#jinu fluff

[jinubear]

LOVESICK, BABY! ☆ jinu's both lovesick and touch-starved. fluff, fem!reader.

jinu freezes. he's absolutely motionless, breath caught in his throat, too scared to even twitch. the position he's ended up in is anything but comfortable. the pillow he's leaning against is a rumpled mess behind his back, offering no support.

and your bed, well, it's practically overflowing with stuffed animals; they take up more space than he has, some of them even jammed uncomfortably under his backside, jammed directly into his tailbone.

but it's worth it. every single uncomfortable bit is worth it, even the way his arm, which your head is currently resting on, has completely gone numb. because you trust him. that's what this means, right? that you've drifted off to sleep, completely at ease, pressed right up against him.

your cheek is nestled against his shoulder, and he can clearly see the soft curve of your eyelashes. he watches the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of your chest with every quiet breath you take. he can pick out the sweet scent of the strawberry shampoo you use, mixed with your candied perfume.

this, right now, is his new favorite moment. being practically buried under your mountains of throw pillows and blankets, convinced he's on the verge of heatstroke. you look so incredibly content, and in turn, he feels it too – that same deep sense of peace.

his fingers gently card through your hair, carefully brushing back the strands that have fallen across your face. jinu can't help the small smile that spreads across his face, or the feeling of his eyes practically forming hearts. and he can't help the soft, almost silent i love you that escapes his lips, even though he knows you can't hear it. not while you're fast asleep.

you trust him, and he'll do absolutely everything in his power to make sure that trust is never, ever broken. jinu finally drifts off to sleep like that, with the hard, plastic noses of two different bears still digging uncomfortably into his side.

he trusts you, too.

[blondechariot]

Lap pillow with the Saja boys, Saja boys wake up from a nap and realize they were napping on the readers lap

pairing: Saja Boys x reader!

warnings: Physical touch, Mild embarrassment, Sleep vulnerability

disclaimer: not my pic!

Jinu

The dance studio was quiet—surprisingly so, considering how chaotic the day had been. You were seated against the mirrored wall, scrolling lazily through your phone as the others wandered off for snacks or phone calls.

Jinu, ever the perfectionist, had stayed behind to review the choreography a few more times… and then sat down beside you to catch his breath.

“Just for a second,” he mumbled, tugging off his cap and rubbing the back of his neck. “My legs feel like cooked noodles.”

You chuckled. “You’ve earned it.”

That “second” stretched into five minutes. Then ten.

At first, he leaned back beside you, head resting lightly against the mirror. His breathing evened out. You glanced over, thinking he’d dozed off.

But then he shifted—slowly, gradually—until his head slid from the wall...

…right onto your lap.

Your breath hitched.

Jinu was asleep. On. Your. Lap.

You didn’t dare move.

His soft black hair tickled your arm, and he let out a little sigh, like the kind toddlers make when they’re fully relaxed. You froze mid-scroll, phone forgotten, watching his peaceful expression. The crease between his brows was gone, replaced by something childlike and vulnerable.

You didn’t expect him to stay there.

But he did.

For over twenty minutes.

Then he woke up.

It started with a twitch—then a confused grunt. His lashes fluttered as he shifted slightly and—

He realized.

His head jerked upward so fast you almost flinched.

“Wait—oh my god—!”

He looked up at you, horror spreading across his face like wildfire.

“Did I—was I—were you—?!”

You nodded slowly, biting back a smile. “You fell asleep on me.”

“Sh*t—uh—sorry! I didn’t mean to! I was—holy crap—” He ran a hand through his hair and stared at the wall like it had answers. “I wasn’t, like, drooling or anything, right?”

You laughed. “No. Just snoring a little. But it was cute.”

“I snored?” His ears were bright red now. “Okay, great. Amazing. This is fine. Totally normal.”

He stood up like the floor was lava, brushing imaginary lint from his pants.

“Next time I need a nap,” he muttered under his breath, “I’m bringing a pillow. Not a person.”

But as he turned to leave, he paused and looked over his shoulder.

“...Thanks though. That was the best rest I’ve had in weeks.”

And then he was gone—face still flushed, but with the smallest smile tugging at his lips.

Abby

One second, Abs was bouncing around the dorm living room, still wearing his sleeveless tank top and sweatpants after practice. The next, he collapsed beside you on the couch, groaning dramatically and flopping sideways like a fainting goat.

“I am no longer a person,” he declared. “Just a sweaty ghost.”

You didn’t even get a chance to reply before he threw one arm across your lap like it was his personal armrest and mumbled:

“Wake me in twenty... or never. Whichever comes first.”

You blinked. “Abby.”

No response.

“Abs,” you said again, poking his shoulder.

A light snore answered you.

He was out.

Fully out. Arm still draped across your legs, head tipped onto your thigh like it was a memory foam cushion. He curled slightly into your side like a sleepy cat and let out the softest sigh you’d ever heard from a man that shredded dance routines like he shredded shirt sleeves.

You looked down at him—messy hair, flushed cheeks, completely relaxed expression—and sighed in disbelief.

“You’re so lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

He slept for exactly twenty-three minutes.

Then his fingers twitched. A soft grunt. And then—his head lifted in slow, confused horror.

“Huh—wha—wait.”

His eyes widened.

His head turned.

And saw where it had been.

“NOPE.”

He flung himself off your lap so fast, he knocked one of the couch cushions to the floor. You burst out laughing as he scrambled into a seated position on the opposite end like you were lava.

“OH MY GOD—DID I ACTUALLY—???”

You nodded, wiping a tear from your eye. “Out cold. You snuggled like a baby.”

“I SNUGGLED?!”

“Just a little. It was cute.”

His ears turned red.

“I don’t snuggle,” he insisted, crossing his arms like a sulking gremlin. “I power rest. In a... tactical cuddle formation.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Right. A tactical cuddle.”

“You’re not telling the others, by the way.”

“Oh, I’m absolutely telling the others.”

“Y/N, I swear to—”

But then you grinned at him—really grinned—and his whole face softened. He rubbed the back of his neck and muttered:

“...Thanks. I didn’t mean to. But it felt... nice.”

He didn’t look at you when he said it.

But his voice was sincere.

Mystery

It was late. Everyone else had gone to bed hours ago, but you and Mystery remained in the practice room, sitting on the warm wooden floor.

Neither of you spoke much.

You didn’t have to.

You were both just… there. Quiet company. The kind that didn’t feel like pressure or noise.

He sat beside you with his arms folded loosely around his knees, head leaning back against the wall, his gaze tracking the slow rotation of the ceiling fan above. His hoodie was too big, sleeves covering half his hands, and his expression unreadable as always.

You glanced at him. “Tired?”

He blinked slowly, then nodded.

“Yeah. But I like this. Just… sitting. It’s calm.”

You smiled softly and went back to scrolling your phone. A few minutes passed like that, unspoken and easy.

And then—you felt a shift.

You glanced down and stilled.

Mystery’s head had tipped sideways.

Onto your lap.

Eyes closed. Hair falling gently across his forehead. Breathing slow and steady. You froze, phone hovering in midair as if one wrong move might break the moment.

You waited for him to jolt back up.

He didn’t.

Instead, he exhaled softly—almost like relief—and his entire body relaxed, melting into your presence like he meant to be there.

And maybe he did.

You didn’t move.

Didn’t dare.

Thirty minutes later, he stirred.

At first, it was barely noticeable—just a twitch of his fingers. Then he shifted, blinked slowly, and froze.

His head still on your lap.

Your eyes met.

“Oh.”

That was all he said. Just “oh.”

His body tensed.

“I didn’t mean to—” he started, sitting up way too fast, avoiding your gaze. “I wasn’t trying to—I thought I was still—against the wall—”

You tilted your head, amused. “You sleepwalk into people’s laps often?”

He groaned, dragging a sleeve over his face. “I’m gonna pretend this never happened.”

You leaned back on your hands, watching him melt into shy discomfort.

“It’s okay. You seemed peaceful.”

“God,” he muttered. “I probably drooled.”

“You didn’t.”

“Snored?”

“Barely.”

He looked at you, finally. His eyes were soft behind the embarrassment. Something gentle flickered there.

“...Was it okay? I mean—I wasn’t being weird, right?”

Your chest warmed. “It was nice.”

He nodded slowly, gaze lowering again.

Then, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it:

“It felt safe.”

You didn’t respond right away.

You just smiled—and bumped his knee lightly with yours.

“Good. You deserve safe.”

Romance

Romance was always the last one to wind down. Even after a full day of rehearsal, press, and soundchecks, he still had enough energy to pace the living room, complain dramatically about his sore shoulders, and demand someone “pity his hard-working body.”

You didn’t indulge him at first.

But eventually, his endless sighs of exhaustion made you pat the couch cushion beside you and say, “Fine. Sit here and be dramatic.”

“Thank you. Finally, someone who understands me,” he huffed, dropping beside you with exaggerated flair.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re exhausting.”

“I’m exhausted,” he corrected, tipping his head back. “So tired I could just—” He shifted, leaning sideways.

You expected him to flop against the backrest like usual.

You did not expect his head to land softly in your lap.

Your hands froze mid-text on your phone. You looked down.

Romance. Fully horizontal. Face turned toward your stomach. One arm draped off the couch. Entirely still.

And... totally asleep.

“Are you serious?” you whispered.

You gently nudged his shoulder. “Romance.”

Nothing.

He let out a light sigh and snuggled in closer—snuggled, like he knew exactly where he was and was absolutely fine with it.

Your heart stuttered.

You should’ve pushed him off.

But instead, you stared at his peaceful features—lashes brushing his cheeks, lips slightly parted, the usual flirtatious sparkle completely absent.

Just quiet. Calm. Real.

And somehow... it felt kind of nice.

Thirty-five minutes later, he stirred with a low groan.

He blinked groggily, still facing your stomach.

“Mmmn...what time is it?”

You didn’t answer.

Instead, you watched the moment realization hit.

He stiffened.

Looked down.

Then looked up.

Eyes wide.

“...No.”

You smiled. “Yes.”

“No. No, no, no, no—don’t tell me I fell asleep here.”

You shrugged. “Right in my lap. Like a cat.”

He sat bolt upright, face flushing. “Oh my god—please say I didn’t snore. Or like... say anything weird.”

You bit your lip. “You mumbled something about whipped cream.”

“You’re kidding—”

You weren’t. He had.

“I’m never sleeping again,” he said, flopping backward dramatically onto the floor, hand over his eyes.

“It wasn’t that bad,” you teased.

“I am a cool, mysterious idol. I don’t cuddle in laps like some sort of—domestic boyfriend character!”

You raised an eyebrow. “It’s okay to be soft sometimes.”

He peeked at you from under his arm.

“...You’re not mad?”

You chuckled. “Nah. It was sweet. Kinda charming, actually.”

He paused.

Then grinned.

“Well, I am charming.”

And just like that—flustered, red-faced, but still him—he sat back up and nudged your knee with his.

“But just so we’re clear, this never happened.”

“Of course,” you said, already opening your phone camera. “Definitely not saving this mental image forever.”

“Y/N—!”

Baby

It had been a quiet night in the dorm — just you and Baby finishing a movie neither of you was fully watching anymore. Everyone else had gone to bed, but the two of you stayed on the floor in front of the coffee table, surrounded by empty snack bags and one half-warm blanket.

He had started the movie sitting cross-legged. Then he lay on his stomach. Then curled sideways. Then let his head fall onto your shoulder with a tired sigh.

“Do you mind if I just rest here for a second?” he mumbled, already slipping lower.

You glanced down as he adjusted again — and blinked in surprise when his head slid off your shoulder and… landed right in your lap.

You paused.

“Uh… Baby?”

No response.

“...Seriously?”

But then you heard it. The tiny, steady rhythm of his breath. The softest sigh, like a balloon slowly deflating. His entire body went still — not awkwardly, not like someone pretending — but completely and genuinely asleep.

He’d knocked out. Just like that. On you.

His head was warm against your thighs, hair tickling your skin, the faint scent of coconut shampoo lingering in the air. His expression was pure innocence — peaceful, open, almost childlike in the way he slept.

You couldn’t bring yourself to wake him.

So you sat there quietly, gently adjusting the blanket to cover his legs, letting the soft hum of the TV fill the silence.

Somewhere deep in your chest, something warm settled.

When he woke up, it was because he sneezed. Loudly.

You both jumped.

He bolted upright, hair messy, blinking wildly. “Wha—huh?!”

He looked around, confused — and then looked down at where he’d been.

Right in your lap.

His eyes went huge.

“...Wait. Was I—was that—was I asleep?!”

You nodded, lips twitching. “For almost an hour.”

“In your lap?!”

Another nod.

He stared in stunned horror.

“I didn’t mean to—I swear—I just—your lap was, like, right there—and it was warm, and I was really tired, and—”

He trailed off, burying his face in his hands.

“This is so embarrassing.”

You laughed. “It’s okay. I didn’t mind.”

“I snuggle when I sleep,” he admitted in a tiny voice. “Like... I nuzzle. Did I nuzzle?!”

You tried to keep a straight face. “Just a little.”

“I’m never sleeping again.”

“It was kind of cute,” you offered gently. “Actually... really cute.”

He peeked through his fingers, still blushing, but a shy smile formed at the corners of his mouth.

“...You sure you don’t mind?”

You tilted your head. “If anything, it was nice. Peaceful. You’re a good napper.”

He looked at you for a moment, then back at the spot where he’d been.

Then, quieter:

“...Can I do that again sometime?”

Your heart melted.

“Yeah,” you said. “Anytime.”

He beamed. A little bashful. A little proud.

Then he grabbed the blanket and mumbled, “Okay, well now I’m never moving out.”

[sajaboyscumdump]

blood moon | smut! jinu saja x reader

minors dni— established relationship ; during a blood moon, his lust becomes uncontrollable, and you’re the only one who can sate him.

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you’d felt it the moment the sky turned red.

the blood moon had risen like a pulse in the sky—huge and glowing, casting an eerie crimson wash over the mountains. the air buzzed with a strange, sharp tension, like the world itself was holding its breath.

jinu had been quiet the whole day.

too quiet.

he stood now by the window, shirtless, his back tense, eyes glowing faintly as the light of the blood moon bathed his bare skin. you watched him from the bed, your heart thudding at how still he was—like a predator scenting something just out of reach.

“jinu?” your voice came out softer than you meant it to.

he turned slowly.

his gaze pinned you to the sheets.

gone was your sweet, playful jinu. the one who kissed you good morning and carried you when you were too tired to walk. the man in front of you now was something else. all saja were different during blood moons—more primal, more instinct-driven—but jinu had always resisted it.

until tonight.

“it’s getting harder to hold back,” he said, voice rough, like it scraped against his throat. “i can smell you. feel you. need you.”

you swallowed, body already responding to the low growl in his voice. “then don’t hold back.”

in an instant, he was on you.

his mouth crashed against yours, tongue demanding, claiming. his hands tore the sheets away, fingers already pulling at your clothes with an urgency that left your skin buzzing. he didn’t undress you gently—he didn’t have the patience for that right now.

you were bare before him in seconds, gasping as the cold air kissed your skin—right before he did.

jinu kissed down your throat, biting just hard enough to make your hips jerk beneath him. his hands pinned your wrists above your head as he growled into your skin, “you smell like everything i’ve ever wanted.”

you writhed under him, thighs parting instinctively, the heat between them pulsing like a heartbeat. he moved down your body, tongue flicking across a nipple before his mouth fully closed over it—sucking, teasing, driving you insane.

“please—” you whispered, not even sure what you were begging for.

“say it,” he growled.

“i want you. i want you inside me.”

he didn’t need more.

jinu knelt between your legs, gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise as he lowered himself and ran his tongue through your soaked folds. you moaned loudly, back arching off the mattress as he devoured you—no slow build, no gentle licks. he was starving, and you were the only thing that could satisfy the burn in his blood.

his tongue circled your clit again and again, then dipped deep inside you, tasting your arousal like it was the only thing keeping him sane. when your legs started shaking, he pulled away, breathing heavily, eyes glowing brighter than before.

“you’re ready,” he rasped. “i can’t wait any longer.”

he positioned himself above you, and then he thrust inside with one deep, brutal stroke.

you cried out, fingers clawing at his shoulders as your body struggled to stretch around the sheer size of him. he was big—always had been—but like this? during the blood moon? he felt impossibly thick, impossibly deep.

“so tight,” he groaned, teeth clenched as he pulled back and slammed into you again. “fuck, you’re made for me.”

you couldn’t speak.

you could barely breathe.

he moved fast and hard, hips slamming into yours, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room. each thrust knocked the air from your lungs, your body already spiraling toward release from the overstimulation, from the rough drag of his cock against your walls, from the way his fingers gripped your hips like he’d never let go.

“more—please—don’t stop—” you sobbed in pleasure.

“i can’t stop,” he growled, voice thick.

“not until i’ve filled you.” thrust.

“marked you.” thrust.

“claimed you again and again.”

his thumb found your clit and rubbed tight, fast circles that sent your mind into oblivion. you came hard around him, body clenching so tight he cursed, hips jerking erratically as he followed—spilling deep inside you with a low, feral groan.

but he didn’t stop.

his cock barely softened before he was thrusting again—dragging your limp legs over his shoulders this time, bending you in half so he could go deeper. sweat dripped from his skin onto yours, and his eyes never left your face.

“i need more,” he growled.

“don’t you dare pass out on me.”

you were dizzy, overwhelmed, but your body burned for him.

and the blood moon above burned hotter.

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[angelltheninth]

Tracing Jinu's Demon Marks

Pairing: Jinu x Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, domestic fluff, overstimulation, cuddles, established relationship, teasing, demon marks, growling, human!Reader

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A/N: I have more Jinu requests and I swear I will get to them but I needed to get this out of my head first okay?

Lying in bed next to Jinu while he was in his demon form was always exciting, the glowing eyes, the claws, the fangs, but your favorite part are his demon marks

You always liked them but recently you've been been moving your fingers across them, tracing them whenever you were able to

One thing that you found out about his markings was that they were a bit sensitive to the touch

Every time you traced your fingers down his arm or his back or in some cases scratched them in thorns of passion you noticed he shivered and groaned and flushed at the contact

Jinu bites his lip when you trace his marks, when you trace his marks, even feather light touches make him shiver

He is embarrassed by the noises that leave his lips when you climb on top him and start kissing his marks from his neck to his back, finishing at the hem of his pants

The most casual touches can get to him, moving your fingers across his markings will make him drop his coffee

Will hide behind his hat or his hands when he gets too flustered

Possible to overstimulate him easily while tracing his marks, and if that happens then he will grab you to make you stop but at the same time want you to touch him again as soon as he calms down

Never holds you down for too long because he misses your touch so much

Since you traced his markings so many times you can do so even when he's in his human form and with your eyes closed

Jinu suggests that you should get tattoos that match his marks so that he can do the same thing as you, see how much you like being teased

[pichichuu]

i’ve been thinking about jinu x reader fluff to smut and then fluffy aftercare😫 also include reader dry humping jinu without realising pls ty ly xx

ugh i'm in a cuddle fucking mood rn i need something comforting like this😭

tags: jinu x fem!reader, dry humping, make out, creampie, cockwarming, sleepy sex, prn with feelings/established relationship

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sunlight streamed through the curtains in the late morning sun, bedsheets bundled around you and jinu in your bed, his frame wrapped around yours. his fingers ran through your hair mindlessly, while he idly stroked your back, eyes closed in half-slumber.

you hummed, sighing in your sleep and settling further into the mattress. eyes fluttered open, lashes batting against the bare skin on his chest, his scent wrapping around you like the blankets.

he stirred, chest expanding as he drew in a big breath. he kissed your forehead, voice heavy with sleepiness as he mumbled to you in greeting.

he pulled you closer to him, sighing. his fingertips traced your outline as he breathed you in, drunk on the peace of the moment.

his knee parted your thighs gently, his warm thigh brushing against your panties. he didn't press into you. he just wanted to be there, to be comfortable.

you drew him into a kiss, lazy and loose-lipped, imperfect smacks and the languid swiping of tongues mixing with sleepy groans as you kissed one another awake.

he mindlessly tensed his thigh, pressing it up against you as you ground down on him, chasing relief subconsciously with your sleep-clouded mind.

your fingers curled in his hair, catching on the knots of his messy bedhead.

his breath became heavy in your mouth, pants tickling past your lips as need pooled between your thighs. his fingers brushed through the baby hairs at the back of your neck, holding you gently, like you were fragile.

you felt his hardened length prod against your thigh, suddenly becoming aware of the lewd movement of your hips and your dampened panties.

he looked at you, his gaze asking for reassurance that you wanted this too. your face reflected his need, and his hand dipped between your warm bodies.

he lifted the band of his boxers over his erection, heavy and straining against the fabric. you felt the difference in temperature as his length came to rest against your skin.

his hips rolled into you, grinding synchronizing in lazy waves. panting turned into moans, and jinu pulled away breathlessly. knuckles worked over your skin as he moved his hand from your hip to his hilt, smearing the leaky tip over your stomach. his head tilted downward, focusing on angling his cock right, but he looked at you through delicate lashes as he pressed into you, mouth falling open in silent pleasure.

his eyelids fluttered, eyes crossing slightly as he fed you each inch, a moan cracking out of him as he bottomed out in you. a thick palm hooked behind your thigh, sliding to your knee as he pulled your leg up and over his hip, allowing him to fuck deeper into you.

his pace was slow, loving. he rolled into you in quiet moans, praises tumbling from his lips as you took his length, pussy gripping tight on him each time he pulled out. he took his time, each stroke of his hips slow and intentional, like he was trying to memorize your insides.

his fingers found your clit, swollen and needy, desperate for attention. he drew circles on the bundle of nerves, stopping only to wet his fingertips with his tongue. his saliva mixed with your arousal as he played with your clit, your moans getting higher and more frequent.

his brows knitted together over closed eyes as his hips broke their pace, thrusts becoming irregular. you fluttered around him, clamps signaling to him that your high was approaching.

his forehead fell against yours, cock sliding in and out of you and stretching you so good, the room around you falling away as you got lost in the feeling of jinu.

jinu thrusting into you.

jinu's fingers teasing your clit.

jinu moaning and breathing heavy into your ear.

jinu telling you he was about to cum in your pussy.

his pussy.

you clamped down on him, shaking as your orgasm slammed through you, tight walls squeezing jinu's twitching cock as he emptied his load into you, fucking you through it in lazy strokes, your cunt still throbbing after he finished. he whined, sensitive, but not yet wanting to leave your warmth.

pulling you onto his chest, he rolled onto his back, softening cock still resting inside you. you settled against his skin, kissing his chest before sighing and resigning yourself to sleep once more.

he traced lines across your back, pictures and letters and love confessions, your skin addictive, pulling him back to sleep like a drug.

he kissed the top of your head, breathing in your scent. he felt wrapped in you, covered by your comfort and caressed by your love.

your fluids mixed inside of you as he drifted off to sleep, hoping somehow, somewhere, your souls would do the same.

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[janluxe]

MY SHY BOY .ᐟ — JINU KPDH

–summary; shy!Jinu in your area, who discovers feelings atop rooftops

–contents; pure fluff, sprinkle of angst, huntrix member!reader

–w/c; 800

The leader of the infamous, upcoming banger of a band, the Saja boys. A boy band that broke records worldwide in the shortest period of time, as if their songs had been enhanced with some kind of otherworldly power meant to attract the people.

Well, they were, but not many knew – apart from the demon hunters of the country who still fell for their cheap tricks.

And you've just made the worst mistake, walking right into a trap and blindly ignoring every piece of advice kindly offered to you. Call it stupidity or attraction, either way, like a moth to a flame, you started spending more and more time hanging around Jinu, getting to know the rival idol.

Inevitably, you grew closer. He treated you differently, and it made you feel special. You had memorized his behavior with others, how sharp-tongued and indifferent he acted, deceiving people around him to his advantage, harmlessly.

Still, he'd turn fifty different shades of pink when your eyes met, his usual confidence melting at your feet. He spent his nights restlessly rolling on his bedsheets and overthinking about accidental bumps between you two from like a month ago instead of catching a wink of sleep. You'd notice. You'd try to confront him about the way he struggled to remain awake during fan meetings, but he'd rather vanish than admit to his feelings.

At first, he could avoid all emotion that would betray his former human nature. Not anymore, though. "You did well today." You'd compliment him in the friendliest manner right after a performance. He swears he knew how to open his mouth to speak just a second ago.

Who could've thought that an almost 400-year-old demon constantly tormented by Gwi-Ma rotting in his mind alongside his guilt would be this deeply in touch with his feelings? Well, certainly not your group, huntrix.

It was a foolish trait coded into human nature to judge books by their cover and summary.

"Since when are you quiet?" You murmured, hoping to engrave the pleasant sensation of the breeze gently hitting your skin as you sat atop a rooftop. In all honesty, he had never been the obnoxiously loud type, chaotic? Sure, but never this quiet.

In your presence, everything was... strange, in a way he couldn't quite place; his mind finally felt like his own, and he understood what it meant to be seen and heard. "... I talk." Jinu replied simply, voice soft and calculated while he busied himself dusting his shoulders. It had been part of his deal, after all.

You couldn't help the subtle scoff that escaped your lips, "I'm not doubting your ability to speak, Jinu." Your hands cupped his face almost instantly as he tried to look away, avoiding your gaze like it was holy water on his skin. "What has happened to you?"

His breath hitched, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. "Please don't do that..." He began, flinching at first before he gave in, pressing himself closer to your warmth, hoping to be enveloped in it. However, the determined look on your face told him that he wouldn't be able to escape your question that easily.

"You happened." Jinu finally voiced the thoughts he had tried so hard to push to the back of his mind. "And I stopped talking, so I could listen to you." His gaze dropped, filled with an uncharacteristic amount of vulnerability shielded from everyone's view, yet it couldn't escape yours. He didn't sign up for this when creating the Saja boys.

And all of a sudden, Jinu looked so reserved, an ironic image of a nationally loved idol whose fame precedes him. Even more ironic for a demon drenched in melancholy and misery to be head over heels for a mere human.

Cheeks flushed, dark eyes stealing a few shy glances as his brows furrowed, head lowered, like a lost puppy desperate to hear any kind of sentence, word even, roll off your tongue.

Your heart ached at the pathetic sight before you, and he tugged at your heartstrings. How could you respond straight away to something so emotionally impacted?

"You know... I used to think that you were cold and dangerous." You mumbled under your breath, your words just for him to hear. "But you're a poet." A small joke meant to ease the tension.

"It's humiliation, not poetry, Jagiya." [Darling] He finally smiled, playfully rolling his eyes before they finally set on yours, hands clenching in his lap before they hesitantly took hold of your wrists; not pushing away or pulling closer, just keeping your hands in place.

"It looks good on you, Jinu."

One remark and he was done, brain short-circuiting once more and every trace of the outside world wiped from his mind as he rested his temple against yours.

–a/n; I love him sb. Def out of character tho,,, thank you so much for reading. have a nice day/night ♡♡ :)

[jinusajas]

07/15/25; 07:15pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

@leamateurwriter asked: Obviously we know that half demon hybrids are possible thanks to Rumi's existence, and I crave a bit of domestic- Could you make scenarios of the Saja boys learning they'll be fathers?

[ when they realize they’re going to be fathers ]

featuring: jinu, abby, baby, mystery, romance

for the majority of the day, you had been acting strange-

closed off, even.

when jinu tried to give you a kiss, you would inevitably duck away from him. your nervous laughter would set off warning bells within his mind, but he simply brushed it off.

trying to hide the hurt from his face, later on, jinu attempted to give you a hug-

only for you to dart away from him in response, telling him that you were not in the mood for any cuddles at the moment.

jinu could feel his heart shattering the tiniest bit, the tears already threatening to fall from his eyes when he quickly excused himself into the bathroom. after slamming the door shut, the demon could feel the tears cascading down his face.

he stares at his reflection, seeing the melancholic expression as he swallows thickly.

maybe you were just hot, the summer heat was just getting to you and you wanted some time to yourself.

jinu kept repeating those reassurances within his mind, finally looking away from his reflection when his gaze lands on something settled on top of the bin.

it was a box that had the phrase PREGNANY TEST labeled on it, tossed haphazardly into the bin. jinu’s thoughts were racing a mile a minute when he takes the box, stepping out of the bathroom-

only to be met with your tearful face, holding the same test in your hand as it showed a positive result. jinu was rendered speechless, watching you with wide eyes as you explained yourself.

“i’m so sorry… you may not even want to be a father, b-but i don’t want to get rid of this b-baby. it’s h-half of you, and i promise to take care of it. you don’t have to-“

he couldn’t take it anymore, his heart now breaking into two at the thought of leaving you all on your own. cutting off your explanation with a searing kiss against your lips, jinu delves his fingers into your hair, deepening the kiss while swallowing the rest of your moans.

when the need for air proved to be too much, jinu pulls away from you, resting his forehead against yours while telling you, “you don’t need to do this on your own, not when i love you so much.”

you swallow thickly, feeling your fears and anxiety melt away when you met his gaze. “you mean it…?”

jinu gives you a sheepish grin, hands already settled on your stomach before giving your forehead a gentle kiss. “building a family with you is a dream come true, i wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

he slowly kneels in front of you then, pressing his ear against your abdomen while listening intently. no heartbeat could be heard just yet, but he could feel the tiny soul slowly beginning to bloom from deep inside of you. with tears of joy now streaming down his face, he places a lingering kiss against your abdomen, basking in the sensation of you embracing him fully.

you kept staring at the positive pregnancy test in your hand, tears already filling your vision at the thought of abby potentially leaving you.

being part of the saja boys meant that he already had a strong fanbase, all of them rife with women and men alike. despite how you had kept your relationship with him a secret (for the sole purpose of your safety) you had a feeling that this would be the final straw for abs.

as you kept looking down at the positive pregnancy test, you were unaware with how abby had returned home with your favorite takeout in hand. “i’m home, babe.”

when you didn’t answer him, abby took a better look at you, seeing you completely focused on the pregnancy test at hand. feeling his heart lurch, abby strides closer to you, taking the test out of your hand as he stared at it.

“what- ABBY!” you immediately stand back to your full height, trying to grab the test away from him, but he simply held it above his head. he was still emotionless when he manages to ask, “you’re pregnant?”

you swallow thickly, taking a step away from him as you wrapped your arms around your chest. “yes… and it’s yours… you’re the only one i have ever been with.”

abby’s silence was concerning now, and you had to clench your eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling.

“i understand if you’re not ready to be a father. i can raise this child on my own and-“

“hell no. you and this baby belong to me.”

you found yourself wrapped up in abby’s embrace, allowing him to pick you up before sitting on the couch with you. abby settles you on his lap while drawing comforting circles behind your back. “i’ll never leave you, only weak ass men leave their partners, and you know damn well that i’m anything but weak.”

you face him, straddling his hips while framing at his features, “you’re serious?”

“dead serious.” he places a series of kisses against your knuckles, “and i think it’s about time i finally announced you as my wife to the world.”

“stop chasing me! leave me alone!”

currently, you were running around your penthouse apartment due to how your boyfriend kept chasing after you. admittedly, he had good reason to wish to speak to you since in your hand was a pregnancy test-

and it happened to be positive-

with baby saja as the father.

however, when you realize that baby had come home early from practice, and he saw you holding the pregnancy test-

you panicked.

which explained why you were running away from him, avoiding him like the plague since you didn’t know how he would react. as you weave past the sofas, you heard a deep voice letting out a growl of your name dangerously close to your ear before finding yourself caught in his embrace.

“wait-“ words were lost to you the moment baby takes the pregnancy test away from you, looking at the two blue lines that confirmed a positive test. by now, tears were streaming down your face.

was baby going to leave you?

you wait with bated breath for his response, feeling anxiety coursing through your veins when baby tightens his hold on you. entering the kitchen with you still in his embrace, he tosses the pregnancy test in the nearest bin, heading toward the fridge as he pulls out a carton of ice cream from the freezer.

after grabbing a spoon, he heads toward the couch, settling you on his lap while tossing aside the ice cream lid. scooping up some ice cream, he places the cold spoon against your lips. “say ah~”

“ah…” you were immediately met with the creamy taste of ice cream (in your favorite flavor as well), swallowing as you were left in tears at how sweet baby was being. “y-you’re not mad at me?”

“how could i ever be mad at the mother of my child?” baby tells you in a nonchalant manner, still feeding you more scoops of ice cream. “i don’t mind sharing my snacks with you, or making your eventual cravings come true either. so don’t ever run away from me again, okay?”

relief washes over you like a tidal wave, immediately calming down your racing heart as you cling to your lover, allowing him to spoil you as you looked forward to spending the rest of your life together with him.

this was what had to be the tenth time you threw up in the morning.

your body was going through something strange-

each time you smelled fish, or the scent of something burnt, your stomach would twist and churn.

when you tried to take bites of your favorite foods, they stopped tasting as good to you-

making you gag as you immediately ran into the bathroom to puke put whatever you had once consumed.

this was driving you insane, and you had no idea as to why you were so sick.

after coming out of the bathroom, you saw mystery standing in front of you, already having a bottle of cold water in hand for you. thanking him, you take the bottle and drank most of it in a few gulps.

mystery then shocks you by placing a hand on your abdomen, “could you stay still for me?”

“wha- s-sure…” you trail off, feeling your face heat up when myst kneels in front of you, pressing his ear against your abdomen. he was completely silent, focused on… whatever he was doing.

after what felt like an eternity, mystery looks up at you with a smile spreading across his face. “i can sense a tiny soul growing here.”

the sudden realization made you stiffen in response.

mystery could sense another soul growing inside of you-

it all made sense now.

you feeling sick in the mornings, and how you didn’t feel the telltale signs of your period since a few weeks ago-

you nearly collapsed had it not been for mystery’s tight hold on you. wrapping you up in his embrace, he gently coos at you, pressing several kisses against your temple all while reassuring you,

“you never have to be afraid, sweetheart. i’ll always remain by your side.”

your teary gaze up at him, with you brushing back his hair to reveal eyes shining with absolute adoration for you. and when he leans down to capture your lips in a kiss, you returned his passion wholeheartedly, looking forward to your future together with him.

you’ve been having the wildest cravings lately-

from pizza drenched in mayonnaise, to pickled sardines and rice-

you had no idea why you were hit with such atrocious tastes lately.

as romance watches with horror at your latest obsession (fried calamari dipped in with whipped cream) he lets out a cough of your name. “my sweet, i’m starting to think you’re pregnant.”

you stopped eating mid-bite, eyes going wide as you met with romance’s concerned gaze. “pregnant?! don’t joke like that! i don’t even feel sick or anything-“

“…when was the last time you had your period?” romance gently interrupts you, finally making you stop and think. as you go back to the last time you bled, you count back the weeks before feeling sick to your stomach.

“oh god… you’re right.” you began sobbing uncontrollably, shoving aside your weird concoction of food as you wailed. it was now romance’s turn to panic, immediately kneeling by your side as he tried to comfort you.

“my love-“

“i missed my period! i didn’t bleed at all for several weeks, and ive been eating so much trash like it’s a damn compulsion. you’re right, i-i think we have a baby.” you continue to sob uncontrollably, practically inconsolable now as romance had to act fast and wrap his arms around you, carrying you away from the dining table and into the living room.

with you both settled on the couch, romance places you on his lap while wiping away your tears. “sssh, why are you crying so much, my love?”

“b-because i’m terrified of you l-leaving me!” you cling to the front of his shirt, earning a soft sigh from him when he manages to place a kiss against your hair.

“why would i ever leave the woman i love in her most desperate time of need.” he continues to coo reassurances at you, slowly kissing away each tear that fell from your eyes in the process.

“after all, this baby is mine, too. so there’s no way in hell i’d ever abandon you.”

your eyes widen ever so slightly before watering once more, now crying tears of joy as you fling your arms around his neck.

and while romance held you, he couldn’t help but smile-

hoping that you would give him a baby girl that looks exactly like you, gifting him a new princess that he could spend the rest of his life cherishing and spoiling with you beside him.

end notes: i apologize for my crashout earlier with that “author” callout post. i promise to never mention her again after today. have this story as a little apology, and i hope the reader who sent in this request enjoyed this, and that i did the prompt justice. 🥹 currently unedited, but i’ll make changes once this is posted.

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[brights-place]

Ooh! Open requests? Just watched Kpop demon hunters again for the 2nd time and im ngl, if they were real id be dead real quick. Jinu and Abby are fine asf, absolutely am feral for them in the demon form.

So can I have some general headcannons of the reader just doing some body worship on these two in their demon form? Cuz let's be honest here, theyd both love it and they both are touch starved as fuck. Would be pretty great if the the reader quoted the Idol song to them as they just worshipped them ngl <3

[KPDH] ．°˖✧ Ａｂｂｙ ˚₊ ⊹ & ．°˖✧ Ｊｉｎｕ ˚₊ ⊹ x GN! Reader

Contains: Suggestive, Body Worship, Praise

A/N: NO THIS ISN'T FULL ON SMUT! ALSO LOVED THIS REQUEST CAUSE I GOT TO WRITE THIS WITHOUT HESITATION!

Summary: FEEL THE WAY MY VOICE GETS UNDERNEATH YOUR SKIN, where your hand touches every single curve, line, and narrow edge of their purple patterns littered around their body, and praising their entire being with a soft smile but with eyes that would match their own gold slitted ones

━━━ ．°˖✧ Ａｂｂ ｙ ˚₊ ⊹

Ａｂｂ ｙ had never been fond of his human form. The longer he lived, the more it felt like a borrowed shell tight, artificial, and uncomfortable. Human flesh didn't feel like home anymore but he wore it anyway for the mission, hiding the truth beneath his skin, because he knew that revealing his demonic self wasn’t always safe.

Still, that changed the day he showed you. He hadn’t expected much. Maybe fear. Maybe silence. Instead, you looked at him like nothing had changed. Like he was still just Abby and when you smiled calm, soft, unafraid something inside him relaxed.

He started noticing how your eyes lingered on his demon markings. The deep purple patterns etched into his skin would glow faintly whenever he was triggered or overwhelmed silent reminders of the pact he’d made with Gwi-man. Abby hated them they made him feel exposed, cursed like a living consequence but you never looked at them with judgment only curiosity.

One night, your voice was quiet as you asked “Can I touch your patterns?” He’d tried to play it off with a casual wave of his hand, acting like it didn’t matter but it did more than he’d admit.

Now here he was leaned back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded as you nestled beside him, carefully tracing each line of glowing violet with gentle fingers. "I can be your sanctuary" Your touch was slow, focused. Not in fear, not in pity just pure, grounding care and for the first time in a long, long while… Abby let himself breathe.

Your hands glided over Abby is skin, attention zeroing onto Abby's face. The so called idol was biting into his lips, fangs digging into the protective layer of his skin chest rising and falling.

Your fingers trailed onto the patterns around his chest enjoying how he shuddered at your touch. Hands gliding around the patterns that reached down to his abs and his V-line. A smug look reached your face as you slowly dipped your head down as you allowed your lips to lightly graze his skin as Abby's clawed nails digged into your thighs. "Watch yourself"

he muttered, as you smiled softly at him sitting up a little straighter and leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. Abby let out a soft sigh as you cupped his face, your voice calm and warm.

"Relax, and I'm doing this to keep you in check" You slowly pulled away, and under your touch, his demonic purple patterns began to glow faintly responding to the softness in your hands, the care in your voice.

You smiled, healing him in more ways than one. Your lips pampered traced each mark around his lilac based skin. Abby huffed your voice muttering various praises towards him as he relaxed in your touch slightly your voice playing repeat in his head.

As you murmured praise, Abby’s eyes flickered with recognition. The words… Wait...

"Are you... are you repeating my lines?"

You paused, glancing up with a mischievous look before pressing a kiss to his abs. He chuckled, chest rumbling with laughter, and smiled for real this time. Maybe… just maybe, he didn’t mind having a partner who could love all of him even the parts he once hid i from you in shame.

━━━ ．°˖✧ Ｊｉｎｕ ˚₊ ⊹

Ｊｉｎｕ was awkward with affection especially the kind that exposed the parts of him he tried to hide.

He never expected you to ask if you could kiss his demonic markings. The moment you did, memories surged through him like a storm flashes of pain, guilt, the weight of things long buried. The glowing violet patterns that shimmered across his skin weren’t just decorations; they were the remnants of everything he regretted. His shame made visible and yet... he let you.

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his neck, leaving soft kisses not out of desire, but devotion. Gentle little reminders that he was loved, even here, even now. Jinu rested still, uncertain, but letting himself feel it.

"Ｊｉｎｕ"

You spoke his name softly, your hand rising to gently cradle his chin eyes that had seen too much, and still expected rejection. He exhaled slowly, voice low and uncertain.

"I don't want you to look at these patterns, and to see this part of me.." His gaze dropped "The one I regret deeply one of my biggest regrets and sin.. my shame that now litters my body in markings"

You said nothing at first. Instead, your fingers traced along his jaw, grounding him. Your presence was warm, unwavering. "Even after everything?" he whispered, barely audible. You leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear as you smiled softly, affection laced in every word. "Even after everything," you murmured, "I’m the only one who’ll love your sin and every part of you that came with it."

Jinu relaxed as your hands softly traced the lines of his skin, your nails gliding smoothly over the demonic patterns that marked his body. A shiver ran through him, and he tensed for a moment, but instead of pulling away, he allowed you to follow the glowing marks with gentle precision as they pulsed. His gaze stayed on you, filled with quiet uncertainty, yet there was a soft flicker of trust behind those golden eyes.

You whispered praises to him, your voice warm and unwavering, urging him to stay in place. The way your words wrapped around him, steadying him, gave him a deep sense of reassurance. The more you spoke, the more he realized you weren’t just touching him you were caring for him. It wasn’t about his demons or the shame he carried it was about him, about who he was now, with you.

Your hands never strayed far from his body, and as you held him gently in place, the patterns on his skin seemed to pulse in response to your affection with every kiss you pressed to his collarbone and every touch you bestowed upon him, Jinu felt the warmth of your devotion sink deep into his heart. The tension in his body began to melt as he allowed himself to be pampered, the sense of vulnerability slowly being replaced by something soft, something like relief.

When your nails dug into his arms, he blushed a light, awkward flush creeping onto his cheeks. It wasn’t easy for him to fully accept such tenderness, but with each careful kiss, with each whisper of praise, he let himself fall into the rhythm of your affection. He didn’t have to be afraid.

As you kissed his temple, a deep sense of calm washed over him. His guard lowered, and for the first time in a while, he allowed himself to just be to be loved. Then, he paused, a soft chuckle escaping him as he caught the mischievous grin on your face. His golden eyes softened, a playful glint returning to them as he realized something "Did you just repeat my lines before? to comfort.. Me? like be so for real right now.. [Name]" he murmured, his lips curling into a smile. The tenderness in his voice was unmistakable, a mixture of affection and light teasing.

Jinu stared at you as you shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes. “What? The song was addicting.” He couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corner of his lips. With a quiet laugh, he leaned in and pressed a quick, smug kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly golden eyes still on you, full of warmth.

You giggled, gently pushing his shoulder as you returned to pampering him, your touches soft but affectionate. Every now and then, you left light bite marks along his lilac skin, kisses trailing over the glowing flush of his demonic patterns. The violet shimmer beneath your lips pulsed gently, responding to your presence like it recognized your care.

Jinu watched you quietly, the tension long gone from his body. His gaze softened, his forehead gently pressing against yours. There, in the quiet closeness between you, he felt something unfamiliar, but comforting peace. For the first time, it felt good to show you those patterns. The ones that once symbolized only shame and regret now met with nothing but love.

۶ৎ ⌗ 𝐊-𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⸝⸝

[t4kalcvr]

IN THIS LIFE, AGAIN. — 𝖩𝖨𝖭𝖴 𝖲𝖠𝖩𝖠

WORD COUNT. 4,552 GENRE. tragedy, romance, mystery, angst, && drama. CONTENT CONTAINS. trauma, past life, reincarnation, romanticized stalking, reader gaslighting herself, denial of reality, light violence, mild mental anguish, lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers. REQUESTED BY. @theshadowsden

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

the first time you heard the bipa, it wasn’t in the palace courtyards or the grand houses where silk rustled like wind. it was down by the riverbed, where the reeds grew tall and the water ran soft and slow.

you were thirteen, maybe fourteen, and supposed to be collecting herbs. but the music—low, melancholic, and imperfect—pulled you like a thread tugged through your chest. it sounded like sorrow sung through string. like longing with a voice.

there, beneath the willow branches and the fading pink of the afternoon sky, sat a boy in tattered robes. he wore no shoes, and his dark hair was messily knotted into a topknot, strands falling over his sharp cheekbones. a wide-brimmed straw hat hung on his back by a string. his bipa was scratched and worn, its lacquer chipped, but his hands moved like he was coaxing secrets out of it.

he didn’t notice you at first—until your shadow fell across the stone he was sitting on.

he looked up, startled, eyes wide and wary. but you only smiled.

“you missed a note,” you said.

and for a second, he blinked, dumbfounded. then he smiled back, sheepish.

“i always do.”

that became your first meeting.

after that, it was as if the river was the only place where you could breathe.

you met again and again in secret. you brought him warm rice wrapped in leaves; he taught you to pluck the bipa when no one was listening. he spoke of his sisters and sick mother, of hunger and scraping by. you spoke of being the invisible middle child of a strict family, your fate sealed before you were born.

you both spoke of dreams—silly, impossible dreams.

“do you think if we played for the gods, they’d let us live twice?”

he laughed, head tilted back. the sound of it made you close your eyes.

“only if we play well.”

and when he asked your name, he said it like he was memorizing a song.

there were days when you’d fall asleep on the riverbank, the grass in your hair and the music still echoing in your chest. his voice would be the last thing you heard before dreams took you.

but dreams didn’t last.

you got sick. a fever that wouldn’t leave. the doctor said it was the lungs.

jinu came to see you, trembling with panic, dirt still under his nails, clothes smelling like sweat and smoke. he held your hand like he could keep you there by touch alone.

“i’ll fix it,” he whispered.

“i’ll do anything.”

you tried to smile, but it hurt.

“don’t do anything foolish, jinu.”

but he already had.

he went to gwi-ma under the cover of night. he asked for salvation—for his family, for you.

but death came before the demon could fulfill even half the bargain.

by the time the price was paid, it was already too late.

you were gone.

and jinu—was no longer human.

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

the plaza was packed.

a wave of fans spilled across the stone walkways and up onto benches and railings, shoulder to shoulder with office workers on break, tourists holding melting ice cream cones, and old ladies clutching woven bags like shields. the sun was bright overhead—too bright. nothing about this screamed concert.

and yet… everyone was waiting.

you stood near a noodle cart, hood up, mirrored sunglasses on. huntrix was scattered around you, each of you dressed like normal citizens, pretending not to exist.

“this feels like bait,” rumi muttered, biting into a skewer of fishcake with narrowed eyes.

“who debuts in the middle of a shopping plaza with no warning?”

“i think that’s the point,” zoey sighed, popping her gum, “shock and awe. demon style.”

“it’s working,” mira added, calm but clipped. she stood beside a potted plant like she was part of the landscaping.

then, without warning—they appeared.

not from a stage. not from the crowd. not from anywhere logical.

one moment there was space. the next, there were five of them.

pink.

so many shades of pink. bubblegum, rose, hot magenta, soft blush. each one paired with a violently bright accent—lime green, cyan, electric orange. it hurt to look at them, but somehow… they looked good.

and then the music started.

no instruments. no speakers. it just was—bouncing out of nowhere, sugary and clean like it was injected straight into the air.

the song was bouncy. addictive. every note laced with some kind of demonic compulsion—you could feel it in your teeth, like a sugar rush threatening a crash. the boys danced like they’d been doing it since birth, teleporting mid-step, glitching forward in bursts of pink smoke and sparkling flame.

“that’s not normal,” rumi hissed.

“no shit,” you muttered, but your head was nodding slightly. you clenched your jaw.

“wait… oh my god,” zoey leaned forward, eyes wide, “do you think they’re actually, like… magicians? like street illusionists or something? maybe the smoke is part of their bit!”

rumi gave her a slow side-eye.

“zoey. they’re demons.”

“oh… yeah. right. duh.”

your eyes landed on the one in the middle.

he wasn’t dressed like the others. while most of them were practically glowing with glitter, he was simpler.

black hair, parted to the side, soft and swooping gently over his forehead. a crisp white button-up shirt, sleeves tucked just above his elbows. underneath, a peek of a pink undershirt. blue jeans. sneakers. clean, casual, unbothered.

but there was something about the way he stood. relaxed. self-assured. like he could end this entire city with just a look—and didn’t feel the need to prove it.

his voice melted into the chorus—low, smooth, unreasonably pleasant.

your body stiffened.

his eyes flicked casually over the crowd—

—and then stopped.

on you.

for a second, everything else blurred. the plaza, the crowd, the music—it all slipped away.

he tilted his head and smiled.

not the kind of smile meant for fans.

it was the kind that made your blood remember things your mind hadn’t yet recalled.

you exhaled, slow.

“…that one,” you said quietly.

mira’s gaze snapped to where you were looking.

“you know him?”

“no,” you said.

but your hand had already been positioned to summon your sickle, hidden beneath your coat.

and your heart was beating too fast.

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

you should’ve been writing the report.

you should’ve been going over the plaza footage, cross-referencing magical residue, checking movement patterns, tracing teleportation anomalies—something.

but instead, you were lying on your back in the dark.

the hum of neon leaked in through your window, flashing soft pink and electric blue against the ceiling like an uninvited memory. soda pop still echoed somewhere in the back of your skull, like a ghost you hadn’t given permission to haunt you.

you groaned, dragging a hand down your face.

“it was just a concert,” you muttered.

but it wasn’t.

you’d fought demons before. dozens of them. some smooth, some cocky, some beautiful enough to make gods weep. none of them had ever made your pulse skip.

none of them had smiled at you like that.

your legs swung off the edge of the bed, bare feet pressing into the wood floor as you sat up, elbows on your knees. your hoodie was still draped over your desk chair, your sickle tucked just behind the dresser. close. always close.

you reached for your tablet and flicked it on.

the footage wasn’t official—just someone’s livestream you’d saved before it got taken down. pixelated. shaky. too bright. but there they were again, clear as anything.

five boys in pink.

you paused it on him.

he wasn’t looking at the camera.

he was looking off to the side—toward where you’d been standing.

your thumb hovered over the screen.

“who the hell are you,” you whispered.

the outfit was plain. white button-up, sleeves tucked just above his elbows. soft pink undershirt. jeans and sneakers like he had no idea what era he was supposed to be in. like he belonged anywhere.

his hair fell in a perfect swoop over his forehead. effortless. casual. too neat to be accidental.

you hated how your eyes kept finding him even when you weren’t looking for him.

you pressed pause again.

his face froze mid-movement, lips parted just slightly—almost like he was about to say something.

you clicked the screen off.

shoved the tablet under your pillow.

you were not going to dream about him.

not again.

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

there was music.

soft. slow. not the kind played on speakers or stages, but something old. wooden. stringed. plucked like the sun was setting behind it.

you couldn’t see where you were—just colors.

the pale green of reeds, the brown gold of dirt under your bare feet. a red ribbon tied around your wrist, fraying at the edges.

“you’re late again,” a voice said—young, teasing, familiar. it pulled at something behind your ribs.

you turned, but the dream shifted.

the face changed. blurred. eyes dark, smile crooked. his name hovered at the tip of your tongue, but your dream-self couldn’t speak it.

he sat on a stone with a bipa in his lap. the strings looked worn. one of them had snapped. he was still playing it anyway.

“if we play for the gods,” he said, gaze steady, “do you think they’ll let us live twice?”

you felt your own voice answer. not your present voice. not your now. younger. breathier. tired.

“only if we play well.”

his smile faded. he reached toward you—but the image flickered like a dying candle flame.

he was further now. across the river. mist curling between you.

your lungs burned. you tried to cross the water, but your feet sank.

and he looked at you like he was losing something all over again.

“don’t die,” he said quietly.

you wanted to say you wouldn’t. you wanted to say you didn’t plan to, but the dream collapsed around you.

you sat up gasping.

sweat clung to your neck, your hair, your spine. your chest heaved like you’d just surfaced from deep underwater. your sheets were tangled and half-soaked.

for a long moment, you just stared at your hands.

they were trembling.

your eyes darted to the tablet still shoved under your pillow.

you didn’t touch it.

instead, you rose from the bed, dragging the heavy blanket off your legs, moving on instinct alone. the room felt too small. the air was too thick. you stepped barefoot onto the cold floor, padded toward the glass door, and pushed it open with one hand.

the balcony was quiet. the city shimmered far below in shades of gold and indigo. somewhere, a train rumbled. a dog barked. neon buzzed.

you leaned over the railing, let the wind hit your face.

your skin felt too thin.

that melody—the one in your dream—still echoed inside you like a ghost trying to get out.

“what the hell are you,” you whispered.

and in the back of your mind, something answered.

not with words, but with music.

you stayed on your balcony, elbows against the railing, eyes unfocused as you watched headlights smear across buildings like ghost trails. your skin had finally stopped tingling. your breath had evened. the dream still clung to the corners of your mind, but it was fading now. melting.

then something shifted behind you.

not a noise, not even a breeze, just a weight in the air.

you turned.

and there it was—lying near your plants, tucked just beneath the long leaves of the aloe pot.

a card.

you hadn’t heard it land. hadn’t seen it fall. hadn’t felt a single tremor of movement on the balcony. but it was there now, plain and heavy in its silence.

you stepped forward slowly.

the card was… cute.

the front was printed with a pastel pink background and a cartoon plushie animal—somewhere between a bear and a bunny. it had stubby paws and little button eyes. above it, in a bubbly font: “hello!”

you blinked.

your fingers hovered, then picked it up.

and felt it.

the aura was faint, but unmistakable—like something pressed just behind your eyes. a humming beneath your skin. not powerful, not threatening. just… wrong. demonic.

you opened the card.

five words, handwritten in neat, steady script:

let’s meet up.

goldleaf ferry station, platform thirteen.

fifteen minutes.

and beneath that—signed with a casual little flourish:

– jinu :)

your stomach dropped.

“what,” you breathed.

your heart kicked into your throat. the same name as the one who had looked at you like he knew you. like he remembered something you hadn’t even remembered yourself.

you turned the card over. nothing but soft pink. no sigils. no blood. just… a smiling bunny thing and the casual handwriting of someone too sure of himself.

your fingers clenched around it.

he knew where you lived.

he’d stepped onto your balcony. left this ridiculous, adorable, wrong little card like it was an invitation to a picnic.

your body moved fast—back into your room, pulling your hoodie over your head, lacing your boots.

you weren’t going to meet him, you were going to find out who the hell he really was, and make him tell you why your dreams were full of his voice.

goldleaf ferry station was technically still in use. technically.

but no one really came here anymore.

the newer subway lines had swallowed it whole—sleek, digital, bright. this place was analog. aging. the kind of space that wasn’t haunted, just forgotten. ticket kiosks still blinked lazily near the entrance, their screens coated in a thin layer of dust. the overhead lights flickered in long, tired intervals, but the floors were clean.

you stepped inside with your hood up, hands buried in your jacket pockets. the plushie card was still folded in your palm.

you didn’t know why you brought it, just holding it made you want to punch something.

there was no one at the front desk. no other passengers. a few vending machines hummed to themselves. in the distance, the mechanical groan of a delayed train echoed and faded. otherwise—nothing.

you checked the old map on the wall. there was no platform thirteen listed.

of course there wasn’t.

still, your feet moved like they knew the way.

down two flights of stairs. past a locked maintenance gate. a sharp turn through a rusted side corridor that smelled like cold iron and old paper. and there it was.

platform thirteen.

not glowing. not ominous. just… a platform.

a long bench. a cracked speaker above it. a trash can that had seen better decades.

you stood at the edge, toeing the yellow line.

“this is stupid,” you whispered to yourself, “this is so fucking stupid.”

you turned to leave, and then—

“i’m glad you came.”

the voice wasn’t loud. it wasn’t smug. it wasn’t even close.

it was just there, behind you. soft. careful. warm.

your hand went to your sickle instantly. you turned fast, ready to fight.

but your body didn’t move.

not really.

because he was standing there.

a hoodie.

just a plain, oversized hoodie—washed black, sleeves tugged over his hands like he’d been fidgeting with them. loose sweatpants. sneakers. hair still parted neatly, a soft swoop over his forehead.

him.

from the plaza. from the stage.

he looked so… normal. like someone you’d pass on a bus. like someone you could’ve trusted. like someone you could’ve loved, once.

your mouth dried. your grip on your weapon faltered.

and he—

he was smiling like it hurt to do it.

like he hadn’t done it in a long time.

his eyes found yours like they’d been waiting.

“do you remember me?”

his voice wasn’t deep. not overly charming. it was gentle—like a bruise you forgot you had until someone touched it.

your whole body tensed.

because something about him did feel familiar. not in the face, or the voice, or the shape. just… underneath.

like the smell of rain before it falls. like a song you used to hum in childhood.

you hated that.

you hated him.

“don’t play games,” you snapped, “i don’t know you.”

his smile twitched, faltered.

“you do. maybe not here,” he tapped the side of his head, “but somewhere in there—your soul does.”

“no.” your voice was sharp now. colder. you stepped back, “in no lifetime would i have ever been friends with someone like you.”

that hit him.

you saw it.

like you’d carved the words straight into his chest.

still, he stepped closer. slow. cautious.

“you used to call me liar,” he said quietly, “but you never really meant it. you knew i was just trying to keep you safe. back then. before the fever. before—”

“shut up.” your hands were shaking now—not with fear. not quite anger, but with the pressure of almost remembering.

like a name you couldn’t recall. like a melody stuck in your teeth.

“i don’t know you,” you said again, sharper, “and whatever this is—whatever trick you’re trying to pull—it’s not going to work. i don’t care if you wore a hoodie or if you smiled or if you knew some version of me that no longer exists.”

“she still exists,” he whispered.

“no, she doesn’t.”

you moved before you thought. swinging the sickle in one clean, perfect arc, aimed for his side—

and hit nothing. just air.

a faint curl of warmth, like breath against your skin.

he was gone.

you were left standing on the empty platform, blade humming faintly in your grip.

your pulse thundered in your ears.

“coward,” you spat into the silence.

and yet, your chest felt hollow.

you hated that it didn’t feel like a win.

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

the next morning, rumi asked why you looked like you hadn’t slept.

you shrugged.

mira watched you too closely.

zoey offered a glitter face mask and said, “maybe you’re haunted.”

you laughed it off.

you said nothing.

not about the card. not about the platform. not about him.

he wasn’t important. it wasn’t important.

he was just another demon with a gimmick and a hoodie and too many soft words.

so you buried it.

deep.

and he came back anyway.

the first time was the alley behind your training studio. you were drenched in sweat, shirt clinging to your back, water bottle halfway to your lips when you felt it—that warmth again, like candlelight brushing your skin.

you turned.

he was leaning against the wall.

hands in his pockets. hood up. silent. he didn’t speak. just looked at you.

you threw the bottle at him.

it hit the wall.

he vanished.

the second time was at the bookstore near the train line. you were crouched in the nonfiction aisle, flipping through a history text on reincarnation—not because you believed, but because you were curious. annoyed. trying to disprove the ache in your chest.

you felt him before you saw him.

he stood near the end of the aisle.

wearing a soft blue sweater this time.

holding a book he wasn’t reading.

you froze. didn’t move.

he smiled.

soft. patient.

like he knew you’d come around eventually.

you walked straight past him, shoulder knocking his with more force than necessary.

he didn’t follow.

third time: your balcony.

again.

he didn’t leave a card this time.

just himself.

sitting with his legs crossed near your plants like he belonged there.

you opened the door with a blade already drawn.

he didn’t flinch.

just tilted his head, eyes searching.

“do your teammates know you’re this dramatic?”

you slammed the door in his face.

but you didn’t sleep that night.

he came again.

a rooftop.

a crosswalk.

outside a laundromat, flipping through a manga like he had time to waste.

always alone. always watching. never speaking unless you did first.

no threats, no chaos, just presence and that’s what made it worse, because your brain hated him.

but your soul—

your soul paused.

just for a moment.

during one of the quieter visits—outside the café you always stopped at on fridays—he didn’t look at you.

just sat two tables down, hoodie pulled over his ears, sipping from a paper cup. and you looked at his hands.

his fingers. long and calloused.

as if they’d once played something—an instrument, maybe.

and suddenly, that dream came back.

strings. music.

you blinked hard.

“no,” you whispered. you left your drink behind and ran.

but the taste of something old and sweet clung to the back of your throat for hours.

you found him under the streetlight, right where you knew he’d be.

he didn’t flinch when you approached. didn’t move. just stood there in a dark green hoodie, sleeves stretched over his hands again like they always were. his hair was messier than usual, like he’d been tugging on it, like maybe you weren’t the only one losing sleep.

you didn’t hesitate.

you stormed toward him, boots echoing off the concrete, your sickle already strapped beneath your jacket. he didn’t need to see it. he knew it was there.

“i want answers,” you said, the words barely controlled through your teeth, “real ones. now.”

he looked at you like he’d been waiting for this. like maybe he’d rehearsed the moment in his head a thousand times.

he didn’t smile. not this time.

“ask.”

you hated how calm he was.

“who are you,” you hissed, stepping closer, “and don’t give me that reincarnation bullshit. i want the truth. what do you know about me? why do you keep following me? why me?”

his gaze didn’t falter.

“because i knew you before,” he said softly, “and i never stopped loving you.”

it hit you like a slap to the ribs. no ceremony. no buildup. just those words, dropped at your feet like a broken offering.

“no,” you said, but it didn’t sound convincing, “you’re a demon. you lie. that’s what you do.”

“i lied once,” he whispered, “a long time ago. and i lost you for it.”

you felt the anger bubbling under your skin—too raw, too wild.

“i don’t remember you,” you snapped.

“i know.”

“i don’t care who you think i was—”

“her name was y/n.”

you froze.

he stepped closer, slow, deliberate, like he knew every inch you’d allow before you’d strike.

“you had a laugh like windchimes,” he said. “and you braided my hair wrong every time. you used to steal rice from the temple kitchens and bring it to me like it was treasure. you told me the gods were cruel, but you still prayed every morning just in case.”

his voice cracked, just slightly, “you died in my arms.”

your heart lurched. your throat clenched.

“stop,” you whispered.

“you were sick. and we couldn’t afford a healer. i begged gwi-ma to save you. instead, he saved my family and cursed me.”

“shut up.”

“i waited every century hoping your soul would find its way back.”

you backed away.

not because you were scared of him, but because your knees were giving out beneath the weight of something too big to hold. your pulse roared in your ears. your vision blurred at the edges.

“i don’t know you,” you said again, but your voice trembled, “i never would’ve known you.”

his hand lifted—slow, careful. he reached like he meant to brush your hair back, just once, the way someone might with an old love they thought they’d never see again.

you flinched away like it burned.

“you’re not her,” he said gently, “but she’s still in you.”

you turned and ran.

your room was dark when you slammed the door behind you, but you didn’t turn the lights on.

you dropped your jacket on the floor and crawled into your bed without thinking, your skin buzzing like electricity, your heart thudding loud enough to shake the silence. you yanked the blanket over your head and curled in on yourself, hands gripping the sheets like armor.

you could still hear his voice. still feel that sick ache in your chest. still see his eyes when he said your name like it was something holy.

you told yourself it was a trick. a demon’s lie. a carefully constructed illusion to throw you off.

but a name you’d never told anyone now echoed inside you like it had always been yours.

you breathed hard under the blankets, jaw clenched, chest tight.

you didn’t cry. you just lay there. and eventually—

somehow—

sleep took you.

but it didn’t feel like rest, it felt like drowning.

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡

you woke to music.

it was soft at first. almost imagined. just a thread of sound tangled in your breath, weaving through the blanket still half-slipped over your legs.

you blinked, slow.

your room was dark. the city outside was quiet—no horns, no buzz, no voices. just that sound, impossibly clear, floating like dust in a beam of moonlight.

not a guitar.

not a violin.

something older. something deeper.

you sat up with a groggy breath, rubbing your hands over your face, your head fuzzy with sleep. your limbs were heavy, reluctant. like the dream still clung to you, refusing to let go.

but the sound tugged.

gently.

you stumbled to your feet, still wearing your hoodie from earlier, the hem brushing against your thighs. your eyes were half-lidded as you moved toward the window, confused but compelled, heart already beating slower—not from fear, but something quieter. something warm.

the closer you got, the more certain you became:

it wasn’t a guitar.

it was a bipa.

and not just any melody—it was one you knew. not from memory, not from a mission, but from you. from nights alone when you searched for songs that sounded like longing. ancient love ballads half-lost to time. this was one of them. slow, mournful, reverent. every note aching like it remembered what it once meant to someone.

you slid open the glass door.

the breeze met you first, brushing against your cheek like a familiar hand.

and there he was.

jinu.

sitting cross-legged on the balcony floor between your plants, lit only by the spill of moonlight and the soft blue halo of the streetlamp below. his hoodie was the color of the ocean before dawn. his bipa rested against his legs like it had never left them, like it was carved for him and him alone.

he didn’t look at you.

not right away.

he just played.

his fingers moved with certainty and softness, calloused and steady. every pluck of the string rang clean into the night air, winding around your lungs, your ribs, the edges of your eyes.

and then—

he started to sing.

not loud. not performed. just… sung.

his voice was deep and smooth, low like the hush before a storm, warm like a fire built just for two. the words were old. you didn’t understand all of them. but you felt them. love not as a firework, but as a promise. devotion not in grand gestures, but in staying. in waiting. in knowing.

the kind of song you only sang for someone you’d already lost.

your feet didn’t move, but your throat tightened. your breath caught.

you stared.

he finished the last note with a whisper.

and as the silence swelled as you moved closer toward him, your lips parted.

“you missed a note,” you said, barely more than a breath.

he looked up at you.

his eyes shimmered with something soft. not surprise. not apology. just honesty.

“i always do,” he said.

and for the first time, you didn’t look away.

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[aritsukemo]

Appreciation | Jinu

Summary: Jinu tries ( and fails ) to convince you not to kiss his demon markings.

Warnings: Sassy reader ahead. That said, there's a lot of eye rolling in this. Read at your own volition!

A/N: Little warmup to get me in the mood to continue writing requests. Been absence due to work ( my feet are killing me ) but I'm back with more kpdh because I'm considering rewatching the movie for the fourth time. Was considering adding Rumi and Baby Saja but went against it because it'd take up my whole night but uh yeah I love the Saja Boys demon forms and this is just my excuse to vicariously live through reader-inserts.

Tagging: @snowy-violet

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"What are you doing?" Jinu asks, one of his golden eyes cracking open to peek at you as you lined his jaw with pecks.

"I'm making a cake," You sassed, throwing in a roll of your eyes before admitting, "I'm kissing the marks on your face."

"What— Why?!" He immediately swerves his head away, dodging your next kiss, much to your annoyance.

"Hey!" You said in a way that's almost whining, leaning in again as you said, "Get back here! I wasn't done—!"

He weaves again, sounding oddly terrified as he shoots out, "Di- Don't kiss them!"

"Why not? They're cool — and they glow when I kiss them. See—" You lean in to demonstrate, but as soon as your lips brush his skin, he yanks away from you and you groan in response.

"These markings were burned into my skin by the King of Demons. Your lips shouldn't be anywhere near something so, so—"

"Epic?" You cut off and the look Jinu gives you is dripping with judgment. You groan again.

"Come onnn, babe. Just lemme kiss 'em. What's the worst that could happen..?" You say as you reach out to grab his wrist with the intent of pulling him in again, face drooping like a sad little pup who just got their favorite toy taken from them.

Jinu almost gives in. Almost.

"Kissing them could have side effects," He shoots out, breaking eye contact with you to break the spell you're no doubt casting on him right now.

"Like..?" You drawl, and he soon responds with, "Like... Like inflammation from poison or- or some radiation sickness caused by the light or something!"

"Last I checked you weren't a snake or the sun sooo I think I'm good," You say.

"You never know!"

Fed up with his nonsense, you pounce. Tackling Jinu and ignoring his screams of protests as you situate yourself atop his lap and cup his face. Like this, you can see the darken flush of his cheeks more clearly — how the deep purple of his blush mixes with the light iris of his skin — and you can't help but grin in amusement.

"Got anymore excuses?" You ask as if you were requesting his final words before cutting him down.

"They're ugly...?" He replies pitifully. A blocky, toothy, awkward smile quirking on his face as if that'd make his reason anymore convincing.

And that's when you roll your eyes for a final time before you lean in, and this time, Jinu doesn't try to fight you or pull away from the tickling feeling of your soft kisses on the open cracks in his skin as he accepts his defeat in all of its fluttering, flustering glory.

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest, post formatting is inspired by @xxsabitoxx

[seneon]

NOTHING AND SOMETHING ──── jinu × fem¡reader.

about. in which, from a courtesan girl with nothing but beauty, to a girl with something to the singer boy. set in ancient rural¡korea au. pure sweetness and romance with the minor mentions of blood. 2700+ words.

notes. this is actually an old piece which i never published, and it kinda fits jinu. i lied about posting next week LOL. also, the courtesan part is only at the start btw

IT WAS IN THAT MOMENT, that a young boy with black hair was captured by such beauty.

he was fifteen, and by the greatest fate, was already well known by the entire kingdom for his heavenly voice. so what will happen when a young junior courtesan’s beauty catches the eyes of a royal singer?

jinu was on a mission to deliver plentiful harmonies to a higher ranking courtesan. instead, he came across the youngest girl who they have in the brothel.

you only spoke a little, very much aware of the existence of the well honoured singer recognised by the emperor himself.

so polite and kind in a rather closed off way, he wishes you would bloom and smile like a shining diamond.

soon a senior courtesan came to pay her undivided attention to the young and talented boy. but not before seeing your existence as a mere nuisance in the midst.

why, a young girl who barely even knows how to please a man dares to breathe the same air as the older woman?

the beauty you held is dangerous enough for the other courtesan. with repulse, the older woman landed a slap on your face, then a string of vile words came out from the woman’s mouth. and soon the salty tears rolled down your soft cheeks.

your existence ceased to exist after the older woman declared your presence to be erased from the room. after all, you were just a mere fifteen girl who was traded in for the price your parents couldn’t pay.

you were nothing.

the singer boy frowns at the way your body slumps just as you retreated far away to who knows where in this brothel that seemed to be your newfound hell.

so when dusk arrived, jinu set out to commit a crime worthy of his life. he wanted to rescue the girl he thought was so beautiful. it was simple when his soul demanded a reason—he wanted to see her beauty again and forever.

ROSES ARE SYMBOLS OF LOVE. the flower that bathed in exquisite and rich crimson red was placed down at the fingers of the boy. brown eyes lock themselves onto the single flower that rests atop jinu’s soft palms.

he scanned it while perking a brow up. confusion took over his mind as he looked at you who had given him a single rose. you stood there, awaiting for his next move as you sipped on whatever amazing juice that jinu had brewed for you.

“what is this?”

“a flower, silly.”

it has been a few months since jinu had taken you away from the brothel, bringing you back to the palace to vouch for the wonders your beauty you could do. up until then, you’ve been working with the boy and serving as his graceful dancer while he sings and plays the bipa for the crowd.

you kept your silence and watched him. he was such a mysterious and kind soul. yet, there was always something deep down inside that made you curious. you did not understand why, but you had always wanted to be by his side.

maybe it was because you owe him for saving your life, or maybe it was the mysteriousness that ate you away.

perhaps something else entirely different.

“and it’s a flower for...?” he questioned, holding it up to inspect every detail of it.

an inward laugh escaped from your lips applied with the softest and lightest colored lip balm.

“for you.”

now jinu was even more confused.

“for me?”

you hummed in response. “i thought it would be perfect to give it to you since it reminded me of you,” you explained, nodding your head slowly with a cheeky smile and blush. “as handsome as a flower could get in the flower kingdom.”

honestly, jinu has no idea how to react to what he just heard. how could he, when sweet words of poetry invaded his ears and found a spot in his heart to create a veil of warmth that surrounds him?

only a simple flower from you could bring the ultimate warmth out of him, and he was going to treasure it until the very day it withers into oblivion, along with the cheeky smile you have on your face.

LIFE IN THE FORM OF DARK RED RIVER. your gaze was fixed on the boy of seventeen, his hands stained with a warm red that itched at the back of his mind. marks ingrained on his skin as they slowly crawled up his neck and down his arms.

under your beautiful eyes, he covers his arms immediately, fear making its debut at how you would react to them.

it cannot happen so soon. not when he has everything he had ever wanted. not when his voice reaches out to the souls of the people, granting them joy. not when you tell him how much his voice is a soothing balm to your soul whenever he sings to you every night.

not when he has you.

you remained stoic in your spot. your eyes are unreadable this time, the way they bore into jinu’s gave him the initial fear that you might just see him in a fearful and different way than the usual soft and affectionate gaze that you always gave him.

jinu takes a step back, suddenly wary of your eyes looking over the blood on his hands. he wanted to flee, wanted to run from you, all just so you would not be the next one whose soul he is going to consume. so you will provide the next blood in which he will bathe in.

before the boy could even take the next step of his sandals, you reached out in three quick strides and wrapped your gentle fingers around his bloodstained wrist.

jinu wanted to protest and pull his hands away from your grip. but he could not, not when your fingers were so warm against his cold wrist.

“i’m dangerous, you shouldn’t.”

“and i do not care,” you replied after taking out your handkerchief which he weaved for you in his free times. you wiped his bloody fingers with such gentleness that it silenced the singer boy.

you could not care if his hands were stained with the blood of others. his hands will always remain something that made you feel safe every time he held you in his arms. nothing could compare to his gentleness when he braids your hair every morning.

gentle and kind with your touch, the boy felt some warmth around his cheeks. a field of roses had spread across his face, the colours almost as prominent that the blood which were splattered across his fair cheeks. he tried his hardest to contain that fuzzy little feeling in him.

your fingers now stained red too, and jinu brushed his thumb against your skin before planting a chaste kiss onto the bloodied spot.

“i don’t want to get your skin dirty,” said the boy as he took the handkerchief, tossing it away. “i’ll get you new ones. keep your hands off of dirty things.”

“but—”

“no buts. we get out of here and get you new handkerchiefs. come,” jinu said and grabbed your hand, walking away from the scene where the air reeked of blood.

he is going to abandon everything and run away with you.

IT BEGAN AS A WHISPER IN THE AIR. the day had been beautiful and the sky was like a dome of plasma-blue. the clouds had looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of sun. now, the heavens rained down the cries of the celestials.

cold and wet gems rained onto the canopy cloth, emitting the echoes of millions and millions of tiny taps. demon boy jinu shifted his umbrella just a few inches above his view, observing the girl who stood in the middle of the walkway.

the look you held while looking up in the sky was exactly similar to a child that had gone stargazing for the first time. it was golden and angelic. with the rain that planted cold kisses on your skin, the water found its way to shelter itself into your clothes, slowly soaking them.

“jinu, it’s raining…” you murmured softly, extending a hand out to feel the gentle droplets tapping themselves onto your palms.

it was no surprise to jinu that you knew he was behind you, watching, and admiring you. even in the soothing weather, you resembled an ancient portrait of a maiden.

“huh, i can see that,” the boy walked over to you and shifted the position of his umbrella, so you two could share instead of you getting your skin even damper.

a smile slithered across your face, glancing up to the tall boy, “course’ you can, umbrella boy.”

he cringed at the silly nickname, a frown surfacing as you pursed your lips together. yet a soft chuckle emitted from the depths of his throat later on, arousing a mutual chuckle from you.

it was music to his ears amidst the voices that haunted him from within. even the way the corner of your eyes crinkled was enough to form spluttering butterflies in his stomach.

“you’re really beautiful,” he incoherently murmured, so softly. it does not reach your ears. so you tilted your head in confusion, a visibly confused expression took over your entire mind.

“what?”

a lightly tinted blush— not very much visible to one's eyes, started to sprout across his cheeks.

“what did you say?” you asked again. and his lips then curved upwards into a short smile that you managed to capture,

“i said, you're really beautiful. like an angel.”

the sight of him with a quick smile so genuine has your insides turning into a mess. it was not one of those fake smiles he gave to the kings or noblewomen or the courtesans just to please them.

this smile is special.

it was just for you and you alone.

IT HAS BEEN TWO YEARS. even so, not a single moment went by where he was never left intimidated by your beauty. you brought him out of his little dark and claustrophobic void, introducing him to a whole new world that one fateful night.

slowly with just you being in his reach, he could feel his heart thumped and thumped louder. with each soft, slow-paced thump, it grew into loud and fast-paced beats. you never failed to create butterflies that would flutter and dance about in his soul, enjoying themselves in the meadow.

the both of you are nineteen now. with each day that went by within a blur, you grew even more beautiful. it was breathtaking whenever he laid his eyes on you, even though he had gotten so used to your beauty.

all while he now had to hide within the darkness of gwi-ma, the king of the underworld, and the voices that lingered at the back of his mind was enough to drive him into a state of madness—something he wanted to conceal from you completely.

his golden eyes shifted to your form, where you sat by a lake, gently dipping your fingers into the cold waters to wash off one in a million of the handkerchiefs jinu had bought you which you had stained dirty with the blood of his victims after cleaning him up.

under a sky of perfect midnight velvet, under stars so brilliant they drew the eyes heaven bound. regardless of the strange situation you now live in with jinu, your hair was dripping with jewels, diamonds too perfect for anyone to gaze upon without stumbling in awe.

they were the diamond jewelry he had gotten you for your eighteenth birthday.

wild serenity filled every moment. dark light honoured the earth, and everything was as still as a moonlit lake.

everything was peaceful, quiet and so calming. yet, you could not shake off this… odd and fuzzy feeling. it lingered around your chest too often, demanding for an answer on the inside.

what was it that you kept feeling around a jinu after all these years? in your heart, you quietly asked the silvery midnight of a moon reflected in the lake.

“what are you doing out here so late?” the oh so familiar voice questioned.

you snapped out of your trance and looked at him momentarily, patting the spot beside you. “cannot sleep. my mind is too clouded right now.”

“ah,” jinu replied and sat down beside you. he followed your gaze—which went back to admiring the starry night instead of the lake. your fingers and the handkerchief were still dipped in the lake, gently swaying back and forth from the colliding waters.

it was a moment to treasure.

“jinu, do you ever feel this weird, annoying and fuzzy feeling around your chest?”

“what do you mean?”

you held your clenched fists near your chest and looked down at your. “i always get those feelings whenever i am with this one boy. he makes me weak, if not for his perfect presence that cleanses my sins.”

wasting no time, you pointed your free fingers at the boy beside you, a frown taking over your smile. “you. you’re the one making me feel like this. but... why?”

why?

does the now demon boy himself even know? if only he knew the answer, he could have helped you understand it more. deep down, he guessed and debated about it, as he was feeling the same thing, even right now. being close to you was something he had learned to appreciate.

time had seemed to stop around everywhere. the street, the village, the entire universe. but, the moon continued to illuminate the secrets of the heavens onto the two young souls—one pure, and the other tainted.

it was silent. a comfortable yet uneasy silence that could bring forth the ultimate summer and it felt as if there were snakes slithering around. jinu did not know how to feel, what to feel. as he only felt the moon of the frozen sky painted a warm palette into his chest.

the male could not take it anymore. he needed to get it off his chest, if not all he would think about is you, a blessing from heaven, the forgiver of all living things on earth. a burst of emotions exploded, overpowering the whispers of gwi-ma, and he groaned in silent annoyance.

“look, in the books of the palace i read, that those feelings are what’s called love. and i—”

“love you.”

“yes that, thank you. i love you too.”

...

oh.

he facepalmed once the realisation hit, a deep red blush sprouting from both your cheeks. an awkward tension filled the air. you played with the lake waters shyly, and the boy looked away, silently cursing himself for the humiliating thing he said out loud.

what had he just said?

jinu, what the hell is wrong with you?

...

after a long stretch of silence, jinu finally breaks it.

“i… i don’t know if it’ll work out,” he admitted, his golden gaze lowering to the lake beneath, seeing solace in the gentle waves. “i mean, i’m cursed. a demon, i’m not lovable. i abandoned my mother and sister and left them to suffer.”

jinu continued, his hands reaching out into the lake to gently take your hands out from the waters, setting your soaked handkerchief aside and taking his own clean handkerchief to wipe your hands.

you watched in silence as he cleaned your hands, letting his words seeped into your soul. his gentle touch so comforting, even though if his hands were cold and his nails were as sharp as a monster’s.

“regardless of all your imperfections and mistakes and flaws, i still love you,” you said softly, thumb brushing his cold knuckles before you looked at him. “even if you are a demon, i still love you. and even if you will live for an eternity and i will die anytime, my feelings for you will never change. i love you. i was nothing back then, but now i am something with you.”

oh, you.

what should jinu do?

a smile so everlastingly sweet formed on jinu’s face just as he intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you closer just so he could feel your skin and bask in your warmth.

“i’ll never understand why you love me, but i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he whispered before pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead, keeping you close like you are the only thing he ever needs.

“you’re my pretty girl. and you mean everything to me.”

CENTURIES OF LONELINESS CRACKS, at the exact moment you approached the table, a poster and a silver marker pen in your hand. you looked as radiant and beautiful as jinu had always remembered.

nothing changed in the way your hair flows and the way your smile could warm even the coldest of hearts.

he took the silver marker pen and the saja boys poster, signed his name on it before looking up at you again, a familiar smile surfacing on his cheeks.

“i’ve miss you, my pretty girl.”

your excited grin drops to a more softer smile, retrieving a piece of diamond jewelry out from your hair to set it on the table, one that he gave you centuries ago.

it seems like fate is a funny thing, making nothing into something, mending your destinies together.

“i’ve missed you too.”

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[shouyuus]

sfw; human!jinu au

right but human!au jinu who's kind of a bastard when you first meet him because he was abandoned as a kid or something and is viciously insecure so he tries to keep his distance just to make sure he can never get hurt like that again, because so long as he keeps people at arm's length then they won't have the power to hurt him. uses his looks to fool around a bit in college, is pretty good at sports, so probably on the basketball team, builds up this reputation for being kind of a fuckboy jock, but you could've sworn you've seen him sitting by himself in the library, tucked into the corner table, humming to himself, so quietly that he probably doesn't think anyone can hear.

who meets your eyes sometimes in the dining commons and you can see the facade flicker, just for a moment.

"the library's closing soon."

he jolts awake, jerking up, wincing as his cheek unsticks itself from a page in his music theory textbook. he blinks up at you for a solid three seconds before he gathers himself enough for words --

"-- shit, sorry uh --" he grabs at his papers and books, trying to shove them into his bag even as you drop into the seat next to him, cocking your head as you watch.

"that was a joke," you say, completely straight-faced, "you know that the library doesn't actually close, right?"

jinu freezes; the tips of his ears are a vivid, burning red.

a tiny grin twitches at the corner of your lips.

he turns back to face you, a frown dug deep between his brows.

"and who're you again?"

you reach into your bag and tug out a stack of papers and a red pen. he eyes it with mild curiosity.

"i'm the ta for that music theory class you've been 'auditing' for nearly an entire semester," you answer, jerking your chin towards the textbook still peaking out of his bag.

the heat works it's way into his cheeks till he's red down to the roots of his hair. he clears his throat, grasps for something to say but he comes up empty. so he settles for frowning a bit harder and crossing his arms, staring as you start to mark up the papers.

"you've got a good voice y'know." you don't look up.

jinu jumps so hard his knee bangs into the table. he hisses with pain, curling into the chair as you glance up.

"ow -- fuck!"

you blink at him as he sighs, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly.

"you should just take the class if you want to that badly."

"whatever."

"i mean, i could kick you out," you muse, dropping your eyes back to the papers, "technically, you're not allowed to 'audit' a class for more than the first month but since i'm the one who takes attendance..." you trail off.

jinu scoffs, "right. cool. so what is it? what'dya want? front row seats to the big game next week? abby's number? a date with me?" he smirks.

you cock an eyebrow, "i... think i'll pass... on all the above, thanks. why're you so cagey about taking a music theory class, anyway?"

jinu stares at you for a moment before shrugging, "'s just not... on brand for... someone like me, y'know?"

your eyebrows ascend the planes of your forehead as you deadpan at him. he withers slightly, scratching at the back of his head, tugging on the strings of his hoodie, his eyes flickering across the table like a frantic dragonfly, uncertain of the waters below.

"on... brand?" you prompt.

at this, jinu sighs, slumping back in his seat and casting his eyes towards the ceiling.

"it's just -- the team'd probably -- i dunno -- make fun of me or something if they found out --"

you frown, "who cares about that?"

jinu flicks his eyes at you, "i do -- they're kinda my friends."

"doesn't really sound like friends if you can't even take a music class without them judging you."

jinu rolls his eyes, "yeah well... they're the only friends i've got so."

you resume your grading, "not the only friends."

jinu huffs out a breath, "really? and who else --" but he cuts off as soon as you glance up to meet his eyes.

you watch as his cheeks mottle with color and he chews on his bottom lip. after another churning, thickening silence, he asks --

"why're you doing this?"

you sigh, putting down your pen.

"like i said, you've got a nice voice. and you seem to really like the class. i just think that you'd do well in it, that's all."

"that's... really all?"

you nod. a soft, disbelieving smile ghosts across his lips. it looks strange on him, like his muscles don't quite remember what it's like to do such a thing without an ulterior motive.

his eyes flicker from the papers to your face. the little smile tugs into a much more practiced grin, his eyebrows quirking into his signature smolder.

"so. you gonna gimme the pop quiz questions for class tomorrow morning?"

you rap him on the forehead with your red pen.

"don't push it."

jinu laughs, the sound deep and charming.

"c'mooooon. i thought we were friends, hm?" his smile is devious and wide and altogether way too roguish.

you bite down the heat slowly working it's way up your neck and recompose yourself as you go back to your grading.

"but i could be convinced into helping you study for it. because that's what friends are supposed to do."

jinu's smile flickers for a second before it settles into something a bit softer, a bit sadder, and he nods.

"yeah... yeah, i think i can live with that."

[sajaboyscumdump]

methamphetamine hydYOUchloride I fluff ft. jinu saja & you

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the world warned him about alcohol, cigarettes, and all sorts of drugs.

but it never warned him about you.

the sweetest drug to ever exist. one look at your gorgeous smile, his mind would go haywire. his breath would be taken away. his heart would be beating right out of his chest. all his system functions would explode.

but he can't do anything about it.

that's the thing about drugs. you just can't get enough.

as his fingers combed the loose tendrils of your hair, and your eyes lovingly meet his brown eyed gaze as you lay down on his lap, him whispering sweet nothings that make you giggle because of your lover's randomness...

his heart flutters as the effects of his drug, you, kicks in again.

jinu is an addict.

but there's no way he'll ever go to rehab for it.

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repost from old acc <3

[jinubear]

WORM? ☆ would jinu saja love you, if you were a worm? fluff, crack. gender-neutral!reader. hater jinu :(

you're nestled comfortably in jinu's arms, the soft fabric of his shirt a familiar comfort against your cheek. his attention, however, is elsewhere, completely absorbed by the endless scroll of his phone screen.

a dramatic sigh escapes your lips, born of pure boredom. you tilt your head back, trying to catch his eye. "would you love me," you begin, a mischievous glint in your gaze, "if i were a worm?"

it doesn't even take him a beat. before you can even finish the thought, he lets out a dismissive snort. "no."

you immediately pull away, crossing your arms with a huff. "hey! what do you mean, no?"

he finally looks up from his phone, his brow furrowed as he debates his next words. "well, not like that. what would i even do with a worm?"

a wide grin splits your face, and you clap your hands together. "you could carry me around! like, in your pocket, y'know?"

jinu wrinkles his nose in distaste. you grab a nearby pillow and chuck it at him, which he catches with effortless ease. "worms are gross," he says, a hint of a shudder in his voice. "i'm not… an animal person."

"liar," you retort, a playful accusation in your tone. "you have that cat… thing. and the crow!"

"first of all, it's not a crow. it's a magpie." he sees your mouth open, undoubtedly to argue, but he cuts you off. "there's a difference."

you lean in, lowering your voice to a fierce whisper. "it has six eyes! and… a worm is creepy?"

"i would love you, if you were a worm. i'd build you a little worm house," you mumble under your breath, a mock pout on your lips.

he catches it, of course. with a gentle tug, he pulls you close again, his hand cupping your cheek in that familiar way that always makes your heart do a little flip.

"quit moping," your boyfriend says, a warm smile playing on his lips. "how about i make it up to you, huh?"

and just like that, jinu shows you how much he loves you as a person.

[mindless-existence1]

Kpop Demon Hunters

Humanized!Jinu x Manager!Reader Pt2

Summery: You and Jinu finally confess

Authors note: I pumped this out so fast omg requests are still open for anyone interested.

Also anything in italics is thoughts

Pt 1

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Even though the two of you had promised to talk to eachother it just hadn't happened yet. The Saja Boys had a big concert coming up they were preparing for and you got really busy working on their media coverage.

So it just never came up. Not that either if you were too eager to bring it up. Everytime you were together it was awkward, and like there were words right on the tips of your tounge but left unsaid.

Both Huntrix and the Saja Boys were cringing everytime they saw the two of you interacting. A plethora of blushing and talking over eachother untill you got interrupted and forced to depart.

The girls had been pressing you about talking to him and Jinu had similar experiences with the guys. You both had decided- separately - to talk after their big preformance, funny how that works out.

Procrastination only worked for so long, suddenly it was the night fo teh concert and you and the girls were vip watching the boys preform. You had planned to meet Jinu after he finished, maybe talk in their studio or lounge area.

As the final song came to a close and the audience started making their way to the exit you made you way to the stage. The boys were already getting pampered by their helpers when you got back stage.

"Hey guys! Amazing show you killed it out there!" You praised the idols for their preformance they immediately thanked you and started having about the performance. "Couldn't have done it without you, you know."

Baby put his arm around you shoulder, giving you a side hug. "Yeah yeah your welcome." The boys began making their way to the lounge area desperate for a good long break.

You were about to walk through the door with them when jinu gently grabbed your hand stopping you. "Hey acn I talk to you?" He asked. "Oh uh yeah sure." The guys gave eachother a knowing look and walked throught the door.

Romance gave you one last look, winked, and close the door. "Dont take too long we're hungry!" The two of you heard Abby call from behind the doors. Theres were a few beats of awkward silence before either of you tried to talk.

"Y/n-" he says, "Jinu" you respond. "I uh- I need to talk to you." Jinu stumbles over his words but clears his throat. "Oh," your eyebrows raise, oh please dont be bad you repeat in your head "yeah I have something to, um, to tell you too."

heres goes nothing what's the worse thst could happen? Jinu thinks regretting it instantly, his thoughts immediately spiraling into the "worse things" that could happen. just say it Jinu common you can do this

"Y/n," Common Jinu this is it, "ever since you started being our manager I've been extremely thankful and since I've gotten to known you I started to realize something about how I felt." Heat started rising to his face with each word, his voice was wavering at the beginning but as he spoke he became more confident in himself.

"What im trying to say is, y/n I like you- a lot- and I would like to ask you out on a date." Jinu bows his head, both as a sign of respect and to hide his bright red face. When you didnt respond for a few moent he immediately thought the worst.

But then your sweet laugh cut through the silence. It was gentle and heart felt, like you were reliving a harsh load from your chest and could finally breathe. "Oh god Jinu I thought you were going to tell me you hated me or something."

Jinu looked up to see you covering your mouth fromt he laughter, you eyes slightly squinted. "Wait what?" Jinu asks confused. "When you asked to talk I got worried."

The tightening in Jinu's chest slowly started to loosen when he saw your have a look of happiness on your face opposed to disgust or rejection. "Not to be rude but you're kinda leaving me hanging here."

Jinu trys joking to fit into the light hearted atmosphere, you chuckle and he sees a blush creep up to your face (he doesnt mention it but hes glad he isnt the only one with a bright red face now). "Oh yeah, Jinu I'd love to go one a date with you."

The idols face immediately brightens, his shoulders loosen from the tension that was building on them. A genuine smile finds a way to his lips and it brightens his whole face. "Great! Oh I uh- I mean cool where would you want to go?"

"Aren't you supposed to be the one to figure that out?" You tease him crossing your arms. "Oh right uh-" you cut him off chuckling "Im joking I'm down for anything but theres is thst knew Ramen place downtown Zoey was talking about."

"Sounds great does tomorrow work-" Jinu has an eager look in his eyes but before he can finish the door behind you swings open quickly. Four idols lay on the ground atop eachother groaning in pain.

"Owwww I knew we shouldnt have been all leaning against one door." Mystery whines, "its Abbys fault hes all beefy." Baby counters. You and Jinu stand their shocked looking down at the four boys who were clearly listening in on your conversation.

"What are you guys doing!" Jinu questions his ears getting red in embarrassment. "Uh obviously laying on the ground- ow!" Jinu kneels down and flicks Baby's forehead cutting him off. "You guys are so nosey." Jinu shakes his standing back up.

"We're hungry thats what," Abby says mumbling after a second "and curious." Jinu sighs looking over at you, you were smiling and obviously holding back a laugh at the boy's antics. "Fine lets get food geez." Jinu finally says.

Sounds of excitement come from the still laying on the floor idols. They start getting up as Jinu turns back to you. "Im sorry y/n ill text you, unless you want to hang out with us?" He asks.

You wave your hand and shake your head, "no no its totally fine I told the girls I would eat dinner with them anyway I gotta get going." You say, kinda dreading your past self for making that reservation.

"Oh yeah cool, bye y/n! Ill text you about our date later!" Jinu smiles at you and waves. The boys all say their good byes and Romance gives you a knowing thumbs up as a congrats on your date.

As you walked away from the boy's room you finally process what just happened, when you step into the elevator you hear your phone chime. Its Jinu. "Ealrier you said you and something to tell me but you never did" you shake your head smiling to yourself.

"I was going to confess but you kinda beat me to it." Is all you say, when Jinu responds with "Oh" you know hes got to be blushing like the cutie he is behind the screen.

You put your phone back into your pocket and walk through the open elevator doors. All you can think is the girls are going to love this

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Bonus!!!

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"So why didnt you use the "you're my soda pop" pick up line?" Baby asks while stuffing his mouth with sushi. Jinu elbows him in his side, making him choke on his food. "Leave him alone Baby, its hard to think when your in loooove" Romance teases.

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"Tell. Us. EVERYTHING!" Zoey squeals when you get back and reveal you have a date planned. "It really wasnt that crazy-" you say but get cut off by Rumi grabbing your shoulders. "Nope none of that. Zoey get the snacks, Mira robes, y/n come with me to the couch." Rumi orders. "On it!" The girls call out rushing away.

[hikariiyaps]

jinu doesn't know what this feeling is, he can't really put a finger on it but whenever he sees you, his eyes soften, his heart beats faster and well, he can't take his eyes off of you. he's not a complete imbecile he knows he's slowly falling in love he doesn't want to accept it though. he was supposed to hate you. you were his enemy. for heaven's sake, he was supposed to get rid of you so he could get rid of gwi-ma.

and ever since the one time you sent tiger back with the invitation for what he thinks is a date, he can't help but notice every single little thing about you. the way you tilt your head, the way you smile at your fans, the way you look at him now. so tenderly.

and suddenly he's helping you defeat gwi ma, channeling himself into your sword and then re-emerging from it to wipe your tears while you yell at him for giving you the biggest heart attack of your life.and when you wrap your arms around him and tell him you loved him, all the cockiness vanishes and he leans down and softly mutters something about how he'd love you till his last breath.

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a/n: self indulgent little blurb for a happy ending with jinu because i need to sleep.