven. Not even from hell.

I came to stay here... with you.

Y/N (eyes closed, smiling):

- So stay. But shut up a little.

He laughs, kisses her forehead and closes his eyes too - for the first time without fear of dreaming about someone.

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Bonus: Excerpts from Jae-Hyun's routine

1. Cleaning with Korean lunar foam

2. Exfoliation with black sugar from the underworld

3. Iced tonic infused with spiritual rose

4. Fairy tear anti-dark circles ampoule

5. Moisturizing essence with star particles

6. Fabric mask with collagen and glitter

7. Soothing cream with demonic melissa tea

8. Facial massage with jade roll

9. Brigadier (it's not skincare, it's emotional)

10. Shiny soul fixing serum

11. Night cream with dimensional niacinamide

12. Revitalizing mystical mist

13. Self-affirmation in front of the mirror: "You're beautiful, Jae-Hyun."

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Inspiring name in the post of:

@filijester

#anime and manga #anime fanart #anime gif #fat anime #anime #anime art #yandere saja boys x reader #baby saja x reader #romance saja #saja boys #baby saja #kpop demon hunters #kpop demon hunters x reader #kpop x reader #kpop #kpdh x reader

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zulashi-the-writer · 1 day ago

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Hii💗 just came from your polyrujinu fic and absolutely devoured it, I saw that your request are open so I was thinking if you could write another polyrujinu fic but with a reader who has a secret identity 🤭

Like since both of them kept secrets from reader then why don't reader kept secrets from them😏

Honestly, I was thinking of reader being apart of alien stage, possibly a character like luka from alien stage?

And how would they react when they saw reader on stage😳 (I CAN SMELL THE DRAMA) and to not complicate things perhaps when reader is on stage she altered her appearance to be mostly unrecognizable 😚

If this request is overwhelming, you can just ignore this💖 (also would love more of poly rujinu crumbs even if it's not base on this request 🤭)

I'm really sorry I haven't watched Alien Stage🥲 so I hope you don't mind I'm making them apart of a band, which is K/DA

Biggest Fans

Poly Rujinu x Popstar Reader

Summary: when your secret comes out in the most terrible way and your walls come crashing down with the two most people in your life

1st/2nd person pov

"Ain't nobody bringing us down, down, down, down"- POP/STARS I sang into the mic, my mask making my hot breath fan into my face I held my pose as the crowd cheered, I stared out looking at all the band lights smiling underneath the fabric it feels amazing standing here, I relaxed from my pose along with my band mates taking a bow before running off stage peeling my mask off releasing a long awaited breath.

"Huntrix is here" one of our crew squealed making my body tense, my hands quickly rushed to put of the mask making a few mistakes as I watched them approach, Rumi smiled making my heart flutter "you guys were amazing" Zoey squealed rushing to hug all of us, the sudden pressure of her hug making me breathless, we all breathed out a 'thank you' leading them back to our changing room, we did a collab when we were just starting out so it's been a few times were we just hang out but my mask always stays on which they thankfully never question.

We plopped down on the couch with a huff Rumi sitting across from me on her phone most likely texting Jinu about dinner later, my heart jumped hearing my phone buzzed alerting me of a text, I watched her eyes flicker over with curiosity, I pulled it out, the screen switched on displaying her notification with a few hearts next to her name "hey guys I'll be back family calling" I laughed nervously standing up from my spot, walking into the connecting bathroom and shutting the door.

'Hey can I come over after this hangout???' my heart raced as my finger tips hung over the keyboard, I hate having to lie 'I'll be home late I have some new clients coming in for measurements, I have some snacks in the cupboard if your hungry' I typed out only to delete it 'I'm going to be here late tonight how about tomorrow?' I released a shaky breath as I pressed send, my eyes watched the double ticks turn blue, my breath catching as I saw the bubbles pop up and then disappear "everything ok in there" my body jumped and stumbled to catch my phone as it fell from my hands "y-yeah just a minute' I called out straightening up as I caught my phone, I checked one more time but no messages before slipping it back in my pocket.

It wasn't the first time I asked to move plans but they've done it to so she can't be that upset about it, I rolled my shoulders back relaxing them before leaving the bathroom, everyone was already standing by the door "so early" I asked confused Rumi only glanced at me before returning to her bandmate "yeah we got to bounce" Mira murmured her lips curled in a slight smile, we bid our goodbyes before they left.

"You know one of these days you are going to have to tell them" Madison spoke laying a gentle hand on my shoulder as I pulled off the mask, letting it hang loose on my fingers "I know your scared but they love you and I doubt they'd break up with you for being a superstar" she smiled before heading to her makeup chair, I stared at the ground in a daze 'how would it be if I told them' my mind went straight into a negative spiral it always does when it comes to them, I don't want to lose them, I just can't and them knowing I was lying would hurt them.

"Maybe" I murmured drowning out the conversation that continued sitting out the couch staring at my black screen no response or call just silent, it was nerve wrecking my phone dinged with a notification but it wasn't hers I tapped on it and it took me to a Insta live, jinu dancing with the band preforming on of their new songs, my heart fluttered he was just amazing "I'm gonna head out" I said standing up from my spot, I took off my mask and slid it into my pocket along with my phone.

I grabbed the rest of my things and waved everyone goodbye "remember I want the finished melody by tonight" our manager called out but I just waved him off and rushed into our drivers car that was waiting for me, we talked a little as my eyes traveled across the passing buildings watching the billboards switch between us, Huntrix and Saja Boys for the upcoming idol awards I sighed out of frustration throwing my head back against the head rest, this was so frustrating, why can't this be easy.

The car pulled up a hill nearing my small house slowly coming to a holt infront of its quaint garden, the beautiful wild flowers lit up by the small garden lights "goodnight" I smiled at the driver, stepping out of the car my body shivered at the cold night air, I just needed to shower I groaned in delight imagining the hot water racing down my body, I rushed into the house kicking my shoes off greeting the animals as I placed down my things heading straight for my room tearing off my clothes as I went, walking through my bedroom towards the bathroom I switched in the light before stepping into it, I was hit by the cold radiating off of the tiles.

My body quivered as I stepped into the shower turning on the water, a cold squeal leaving my throat as the cold water ran down my body before it started getting warmer, my body relaxed as the water heated up letting my hands ease my stiff muscles, once my body was relaxed I began to wash, combing my shampoo through my hair with my fingers letting the soap suds flow over my body I raised my head closing my eyes lifting my hand to rub my face, I i moved my hands to the tap starting to close it savoring the feeling of warmth till there was nothing left.

I grabbed my towel wrapping it around my body, flicking my hair forward wrapping it up too to dry, I walked into my room jumping onto my plush king sized bed grabbing my laptop bringing it infront of me "the finished melody here I come" I murmured stretching out my arms grabbing my headphones placing them over my ears, turned on my laptop scrolling to my music files watching the melody appear on my screen, pressing play the music was low in the background as I started feeling the beat "Is it really a surprise if I'm playing with your mind? And I treat you like a prize then I throw you to the side? Am I really that bad if I love to make you mad? And get happy when you're sad? Only care about a bag" my voice dwindled as I sung the new lyrics typing them as I go.

"In control That's how I like it and I'm never letting go, na-ah-ah Never had a soul (soul) So you ain't taking nothing from me when you go, na-ah-ah I'll stay so deep inside your brain And take you somewhere far away" - Villains the music continued as the lyrics flowed out my life my eyes closed tight getting into the mood, my eyes scrunched closed as the lights flicked on, the lyrics caught in my throat, I opened my eyes looking towards the door to see Jinu and Rumi there their expressions almost unreadable, I rushed from my spot flicking my headphones from my head cringing as the song started playing on full volume "I-I" I didn't know what to say and quickly turned off the song shutting the laptops lid, I looked towards Rumi seeing her hold herself the look of hurt taking over her face "Rumi i-" I paused watching her throw my mask onto the floor infront of me.

"that yours" she questioned her voice low her eyes not meeting mine, I bent down grabbing it and mumbling a quick 'yeah' "why did you not tell us" she muttered moving uncomfortably on her feet I hated seeing her like this 'rumi' I said stepping forward but she stepped away from me making me holt in my movements I opened my mouth, my words coming out shaking "I don't know why I didn't tell you, I just didn't know how to bring it up now it seemed to late to tell you" jinu just looked between us not knowing what to say.

"you could've told me when we first collabed together or the second or how about the fifth" her voice slowly getting louder with each word leaving her lips "I'm sorry Rumi I really didn't know how to tell you" I said making her sigh and look down towards the ground "is that why you always cancel on us" jinu said his voice cracked like holding back emotions, I sighed heavily running my hands over my face "this isn't how it's supposed to happen" I breathed in frustration.

"let me guess you didn't want us to know" jinu muttered my mouth gaped "jinu you know that's not true" I said but he just shook his head moving out of the door "I think it best we leave so you can focus on your secret life" Rumi murmured following after him, I called out but no response just the sound of the closing door, I stumbled back sitting on the bed my hands gripping the edge of it, my phone dinging with messages, my chest heaving with every breath as I went over the conversation in my head imagining the different why it could've gone.

My body was stiff as I moved my hand to grab my phone, my eyes widening as I read their messages:

Rumi: I just need time to think I'll message you when I'm ready

Jinu: me too

My eyes fluttered as I sent a thumbs up exiting the chat seeing my manager send a message on our group:

Manager: The driver will pick you guys up at eight the plane leave at nine

Madison: los Angeles here we come🥳

Lexie: can't wait🎉

I switched my phone off as the messages kept coming, placing it down on the bed I fell back against the mattress turning away from the device, I don't know how long I laid there just staring off at the wall ignoring the world around me, my eyes finally moved once I heard a meow coming from the door it was my cat toasty sitting his big eyes staring at me "feeding time already" I murmured to him groaning as I slowly got up half my body asleep, I slowly made my way to the kitchen filling up their bowls petting them as they walked past me "I'm gonna miss you guys" I said smiling at them before walking back to my room to pack before bed.

I sat on my suitcase finally closing it 'done' I breathed a sigh of relief pushing it next to the other one, I grabbed my carry on from my bed placing it on my suitcase, I moved to sit on my bed looking at my phone, no notifications from them, I bit my lip contemplating if I should tell them "they did say I mustn't message them, but they do now so it's best that I do" I rolled my eyes at myself "what am I doing" I muttered throwing myself back onto the bed "why do relationships have to be so hard" I looked around my room seeing my lyric book laying on my bedside table, I sat up onto my elbows staring at it.

I moved to grab it, slowly paging through all the songs I've written about them, I've never showed anyone this because it's the most vulnerable I've been, my hands traced the page of the last song reading some lines over and over maybe it's time someone does read it, I ripped a blank page from the back grabbing a pencil and writing a letter to them, telling them I'm on tour, as I was almost done my eyes started to droop shut from exhaustion 'just a little nap' I thought shutting my eyes.

I wake up with the sun in my face, my phone buzzing with calls "shit" I muttered stammering to my feet rushing to get ready, the clothes I threw on look peculiar and wrinkled, brushing my hair till it looks somewhat decent and rushed with my bags to the kitchen to feed the pets "I'll see you guys soon, behave for mrs Morris" I called out rushing out the door waving to mrs Morris as she called out to me from her house, I shoved all my stuff into the boot before joining the girls in the car "dam when did you wake up" Madison laughed "3 minutes ago" I giggled making the others laugh too, my heart pinged with sadness as I remembered last night's events 'can't think about that right now' "we got a show tonight".

The stadium was packed with fans screaming widely as you performed the new song, but only the band and crew can see that you were distracted by something, the dance moves were a bit off and the timings a second too late it was frustrating you, how you couldn't get them off your mind but then you saw it a different fan light your favourite colour and the person holding it was jinu who was smiling and singing along to the lyrics "please give a warm welcome to our surprise guests Huntrix" Madison yelled making the crowd scream louder, I watched Rumi burst onto stage coming right next to me "I'm sorry" she murmured but I didn't care and embraced her "don't do that to me ever again" I whispered "I promise" she smiled as we slowly let go of each other, we performed our collabs while jinu cheered in the crowd I finally was all in with them by my side.

"I love you guys"

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