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iluvsanrio444 · 19 days ago

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‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ I wanted popcorn, not Demons!

chapter one plot: The new movie is now opened in cinemas, Kpop Demon Hunters. As corny as it sounded your younger self would gone rabid. It wouldn’t hurt to watch it, right?

word count -> 6,924

#fluff #comedy #romance #heavily plot based #heavily context based #reincarnation plot

A/N: This took WAY longer than expected since I was stuck on which to pair the reader with, Romance and Mystery. If you saw on my poll, Mystery was already winning by a mile shot so here you lovelies go! Ive made TONS of references the ogs would understand in kpop and tons of modern day slangs. Keep in mind judging by the performance of this chapter, I’ll consider turning this into a series, LMAOO I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!

Waking up on a Saturday with the rare satisfaction of being employed yet completely unbothered. Ever since you got a job, weekends were heaven to you. No urgent deadlines looming, no annoying texts from work; it was finally your day. Being able to lounge about like some slug, zoning out whenever you want, is relaxation at its peak; however, today was different. It was far more than just being a cat sunbathing. Today was a movie premiere, one that caught your eye ever since the trailer: Kpop Demon Hunters. Being a retired hardcore and die-hard K-pop stan from your younger days and now just being a casual listener, it was absolutely a corny title. Nonetheless, younger you would’ve passed out on the spot, being all giddy and kicking your legs. Tugged into nostalgia for a moment, facepalming yourself when a flash occurs. Trying to learn the choreography for Boy In Luv by BTS.. oh Jesus. Not even that; you were literally only 14 years old writing those weird mafia fan fictions of the members on YouTube, especially about Taehyung and JungKook.. A shiver ran down your spine, making you squirm comedically. In a second, you shook your head, trying to get those godawful memories away for now. You grabbed your phone and paced through your contact list, wondering who should go with you? Ah, Mi-Rae. Your primary school best friend, of course, she was the one who was equally as nerdy and weird as you were in the past. She was like your sister, even to her. Tapping on her contact followed along with the ringing dial; eventually, she picked up.

“Ouhh Y/N, what's up?” Her voice echoed. Wait what, echoed?

“Mm, Mi-Rae do you wanna go out today? That new movie we mentioned is in cinemas.”

“Aahh, Kpop Demon Hunters? Sure, I’ll be there in an hour!”

Her voice kept gawking like some crow, confused until you heard what seemed like water.. dripping.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Huh? Oh uh, I'm... I'm on the toilet…”

“Oh for the love of—“

“WOWW—“ click.

A deadpan expression intact at that very second, the dumbass said she was on the toilet; you couldn’t believe this was your best friend, but… then again, she's the reason why you laugh every day. Proceeding to get up from your bed to get ready, a laugh escaped because of that toilet-obsessed dumbass.

As usual, you wore a delicate pink blouse, its fabric whispering softly with each movement, edged with subtle lace that hinted at vintage charm. The neckline was modest yet inviting, adorned with a tiny bow that added a touch of innocence. This was paired with a layered, ruffled skirt; each tier seemed to dance with you as you moved, blending playfulness with elegance. A string of pearls rested gently around your neck, your smooth surfaces contrasting with the textured fabric of your attire, evoking a sense of timeless grace. In your hands, you carried a small pastel bag, its plush exterior and embroidered face whispering secrets of childhood wonder. Looking at the mirror, you smirked to yourself, “I’m baggin’ all the fyne shyts in the screening, he he he.”

An hour passed by, and Mi-Rae came knocking on your door. You were greeted by a smiley best friend who held up two tickets she got. “I got the VIP tickets before it ran out!” You went along with her excitement and laughed with her, interlocking your arms with Mi-Rae when you closed your door behind you two. “Gaja gaja gaja!” A small beep for your door lock code, signalling it was safe for you two to go outside. To be honest, it was a perfect day to go outside; the warm breezes cooled you down from the sunlight's radiance. Both a cold and warm feeling washing over you, making you feel like turning into a puddle. This is the reason why you loathed weekends. Walking to the cinema whilst you and Mi-Rae goofed about, making idiotic theories rewatching the trailer each time, and even fangirling over the members in Saja Boys, especially with Jinu. To be honest, it felt all way too perfect for you; you had a habit of always expecting something weird each time things became too good to be true. As always, you were right. Your gut feeling only grew sensing someone behind you and Mi-Rae, only being able to grasp an over-the-shoulder glance. A remark of a lady with purple hair? You tried to lay it off, but when you arrived at the lobby in the cinema, another glance over your shoulder, and it was the same lady. That purple hair.

“Yah..” you called out to Mi-Rae, who was busy eyeing the menu. “Hm?” Turning her head to you, she took your face as a signal and saw your eyes pacing back and forth at something. Following your swift glances, she took account of that purple-haired lady and met you with an acknowledgement. “Oh, her? I noticed too, girl.”

“Are we just too aware…?”

“Can you blame us? I mean, there's so many people here; she's probably just going to the same screening.”

Your eyes still showed an uncertain look, and Mi-Rae sighed, placing her hand on your forearm that was still interlocked with her opposite arm. “What lady would follow another lady, Y/N? That's just stupid, to be honest. Chill, the fyne shyts are waiting for us!” For a bit you were silent, but then an exhale, “Fine, fine!” You gave her a bright smile and decided to brush it off; it did make sense to you. Arguing with Mi-Rae who tried to get way too many snacks for just a one-hour movie, having to restrain this crazy girl before entering your screening. Sitting down, you took account of your surroundings but were met with disappointment; all the guys here was.. something… to say the very least. Mi-Rae snorted, which quickly made her stop herself in a heartbeat, “You really thought there was going to be fyne shyts here?” You groaned in response whilst grabbing a few popcorn from her holder, “Ugh, god forbid a lady wanted to pull, I guess.” She couldn’t stop cackling at you, “The only huzzes here are in the damn movie, girl.” Mi-Rae and you just started to laugh together, considering it was kinda dumb of you. The name of the movie was Kpop Demon Hunters. What kind of handsome guy would be there instead of fan girls? Your laughter quickly died down trying to shush Mi-Rae as the movie began, filled with excitement that younger you would’ve been ecstatic about.

Watching the credits dial in, the smile you had in the beginning was now wiped into a disbelieving one, Mi-Rae too. For a couple of minutes you couldn’t believe what just happened, and your eyes slowly panned to Mi-Rae who was drenched in tears despite her disbelief facial expression. “Girl…” Mi-Rae turned her head to you, “Girl..”

“What the HELL was that?!”

“Omg, don’t; I’m gonna cry again.”

“JINU JUST HAD TO GET NERFED?”

“Y/N STOPP!” The tears were already striking her cheeks, which just made both of you cry with laughter as you exited the cinema. Now the day started to end since Mi-Rae and you parted ways to your homes; on the way, you bought lavender-scented incense sticks. Tapping in your passcode on your door, a mini tune rang, hinting it was successfully opened. Taking off your heels from the feet heels and putting on your home slippers. Walking to the shelves where you lit the incense sticks, sticking them into an incense stick holder. To your right, your late mother's picture – you paid extra for the vibrant colours instead of the monochrome colour code, and a smile crept to your lips. “I'm home, amma.” You talked briefly about your day to her before sitting yourself down at your desk, thinking about how the others are reacting to the movie. You decided to open your laptop and go on Tumblr.com, typing in the tag: #Kpop demon Hunters and being shown multiple blogs already. You scoffed in disbelief seeing how people are quick with this, scrolling through a bit, and now felt valid for your reaction. Everyone was in distraught from the ending of Jinus death and even made such coping theories about it; however, what made you feel more substantiated was the disappointment about the other Saja Boys screentimes, especially about their potentials to thicken the plot further. You clicked your finger and pointed to the screen, “Exactly! So I wasn’t delusional!” A literal second after, you felt second-hand embarrassment since you quite literally yelled to yourself. Clearing your throat and trying to shake off the awkwardness. Hesitantly now typed in ‘Saja Boys x Reader’ and boom. Almost 30 blogs were already made, and you wanted to cry right then and there. Deprived from the damn directors in the movie, you went into a rabbit hole, reading all the blogs, in other words, fanfiction. At first you thought this was a good way of coping, but it did more bad than good, frustrating you even more to the point where you made your own blog.

‘This movie ROBBED us from the screentimes for the other Saja Boys. We get it, Jinu is the main lead and everything, but what about THEM, like hello, ZoeySetery and MiRomAbby, anyone??’

Pressing enter that published your blog, you went to get a bag of sugared popcorn. Plopping yourself back onto your chair, your eyes widened a bit seeing your monitor. An increasing amount of likes already surged to 26, then 50 and now almost 100? You clicked to see the reblogs and comments, and they too started to increase. A chuckle left your mouth as you leaned back more on your desk munching on your popcorn whilst wearing a proud smile. You were right along, and not to mention being validated. After some time of gawking and fed ego from your blog post, you placed the popcorn bag to the side. Trying to click back from your profile, it wouldn’t work? Clicking it more than you could count, the scent of lavender became more pungent, pinching your nose as it headed to your head, but it only got worse from then on. A flashing white light bangs on your monitor, a static-like void targeting your eyes. You tried shielding your eyes with the hope of your forearms — noticing something strange was happening to your sides. Seeing words… your words, dancing around like some aura, being separated into gibberish. The colours around now being distorted, “What the hell is going on—?!” Your voice shrieked, feeling your entire body getting sucked into something. Just as you can remember what happened beforehand, something landed, landed hard on your temples. That same damn cool tone lighting practically blinding you at this rate, “Jesus, can I take a damn break?!” You tried to say the words out loud, but it only came out as muffles. Your eyes now opening as your pupils differ from dilation or slits, trying to adjust to the lighting. A girl, — a really pretty one.. — was already crouched beside you, worry filling her face. “Y/N, is everything okay? Are you falling back?” The unknown girl helped you up by interlocking her arm with yours. “Where am I?” Who are you??” She just playfully slapped your shoulder softly as if this wasn't the same person who looked at you like you were some murder victim. “We’re auditioning, dumbass. Where else would we be?” Immediately your ears perked up at the word ‘auditioning’. Auditioning? Your eyes finally adjusted to that retina-killing white lighting, now taking in your environment. You're in a completely different room; this isn't your bedroom?! The room was fitted with black padding alongside the iconic brown silk wooden walling and flooring. It was painfully obvious to a dance room.

“What's going to happen?” You asked the girl whilst turning your attention back to her.

Click.

Everything paused. A set of monochrome colour schemes faded to everyone, even the furniture around them. The girl too. It made you jump a bit pulling your arm away from her, “Eugh.” Just then you heard a loud beep sound, definitely not making this more uncanny as it looks like. “System logging in. Succeeded! Y/N has logged in.” Your body darted to all corners of the audition waiting room. “Hello? Who are you? Where am I? Where are YOU?” The hollow, systemic voice ignored all your questions and only responded to the starter. “Hello, Host. You have entered a parallel world. It is based on the movie Kpop Demon Hunters. From now on, you’ll be one of the characters in the female group HuntriX as your name, Y/N.” Your eyes almost popped out of the indents in your bones, the system already preparing itself for a scream of a lifetime, “in…HUNTRIX?!” You barely have the vocals and the talent, let alone the mere strength of those girls. Well, not on their level, certainly not up to Rumi's level! Did this weird system even seen those powerful ladies?! Yet again, the system ignored your shrieks, the pitiful nature of yourself, and continued their dialogue. “You must complete the plotline to return to the real world, your world.” Your eyes dotted around the audit room whilst taking account of your surroundings fully, now considering what you just heard. Looking down, you realised that the white tag K-pop idols wore in your world when rehearsing had your name in bold and large font. “You must meet the following two conditions to complete this story: First, complete all the main quests and survive until the end by helping Huntrix defeat Gwi-Ma. Second, complete the hidden quest; both conditions are crucial.” A small “argh” let out, getting more prolonged as you felt the rising frustration boiling in your body hearing all these conditions. You just wanted to lie on your bed and rot in fanfiction and K-dramas, for God's sake; it was a damn Saturday! Now starting to pace around the audit room, giving scowls to the paused characters around you, the denial feeling tried to reason with yourself, thinking it's all a dream; however, you just fought your thoughts to forget since that weird lady system is here, and you might as well ask tonnes of questions to get back to your world.

“Fine, Fine – tell me, what's the hidden quest about?”

“Revealing the hidden quest will only be shown after you complete the beginner tasks.”

“BEGINNER TASKS?! ARE YOU SHITTING ME?”

“System unanswered, Task one: audition for the 4th member role in Huntrix and pass the audition.”

“4TH MEMBER OF HUNTRIX?! I’D RATHER DIE!”

Boom.

Everything faded to a deepened void, but seconds after, you snapped your eyes open, vision sharpening in an instant. Looking around like some headless chicken until realisation settled in, “Seriously?!”

“System unanswered: Now loading beginner tasks.”

“Three”

“Wait, no!”

“Two”

“I can’t do this System!—”

“One”

“GET ME OUTTT!”

The characters and the pretty girl were now back to life, colour came back in your surroundings, and here you were. Hands grasping your hair, already groaning in vexation, only to feel a hand clutch yours, bringing them down, “Y/N, don’t be so huffy now! You’re quite literally after me, dumbass.” Oh, it was the girl. Trying to act as naturally after being consumed with information you didn’t want in the first place by that godawful lady system. “Oh… yeah.” You tried to sound as normal as possible and waved the girl bye, wishing her good luck before entering the private room. Since she was gone, you took the opportunity to walk about the audit room till a thought raised signals. Do you still look the same? Rushing to the wall filled with a large, consistent mirror, you blinked like a flashing light in shock, your eyes darting around your face, and even your hands shot up to cup your cheeks. “Holy shit…thank you, God.” Turning your face slowly to the left then right, you thanked God. Well... the system gave you an attractive face. You wouldn’t know how the hell you could pass with your original face; those ladies were top-tier visuals, god.

After a while the girl exited quite lively, and ushered, it was your turn on the list; you haven’t even thought of what you were going to do, which just made you cry inside. Closing your eyes in defeat, just accepting your fate as she literally drags you into that private room. You opened your eyes expecting random side characters but instead.. Bobby. Wait, Bobby?! Huntrix Manager was here instead of other judges? Well, it made sense considering Huntrix was a demon hunting group in secrecy, but it never showed on the movie Bobby knew about it. In fact, it just protrayed him being oblivious to their antics and believing the girls excuses. This caught you off guard but you managed to keep your composure; both was silencing to each other until Bobby spoke up, “Which song should we play for your audition?” Fuck. You didn’t think of anything and searched the area in bewilderment until a system message popped up. System is literally god here, huh.. Just like an angelic light is radiating to you, ‘Offer alert! You are able to require vocal support, however this will only work on a specific song. Drowning by WOODZ.’ Just like all the other times you almost cried then and there reading your favourite artist pop up, WOODZ, you placed your hand on the microphone and tapped the accept button. Soon after you cleared your throat before responding now, “I’ll be singing Drowning by Woodz.” You flinched a bit since you forgot to do the bowing, which you did taking into consideration of Bobby's face who had a light scowl. Shit. The instrumental of the song started to play, your hands back on the microphone; almost like magic you were able to ace the song. At first it surprised you trying to get use to it until the halfway mark entered and you were able to do it normally. Your head was rushing of multiple colliding thoughts trying to grasp your head on how the hell this is even working but at least you get to romanticise having a vocal talent. If only some fyne shyts witnessed this right now, you tearfully thought to yourself.

As the song came to an ending of a high bridge, you were greeted with silence and just the sound of you trying to catch your breath. Trembling breaths echoed through the microphone when you looked at Bobby, who had a blank stare. Was that normal? “Thank you, contestant 111, Y/N. Please exit the room and wait for the results.” You stepped back and didnt forget the 90-degree bow all the kpop idols did in your reality which you mentally fist pumped proudly. “Thank you.” With that you exited the private room seeing the girl, at this point, friend with a cheerful smile. Latching her arm around your shoulder asking how it went and wanted to know everything, you too. At least this helped your head in a better space after everything up until this point. It’s been almost an hour and the both of you were louging on the leathered couch just waiting for the results. The private room door flew open and Bobby entered with his bubbly smile reflecting like in the movie, such a girl dad you thought to yourself which made you smile even more.

“Alright ladies! I’ve decided who's going to pass this audition, keep in mind it was highly competitive considering this was short noticed. There will be only one able to pass.”

Hearing this you and the.. characters? Or people, god you didnt care. People ears twitched alongside with yours when they heard only one could pass, signalling everyone’s face no one knew about it which was an external shock even the staffs who were there too to supervise. A long deafening flatline filled the entire audit room, everyone was holding their breath, especially yours. What's going to happen if you fail the first task? Were you going to go through it all over again without the system offer or just.. not go back? Bobbly clicked his pen looking at us individually then writing something down onto his paper holder. He looked at you and everything froze in your perspective, until you saw the bubbly smiling creeping on his lips. Taking a deep exhale out of relief seeing this, it was music rhymes like a baby lullaby, to you hearing him announce, “Contestant 111, Y/N has passed this audition!”

Bobby made you follow him through a hallway filled with iconic kpop groups in this parallel universe, most of them being Huntrix. Over a course of weeks, you were introduced to the members in Huntrix: Rumi, Mira, and Zoey. Even Celina came over to teach you more about Gwi-Ma and the different types of demons, given a choice of wielding a weapon of your own. The choice differed from a bow and arrow, Uchiwa, and a scythe. You being you of course, picked the scythe the moment it was on the options list. Moreover, you were able to get closer to the trio, and they even welcomed you warmly as their own, and you were able to feel a part of it. For a moment, you forgot this was just part of a quest. These people werent real, nor was this world. You just managed to get sucked in by whatever cause you couldn’t find out.

You were in your room, lying on your back whilst twirling the scythe in your hands. It was a pause in this timeline until you flinched back up on your bed hearing Zoey barge in without knocking. “Zoey knock for gods sake!” Mira yelled despite her voice still being flatlined, “Oops, sorryy, Its just— its the first time we’re going out with our new member!” Rumi was the last to enter rolling her eyes light-heartedly, “She has a name, idiot.” You could only laugh seeing the dynamic between the three being awfully similar in the movie, getting up from your bed making your weapon disappear into strings of luminous energy then into thin air. “It’s only been 2 weeks; don’t worry about it Zoey.”

“So we’re going outside? What for?”

Mira and Zoey gave a side glance to Rumi who visibly wore a smile, “Just recovering my throat.” Mira chimed in, “Yeah, some kinda voice juice, which is totally legit by the way Y/N.” “It is legit!” Zoey caught Mira in her sarcastic tone which made her vocalise her snort. “ahh, tag me in then!” Zoey gave a cheer and invovled you into her dragging shenanigans in the elevator, “Gaja, gaja, gaja..!” Similar to how Mi-Rae urged you to go somewhere, it tugged on your heart, softening it by a mile. A growing fondness for Mi-Rae, missing your bestfriend wondering what was going on in your world. The group made its way to the central, which was crowded already, it was only 11am, the trio were confused and even alert by so many people but only you were smirking like a replica of anya. Today was the day you saw the ships start. You knew damn well what was going to happen considering your memory was of an orca. You followed them into the herbal clinic which Mira kept her suspicions up about it not being true. Entering in the same scenes happened, the doctor doing his dumbass I see tactic on Rumi, then Zoey, Mira. But what irked you was now he was doing it to you. “Uhm, why me now old man?” Your eyes flat into a enigmatic face knowing the guy was just fraud, “I see…. I see… I se—“

“Okay you’re embarrassing yourself old man, hurry up we need the damn voice juice.”

“Something..” he fixed his enormous glasses a bit before taking a better look at you, “something hovers over you… like some sort of leader.” Your eyes glanced at the three obviously perplexed, which was reciprocated by the trio. However, you did think for a second, could it be? Was he talking about the system? Ah, who gives a damn? You’re only here to help the trio… and obviously see your ships more! “Ugh hurry the hell up, helloo voice juice?” Mira spoke up in which the doctor agreed. They got the tonic box and exited the clinic, you and zoey both celebrating and Mira smiling as usual to you guys.

“Let’s hope the fans don’t see us—“ Zoey's heart dropped along with Mira, “Fans, Fans!!” They all chanted, hiding behind Rumi and tightening her hoodie, being behind Zoey you couldnt help but giggle, knowing what you were finally going to witness. Your inner fangirl finally completed. As the plot followed through, the shadows of 4 men now coming to life: Baby, Romance, Abby and Mystery. All flipping their hair in union as a backtrack of Love Me Right by EXO plays, a bit taken aback, considering this was ‘real life’, why the hell would a soundtrack play? However, in the midst of it another quest popped up,

“Beginner task 2 has started: Make sure the character Jinu helps up the character Rumi. Task has begun.”

“Wait what-?!” You mumbled to yourself knowing this isn't the plotline, why are you making this more juicy? And how the hell are you supposed to make Jinu help up Rumi when they just met considering now? Panicking you went to Mira side knowing Jinu may be appearing anytime but a warmth traced your skin like you were being watched. Following that feeling your eyes placed on.. Mystery? Wait why was he looking at you, Shouldn't he be looking at Zoe.. You glanced at Zoey and the comical popcorn abs scene already started seeing Abby show off his godmothering lovely build. Back to the damn mission, you snapped back to your reality. You had no time to worry about Mystery staring at you like some unknown ghoul, the hairs still standing up on your arms. You showed no interest to the Saja Boys knowing damn well you were shrieking internally and even fanning yourself a bit, your focus was on Jinu coming out. The task. Mira being the mature one noticed you getting rather focused on the background of these handsome men and before you could even blink again nor Mira pulling you back. Your shoulder tugged onto someone's biceps, and taken aback you lost your balance and fell on your bottom. A wince in pain on your lower back, a scowl ready to argue or insult, or both ready to fight back whoever nudged you. Your attention whipped upward, the irritated face soon turned into a sudden sensation. Looking up, your eyes met with Mystery behind all of that hair on his face, you could tell by one of the hairs separating. Holy shit, you never saw his face in the movie, this felt like a life time finally dying in joy. Mystery looked down on you, his face not peeking any emotion yet his actions said something different, his hand extended out to you. You followed along trying to hold his hand to get up, another system message occured. “Error! Task 2 has been complet—completeddddddd………— error!” You flinched trying to see the system message again but realised you might’ve looked insane trying to see something the others can't see. Just as you were about to hold his hand, Baby came and latched his hand over his shoulder. “Leave her be, dumb girl fell on her own.” Mystery now just stood there like some mannequin, only tilted his head a little to the blue hair, “This human has a small build; it's not her faul—“ Your shoulders dropped in incredulity, suddenly slapping Mysterys hand away, getting up on your own from the ground. He just took his hand back into his other hand, obviously showing his confusion. Baby just snorted like the jerk he is seeing your reaction whilst you gave him and even Mystery a glare, “Nevermind. I don't need your help.” In that moment Mystery had some time to think before speaking; he felt wronged in some kind of way.

“I never meant it like that, huma—“

“Don't be so heroic for her, Myste—“

“Baby shut it.”

“Both of you be quiet!”

Mystery and Baby looked at each other like you just slapped their egos with a flip-flop, from a damn human, hunter. Your mind was too far in the gutters to even pay attention to them nonetheless of that damn error popping out of nowhere when Mystery tried to help you up. Biting on the nails on your thumb your eyes darted around trying to find Jinu but the scene had already passed by, the three girls just staring up at you whilst helping put rumis tonic bags back in the box. “W-what?” You questioned out loud feeling a tingle of uncertainty behind you, Rumi just pointed behind you. Your eyes slowly made its way above your shoulders, but even before you made it there, you saw just purple silver hair still there which made you shriek and fumble away from it. “Jesus christ, what's your problem?!”

Mystery stood there watching down at you clearly displeased with your attitude back then, that jerk baby was already latching onto someone else, Romance. “Watch yourself.” He whispered in a low flat tone which made you scoff, seeing him walk away with the others. “Watch myself? Watch.. yourself you scary ass weirdo!” You shouted hoping it echoed through the alleyway now kneeling down to the others who made fun of those Saja Boys. It made you guys laugh in union but your mind never swept away, that line ‘watch yourself’ was suppose to be for Jinu, Rumis's scene. But… somehow Mystery said that line? Not to mention the error message from system? Isn’t this supposed to be going along with the movie plot? Surely you had no power to change it, youre a mere side character. Someone who just got sucked into this by chance.

“Hey hey!” A beating music perked all of the ladies ears, “What was that?” Zoey was the first to question and the group followed along, going as group creeping behind the wall. “Theyre a boy band?” Rumi declared, like it was the threat of her life, “Let’s take a closer look.” You mentioned, to be honest… you only said that to see that infectious song Soda Pop with your own eyes. If this was your world, the real world, you would’ve gone crazy by now in the crowds. Zoey tightened Rumi's hoodie, which almost choked her to death,

“Zoe— ack!”

“Oh my god, sorry Rumi..!”

“You guys are insufferable…”

“Come on, it’s starting!”

You couldn't help but desperately announce it was beginning, even if you tried to conceal your excitement, the three girls could see right through you. Rumi took as you being competitive, Mira was taken aback and in doubt whilst Zoey was just.. being Zoey. The poor girl thought they were magicians the moment she saw that himbo Abby. Making your way through the crowds, during the performance you tightened your hands into a fist, trying your utmost best in composure not to scream the lyrics along with the boys. Jesus, the last time you did was when haechan, a kpop idol hit sang Faded in my Last Song live on TV and you swore your soul ascended. Although during the performance, you couldn’t suppress your giggles seeing Rumi’s irritated face looking at Jinu who kept teasing her to the brink but they soon found out they were demons, you on the other hand being the half omniscient character played along with them.

“They're... they're demons?”

“Magici-! Oh… yeah, definitely demons.”

“Zoey, how the hell did you not lose your head already?”

“Yah!”

Rumi grunted whilst getting our attention, “They’re stealing the fans, we have to stop this before anything worsens.” She declared with haste as she nudged pass the crowds, Zoey and Mira trying to follow her along. You being short was your perks in being able to push pass easier, already at the front wanting to witness the cutesy scene of Jinu wiping his shoulder smirking at an angry Rumi. Watching this you felt that same awkward sensation at your head like before, your heart beating slower and slower as you tried to find where it was coming from. Your eyes landed on Mystery; him again? Eyebrows now furrowed trying to focus on him without this damn sunlight flash banging your poor retinas, he was definitely looking at you. Again. You swore, his lips then moved, like he was going to say something until a pulsing bass, the system buzzing notification injected your ears, “ERROR: Dialogue Not Recognized. NPC Response Unassigned.” Through the cutting line sound, trying to regain hearing your eyes looked up at him. Not knowing if it was just your head playing games or this damn useless system, but it seemed as Mystery almost tilted his head, his gaze never leaving you as he signed to the crowd his goodbyes along with the other Saja Boys. So instead, he gave you a look, silent and heavy, before turning away. The pink smoke embodied all of the members, but now the system pinged again; fortunately, a softer buzz happened.

“TASK 3 UPDATE: You Are No Longer a Side Character.”

Your breath hitched.

You weren’t just watching anymore nor a support cast. You were part of this plot now.

The group, Saja Boys were now in their top floor apartment. Romance was already beyond tired, hunching his back to its extreme angle that Baby, the most laziest one of out the group look in disgust at the heart pinky. Jinu slapped Romance's back in a swift quick move, “Remember to maintain your posture Romances.” Romance yelped in pain, “Ow Jinu! Jesus, I get it leave my wonderful back alone..” Being the leader, Jinu noticed everything even with members who were eerily quiet, Mystery. He was already upright on the couch scarily, a book opened in his hand as his eyes trailed the strings of words. “Mystery.” Jinu called out, only earning a slight turn of his head to him before looking down on the book. “It’s serious,” Jinu sat down next to him as well as Baby on the other side, sucking on a lollipop with his arm on the back of the couch. Romance and Abby already bickering about god knows what, probably about their abs.

“My abs are so much better, you heart twink.”

“Hah, as if! My abs are way better leaned than you large bimb—“

“Shut it, you two!”

“Ugh..” Jinu pressed his fingers into his temple before looking at Mystery now soon after Romance and Abby quieted down to their shenanigans, “What was that about?” For a bit it seemed Mystery sat still, he was just thinking before he replied, “what do you mean?” He closed the book and left it on his lap, slowly turning his head to Jinu. “That- that girl. The black haired one, you know Mystery! You're the smartest here.” A small “ah” of acknowledgment realising what Jinu was hinting, “her..” he whispered in the same very low tone.

“I was just helping her.”

“Bullshit, you were defending her.” Baby took part in the conversation. “Okay who told you to join in Baby?” Baby rolled his eyes as he circled the lollipop in his mouth, he was kinda right though. “Are you sure you were just helping Mystery? You haven't done that in.. how many decades has it been?” Clearly visible now that Mystery tensed his jaw,

“I bumped into her, and she just had a weak build, so I felt the need to help her up. That’s all there was to it.”

“Mystery-“

“I saw the way you looked at during the performance…!” Romance ooed out mid way arguing with abby, “You can't deny that, afterall my name is Romance— ow, you fucking..!” Abby flicked the abs on Romance and kept flexing his even his biceps at this point. Jinu just sighed as he leaned forward, resting his hands on his knees now, “You can’t really defy that..I mean, we all did kinda see it.” Mystery again sat still, not moving an inch. He himself was trying to figure it out, he never paid attention to any human beings ever since transforming to this human version with himself. He had a flashback, seeing your irritated pride attacked face on the floor made him almost crack a small smile which was a slap to his face. How could a human so small stand their ground like that? It unsettled him more than he wanted to admit. Another flashback to where your sharp voice filled his head, through that alleyway: “Watch myself? Watch.. yourself you scary ass weirdo!” To be honest, he should’ve walked away with the others, but he didn’t. Instead, he looked back, twice, seeing her retreat to help out those members in Huntrix. Was she in that group? A feeling of strange weight pressing against his chest. Why did her defiance sting him like that?

Now doting back to their peformance where he couldn't deny, although he was doing fan-attention— oh fan service, that was what Jinu taught them. His attention kept sparsing to you, taking in the shit eating grin you had as your eyes googled between the purple haired lady and Jinu. Even when the performance ended, he tried to lean in and say something but nothing came out, just muffles. Why? He swore he said something to her just like Jinu did with his shoulder swipe to the purple lady. It felt like he wanted to itch his neck, force his voice outside but met with nothing, yet again with mumbles.

“Mystery?”

No response.

“Mysteryyy..”

Silence.

“MYSTERY!” Abby yelled like some crackhead infront of him. His whole body did a small jump looking around him now seeing the entire group huddled around him. He doesn’t blame them, seeing him act like that to a girl whom hes never even… met, right? Although they were demons that never slept, nor needed to, he knew tonight would be a long depriving one filled of questions from the individuals dumbasses.

After a long afternoon especially with finding out Gwi-Ma launched a demon boy band to break their honmoon, you slouched onto the couch alongside with Mira who let out a loud groan of relaxation. “Couchh…” you both let out with a tired smile. That was soon ended by Zoey and Rumi who appeared behind the two causing you and Mira to jump up a bit. Zoey sat on the circular cushions stool, and Rumi sat on the opposite side couch leg crossed. “We need to kill those demons.” Rumi got straight to the point, “A new song.. for the idol awards.” Zoey brought out the multiple books of lyrics out of nowhere, “Already have 30+ demon insults drafted in these bad boys!” Mira took a glance at the large window walling, “the honmoon is already.. having weak spots from just their existence, guys.” You clenched your fist knowing you were the one to continue the same plot as in the movie but… that task, task 3, no longer a side character? What the hell does that mean? Support more from the background to defeat Gwi-Ma?

“We have until Idol awards, guys; we can do this. Zoey you’re in charge of the lyrics, Mira—

“Make the dances more hotter.“

“Exactly, Rumi stall your voice until then. This is quite literally going to be our last chance, everyone, until some demon apocalypse shit happens.”

In that moment it drawn down to silence, your eyes were on your lap already in the midst of your thoughts until Zoey decided to break it. “Y/N,” your head tilted a bit a small “hm?” as a response until your gaze was on her. Both Rumi and Mira exchanged knowing smirks despite your confusion. For the first time since being sucked into this movie you had no idea what was going on.

“Sooo..” she nudged your shoulder, “Zoey spit it out…”

“That silver hair guy dumbass.” Mira spoke which enlivened Rumi, “Yeah Y/N, what was that about hmm?” All their voices were annoyingly teasing you which just made you denying everything even more aggressively, waving your hand at all those remarks the trio did.

“Did you see the way he looked at you?”

“You can barely see his damn eyes.”

“He literally helped you up!”

“No he was just belittling me, dumbass.”

“All those head tilts in your direction..!!”

“You three are beyond delusional.” You and the three now in a laughing fit. Despite these enjoyable times, your mind never met an ease of calmness ever since weeks ago being reincarnated into this movie. After all these laughs, you made your way to your room. Flooding yourself into putty on your bed, you cuddled one of the pillows close to you. Finally have a peaceful moment to yourself, you thought about back then, with.. Mystery. You never thought he could act like that, seeing how he was portrayed in the movie you thought he just wouldn’t bat an eye to you. You wouldn’t blame him but then again after those interactions? You didn’t know what to think, drifting into a deep sleep.

A pair of yellow eyes glinted from the shadows, watching through the glass door without a sound.

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‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ ‎ I wanted popcorn, not Demons!

chapter two plot: Continuation from chapter one. The new announcement haunts you whilst trying to get some sleep. However, a yellow lint shines across your glass panel doors. Knowing what this could be, or who it could be; you decided to get up and check out the golden glimpse.

word count -> 11,069 (69 😇)

#fluff #comedy #romcom #secondlead #heavily plot based #heavily context based #reincarnation plot #lovendeepspace ref

A/N: This is probably my longest chapter I’ve done, I’m so sorry about the wait but grateful about your patience my lovelies! I’ve decided that there will be a second love interest for Y/N, of course, you gotta find out who it is in this chapter 🤭. Like chapter one I’ve also placed TONSS of references with 3rd gen kpop. Maybe a bit of tiktok humour! As normal, judging by the performance of this chapter, I’ll consider continuing this series! P.S Eyes that Shouldn’t Stay chapter three will come out this week! ENJOY MY LOVELIESS THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS BY THE WAY :3!

Moving subconsciously whilst in your slumber, you couldn’t stop bearing yourself with heavy thoughts. That new system announcement. You’re now part of this plot? You decided to shoot up from your failure sleeping with a loud grunt. Messing up your hair in growing frustration in the middle of the night, god knows how late it was. Your eyes pinched itself, trying to focus into this dark bedroom and furniture around you. To be honest, you just looked dumb, staring at a damn wall the entire time. After a bit, you felt your hairs creep upwards, feeling another sensation that felt awfully familiar back then during the Saja Boys debut performance. Your eyes slowly made its way to your glass panel doors, catching a yellow glimmer for a second. “What the fuck..” you cursed underneath your breath, your shoulders becoming more squared. This wasn’t a damn horror movie, so why the hell was this scaring the shit out of yourself? Taking a deep breath before getting up from your bed, you paced to the glass panels and slid it open. Greeted by the soft breezes in the night, automatically pulling away the sweat beads on your back. Sliding the panel door shut as you forwarded into your balcony, looking left and right, knowing that eerily golden glimpse. You knew for sure that was one of the members demon eyes, you fist pumped yourself again proudly taking your senses on a podium. “Hello?” You spoke up a bit just enough for anyone outside to hear, it was a damn balcony after all, — no ordinary human can even make it here. Hating these moments even in movies, you sighed as the growing twitch in your eyebrows started to become physically prominent.

“It’s one of you weird, demonic, …definitely not handsome… guys, isnt it? Hurry the hell up and—“

“Boo.”

A shriek leaving your mouth as your arm instinctively swiftly pulled itself to a quick blow to whoever the hell said that. Even your eyes were close for a second, but a growing smirk since you realised you could just come back alive if all things went a wrong way. Learning that the hard way… “Which one are you?!” Hearing a small growl, “Ow.. shibal.. fucking humans.” The voice was hoarse even a deepened tone, gaining a jaw drop, knowing that specific voice. “Baby?!” He walked out of the night shadows with a scowl still reminded of the punch you landed on his shoulder, “Surprise, you’re not that dumb.” His voice was a flat tone, obviously being sarcastic judging how his hands went up creating an imaginary rainbow. Immediately, the thin rays of luminous strings channeled by your energy, your scythe now making into shape. The ground on your balcony plunged a small crack from the impact of your lunge towards the blue haired man, already aiming at his neck. “Woah woah! Calm down human!” He reacted fumbling backwards just in time before getting his head sliced off by the hook of your scythe. His eyes popping to the edges of your scythe then to you.

“Why’re you here? Urgh, you of all those demonic guys.”

“You’re even more bitchy than me.”

“Dont ignore my question, fuckface.”

“wh.. what? FUCKFACE?!”

“Aah.. new word for you to learn, gramps.”

By just his finger, he swept the hook of your scythe away from his neck and took slow strides to you. Each time you quickly retreated your scythe to his neck with a grunt, trying to figure out what the hell he was going to do. In an obvious dilemma if you needed to kill him or not, figuring it’ll disturb the plot even more considering now you’re a character in this. A significant one at that. A loud groan as you stabilised the scythe near you, you never noticed how close he was getting, strangely until your back hit the glassed railings. Staggering your breath looking back and back to him, “What the hell do you want?!” Your neck had to snap almost completely up, — your breath hitched. He tilted his head a bit more downwards making sure you heard his low tone.

“Aren’t you curious where your so called leader is?”

You narrowed your eyes at his question, “She’s asleep, where else should she be?”

“For the love of Gwi-Ma, you humans can be so idiotic.” he sighed, taking a step back.

Now being alert, trying to figure out why Rumi was being mentioned. Let alone from him? Baby?! Keeping in mind how late it was into the night. You grasped your scythe again and pressed your scythe back to his neck as your glare sharpened enough to cut him if your blade doesn’t. “Unless you want to be a message in two halves, speak.” Yet again, Baby placed a hand on the blade, lowering it down. “First of all, take that blade of yours away.” You scoffed and edged it back upwards, “Why would I, delivery demon boy?” He bared his fangs clearly getting agitated, his body froze for a bit before responding. Jesus christ you were internally fanning yourself, you didn’t think Baby’s half demon form was this god damn attractive, concealing your squeals remembering one of the Baby edits viral rapping line in Your Idol ending scene. You shook your head out of the gutters and took in that signal of his gaze that were shaking left and right. Before you could realise, he already pushed your scythe away and grabbed your wrist. Internally you cried out loud, so much for this damn demon hunter training.

‘System, you could’ve given me some damn strength!’ In that moment, a system message popped up, “System unanswered, focus on the plot.” ‘KILL YOURSELF SYSTEM!’ you screamed inside, trying your best not to edge yourself to crash out, especially infront of Baby.

“What the fuck, get your hands off—!”

“You talk so damn much, tiny lady.”

With that he pressed his hands onto your mouth, his demonic presence flashing a bit, — taking in account of his claws poking at your cheeks a couple of times. Multiple small grunts left, trying to detach his hand away from your mouth. However, suddenly you felt your feet lift? Your arms were now flailing as well as your feet. Now feeling airy, your eyes reacting by looking down, seeing the lit buildings around you. A birds eye view. Your panic now rising, fumbling around his grip as your shrieks became more louder, being carried like a misbehaving cat in Baby’s arms. As a result, even the flock of birds wanted no part in this like they sensed your suffering. A comical crying face written on your face, which made Baby snort at you like this was some casual midnight Uber ride. Your eyes twitched at the sound, ears perking up hearing that bastard laugh and shot a piercing glare at this twink. It was a miracle your eyeballs didn’t ignite. And still, that smug bastard just kept flying. He looked down at you and decided to pull his hand away from your mouth, considering no one can hear you both. Clearly deciding that whatever noise you made at this point was his problem later. Big mistake. The moment he did, you went into a screaming fit.

“Cant you just fucking teleport?! Why the hell are we flying? The hell is this budget emirates airline!”

“Well—“

“Are you taking the damn piss you wingless bastard?!!”

“If you just let me speak for a SECOND lady—“

“PUT. ME. DOWN!!”

Each syllable was a scream towards whatever god in this sucked in world, punctuated by your wild movements even wrapping your arms around his head. The screech could’ve summoned a storm if you could in the first place.

“Eomma, what is that? A bird?” A kid sucked on his lollipop whilst pointing at the sky. “What do you mean my dear so—“ His mother followed where his finger pointed, a loud gasp. Her hand forced her son to look back down and kept walking away from what the hell she saw. Back up there, you were still frantically screaming. Baby’s jaw twitched like he was counting backwards from ten in five different demon dialects, suppressing his rising exasperation towards you.

“You know, for someone who’s allegedly trained to fight literal hellspawn, you’re really giving damsel in distress right now, or whatever you humans call it.”

“I didn’t sign up to be flown to god knows where!”

Baby scoffed, his grip adjusting slightly under your thighs like you were an oversized shopping bag, “Quite the demon hunter.” He remarked sarcastically, prolonging each syllable. Your head snapped down to his as your arms latched around his neck, one ontop of his head, “I’m two seconds away from going full Final Destination on your ass. If I die, you’re coming with me, you smug airborne roach!” Baby tilted his head, clearly confused from your references but shrugged it off. He already thought you were weird enough, even back there in the alleyway. Now he knows for sure you’re just odd. Your knees clumsily knocked against his ribs softly as you repositioned yourself in his grip like an angry, swearing koala. A particularly unstable one infact. Your eyes darted down again, everything looked like some kind of YouTube thumbnail. Thanking god he wasn’t that high till the point people looked like ants to you. By this point, you weren’t even scared anymore—you were offended.

“Seriously? Why the hell are we just flying when.. I dont know, YOU CAN TELEPORT MAYB’?!”

“I’m tired from keeping this damn human appearance, you little nuisanc—!” Baby’s eye twitched slightly, a huff leaving his scowling fanged mouth. “You’re lucky you’re not plummeting right now.” You could’ve sworn you growled at his response, mentally taking note of their energy levels at nights if Baby was tired from their formation.

“I swear I’ll turn into a demon and piss you off everywhere, just like that ugly ass Gwi-Ma!”

There was a pause. A long one.

You stared into each other’s eyes mid-flight. Biting your bottom lip slightly, realising what you just said. For a second, you forgot these demons,— the Saja Boys are practically haunted and manipulated like that. Gwi-Ma’s big mouth. “ ‘m sorry I never meant it like that.” Baby stared at you in silence, his jaw tensing a bit. Looking back to back around your face before rolling his eyes with a loud sigh. “I hate this timeline,” he muttered under his breath. They’re just characters, why the hell should you care if you hurt their feelings? Especially to one of the demons.. the adorable one… low pitch voice… viral rapping edit scene—! Your body jumped a bit, composing yourself before drooling in front of this jerk. “When are we arriving for gods sake?! Can you hurry up, I’m tired!”

A beat passed.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he tilted slightly forward obviously aiming at a rooftop, suspiciously fast… way too fast. Your eyes widened. “Wait. WAIT. That wasn’t an invitation! — Don’t fly faster, you bastard!” A laugh pitched your ears as your head snapped to him, a genuine laugh. His eyes up turned whilst his fangs are visibly shown, the wind dancing along with his teal hair. For a moment, everything really had paused, taking in this rare glimpse of him. This side was never shown in the movie, it baffled you yet again. Did the directors really make him like this? It made you think more deeper, all of these characters. All of this. They all have their own unique personalities, backstories, and behaviours. Briefly, — just briefly, you considered these characters, people. Actual people. In a heartbeat, you were slapped by the sudden pause in the fast paced action, almost falling off his grip which he had tighten his grip under your thighs. You were about to scream since you were so close to the rooftop borders, shutting your eyes, waiting for some kind of impact. Despite all of the precautions, you felt a hand over your mouth again, concealing your scream. Not again, you thought to yourself. Blinking your eyes open, you shoved his hand away in vexation. Your mouth opened to nag this bastard away but you heard people talking, — Rumi talking. Slowly panning your head away from his smug looking ass face, your head then peeked out of the rooftop border. Almost sparkling night light city in your eyes, witnessing the two main leads actually main leading! Jinu and Rumi were talking casually, Rumi of course trying to understand demons more considering her secret.

“So that’s why you asked about our ‘leaders’…” you whispered, crouching lower instinctively as if they could see you from four floors up—like this was some kind of drama stakeout. Rumi’s brows were furrowed in that classic heroine concern expression, her lips moving softly but firm, too far to hear, but you knew that voice. She was obviously doing her ‘understand the misunderstood demon troop’ thing, and Jinu, for once, didn’t look like he wanted to vaporise someone. That weirdly neutral face? That was character development. You could feel it. The ship was shipping, finally. It took everything in you not to slap Baby’s shoulder and squeal just like in your world, witnessing something so Kdrama like with your own eyes. In real time, not to mention! God if only men were like this in your reality.

Baby leaned behind you and peered over your shoulder, his whisper right against your flushed ears now. “What d’ you think they’re talking about?” Your whole body twitched and you lost your balance, concealing a muffled yelp until a pair of hands gripped onto your waist, stabilising you. “Can you be anymore creepy?!” You whispered shouted in a low tone as your head turned to him now, not realising how he had just saved you from getting caught by the situationship below. Until it deepened into your head, you looked down then back up at him. A long pause between you two. One that held an underlying tension. Thickening every second the more you held eye contact. Baby’s eyes never left yours — more in a perplexed way feeling something heave on his chest. “Aish..” you backed away from him causing his hands to become empty again, “they’re obviously just talking about demonic shit like you.” Your voice stammered a little, trying to not lose face infront of him. Placing a strand of hair behind your ears, you peered over the rooftop barriers yet again. Finally, this plot is getting to the juicy part of the movie. It felt like a timeless lifetime in this world, feeling some sort of built up attachment with these characters. “Oh my god, they’re actually really adorable..” your thoughts muttered underneath your breath out loud. Baby just hummed before leaning back away from the rooftop barrier, “Did you forget? You’re the hunters, you hunt us. Not.. do whatever that is.” Your head turned to him and eyes pacing up and down. “So? Doesn’t mean the two can have feelings for each other; look at them.” You took a deep exhale and rolled your eyes, facing your body to him now, “Not everything gotta be about that dickhead, Gwi-Ma. That’s why the golden honmoon exists in the first place.” Hearing this, Baby grip on his forearms tightened, and before he can shoot back at you, a slight pink foam scented appeared from the sides. You tripped your way out of reach of the smoke, trying to decipher who it was now. The iconic hot pink smoke that anyone — well, people like you, would know it’s one of the Saja Boys.

“Baby, Abby is asking where you put the—..” his voice trailed off, seeing you now. Widened eyes like some surprised racoon struggling around rubbish. “Mystery?!” you hissed like his name was a slur. A full-on cartoon sighed into your palm, out of everyone Baby AND Mystery? Both the ships for Zoey? You tried to hide behind a strand of hair like it was an invisibility cloak, mentally shrinking into yourself whilst inching your face away from him. Baby raised an eyebrow seeing you, clearly still confused by your odd behaviour. However, judging by Mysterys conversation with Jinu and Romance gracefully butting in, maybe it was because of that. Baby’s head tilted toward you slowly, — trying to study the odd behaviour you skill fully portrayed. “Okay why the hell is she acting all weird after we just had that conversation, Mystery.” You glanced sideways at him, panic blooming, “Conversation..?” Internally you practically begged system to at least give your pitiful self some hint, what conversation did they have? If only those damn directors gave these members more screentimes, cursing those creators crazily. Mystery looked at you, then back at Baby, his tone flat, “Don’t mention it outside.” Taking a step closer to Baby whilst panning his head down to him, “Especially in front of her.” Baby stood his ground, taking a pause giving Mystery the same glare he gave to him. He glanced away with a lazy sigh. You gave a look to the both, sensing the tension between the two. This was bad— no.. terrible! Well, for you that is… A problem in the plot line, and you for sure, weren’t going to have any dumbass fights disrupting the plot pace, — just wanting to go back to your world. You glared between the two of them, practically vibrating with secondhand embarrassment.

“You both are better off as handsome fictional men..” muttered underneath your breath, “kinda like Rafayel ‘n Xavier..” You placed your cheek on one of your palms now, wondering how long it had passed in your world. “My daily log ins… event banners..” you sorrowfully whispered to yourself.

“Fictional?”

“I— what..? Who the hell is Rafayel?”

“Huh? What’re you two on abou—…”

Mystery pointed to him and then Baby, “You called us hot fictional me—“ A guttural sound rumbled from your chest, almost flying to him to shut him up with your hand. Your hand now latched onto his mouth whilst giving a side ways glare to Baby, “FIGURATIVELY! You know — like, something stupid.” Baby coughed — definitely hiding a snigger,

“so… calling us stupidly handsome?”

“Well— I never said that be quiet, stop tryna twist my words!”

“Did you hear it too Mystery?” Baby looked at Mystery who gave him a slow nod whilst in a daze between your hand on his lips, or you just complimenting him. And Baby, he guessed.. “NO—no, no, no— I meant it metaphorically you old bastards, you’re not even from this timeline! You wouldn’t get what I meant by a milestone.” you blurted, voice climbing higher than you wanted. The second your voice became higher, you clasped a hand to your mouth and peered over the rooftop border. Your eyes blew wide since Rumi and Jinu had long left, parting ways to their residents places. Mystery and Baby followed your actions and the three of you were looking at each other, you were trying to find a solution to not be caught. All together. “I’m going.” A splur out of the random words that jumbled in your head, your eye bags running deeper now as the late night settled in. To be honest, you didn’t have any energy after those screaming fits you were forced into, not realising your eyes glimmered to Baby in hopes of something — something Mystery felt a heavy pit in his stomach about. His eyes stayed on you. Baby raised a brow, clearly amused at your crumbling attempt to convince him. “Oh for sure, I am not carrying your whiney ass again.”

“Did I even ask you?”

“No, but you were looking at me,” his shit ass grin grew more wider, “like some puppy by the wa— ow!”

You pinched his forearm just enough to earn that proud ‘ow.’ “I would’ve murdered you already if it weren’t for that 400 years old bastard.” It was enough for the night, since Baby had already gave in; leaving first with a swept of that pink smoke. Now it was just you and Mystery, your head turned to him now and already kept in the eye contact. Mystery had been looking at you the entire time, the entire time of Baby and your bickering. Feeling a bit cumbersome, trying to depict any movement or at least emotions but those large bangs were in the way. Struggling to even maintain any eye contact behind his bangs, your gaze averted from his. Mystery wasn’t one with his words but rather actions, it seemed like he was on a pause thinking what to do. As you averted your eyes, something shifted. The faint breeze made his bangs flutter slightly, just enough to catch the gleam in his eye. And finally, after that long pause, his voice came — low, almost too quiet.

“You shouldn’t look at anyone like that.”

Your gaze snapped up to him, caught off guard. “Says you.”

His eyes flicked toward the rooftop edge — where Baby had vanished — then slowly back to you.

“You noticed?

“Am I not suppose to?”

A beat passed.

At this point, you were fighting yourself not to just pack it up and leave due the awkwardness, it kept hanging over you. “Uhm.. I always noticed you, even back there— your performance I mean.” You didn’t understand it much but your eyes went back to his, the eyes hidden behind his bangs. Mystery had his head tilted downwards to you. A weighted silence pressed down between the both of you until Mystery spoken up, his tone softer than his usual flattened one. “You should head back.” A low ‘ah’ noise since you realised what he was hinting to, Rumi was already making her way back to their company building. You chuckled under your breath, but the sound felt too warm — unsettling the odd little pull in your heart. He was already worrying about getting caught, for you. “No worries, I’ll be going.” Your voice was low and gentle, enough to not shaken the night breeze. You hadn’t notice considering his large curtains, but Mystery eyes had shaken slightly. He didn’t want it to end like that, — like this? His eyes darted back and forward seeing your figure now at the ledge of the rooftop, about to exit now. His head was filled off clean cut jumbled thoughts, till he thought of doing something that even his members would drop dead in shock; especially Romance.

Just as you were about to jump off the rooftop, you felt a sharp grip on your wrist, causing you to falter back onto the floor. “Huh?” Escaped from your mouth whilst Mystery noticed he was gripping quite hard, like he didn’t want to leave not just yet. It left a faint ache blooming in his chest, one that he wasn’t aware of nor would he ever think of feeling again as a demon now. He took his hand away in a heartbeat and stood their in his concealed nervousness, to you it just seemed intimidating. You looked around trying to notice any system message pop ups but… nothing?

“What’s wrong? Mystery?”

“I’ll help you back. Not to get caught— I mean.”

“Hold on wha—“

“Come on…” Mystery replied dryly, almost as if to himself. But then his gaze met yours again, one of his hands now extended out; clearly welcoming you in. You blinked at his outstretched hand. It wasn’t like Baby’s earlier gesture — cocky, playful, born from a place of instinctual charm. No, this one was hesitant. Awkward even. The kind of gesture someone doesn’t quite know why they’re making, just that they need to. God just seconds ago you were cursing the director for his characterisation but jesus christ, this was practically making you kick your feet. Who knew Mystery could be this damn adorably delicate. Your lips parted, ready to say something, — anything — but the words tangled in your throat. Your heart skipped once, maybe twice, unsure if it was from the tension or the fact this was Mystery. You could’ve sworn the soul you had back in your world were already slamming your desk, squealing, swaying its feet. All those years in being single, maybe it was worth it…

“Do I just..?” You walked to where his hand were welcomed to you. As soon as you aligned with his hand, he grasped onto your waist, earning a yelp from you. “H-hold on, we aren’t flying again are we—?!” Your guts were right, feeling the same air lift from your feet, Mystery was infact lifting off. “Wait, wait, wait! Mystery!” The same increasing fear back with Baby startled you yet again. Immediately out of instincts, your hands latched around his neck, close enough to nuzzle your face onto his neck. Mystery looked down from the underside of his bangs, his lips slightly upturning. “Look down.” His monotone threaded softly into your ear, lips grazing the curve with the lightest touch. Your shoulders curled up with a shiver, caught off guard by the sudden rush of something you couldn’t name. That command alone you followed, glancing down. You were only a couple feet up and not till the point where the city lights came out of a birds point of view. “Ah!” You gently slapped his shoulder enough to emphasise your second hand embarrassment, “What’s all this for? Are you playing with me ouh? Did seeing me scream with Baby make you happy ouh?!”

“Mhm.”

“Is this some—, wait what? Did you just.. mhm—?!”

“Mh.”

“Is this a joke to you?!”

“Mhm.”

“Yah!!” you screeched, pulling back just enough to look at him — not that it helped, considering his damn bangs were still in the way. Mystery tilted his head slightly, lips twitching in a way that might've been a smirk… or maybe you were just seeing things. You could’ve sworn he sneered, just slightly before engulfing both of you in the pink smoke, teleporting onto your balcony again. You stumbled the second your feet hit solid ground, nearly collapsing forward if Mystery hadn’t steadied you again by the waist. “Okay,” you gasped, one hand to your forehead, “I never knew you can joke around.” You looked up at him whilst his hand pulled away from your waist, tilting his head down to you. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.” You gave him a smile, one that sparked reassurance, “I was just joking around.” Waving your hand about as the other rested on your hip. His eyes shifted, the tiniest flick of emotion swimming behind that usual flat stare. “Even if you were joking,” he murmured, voice almost swallowed by the night breeze. “You looked… tired. Wanted to cheer you up.”

There was a pause—longer than necessary. The breeze played with the hem of your shirt, taking in what he just responded. It was like he’s been watching you the whole time and this was the only way he knew how to say… he noticed, even the littlest details. Was this normal for him? Did he do this with everyone? System… why’re they dragging you in this plot..? “Well, thank you for all of that.” You awkwardly thanked him, holding your forearm with peeking nervousness taking over the emotions rising in your chest. He just gave a small nod, so slight it could’ve been mistaken for the wind shifting his posture. His bangs fluttered as he raised his chin slightly, just enough for you to see the faintest pull at the corner of his lips.

Before you could go inside, the glass panel doors mid way open; you felt it again, his presence close behind you. Not quite touching. Just hovering there over you. Again similar to where he gave the same hints during their performance earlier this morning. Sensing this, you looked over your shoulder, seeing him tower over you now, — almost backing you to the panel door. “You did good with all the flying.. also with Baby,” he said quietly. “...Even if you screamed like a water demon.” You let out a tiny scoff, but your smile betrayed you. “You’re so lucky you’re handsome under all that hair.” He tilted his head, those bangs still casting shadows over his face. “...So you do think I’m handsome.” You froze, your breath hitched in your throat, now realising what you’d just said. A small grunt left your mouth almost making the panel have its own wings by how fast you opened it enough. Then slamming the door shut between the two of you with a yelp of, “Good night!”

From the other side, Mystery held a smile now, not the ones for performance, the ones where he felt a surge of emotions in him, — clear as day.

You leaned against the closed door, heart thundering like it had just finished a full stadium encore. Pressing your palm to your chest, you let out a slow, shaky breath.

“Okay,” you muttered to yourself, “so that happened...aish.” Sliding down to sit on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, you stared at the darkened room before you.

Nothing stirred.

No system messages.

No glowing notifications.

No smug narrator popping in to mock your choices.

Just silence.

“Why’d he say it like that?” you whispered to no one just yourself, mimicking Mystery’s voice with exaggerated monotone. ‘You do think I’m handsome.’ It replied in your head multiple times, all you could do is let out a prolonged groan, burying your face in your knees. “I do. I do think he’s handsome. If only those fat ass bangs just— left his face god damn it! What the hell did Zoey see at the last ending?!” Your fingers curled into your sleeves. A part of you still felt the ghost of his hand on your waist, the way he held you like he wasn’t used to touching people — gentle, hesitant, but grounding. You shouldn’t be interfering with this, Mystery was supposed to be all… that with Zoey, not you? Why isn’t System telling you anything? Is this too much? That voice, brushing past your ear like a spell that hadn’t worn off yet. Just as you were questioning System, a loud beep appeared infront of you. Gaining your attention immediately as you narrowed your eyes, reading what the notification said, “Beginner Task Three: Please make way to the Saja Boys residency and destroy the Sigil Markings Jinu has been repairing, The Graven Halo.” Your eyes almost blew out, flickering everywhere whilst straightening your back, “What do you mean? System, this wasn’t anywhere in the movie nor even mentioned. What does it even do?”

“System answered.”

“Oh, wow, FINALLY YOU ANSWER MY QUESTIONS?!”

“Loading answer: The Graven Halo, it lures demons through large shreddings in the honmoon, resulting in heres of faceless anathemas roaming around. Essentially, sucking souls much easier to their Demon King, Gwi-Ma.”

“Jesus christ… this was a kids movie, what the hell director.” You pulled a loose skin on your lip whilst thinking out loud. Thinking to yourself how dumbfounded the audience would be if they really did see these scenes your dumbass was sucked in.

“Beginner Task Three will begin in three.”

“Wait, wait!! Where are they hiding it?!”

“Two.”

“At least help me about this damn unknown Sigi—“

“One.”

“Fucking System, System, System..!” Each word you punched at your pillow, screaming in silence ensuring the others don’t wake up. Huffing as you placed your shoes on, tying up the shoe laces to go out. An arrow symbol appeared over your head, your face fell into a deadpan knowing it a direction route. “Are you kidding me? Thats all? A damn arrow.” You sighed as you sneaked to the living room then the elevator, pressing the ‘G’ ground floor, ‘great..’ you thought to yourself. After a while of sneaking around the neighbourhood, you arrived at their apartment complex, out of everywhere; Gangnam? Seriously? These apartments cost a damn living in the real world so you wondered if their expenses align with each other. How the hell were you supposed to sneak in their resident if they live in these apartment complexes? Your eyes drifted upward and saw the route arrow pointing at one of the apartments, highlighting their row and column specifically. Looking around the area, people were already out probably going to nearby clubs or drinking areas so you went to the side of the building where no one can really see you, the building itself was covering you. Grabbing onto each railing, you lifted yourself separately until you were close enough. A small powerful push with your arms and you landed on their balcony railings. Tilting your head upwards, you saw one of their windows opened ajar with that, you entered through there.

As your feet hit the apartment floor with a soft thud, you froze, not because you were caught the second you entered, however it was because the room was… weirdly silent. Almost too silent for a place that should be hiding this damn sigil, especially when its atribute was luring faceless anathemas. Not even that, you knew for sure the Saja Boys, at least one of them had to be a messy living? You tiptoed in as your eyes were scanning the space.

No light. Just the hallway lights turned on.

Faint chatting with the guys, probably in the living room.

No music. Just… Abbys obnoxiously loud laughters… jesus can he be quiet?

Your steps were featherlight as you crept through the sleek apartment interior. It was way too clean… Suspiciously clean. These boys lived here? Five guys, five men lived here for heavens sake. It irked you even more that at least not even a piling of clothing was anywhere. You couldn't even keep your own room in the real world this tidy for more than twelve hours, how can demons, literal fictional demons keep it this clean? “System,” you whispered harshly. “I beg of you where’s the damn sigil?” Hoping to the gods System actually provided help, even clasping your hands together in hopes of any sort of aid. Thats when you heard another beep, flashing in front of you, glowing faint blue: Right then and there, you wanted to cry from relief, actually getting help.

“Sigil Location: 3rd room, left hallway, beneath mirrored floor panel. Graven Halo currently in dormant state.”

“Wh-what? Beneath a fucking floor panel?! It is not that deep bro.”

“System answered, it is that deep… b r o.”

“Did you just—?!”

You snickered at System trying to answer your constant compliments and even trying to give similar responses to your slang. Going back to the task, you crouched down slowly as you turned into the hallway, your heart thumping. You passed a couple doors before reaching the third. Getting jumpscared hearing Romance declare some dumbass love loudly, your fists balled up and shaking left and right.

“The main leads finally kissed! I told you all, me, Romance! The awfully gorgeous sexy demo— ow!” A thud of probably Jinu slapping his poor back again, “Sit down, I’m trying to watch.” Baby popped the 12th lollipop in his mouth, “This is why we never take your pinky ass serious.” Jinu shot a glare at Baby who mockingly put his hands up in defeat, “Mind your language for gods sake, whose teaching him these insults?!” They all pointed to Mystery who had a book yet again on his lap. Silently nodding his head, “It’s nowadays vocabulary..” his voice faded into a low tone, “I learned it from somebody…” Romance glanced at Baby since he knew Baby had gone out before Mystery. Abby and Jinu gave a look to each other knowingly by this ‘somebody.’

“Who’s this somebody Mystery?..”

“Someone.”

“Why did it take you so long to come back.” Romance cooed.

“I was tired. Flying back exerts less energy than just teleporting.”

“Oh yeah? Then where was Baby when I told you to ask him about where the hot sauce was?” Abby leaned back onto the couch and latched his muscular arms over Mysterys shoulder, tensing as normal. Mystery side eyed which Baby felt the tension of his beady eyes, who straightened his back, “I was just walking around, taking in how much our world changed.” Mystery narrowed his eyes understanding where Baby was headed to, “We were talking a bit. Our past.” Romance being the dumbass yet probably the most observant in his own way now pointed to Jinu, “So where were you?”

“Oh me? I— I.. Gwi-Ma dragged me again, talking about our mission.”

“Ohh really? Then… why did it take you ever so long hm?”

“Well, it was impo—.”

“Gwi-Ma doesn’t like long conversations, Jinu.” Romance hummed his name whilst twirling a hair in his finger, his smirk growing more wider. Mystery and Baby gave a glance to each other, both knowing why and who also knew but decided to keep shut. They couldn’t dig their own grave more for someone else. “Like I was saying, it was important. Can we just focus on the movie?” Jinu groaned in frustration, his tone being slightly higher than normal. Placing a hand on his forehead whilst looking back at the TV. “Whatever you say, our dear leader-nim.” Abby chimed in and played the movie again. They were obviously studying human behaviours to manipulate their fans even more.

You felt like a fly on a wall, listening on their conversation which made you jump a little. It felt like the extra scenes the director never put in, feeling special you were even able to listen that much. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being sucked in her—

Bleep.

“Please focus on Task 3 progression, host Y/N.”

Nevermind…

Going back to the task as told, carefully you opened the door, and there it was. A mirrored floor that shimmered faintly, reflecting the moonlight from the half-covered windows. You crept into the room, then dropping to your knees whilst feeling around the edges of the glass-like surface. “Beneath,” you muttered, fingers tapping against the sleek material. “Beneath what? Ah—!” You found it. A slight crevice on the flooring. Pulling it gently, the panel was able to be lifted, silencing the creeks enough, you thanked god the idiots where watching a movie. It revealed itself of what looked like an etched symbol, glowing faint gold, deep into the flooring. The lines twisted like claws or thorns, surrounding a central eye motif that made your stomach twist. The Graven Halo. “System,” a glowing empty message box appeared, “How am I suppose to destroy it? My hands…?”

Bleep.

Words started to appear on the empty message box, reading, “Use: Beginner-Grade Demonbane Powder. Accept or Decline.” You ticked the accept button which you obtained in a small pouch, opening it to reveal the golden powder. “Alright,” you breathed, sprinkling the powder on The Graven Halo. “Please work.” As soon as the powder hit the sigil, the reaction was immediate. The gold glow dimmed, and the lines began to twist in agony. Suddenly igniting in flames which made you panic, blowing it away and even stepping on it in the most weirdest crouching position forced upon yourself. Thankfully, the mirrored panel pulsed its energy once, then went dead alongside with the flames. You blinked. “That’s it? That was... kind of anti-climactic, aside from the annoying fire.” Before you could stand fully—

Click.

A door down the hall opened then closed.

Footsteps. Bunch of footsteps. Irregular.

Your heart launched into your throat. You scrambled to shut the panel, blowing away any powder traces, even trying to put some inside in the pouch again. Now opening a nearby closet at the corner, swiftly yet silently entering it. A slight slit allowing you to peek through who and what was going on, just as the door to the room opened. Your breath was caught somewhere between your lungs and your brain, which were fully shut down at this point. Your back was pressed against the closet wall, you couldn’t stop yourself by peeking through the narrow slit of the door.

Soft steps of multiple footsteps, no way.. there’s really no way… you wanted to die on spot.

It wasn’t only a pair of slippers thudding gently, — it was multiple.

The entire group.

You closed your eyes cursing yourself mentally, just wanting to wither away. You didn’t even swallow, short and silent breaths were the only way to go. Just in case, you even used both your hands over your mouth, having more control in your breathing through your nose. Your body went rigid with your limbs crammed between old hangers, half-dusted jackets, and the overwhelming mixture scent of sandalwood cologne and fresh detergent. ‘Flippin hell, I look like I’m tryna hit a Tobey McGuire pose…’ you thought to yourself.

The door swung open wide.

Your body tensed.

“Who left the damn window cracked open?” Abby’s voice came first in a low, suspicious tone. His heavy steps considering his weight filled of muscles, practically stomped in across the floor. “I dunno, maybe the wind’s getting freaky,” Baby replied casually, biting the last remaining bits of his lollipops. “Or maybe we got other demons tracking us.” He said in between bites. “Be quiet,” Jinu muttered, walking in next, his gaze sharpening each second. “Something’s off…”

You watched how his eyes scan the mirrored floor each inch of it causing your heart to nearly exploded when he paused, staring at the faint gold smudge you thought you had cleaned well enough. You wanted to slap yourself at the moment.

His brows stitched together. “Romance, did you mess with the mirror panel again?” he asked just as tensed as his shoulders were now. “Excuse me?” A slight scoff left his mouth, “I only touch reflective surfaces when I’m in them,” Romance chimed in with dramatic offense. He walked in last with his long pink robe dragging across the floor as if he paid the rent in this damn Gangnam apartment complex. “It’s not just the mirror,” Mystery said quietly, already crouching by the panel next to Jinu. His fingers brushing the dust, taking in account of the gold shimmered just barely — enough for all of them to notice now like meerkats one after another. Baby leaned in closer under Abby’s arm, “That’s for sure not that powdery stuff they put on us.” Romance gave a judging side eye, “Setting powder, you imbecile.” Baby blinked slowly, unimpressed. “Yeah.. whatever you call it.”

“It’s the Graven Halo you idiots,” Jinu said after a pause. “Our Graven Halo.” Abby crossed his arms, taking a look around the room. “You think someone’s been in here?” Romance blinked dramatically. “You think someone broke into this apartment which is full of literal demons, us? And decided to mess with our floor décor — mind you The Graven Halo, for fun?”

“Maybe not for fun,” Mystery said, now standing along with the others. He didn’t turn to the others. He slowly faced the closet now. The one with your dumbass inside doing a crab mate pose. “But definitely on purpose.”

Your blood drained from your face.

Did he see you? Did he sense you?

His voice lowered, barely audible. “They were careful… but rushed.” A silence hanged with the group, you hitched your breath, not daring to exhale. Abby let out a loud and exaggerated groan. “Aish, Can we not do this right now? I was actually emotionally invested in that damn movie!”

“You cried at a commercial two days ago…”Romance muttered.

“That dog was reunited with his owner, okay?! That’s— what do humans call it.. oh— absolute cinema!”

“Oh my Gwi-Ma, never, and I mean never reference those.. weird human humour.”

“Memes.” Mystery spoke up.

“Right, right… memes.”

“You’re a literal hell-born being, Abby.” Baby added dryly, not even mockingly, just pure judgement to the muscular demon. “And yet I have more empathy than all of you combined. Lets just go back.” The other gave in knowing they can just manipulate far more fans to shred the honmoon. It was long but worth the time consumption. They started filing out, muttering, half-laughing however not quite letting go of the strange tension. All except for Mystery. Still standing near the Graven Halo. He stood still for a moment longer, taking a single step toward the closet. You could feel your heart hammering against your ribs. His eyes locked on the door for a beat too long.

A small beep message appeared on the side, it was System, “Beginner Task 3 completed: Hidden quest is able to be revealed.”

“Shut up, System,” you hissed under your breath, peeking out again just to see Mystery continuing his glance at you— no, the closet. As soon as he looked away to what you thought Jinu was at the doorway, you took a deep shaken exhale, feeling the pressure evaporate off your shoulders. “…Whoever it was,” he said quietly, almost too low for the others to hear, “they knew what they were doing. They came here for a purpose.” Jinu narrowed his eyes from the hallway. “You sure?” Mystery decided to stay silent, giving a small nod to him. And with that, the door closed. You stayed frozen for a full minute, legs cramping, fingers clenched into your sleeves. Only once the apartment fell fully silent again did you dare crack the closet open and step out. You slipped from the closet, hurrying back to the window. Just as you were crawling halfway over the balcony, a voice broke the silence.

“You missed a spot.”

Everything paused. Even your heart beat stood still in fear. Slowly but surely, you turned your head. Mystery was there. Leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, one leg loosely propped. He looked casual with his baggy hoodie, but the glint in his eye was far from relaxed. One hand held up a small speck of gold powder between his fingers, letting it fall with deliberate slowness. “How— how long were you standing there?!” you hissed, now fully turning to him. He took long and slow deliberate strides to you, enough to be face to face now. Moments ago you shared a soft moment with him, and now? God help you. “Long enough,” he murmured. “And not long enough.” His head tilted slightly. “What’re you doing here?”

“I— I was just sent! Uhm, as a hoobae…” you smiled cheekily before met with a deadpanned Mystery, your smile faltered immediately. “Okay okay just—ack!” His demon form claw snagged your neck, feeling blood ooze out just a second ago. You’re eyes opened again, met with the same scene, “Uh.. Uh…” again he said his same line,

“Long enough,”

“And not long enough.”

“What’re you doing here?”

You swatted your hands up in surrender and pleaded with him, “To see our hoobaes and see yo—“ You did a weak cheer motion with your hands like that would somehow help.

“Liar.”

“Wait! be softer this tim— ACKK!”

Your eyes shot open, the same scene yet again playing. You got desperate now and jumped a bit trying to think of anything, anything for gods sake. A loud groan earned from you by hearing his damn lines again,

“Long enough,” Shut the hell up!

“And not long enough.” Yeah like something else!

“What’re you doing here?” Fuck off!

Your eyes darted everywhere to him, your breath becoming more sped up now. “Uhm I..” his demon formed claw was raised up, about to slash your poor neck until you ran up, your noses almost touching. You grasped his hand, intertwining your hand with his demon formed one. “It’s because I missed you!“ you blurted out, voice too high-pitched to sound normal, looking at him now. His eyes blew open in the crevices in his bangs, his whole body did a 180. Your smile become more evident taking all these signals, its working, “Even if.. its been an hour…. I missed you far too much. I had to see you again Mystery. Auh? Is that a crime? Is it illegal?” Mystery just stood there in silence. You didn’t take it well, “Wh-what? You gonna kill me cause I.. I missed you?!” You shut your eyes, bracing for claws again. “Do it then!” The room fell into dead silence. Taking account of the silence and finally, not you getting sliced on the neck. Your eyes fluttered open and Mystery pulled his hand away from your tight grip, pausing to look down, studying you like some different puzzle in another set. You watched his ears turn red. Like, noticeably. His jaw tensed whilst his hands curled at his sides. It was like someone unplugged his personality and left only static.

“You… really are strange.”

“Charming nevertheless!” your eyes looked around for a second, “right….”

A long pause.

You swallowed. Hard.

He looked away and lowered his hand, “Go,” his voice was soft yet very direct. “Before I change my mind…” you backed away taking that as an invite, the smile you once before getting literally murdered appeared again. “Wait, you’re serious?” Your hand was already on the outer part of the window, “You’re not like… gonna hunt me down if I go or like—“ He glanced back at you, a small breeze coming through the window where his bangs almost separated to expose his face, he placed his hands on his bangs in a haste obviously flustered beyond this point, “I said go—!” You didn’t wait. Even with the slight jump of Mystery almost yelling at you, which was weird as hell to begin with but your life was on line. God you were determined to not do any of that on repeat. Slipping out the window, landing back on the side of the building with more grace than you felt. You turned to glance one last time, but he was already gone. Only a faint shimmer of gold dust floating in the air remained.

The next day, you opened your eyes like it killed you. Your eye bags were dragged to your jaw all because of that damn Beginner Task.

“You just had to put the task at 5 fucking am…. System…”

“System unanswered.”

“Oh my GOD, flip off with your damn unanswered.”

“System unanswered.”

“If you’re not gonna answer then just be quiet!”

You yelled throwing a pillow across your room where you heard Systems voice the most, messing your bed hair even more fumbling about. “Aghh… my poor sleep…” you whined, rolling left and right in your blanket. Unnoticeably wrapping yourself the more you rolled around like an idiot, buritto style that eventually you fell of the bed. Trapping yourself alongside a loud shriek that echoed throughout the apartment complex. Rumi was the first to wake up and barged into your room, her sword in her hand expecting some demons but.. saw you on the floor. Wrapped in your own blanket. “Y/N what the hell.” You looked down at your puffed up cheeks to her, smiling nervously, “Help…”

At the dinner table, might as well say grand table, you were eating Miras homemade kimchi jjigae, jeon and a bowl of rice. It was obvious you barely had any sleep, lazily feeding yourself small bites and obnoxiously loud slurps of the soup. Zoey being the first to notice these stuff and the ones with tons of solutions figured to talk to you first, “Yah, Y/N didn’t you get any sleep?” You didn’t respond and just stared at her with your gruelling eye-bags. Rumi announced, “I slept like a baby, literally forgot I had my sheet mask on.” Rumi softly nudged Rumi with a live full grin, “Same, couldn’t even hear noises in my sleep.” In between them, you just stared at the horizon hearing these ladies slept better than you, Zoey nudged the two and urged the two to look at you. Them now realising,

“A-ah, Y/N! It’s not like we slept thatt good—“

“Dont lie to me.”

“No, no seriously!”

“Anyone who lies again has to do a promotional video, by. Them. Selves.”

…

You sighed, “That’s what I thought.” The three went into a laughing fit whilst poor you had your back hunched and slowly feeding yourself until the elevator pinged. Together you all glanced to the elevator where it revealed Bobby. A phone in his hand; sliding, tapping, pressing, all of the shebang he does for his job as a manager. The trio happily exclaimed, “Bobby!” in union where you flat lined your syllables, “Bobbyy…”

“My girls, good morning!” All of them ran up to him where you just continued sipping your kimchi jjigae pitifully whilst your other hand itched your eye gently. Bobby noticed almost immediately even without the girls hint, he was their manager after all, “Y/N! My sweet lovely Y/N, didn’t get much rest last night I see?” Your heart softened seeing Bobby, acting just as he was in the movie. It made you smile weakly to him and nodded slightly, “Mhm.” He tapped your shoulder in reassurance, “No worries my girl, we’ll get you a makeup artist where you can sleep whilst she does her magic ‘kay?” Your smile made its way to your eyes now, hearing that was like an angel coming from theirselves,

“Thank you Bobby.”

“It’s my job, Y/N! No need.”

Sat on the stylist chair alongside with the trio, just talking about each of their own shenanigans alongside with you. First it was about 45 minute videos of frogs, makeup, clothes in Myeongdong, even planning a trip there once you can have a hiatus. Despite knowing the plot and its recent changes, you managed to show a smile to all of them. These were Huntrix, might as well enjoy your time no? Especially where you managed to be their 4th member, on that note, today was the official day of your debut with them. After all the training Celine and the girls, you were more than allegeable to be considered part of their group. You were the first one to be finished since you kept dozing off, which meant the most talented makeup artist had to be attending to you, — a siding from the fact it was your debut day. Appearing on the show, ‘Play Games With Us,’ that was merely mentioned in the movie. That damn hot sauce.. god you prayed for what felt like the millionth time it wasn’t hot sauce.

You laid on your back on one of the black leathered couches whilst the three had their finishing touches to their makeup, dozing off with a book opened over your face. The group was told beforehand the waiting rooms were two short since an event was taking place in one of the ballrooms near where they were located. You didn’t pay no attention, probably going to be some nugu background characters so who cares. Your ears perked up at the door clicking open but didn’t pay no attention however it caught the girls attention, — an annoyed attention. Your arms were crossed and your chest gently heaved, still aware of the sounds around you. You heard the group sit down on the chairs, you knew there were only two available so the rest probably sat on the opposite side of another couch that you were laying on. You heard the girls whisper to each other, “Why the hell are they here?” Mira whispered filled of venom, “Exactly, those boys… ugh..” Zoey added on where Rumi also chimed in, “They can probably hear us guys…” now Mira and Zoey whispered shouted together, “Who cares..?!”

You let out a groan obviously frustrated by the constant bickering, not bothered to take off the opened boom on your face, loud and muffled, “Can you guys be anymore louder? Jesus..” Rumi looked at you and then at the group, nudging your shoulder in a haste. “Aish, what? Im tired man..”

“The Saja Boys—“

“Saja Boys?!”

You mentioned Rumis word loud and scoffed in the book, “Why’re we mentioning those loud bastards, honestly.” Zoey cringed, “Y/N hold o—“

“No because who the hell do they think they are? Dont even get me started for gods sake.” All the frustration, the hiding, the damn task that made you crab mate stance in their closet was finally letting loose, — a lack of sleep being a main factor.

You help up your hand in the air, “One, Jinu oh my days. This guy— okay hes fine as hell dont get me wrong but hes such a dickhead? Even towards our poor Rumi like hello? Fuck off kindly?”

Now the number two on your fingers, “Second, ABBY? Ugh not everything is about your damn abs, his name is literally abby. Imagine having to make your abs your entire personality like ew. Hello? Girls? Its not the first time we’re seeing abs right?” Mira was wheezing now, trying not to burst out laughing, making things worse by chiming in, “His signature is literally his abs girl.” Even you snorted along with her, snapping your fingers in instant agreement, “Exactly! Exactly! Giving those to the Ahjummas for gods sake!”

A number three on your fingers, “Third, Romance? Okay we get it your name it literally Romance but that doesn’t mean being a manipulative dickhead and quite literally kiss every damn fans hand. I wouldn’t even be surprised if he gets herpes for heavens sake.”

Number four now on your fingers, “Fourth, whats with Mysterys curtain ass bangs?! Like yeah we all know youre going to handsome so just show it? Its not that deep.” Your voice softened a bit at the end, “..he’s better than abby, to be honest, have you seen that guys biceps? Jesus— but— but anyways!”

Mira having a bliss seeing how the situation played out, she blurted out, “Fifth Baby right? Ow—!” Rumi slapped her shoulder and tried to talk before your rambling. “Oh. My. GOD.” You almost yelled into the book just hearing him get mentioned, doting back to last night in the damn air.

“Dont start.. DONT STARTT, Baby? More like a fucking bastard who the hell gave him that name? He’s a smug eating dickhead, oh my days his shit eating grin he does ALWAYS. Hes the worse out of everyone and what was that scene— goo goo ga ga…??” That made Jinu literally snort mid way his makeup artist was concealing his eyebags. Romance followed along with Jinu, cackling. Abby was nursing his emotional wounds in silence, his shoulders slumped from your harshness. Mystery couldn’t keep the way your voice softened with his out of his mind, to be honest. His hand still gripped onto the other bicep. And Baby? Baby just leaned against the couch and smiled, the same shit eating grin you just described.

“She’s obsessed with me,” he whispered.

“She wants to bury you,” Abby replied.

“Same thing.”

You felt a vein pop in your neck, a rambled up of vexation, you finally shot up. Sitting down on the couch as the book falls on your lap, glancing quickly at the trio. Your face scrunched up slightly from just remembering what he did last night, “He’s the dickhead final boss, Zoey NEVER and I mean NEVER talk to him—… what..?” Zoey hid her face with her hand and kept pointing at the opposite side of the room. You scratched the crook in your neck, following to where she pointed at. Your whole face dropped.

They were all staring at you.

You froze. Completely. Like time itself had stopped just so it could laugh at you.

Jinu who was having his makeup done first alongside with Romance, both looking over the shoulder like they got hit by a bat. Abby downturned lips just staring at you like he got rejected in society. Finally… Baby and Mystery… Baby had his arms crossed, man plaining doing the exact shit eating grin you just described whilst Mystery hunched his back ever so slightly. The same flush on his ears considering you just complimented him.. again. He even had one hand holding his biceps. The makeup artist paused mid-stroke on Jinu’s jawline contouring, her brush hovering awkwardly like she was unsure whether to finish or evacuate at this point. Romance blinked twice, expression being unreadable, although he did adjust his collar like he wasn’t just called a damn herpes hazard.

Jinu spun slowly in the chair, already having his amused smile. “So.. I’m a fine dickhead, and..” his eyes darted to Rumi who quickly looked away from his, reminiscing last night meeting, “what do you mean, treat Rumi?” You gave a slight awkward chuckle, trying to sway the attention away from you. Completely. “Its so obvious! Ha..—“ He blinked. “To me….” Your voice dropped to a gentle tone now, wanting to bury yourself at that moment. Romance was next to Jinu, who flicked his hair. Putting up a hand to the other makeup artist before darting his eyes to you. Jumping a bit just from his gaslighting eyes, you made it your top mission to not make any eye contact with him. Jesus, hes too slick for his own good. “Herpes..?” He repeated your cuss, you cleared your throat and ran a finger through your hair, “Am I wrong..?” Your voice still gentle now, concealing the raspe and venomous tone you had seconds ago.

“It’s called showing Love to the fans!”

“It gets to a point…”

Abby blinked at you with his entire identity crumbling in his hands. “I thought humans liked abs…” you blinked back at him clearly judging the guy, was he this sensitive in the movie? What if he’s just a big bear behind closed doors? Director you stole from us AGAIN, you thought to yourself. “Well..” you prolonged the word, “it’s not like it’s our first time seeing abs.” Muttering underneath your breath yet Abbys heightened his ears, “What?!” You just gave him the fakest chuckle, looking at the girls for some help. Any help!

Rumi leaned toward Mira. “We’re going to have to sign an NDA after this.”

Mira just whispered back, still smiling. “Totally worth it.”

Zoey placed a hand on your shoulder, giving a squeeze whilst her eyes shut to emphasise her point, “Y/N.. next time you want to emotionally detonate in a room full of idols, give me a five-minute warning so I tell you.” You buried your face in your hands, a long groan coming out. Even the light heat from your cheeks crept up, taking your hands away and placing it on your forehead. Mystery, still red around the ears, quickly glanced away when you locked eyes with him. He even dropped his hand from his biceps like he was caught doing something scandalous. Cursing yourself internally remembering all the moments you shared with him, the.. dumbass confession you did. It was life or death for gods sake?! What else could you do, clawing your neck every damn time?

At the same time you both called for each other,

“Myster— Y/N.—“

“You go first..”

“No, I can wait, you first human.”

“No you ca—“

“Okay fine,” he breathed, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that had been gripping his bicep like a stress ball ever since you complimented them. His bangs fell into his eyes, and he shook them away just enough to glance up at you. He looked like he was gathering every single brain cell left in his body to form a sentence that wasn’t completely humiliating. “You think I’m better than Abby?..” he said lowly which Abby shook his head to him in betrayal. Abby’s jaw dropped in real-time betrayal, mouthing, “Bro?!” from across the room. You noticed there that, maybe Mystery wasn’t use to that kind of attention considering he was the most silent yet the leas vocalist. Your expression softened hearing him, taking a minute to respond, “Is that a bad thing?” You looked up at him, your doe eyes unintentionally making a warming atmosphere between you two. The Saja Boys gave either keen or apprehensive eyes — however, Jinu greeted the two with the same soften eyes as yours. The same way he looks at Rumi. Mira and Zoey was confused, giving each other looks and back to the pair whereas Rumi similarly did the same thing as Jinu. A small smile tugged the corners of her lips.

The moment you thought this was going to be some Kdrama scene, the pink vibrant warm color, the background music, the soft touch— “so, the confessio—“ Your soul left your body. You almost leaped out of the couch to their couch, placing your hands on his mouth. The sound Mystery made was somewhere between a muffled yelp or a grunt. His eyes widened with his hands raised in surrender. The whole room watched in stunned silence. Your eyes shot open, glancing at the others before dragging him out of the waiting room, muttering a flurry of “we’re good, we’re fine, just gotta talk for a bit, we’ll take five!”

From across the room, Baby was still sprawled on the couch like he didn’t have a care in the world. His usual smug, the one that showed up like clockwork to you. Faltered. Just for a second. His gaze snapped to you the moment your hands had clamped over Mystery’s mouth, dragging him by those loud yellow arm warmers like it was muscle memory. A muffled yelp escaped from Mystery, but Baby didn’t blink. He just watched, far too intently. He’s lucky his eyes didn’t burn circles on the waiting room door. The others were laughing, whispering, and even gawking. Of course, Jinu admiring Rumi from his side of the room. Not forgetting last nights Jinu little escape for his maybe lover. Baby didn’t join in any of this. His eyes stayed fixated on the door, long after it shut behind the two of you.

One leg bounced.

Unusual.

His jaw clenched for half a beat before trying to relax into a lazy smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. That glint of gold in his iris shimmered under the light sharply, like it was thinking. Calculating. Real subtle, he thought as he opened a lollipop wrapper harshly. He tilted his head slightly.

 Too many secrets.

 Too much heat in one room.

And Mystery? Since when did he get like that around you? What happened last night? Maybe he shouldn’t have left early. He was gawking at himself mentally but his mind being the logical one, didn’t sit right with anything. This didn’t feel… right.

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