#kpop demon hunters x reader angst

[zulashi-the-writer]

A Fever Dream

Romance x Girlfriend

Credit goes to therosettasun on TikTok

Summary: to love but never to forget, how could someone claim to love you but disappear when you needed them most

1st/2nd person pov

His eyes stared out into the crowd emotionless at the screaming fans, the bittersweet smile plastered on his lips as he blew out hearts then his eyes caught it the glimpse of something familiar, his heart fluttered seeing the sway of your hair, it couldn't be you, could it? He didn't get time to check as the red mist wrapped around his body taking him back to the demon world.

He couldn't get you out his head the thought of his past life resurfacing, all the memories flashing in front of his eyes, oh how he'd do anything to be back in your arms, to feel your warmth and hear your angelic voice say his name, but the remembrance of old memories comes fondness but also regret.

He'd look for you everywhere, hoping you'd be there looking straight back at him but you never were, all the girls screaming for his attention none of them could compare to you, he yearned to feel like that one more time to feel loved by you.

He decided to sneak away after the idol award trails following the exact route he used to take, his heart ached as he saw your favourite restaurant with a for sale sign blocking the door and the small playground you used to take him to sit on the swings with hazard warnings all over and the gate chained shut.

He wandered through every ally way, remembering everything that happened and watching the memories like an hallucination, from the kitten you found and nurtured cradling it in your arms keeping it from the rain to where you stood shouting at him when you were fighting, he was so lost in thought but his feet moved so perfectly knowing exactly where they need to go.

He looked at all the old things you pointed out when he'd walk you home, the neighbourhood kids that always played games on the sidewalk you boasted how the kids you would have together would win every single one, but the kids were no longer there they'd all probably in their teenage years now, a lump started forming in his throat as he started nearing your house.

He didn't even know you still lived there maybe it was his imagination playing tricks on him, maybe it was Gwi-ma being cruel, he tried swallowing the lump in his throat he peered around the corner his eyes softening as he saw your house, his heart fluttering as he saw all the modifications you spoke about, the beautiful colour garden that was maintained modestly, his steps faltered as he came to the path leading up to the door.

His eyes wondered over the porch, his eyes caught sight of the small engraving he made on the banister it was your initials in a heart his eyes squinted seeing another initial added he rolled his shoulders the feeling of uncertainty feeling him up once more, his eyes moved as he slowly stepped closer he saw the shoes he brought you for your birthday settled by the door frame he remember how you always wanted them but didn't have the money, his brows knitted together seeing pink kids show next to them, did you have a kid?.

A feeling of jealousy filled him, you found someone else? his eyes fluttered in sadness, he lifted his hand to knock on the door but his body froze what is he supposed to say 'oh I made a selfish deal with a demon king that's why I left you' he bowed his head in distress his eyes bolting up as he heard the click of the door his breath hitching as it opened, he didn't dare to blink scared that he was going to blink and you'd be gone.

"Yn" he watched your face panic, your chest raising up and down due to your shallow breathes "it's me" his voice was low just above a whisper he watched your eyes squint your eyes filling with curiosity then sadness "it can't be" your voice cracked your head turned as small footsteps charged towards you "mama" you bent down picking up your little girl keeping her close in your arms, Romance stood shocked seeing this little child with pink hair similar to his "is she..." the words caught in his throat.

Even you didn't know what to say he disappeared never said goodbye now he's here "uh-yeah" I murmured before whispering her to go play in the back she nodded quickly and ran off as I put her down "where did you go" I tried sounding emotionless but my sadness showed I hugged myself giving me a little comfort "I made a deal with a bad person" his voice dwindled "I'm so sorr-"

"No" I muttered interrupting him "you don't get to apologise, you left me when I needed you" I paused catching my breathe the anger boiling up in my chest "we needed you" I dropped my head to the ground tears streaming down my cheeks, my eyes stared at the ground fill of anger and confusion "why" I asked but he didn't answer I looked up glaring at him "why" I yelled pushing him making him stumble back.

He stared at me not saying anything his mouth opened and closed silently, he stood up straight composing himself "if I could go back in time I would my love, I never wanted to hurt you" his voice was soft holding so much emotion "but you did you weren't there you hurt me, hurt us" I shook my head weakly my body collapsing to the ground his body colliding with mine as he caught me holding me against him "I wish I was I swear, I've missed you every day" his tears slipped down his cheeks falling onto your hair.

My fists balled up his shirt as I pressed my face into his neck, my tears wetting his shirt "you left us" my words were hushed as he stroked my hair like he used to when I was stressed "I know" he said his voice breaking his lips shakily pressing a soft kiss against my head before taking in a shaky breath.

"I promise to never leave you again"

[chaes-tea]

── // living the nightmare .

// kpop demon hunters fic. // jinu x reader. // a/n: i looped the ost an unhealthy amount of times. i also haven't written anything in a few years LOL. so things might make little sense. or not make sense at all. enjoy! (pls don't flame me too hard i had a vision idk if it visioned) your pov • feeling the dream chapter 1 • like déjà vu ⋅ [1] like déjà vu ⋅ masterlist ⚠️!! WARNING: kpop demon hunters spoilers !! + angst

"Jinu!"

He clutches his head and winces, the familiar voice never leaving his head.

The memories– these damn memories that haunt him every second that passes, every step he takes, every breath he breathes. He painfully recalls his sister's sobs, along with his mother's trembling voice as she attempted to comfort her. But he remembers your cries the most.

You. The love of his life. His heart's desire. His soulmate.

He looks at the glowing patterns on his hands. He did it not just for his mother and sister, but for his future, for you. He wanted to give you the world, even if it ended up sounding like a sappy rags to riches story. You deserved so much more than what he could offer.

When he heard Gwi-Ma's voice in his head that day, he thought that this was his chance. A chance for his family to finally be relieved of suffering. The four of you would enter the palace and spend the rest of your lives there. But things took a turn when only he was allowed entry into the palace. He remembers the pain he felt in his heart when the palace doors shut behind him. Even so, he still pressed forward. He would do well in his time in the palace, make money, and send it home.

But Gwi-Ma kept him from doing so. His voice spat excuses after excuses that made him make selfish decisions. Decisions that prevented him from supporting his family. Decisions that kept a sturdy roof over his head, gave him delicious meals every day, and silk sheets every night, all while his family struggled in poverty. The thought of that ate away at him during his time in the palace. The patterns on his skin slowly grew like vines, until it consumed him whole, completely turning him into a demon under the demon king's rule.

The voice in his mind, and the patterns on his body, were constant reminders of his regret, shame, and guilt. They were evidence of his selfish choices– choices that led him to lose his family. This fact has never left him for the past 400 years.

Every few decades, when he would wander the streets of the human realm in search of souls, he would stumble upon a familiar face. The face reminded him of when he first walked through the palace gates alone. He solemnly smiles to himself each time as he observes you. It was nice to see that your iterations always held your kind smile and strong personality, no matter the era or hardships.

He wonders if fate would have allowed him to meet you in every reincarnation, had he stayed human.

He hates how he always thinks about that. He hates his memories of his time as a human, how they always remind him of his betrayal to his loved ones. If hate could defeat Gwi-Ma, the demon king would have been gone long ago.

Now, he sees his service to him as a means to an end. He would get in his good graces, and in exchange for his great deeds to him, he would request for the memories of his past to be erased. A request that would end this 400-year-long nightmare for good.

The Honmoon will be complete soon. Surely, his plan to destroy it will work. That's all Gwi-Ma wants, after all.

He and the other Saja Boys assume human forms and head through the alleyways to the stage they will be performing on. He aimlessly follows the four, rerunning the plan in his head before the performance. A familiar voice pulls him out of his thoughts.

"What exactly is in this 'voice juice' anyways?"

He looks up and sees four people: the first in a black baseball cap, a shorter one with a yellow bucket hat, one holding a box, and–

Oh.

It's you again.

What a cruel thing fate is.

[elijawrites]

chapter O3. — change of plans ( half written )

synopsis. she was celine’s daughter, she should have been the leader of huntr/x. so why? why is it that Rumi got the role instead of her?

ft. huntr/x, mira, zoey, rumi, saja boys, bobby, celine, reader, cast of kpdh.

warnings. spoilers, use of heavy words, polytrix, mention of blood, mention of abuse, written in the reader’s pov, do not read if uncomfortable, some parts will not follow the original plot line, mention of selective mutism.

You felt it. that noose. the noose that choked you whenever you dared to speak, the one she had tied around your throat the moment you were born.

The door to the common room was slightly ajar, just enough for the sounds of muffled laughter, an action scene, and the voice of someone— probably Mira, complaining about the plot to be heard. You wouldn’t admit it but you definitely smiled at the thought of them enjoying it.

They deserved the break.

You stayed just outside, the plastic bag in your hand wrinkling as you held it tighter. Inside were the snacks you had bought after training— You wanted to watch with them too, but maybe not tonight.

So instead of walking in, you crouched by the doorway and gently placed the bag on the small table beside it. A handwritten sticky note went with it.

For movie night. Sorry, had to do something. —yn

You looked at the door one last time. You swallowed down the ache already making it’s presence known in your throat, then turned and left— already dreading the appointment.

You remembered to leave Rumi a text though.

Rumi had tried contacting you, but was met with a simple ‘Can’t go‘ message. It definitely made a part of her upset, but she didn’t dare comment on it.

Midway through the movie, during an in-between scene, Zoey glanced towards the door.

“Was that open before?” she asked, pointing. Mira squinted. “Huh?”

Rumi turned her head. “Wait—” She got up, walking over to peek through the gap. “Guys…” she called, crouching. “She left snacks.” She smiled softly.

“What?” Zoey blinked. “Who?”

“yn.” Rumi held up the bag and unfolded the note. Her eyes softened. “She.. wrote something.”

Zoey made a face. “So she was here?”

“And she left without even making her presence known, again.” Mira sighed. “Why even bother?”

Zoey whined, probably for the hundredth time this day. “It’s like she wants to avoid us on purpose. Like—come on, just hang out with us for once. Is that so hard?”

“She said she had to do something. She did send a message earlier too,” Rumi said, lips pursing.

“Yeah, well, she always has something to do,” Zoey said, grabbing a handful of her gummies. “I don’t get her.”

“Maybe they’re just excuses,” Mira muttered, though a part of her sounded unsure.

Rumi didn’t say anything else. She sat back down, popcorn in her lap. But her eyes weren’t on the screen anymore.

They were on the door, even though she knew that you wouldn't walk through that door. Atleast not tonight. She just wondered— where were you? and why aren’t you coming home tonight? again, she wouldn’t dare admit it, but a part of her was jealous— who were you coming home to?

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[kaidoslastbraincell]

Oh my gosh your writing is the sweetest ever! You’re actually a godsend for the kpdh fandom (especially Baby Saja fans) 🙏🙏🙏

If you don’t mind could I request a Baby Saja x reader where she’s attacked by a demon/getting her soul stolen, but Baby saves her because he loves her? I’m a sucker for that “I almost lost you” angst hehehehe. I also feel like Baby would go absolutely insanely feral on anything that tries to hurt someone he loves

You're so sweet! Thank you so much!!! And I absolutely love this concept! May have had a bit too much fun writing it lmao so I hope you enjoy!

He couldn't care less about the other hunters...but he sure as hell cares about you. And if saving you and your soul gets him in trouble? So be it. ~ in which, you're a solo hunter working with HUNTRIX and you get separated from them during a pretty big demon invasion

pairings: Demon!Baby x Solo Hunter!reader

content warnings: blood, violence, kinda almost death? injury and all the angst

KPDH MASTERLIST HERE

There hadn't been a hoard this big in a long time. You began the hunt with HUNTRIX, but somewhere along the way, you got separated. There was no doubt you were strong, but this would be too much for anyone. The Saja Boys had taken a back seat, opting to watch how things play out before deciding whether or not to intervene. What you didn't know, was that Baby had been keeping an eye on you the whole night. His demon form blended into the shadows like a second skin. His jaw clenched every time you got hurt. His eyes flashed each time you were cornered. But you were mostly okay.

You were exhausted...bleeding and bruised and so so exhausted. With luminous twin katanas in hand, you swept the streets without mercy. But you knew you were hitting your limit. Your reactions were getting slower and your mind was lagging. This only became more apparent when you made the oh so smart decision to follow three demons down an alley...alone.

"Shit..." your chest heaved with every breath.

The three hideous creatures turned to you with hungry grins, all sharp teeth and glowing eyes. There was only one pair of glowing eyes you wanted to see right now.

"I'm coming home, Baby," you whispered, attempting to relax your sore shoulders.

"The only one going home tonight, is us," the demon in the middle snarled.

They swarmed you at once, covering every escape, and you sighed. Blows were traded. Claw clashed with blade. Teeth were bared. A slash to your shoulder had you staggering before you forced your blade though hellish flesh. One down...two to go.

Baby watched from the roof, eyes sharp. His fists clenched at his sides.

"Come on come on come one," he muttered.

Claws sunk into your side before the assailant was disposed of, but the time it took you to regain balance was too long. A rough hand around your throat shoved you into the wall, black spots dancing across your vision with the collision to your head. When the monster opened its mouth, a soft blue glow bloomed in your chest.

"No..." you gasped, "no no no! Not like this...anything but this!"

A thunderous growl shook the ground of the alley as a dark figure appeared out of nowhere. Your consciousness was wavering as blood pulsed from the wound in your side.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to touch what's not yours?"

A clawed hand wrapped around the front of the demon's throat before it was torn out. The body dropped. You sagged against the wall. And Baby looked far from satisfied. Muffled noise filled the entrance of the alley as a new tear in the Honmoon opened. More demons spilled out. Hungry. Desperate. Baby's head whipped in their direction as a vicious snarl tore through his throat. He moved on instinct. Faster than you could keep up with. His expression was calm as always, but the rage rolling off him in suffocating waves told you everything.

"Ba...Baby..." Your voice was getting weaker and it only made him angrier.

"Hold on for me, love. Just a minute. Hold on."

Ever a man of his word, the minor demons were done with, and he rushed to your side. His hands were cool against the clammy skin of your cheeks.

"Stay awake for me, okay?" Moisture gathered in his eyes, and he blinked frantically to clear it. "Jinu's gonna get Rumi and the others. They'll know what to do."

"Baby...I'm so tired...can we take a nap?" You were wheezing now.

"Not yet, my love. Come on."

Your lashes fluttered as your head fell forward against his shoulder. He shook you gently.

"No. Do not do this. You're not allowed to leave me."

Your blood-stained fingers brushed his cheek.

"I'm alright. Just...need...a little...rest..."

Baby's stomach dropped as you passed out, hands trembling. He carefully laid you down, pressing a hand against the gushing wound in your side.

"Fuck...Jinu where the hell are you!"

The sound of incessant beeping was sharp in your ears. Your sinuses burned with the smell of something strong and chemical. With a groan, you tried to sit up, only to cry out in pain. Baby jolted, sitting up in the chair he'd fallen asleep in. He was by your side in seconds, his hand steady in yours.

"About fucking time," he sighed, "I knew you were tired but jeez."

The teasing in his tone far from matched the worry in his eyes.

"Baby?" You throat was dry as hell.

"Don't you ever fucking do that to me again!" he hissed.

"I thought I lost you..."

[madebycloud]

Love Is Not Over

rumi x reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary．workaholism is practically her middle name. rumi works to the bone day in, day out, always putting her work before everything else… and that includes you. (requested by @remmia) warnings/themes．light angst and fluff, argument, happy ending words．2.0k

Rumi was supposed to come home at 9pm, according to her.

11:14pm. She's two hours late.

You tried calling her, but it just rang endlessly. No answer. Texting her was no use either, as she rarely replied to your texts these days.

She's busy.

She's just busy.

Too busy for you, at least.

Too busy to spend time with you. Too busy to pay attention to you. Too busy for the person she's supposed to come home to every day. 

It wouldn't bother you so much if it hadn't happened so often... late nights, lack of responses, missed calls, canceled dates. Sometimes it feels like Rumi puts her job before anything else. The fans, the fame, the work, the music. Everything, except you.

You've been patient. You've been understanding. You've tried to support her in every way. You've tried to be the best partner you could possibly be. 

It's not like you're asking for much, is it? just a text to say she's running late or a call to say she missed your call. Anything would be better than the silence you're constantly met with. 

Rumi promised. She promised she'd make time for you. 

And yet...here you are. Sitting alone in the apartment, waiting for a girl who's always too busy to give you any of her time.

And waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

Eventually, you hear a click as the door opens slowly, spilling light from the hallway to flood into the space.

“Oh... babe, you're still up.”

You scoff in response, not meeting her gaze. “I am. been waiting for you to come home.”

Rumi closes the door behind her, taking off her coat and shoes. She then turns towards you, sighing. “Babe... please, let's not get into this right now...” she says, stepping cautiously into the apartment. “I'm tired, okay? It was a long day—”

“A long day, huh?” you interrupt, standing up from the couch.

It's always the same excuse. 'Too tired.' 'Work was busy.' 'We'll talk tomorrow… I'm sleepy...' Yet, here she is again, showing up late and expecting you to simply accept it without complaint.

Rumi walks over to you, reaching out to take your hand in hers, but you bat it away. She frowns. “You know how it is. The company's got a lot of big projects coming up… I had a lot of things to take care of today.”

You look at her incredulously. “And how many times have you said that exact same thing in the past month— in the past three months?”

“I… I just… I can't always control my work schedule, you know? Babe—”

You cut her off again, pointing a finger at her. “You know you can control when you answer my calls. You can control when you send me a freaking text back—”

“I was busy, okay? I tried my best to respond whenever I could, but work—”

“Work, work, work! That's all you ever care about these fucking days. You never have time for me. I'm not asking for much, just a call or a text or ANYTHING!”

“Why are you so angry about this?!” she snaps back, throwing her hand to the side. “You know how important my job is to me. It takes a lot of my time, and I'm trying my BEST to juggle everything— the company, the comebacks, the fans, and you! I'm trying to do it all, and it's not easy—”

“Not easy?” You laugh bitterly. “Is it difficult for you to send a ten second text to your partner? To give them a quick call just so they know you actually remember they exist? What's so hard about giving a few minutes of your time every once—” You swallow. The knot in your throat tightens. “When was the last time we even went on a date, Rumi? when was the last time you even told me you loved me? Is that how you prove you're 'trying?'”

“Then what do you want me to do?!” Rumi's voice suddenly rises over yours.

You step back instinctively, eyes brimming with tears. “I just want some of your attention, Rumi. Is that really too much to ask for...? Just show me that you CARE about this relationship— that you CARE about ME. I just want—” You pause, inhaling deeply, wiping away a tear that rolls down your cheek with a trembling hand. “...I just want to feel loved... by you.”

Her features soften instantly. Guilt creeps into the corners of her eyes when she sees your tearstained face, noticing the vulnerability that you rarely showed.

Rumi exhales slowly, steps towards you, and pulls you into a tight hug. You rest your head against her shoulder, arms remaining limp at your sides. 

“I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry...” she whispers. “I don't mean to neglect you. I just get really caught up in my work. There are music shows, performances, fans, and a million things happening at once... it's not easy, babe.”

You don't hug her back. Her words don't comfort you; her touch doesn't ease your worries. She's just saying what she thinks you want to hear, what she has to so you'd forgive her.

“If it's not easy for you, Rumi... if you find it that hard to make time for me. Then maybe... maybe we should just... end this... whatever this is.”

It's not that you actually want to leave Rumi...but you can't keep living like this. Constantly ignored, constantly feeling unloved. You deserve better than this—to live in a shadow, to feel so little but to give so much. 

“No. No, wait, no— babe, please... please don't say that.” Rumi pulls back to look you in the eye, grasping your face between her hands. “You're just upset... you don't mean that.”

“I am upset, Rumi. I'm tired. I'm hurt. I'm so fed up. I just feel like you've forgotten that I even exist. I can't keep going like this, Rumi... and I don't think you want to either.”

The words seem to stab straight into Rumi's heart. Her hold on your face trembles. “You're not thinking straight right now...I'm tired, you're tired, and it's late. Can we just go to bed, please? we can talk about it tomorrow, I promise.”

She's right about one thing: you are tired. Not just from the late hour or the emotional strain of the argument. It's the weariness of putting up with this situation for so long, hoping that things would somehow change.

So you don't protest as she leads you towards the bedroom, gently pushes you onto the bed, and don't resist as she climbs on top of you, laying on your body, not wanting to be apart from you. 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm so stupid, so selfish. I'll be better. I'll—” Her voice falters. “I love you. I love you so much... I'm so sorry.”

You lift your arms as if to push Rumi off, but your gesture changes midway, folding around her quivering frame, cradling her against your chest. The warm wetness seeps from her eyes onto your skin.

There you stay. Rumi sobs into your neck, hands tightly clenching fistfuls of your clothes. She'll probably be back to ignoring you when the sun rises. 

But for now, for just these few stolen moments while she clings onto you with all her might...

...you want to believe her and hope that come morning, things will feel different.

───────────

Morning arrives. Your mind slowly pulls awake, but your eyes stay closed. Hands instinctively reaching out to your side in search of a familiar warmth. Except... the only thing your hand manages to find is a cold, empty space.

Wait. Cold? Empty?

Your eyes snap open, the sleep clearing from your vision in an instant.

There's no Rumi. No warm body, no messy hair on the pillow, no comforting weight pinning you down in place. The covers beside you are ruffled but already cold.

Sitting up, your eyes drift to the small clock on the bedside. 9:15am.

You throw the covers off yourself, standing up. The hardwood floor is cool under your soles as you leave the room. 

The apartment is silent. No sounds of water running or the hum of a hairdryer.

No sign of Rumi.

What were you expecting? for her to actually keep her promise? ...How pathetic, desperate, stupid, and gullible you are. 

Just when you're about to wallow in your own self-loathing, the sound of the front door opening suddenly catches your ears.

There, in the doorway, stands Rumi, dressed in sweatpants, cropped hoodie, holding a plastic bag filled with groceries. “Morning..,” She then shuts the door and walks towards the kitchen, setting the groceries on the counter. “I went to the supermarket early to avoid the rush. Got us some things we needed, a few extra snacks I thought you might like—”

“I thought you'd be at the studio right now.”

Rumi pauses, stalling as she begins unpacking the groceries. She doesn't turn around when she says, “I took a break...for a month.”

You blink in disbelief.

She continues as you approach the kitchen. “I told Bobby that I needed some time off, and the company agreed. I won't be going into the studio for a while or having any schedules. So we can spend some time together.” 

“What about the girls?”

“Mira and Zoey are also taking time off to take care of their own things. It's just you and me. No work, no studio, no interruptions to deal with. Just us. For an entire month.”

Did you hear her right? Rumi, who's always working, always busy, always has no time to answer her phone, took a whole month off? For...you?

“Where do you want to go? I was looking online earlier, and I think going to Jeju would be nice. We could get a small rental car there and just drive wherever, or if you'd rather stay in Seoul, we could—”

You don't realize you've closed the distance between you until you're standing right behind her, arms encircling her waist, resting your chin on her shoulder. 

You've missed this. Holding her, feeling her, being with her like this. It's like...you can breathe again. 

Rumi stiffens at the sudden contact, hands freezing around the milk she just grabbed, then lowers it back into the bag before slowly melting into your embrace, leaning back as her hands cover yours on her stomach, thumb tracing over your knuckles. 

Neither of you speaks for a while, simply content to stay in the other's arms after such a long time.

A month off. 

No distractions. No late nights. No schedules. 

Just the two of you. 

To try. To fix things. To fall in love again. To make up for lost time. To simply exist in each other's presence. 

“I'm sorry.” Rumi tilts her head to rub her cheek softly against yours. “I know I wasn't the best girlfriend to you...and— and I messed up. A lot. I've hurt you. A lot. I can't promise I won't screw up or be able to fix the mistakes I've made, but...I promise I'll try. For us.” 

You don't reply. Can't reply. Not when your heart is stuck in your throat and the words are choking you from within.

So instead you hug her tighter. Hold her closer. Hoping that this time it'll be enough. That after all the hurt, heartache, tears, pain, things will finally work out as long as you both try.

It's then that your stomach decides to make its presence known, rumbling loudly. Rumi laughs, her own stomach following suit, gurgling as if on cue, earning another laugh from both of you.

Your laughter dies back into a chuckle, Rumi turning in your hold to look at you with a small smile. “Do you want an omurice?”

You nod, mirroring her smile. You haven't had her omurice in so long.

She then presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Rumi.”

Both of you end up making omurice for breakfast, and despite the fact that the eggs get slightly overcooked and you make a bit of a mess while rolling the omelette, your heart is lighter than it's been in months.

[binmeister]

Comfort

Saja Boys x Fem! Bodyguard reader

I had a dream - I say as I wipe some tears away, have a short drabble

CW: not proofread, mild angst, mostly fluff, drabble

You don’t remember when the change happened in your dynamic and the boy group you’d been hired to protect but it did. It was subtle, comfortable. Just little interactions that were no longer distant and cold as they progressively became attached to you.

It was in the way Mystery actively followed you around if he was able to, like a lost puppy with attachment issues. You couldn’t see his eyes but he radiated a different aura when he was around you, something softer as he waited patiently for you to spare him a crumb of attention and affection. His body language as he became less guarded, the way he melts into your touch when he feels you reach up and ruffle his hair and how he he hums a soft ‘mhm’ when you ask if he’s feeling okay because he feels okay.

He feels safe and content.

Something he hasn’t felt in years and it really shows in the way he trusts you, actually lets his eyes and body rest in your presence.

A demon that sleeps?

Suddenly a lot more common than you imagined when you realise how frequently the guys would request you visit and they all collectively nap in the living room, scattered amongst the furniture or even on the carpeted floor with a silent plea of ‘please stay’. So you do.

An eye occasionally checking on them while you busy yourself with reading a book or scrolling on your phone as five grown men sleep peacefully for a few hours in your presence.

It’s in the moments like these where you’re straightening out Baby’s crumpled shirt and he doesn’t complain for once. Isn’t making any snide or rude comments and just lets you. The routine familiar as he lifts his arms up for you to pat his shirt down, or leans his torso forward a little so you can fix the beret on his head.

It’s when he’s asking you if you want a snack or anything because he can go grab it if you want. You wave him off because you appreciate the gesture but he didn’t have to- then there’s a cool can pressed against your cheek. Your favourite drink. You didn’t even know that Baby knew that and then he’s back to his usual self, making some off-handed comment to hide his kindness and you accept it with a little smile.

When you’re at the gym with Abby there’s a moment during your break that he admits that he enjoys spending time with you. Quietly and calmly, the first time you’ve seen him not pretending to be an out-going and rambunctious guy. Before you can respond he puts up the facade again, realising he was vulnerable and tries to go back to hype man gym rat. But he notices the way you go easier on him when you scold him after he breaks something in their house.

There’s times where Romance and you are existing, seated or standing and he talks to you. Not flirts. Talks. Listens to the things you say with earnest care and opens up to you without any honey glazed words, no playing tricks or trying to butter you up. Just him being him. You open up about your insecurities one day, about how occasionally you wish how your thighs were a little less toned or how you wished it was more prominent that you were conventionally feminine and he points out that you still are. That they all still appreciate you as you are regardless.

He doesn’t know that when you got home after that conversation you had cried, or you thought he didn’t, til the next time you visit and he’s gotten you a small plushie as a ‘I’m sorry’ gift.

It’s the way that Jinu trusts you now. There’s no walls around him, let’s you into his space and when he opens up about the memories that haunt him? He lets you comfort him with a reassuring touch, let’s you rub his back as he starts sobbing into your shoulder and let’s himself be vulnerable for once. You don’t tell anyone else about that.

You never share anything about the secrets they share with you, because you had started to care. They weren’t just “the Saja Boys” anymore, they’d become a part of your life and demons and hell be damned, you’re gonna make sure they feel loved.

“Thanks mum.” You freeze. Everyone else in the room freezes except for the man who had let it slip so casually. Baby was confused, why was everyone freaking out? He just thanked you for helping him out and then it hits him what he said. You excuse yourself as you rush off for a moment to collect your nerves in the bathroom and you let the tears fall as you question it.

When was the last time they even saw or thought of their mother in a way that hadn’t tormented them? Didn’t keep them on a tight leash and force them to obey some lower or higher being. It doesn’t change the dynamic you have with them any further but you still continue to be protective of them, aimed to bring them a sense of comfort they all clearly yearned for and let them become a part of you as well.

[akeaaan]

If Only...

Jinu X fem.Reader

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is my fourth fanfic of jinu and I'm going crazy someone stop me please. Also I'm losing ideas so if you have any request please do drop a note. I still have another idea of angst until I make some soft happy endings lol

Synopsis:

╰┈➤ If Only...

It was never supposed to happen.

You weren't supposed to feel this. To hesitate.

But fate — cruel, laughing fate — had always toyed with you, over and over again. And here you were, caught in its trap once more.

Your scythe had cut down hundreds of their kind. Demons had crumbled into dust at your feet, your blade unflinching, your heart colder each time.

But now?

Now you couldn't kill even one.

Why him?

You didn't belong in the spotlight. You hated it — the blinding lights, the staged smiles, the never-ending swarm of paparazzi. The fake interviews, the forced poses, the soul-sucking brand deals. You hated being told to be perfect.

So you stayed in the shadows, right where you belonged.

You let Huntrix shine in the public eye: Mira, Rumi, and Zoe — the idols, the faces, the voices. They danced in the light, while you hid behind soundproof glass.

You were their producer — the faceless fourth. The one who stayed up late tuning tracks, patching lyrics when writer's block hit, and crafting every beat that sealed away the honmoon. You wove magic into the melody, just like the ones before you.

Because this was tradition. Always three on the stage. Always one in the dark.

You were older than them — not by much, but enough to feel responsible. You were their unnie, their protector. You had more battle scars, more stories, more secrets. That's why they never worried when you went on solo missions.

And that was your greatest weapon: anonymity.

The demons thought there were only three.

There had always only been three — as far as they knew.

But behind every generation of Hunters, there was someone else. Someone offstage. Someone who wrote the songs, not to climb the charts, but to trap the shadows lurking in the echoes.

You didn't need powerful vocals.

You had powerful visions.

And now... your power betrayed you.

Your mind spiraled. A million thoughts screamed inside your skull.

Should I let my heart keep listening? Up 'til now I've walked the line—nothing lost, but something missing...

You had everything, didn't you?

A found family that never let go. Best friends who would die for you. Your parents—alive and well. A career that others only dreamed of.

So why... why did your chest ache like something had been carved out of it?

And then—you saw him.

That's when it clicked.

What you were missing wasn't something. It was someone. It was love.

The kind that doesn't knock politely—it breaks the door down and stands in your ruined threshold.

You cursed yourself, quietly, for saying yes to Bobby.

"Come on," he had begged, "You've got the lightest schedule. Just help us set up the fan sign?"

And because you were you—softhearted, capable, and impossibly easy to guilt-trip—you agreed.

Even went the extra mile.

You planned the whole event. Stayed up finalizing logistics. Then told the rest of the staff to clock out early and go home to their families.

Now here you were. Alone in the quiet morning, taping up last-minute signage outside the venue.

You were halfway through unfurling a tarp when you spotted them—four bundled shapes huddled in sleeping bags along the curb.

"...Idiots," you muttered, frowning. Fans like these were rare and reckless. Sleeping outside just to be first in line for autographs?

You shook your head and kept working—until one of them stirred. One pulled back his hood and stood, dusting off the creases from his shirt.

That's when you saw him.

Eyes still puffy from sleep. Hair a soft, tousled black. That calm, unreadable face framed by the dawn's early light.

Back then, you had no idea who he was.

You'd been off the grid for days. Locked in the studio producing songs for idols you barely knew. Huntrix had been hunting without you. You hadn't checked socials in a week.

So when he stepped forward and said—

"Uh... can I use the bathroom?"

—you didn't even blink. Just sighed, rolled your eyes, and jerked your head toward the venue.

"This way."

No thanks. No recognition. He simply nodded and followed.

You didn't think much of it. You were too busy—back to climbing a wobbly stool to hang the tarpaulin behind were the girls will be sitting .

Balancing on tiptoe, gripping the thin banner with cold fingers.

Until a quiet voice called behind you:

"You know, that thing's totally uneven."

You didn't have to look to know it was him.

"And you're going to fall if you keep shifting like that."

You gritted your teeth. "I'm fine."

"You're not," he said flatly. "At least let me help."

You finally glanced down—and your heart skipped. He was already walking toward you. Calm. Composed. His face unreadable, but his hand was outstretched, palm open like he already knew you'd take it.

You didn't.

And in that split-second—of course—you slipped.

"Shit—" you hissed as your balance gave out and gravity claimed you. The ground rushed up too fast. You braced, eyes squeezing shut, waiting for the sharp slam of wood against your back—

But it never came.

Instead, strong arms wrapped around your waist, halting your fall mid-air like it was nothing.

Your breath caught.

Slowly, you cracked one eye open—then the other.

There he was.

Smug. Too close. Too confident.

That crooked smirk on his lips practically screamed "told you so."

His dark eyes flicked over your face, glittering with something unreadable—maybe amusement, maybe something else entirely. The hold on your waist tightened just slightly, grounding you in his grip.

He was close. Too close.

You could feel his breath against your mouth. Hear the steady, unbothered rhythm of his heart. And yours—yours was stammering like it didn't know what to do with itself.

He tilted his head a little. "You always this stubborn?"

You swallowed hard. "You always this annoying?"

His smirk widened—but his eyes softened, just barely. "Only when I'm right."

Later that afternoon, the event hall buzzed with energy—fans lined up, banners waving, cameras flashing. But your focus narrowed sharply when your eyes caught a familiar face.

Him.

He was back, but not alone this time. He stood upfront at the signing table with a few others you recognized from earlier—those same guys who'd been in the sleeping bags back at the entrance. And now they were freshen up, styled, and posing as if they belonged.

The Saja Boys.

You stood stiffly near a concrete pillar, arms crossed, trying to keep your face neutral. Rumi, Mira, and Zoe exchanged less-than-thrilled glances. No one had told you this was going to be a joint fan sign. The Huntrix event you had personally organized—put your own hours into, from venue to logistics—was now sharing space with a brand new K-pop boy group?

Your eye twitched.

You caught sight of him again, seated right next to Rumi. They were speaking quietly, heads close. Something about the way he leaned in, relaxed but confident, made your skin prickle.

"Do they know each other?" you murmured to no one in particular.

You flagged down one of the event staff, your voice firm. "Who approved the seating chart? Who is that?"

She gave you a sheepish smile, clearly overwhelmed. "Oh—uh, that's Jinu. He's the leader of the Saja Boys.

Your stomach dropped.

Leader? Of course he is.

As if on cue, Jinu glanced up from the table and locked eyes with you across the venue. Recognition flickered instantly in his gaze—and then he smiled.

That same maddening, devastatingly charming smile from earlier. The one that said he knew exactly what he was doing.

You didn't bother looking back.

The moment you stepped off and slipped behind the black curtains marking the backstage area, it was like you could finally breathe again. The air felt less heavy away from the flashing cameras, squealing fans, and—most of all—him. You paced for a second, then stopped by a corner to scroll through your phone, pretending to be invested in it. Anything to not think about the way your stomach twisted when he was near.

The distant noise of the crowd faded just enough for you to hear footsteps. Lazy, heavy, tired ones. You looked up.

It was Jinu—of course it was. He stood a few feet away, sharp eyes unreadable beneath dyed bangs, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips, the rest of the Saja boys passed by in a blur of exhaustion—Abby tossing his bouquet dramatically into a trash bin, Mystery yawning, Baby leaning heavily on Romance's shoulder as they all disappeared toward the van.

But Jinu? He was the only one who didn't just throw the bouquet in. He placed it gently—deliberately—on top of the pile. A folded piece of paper stayed clutched in his other hand, something he didn't discard. A letter from a fan, maybe. Or something else.

You glanced back down at your phone. He didn't leave.

"So what are you to them?" he asked, voice smooth, slightly amused. "Their manager? Event organizer?"

You looked up again. He was staring at you, head slightly tilted, brows raised in quiet challenge. The others were gone now—just the two of you. You squared your stance.

"I'm their producer," you replied flatly, folding your arms. Cool. Professional.

Jinu's lips tugged into a half-smirk as he slowly folded the paper and slipped it into his pocket. "And you planned the fan event too? Damn. All in one, huh?"

He took a few slow steps in your direction, casual but not aimless. Calculated.

"I'm a perfectionist," you said simply, holding his gaze.

"Mm. Figures," he said, voice lower now as he closed the distance just a little more, eyes scanning your face. "You've got that look. Like nothing ever passed by you."

There was something in the way he said it—less teasing, more observant. He didn't mean just the event.

You looked away first.

You always did.

And ever since that day, your lives kept tangling—deliberate or not. Jinu always seemed to be just a few steps behind you. Or ahead of you. Or waiting.

There was something about the way he smiled—just a little too slow, a little too soft. The way his eyes held yours longer than they should've, almost as if memorizing the shape of your face each time. And then there was the way his gaze would flick down to your lips before rising back to your eyes, like a secret only he knew.

It wasn't just glances. It was tension. Thick and charged, like static before a storm.

The day he reached out—his hand resting on your waist to move you gently aside in the crowded idol common room—it felt like something clicked into place. The contact lingered. Not enough to raise suspicion, but just enough to make your breath catch.

Then there were the late-night run-ins. The 24-hour convenience store closest to your apartment, where you'd both pretend surprise even though you frequented it around the same hour. That time he "accidentally" found you working late in the studio, hunched over your laptop, trying to produce a new track under deadline.

"I didn't know anyone else was here," he'd said. But his voice didn't match the words. It was too calm. Too knowing.

Neither of you made the first move right away. But one night, you both stopped pretending.

Your lips met—slow, hesitant at first, then hungry. The kiss tasted like everything you'd both been holding back. Like the first breath after drowning.

And somehow, it felt like more than just a kiss. It felt like a beginning. A fragile, burning beginning.

You were falling for him. And he was falling too.

But then you heard it.

A conversation behind closed doors—Huntrix voices lowered in warning, laced with urgency. Jinu's name. A word you weren't meant to hear.

Demon.

Your heart plummeted like it had been cut loose from your chest.

Enemy.

And now, here you stood—frozen in place, suffocating beneath the weight of everything you knew and everything you felt. Love, twisted with betrayal. Warmth, laced with danger.

I can't decide what's wrong, what's right... Which way should I go?

The lyrics echoed in your mind, torn from a memory you couldn't quite silence. A song that once comforted you—now mocking your indecision.

Your scythe's blade hovered dangerously close to Jinu's neck. Your hands trembled, not from fear, but from fury barely contained. Your jaw locked as your blurred vision clung to the shape of him. The boy you used to trust. The demon he became.

Jinu didn't move. Didn't even raise his eyes to meet yours at first.

The wind whispered across the rooftop ledge, catching the hem of his jacket and brushing through your hair like some ghost trying to push you apart. He let out a slow breath, and when he finally looked at you, it wasn't with defiance.

It was guilt. Heavy. Real. Like he'd been carrying it for lifetimes.

"I never wanted you to find out like this," he said quietly, voice low and raw.

Your grip tightened on the scythe's handle. The curved blade shimmered under the moonlight, inches from his skin.

"You lied to me," you hissed, each word heavy like it cost you something to speak them aloud. "All this time. You were one of them."

Jinu lowered his gaze again. "Four hundred years is a long time to regret something."

"Don't you dare make this poetic," you snapped. "You could've told me. You let me care about you—trust you—when you knew what you were."

He didn't defend himself. Just stood there, letting your anger land where it may.

"I'm still me," he finally said, barely louder than the wind. "Even if the past is monstrous... I never stopped being me when I was with you."

Silence stretched. Your blade didn't waver, but your heart did

You didn't know when the tears started to fall—only that they burned on the way down.

All this time, you thought he was your safe place. The quiet in the chaos. But now... now he was the very storm you'd been trying to survive.

Jinu stepped forward—slowly, cautiously, like he was approaching a wounded animal. Like he knew one wrong move would shatter everything.

"You're right," he said softly. "I should've told you. I should've let you hate me from the beginning. But I didn't want to lose you before I ever had the chance to keep you."

A bitter laugh escaped your lips, half-choked and broken. "So instead you let me love a lie?"

He flinched.

The scythe dropped from your hands with a metallic thud against the rooftop. You couldn't hold it anymore. Couldn't hold anything anymore. Not the rage. Not the love. Not the grief curling inside your ribs like fire.

"I don't know if I'll ever forgive you," you whispered.

Jinu looked like he wanted to speak, but the words never came. Maybe there weren't any left that could fix this.

And maybe... that was the point.

You turned away from him, the wind now at your back. The skyline blurred through your tears, the city below indifferent to the war inside your chest.

Behind you, Jinu didn't move. Maybe he knew chasing you would only make it worse.

Maybe he knew he'd already lost.

Your voice broke the silence one last time, barely above a breath:

"If only I knew what my heart was telling me... Don't know what I'm feeling, is this just a dream?"

And then you were gone— leaving Jinu standing alone beneath the stars, with nothing but regret and the sound of your fading footsteps.

[iluvsanrio444]

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chapter one plot ⋆˚࿔ : Ever since interactions between Huntrix and The Saja Boys, Romance had been eyeing you down. The exchanged glances and personal space not being a thing each time till the point you find yourself in a fling with Romance. That’s how you thought to view it as, no more than a fling, right? Humans and demons aren’t capable to love each other. Even hunters wouldn’t be capable. What makes you expect this would actually turn out right? CHAPTER TWO is out!

word count -> 2,624

#Fluff #mild-angst #comedic #romcom #movies-plot #context based

ʚɞ A/N: Depending on the performance for this chapter, i’ll turn this into a series with many more chapters to come by! Any suggestions after this feel free to send me anything or maybe feedback :3 ENJOYY!!

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There were a millions of reasons why this shouldn’t be happening. Not like this.

It started with innocent long glances between the two when both HuntriX and The Saja Boys would conflict with each other. Nothing out of the norm, right? However, whenever interactions like these happen, you can't help but always feel a pair of eyes on you, you only. The way he lingered a little longer before following the others to exit. Softening gazes when you did make eye contact, one where.. he— he meant no harm? Nonsense, he's a demon. All demons are nefarious.

Even knowing this, being the odd one out it felt weird at first, but soon after it tingled within your heart, the strings being tugged on like wireless cables. This was only the result of Celine's parenting, continuously doting on Rumi even after knowing both you and she possess your father's demon traits. The only difference was she had it all: the talent, the aspiration, the ability, and the power. Everything. You? …Yeah maybe some aspiration and some strength but never the talent. At least not up to Rumi's level.

As days passed by, there were challenges between the sisters, but this played out well since it did make them grow fonder and understanding of each other, trying to accept their roles. It wasn't so bad; you didn't have to hide the staggering markings with Rumi and Rumi too. It only hit you meticulously at times, looking at the group performing from the wings, fans cheering them on..being loved, acknowledged for who you are, and recognised for you.

You were supposed to be up there if only your mother had just… put a little oomph into you, you know? Instead, you were just their helper, a personal manager next to Bobby. Although you did have trouble accepting this, the only way was to force yourself. It was, in fact, inevitable at the end of the day.

Who the hell would be contempt with this? You must be Buddha to be!

Every time it was like someone immensely poking drumsticks at your abdomen each time fans recognised the trio whilst you had to stand at the sides. Invisible. To you it felt like you were their clerk at times, nothing less different than from a Joseon princess's eunuch; you might as well scream jeonhaaa. Ugh. Anyone who knew your situation would take pity on you or, matter of fact, just clown you for it. Yeah, you were the clown near the trio, - it felt like putting rouge on a corpse.

Being Rumi’s sister, you were already built to despise the Saja boys ever since they debuted with their song “Soda Pop”. Even Zoey, who always was headed to whichever guy she comically popped popcorn out of her eyes and even bopped her shoulders to their song, had some hatred for them. Yet here you are, hands limp on the metal railing, tinging your forearms with its mint. Again he had come by one of the members in the same very group you were told to despise. Romance. The palpable, effortlessly charming, labelled ‘playboy’ in the group, the annoying sugar-gazing... loveable… enduring — okay, what the flip. As your eyes followed the pink-haired man swiftly but silently jumping over the railing, a sigh left, knowing where your thoughts were headed about this overly love-addict bastard.

“You’re here..- again?” Your eyes still focus on Romance, clearly not fazed by this in the moment. You didn't have any energy to be bothered. It was already midnight, and Huntrix was making their comeback song “TakeDown” for the idol awards. A long day being a dog, to be honest. At least Romance came by then and there; honestly, his timing is really meaningful to you, obviously. He's a weird demon or whatnot; what feelings does he have?

Romance gave that same earnest gaze along with that bitchboy smirk, “Don’t act like you enjoy it—“

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“I don’t Romance.”

“Oh yeah?” He took his place beside you, having his elbow rest on the railing whilst the other hand cupped his cheek, hunching his back a bit to your height, looking down. “Then why did you even notice me in the first place?”

A scoff leaves your mouth, “Who the hell wouldn’t notice a tall ass pink heart shaped hair climbing onto my damn balcony?” Romance couldn't help but let out a laugh seeing how pent up you had gotten. He was the ‘playboy’ in the Saja Boys, but that didn't stop him from being a damn heartthrob who noticed even the littlest things. That charm of his grabbed you, and he knew it.

“What's so funny?” You gave him a sideways glance, “You, getting so worked up.” Your entire head was facing him with your face getting more of a scowl in annoyance, “How does Jinu even handle you..”

In response, Romance dramatically tugged on his shirt, his hand on his heart and a grunt in pain, “Mentioning another man when I'm here… ack—!” Followed by that adoring smile his fans go ballistic for, “Y/N!”

Rolling your eyes, a staggering smile threatening to appear on your lips. You nudged him a bit by your elbow near his ribs, “Shut it, you sound like a damn rat dog.”

“RAT DOG?!”

Romance made even more grunting in comical pain, intentionally making it louder for the trio to hear him. In a haste you snapped your head to your room door and back to him. What if they heard? “Aii! Okay okay..” She placed her hand now on his forearm. “A— uh.. Pomeranian dog okay? Happy?” He bent down a bit more to meet her eyes. “Happy.” The sudden closure brought both of you to an airtight silence, feeling the rise in warming tension between the two, face to face. It stayed like that for a while, with not many words or bickering said but a lot more meaningful intent. This thing you and him had going on… this fling – who knows what can happen to them? A mouthy ‘why’ tried to escape your mouth but was immediately greeted by Romance having another hearing of Gwi-Ma's malicious announces.

Already weakening his knees, he was forced to buckle down onto the floor whilst his hands hastily made their way to his ears. Trying to block out any sound or just Gwi-Ma's voice in general. Moments like these made you question if all demons were truly wicked. You didn't have the slightest clue what to do, but you went through it, kneeling down to his height. Taking in what was going on, you knew it was Gwi-Ma's daily threats he told you about, seeing how he blocked his ears, his eyes trembling, sweat running down and, most importantly, his demon marks showing through. You never had any of these Gwi-Ma stuff for whatever reason, but the least you could really do is comfort the poor gu— demon.

Your hand made its way to his back; at first he flinched away slightly but soon realised that your hand made gentle pats. Soothing your hand up and down his back with small pats filled with genuine worry, soft enough to not throw him off yet enough to signal him you’re here. “Aii rat dog, I'm here, okay?” With a small smile, you jokingly cooed to him, just trying to get his mind out of the gutters in Gwi-Ma's constant threats. What if some demons aren't that bad? Your doubt with Celine's life teachings against demons only grew the more you saw Romance in pain.

He flashed a quick smile hearing what you called him again, giving a weakened expression, one that was vulnerable. Nevertheless, only you saw the one he felt most comfortable with. “Seriously? Is 'rat dog' going to be my new nickname or what?” The snigger left before you could even reply, giving out a smile that was once hidden with others. Even your own sister. “It suits you.” However, despite the sniggers that escaped, you felt his eyes only on you. He didn't laugh with you; he followed you with that adoring gaze yet again, only smiling in response, admiring your raw self.

“Whatt?” You asked as you calmed down from the high in the joke, your smile still in contact. A small “hm” noise when she tilted her head left and right, patting her hand on his back more. “Romance?”

“Cute.”

“Eh?”

“Sometimes you can be adorable, Y/N, even when I get under your ski—.”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

A snap back to reality caused you to shoot up from the floor; the beaten red look on your cheeks went against you. Hitting him multiple times on the shoulder, causing him to go, “Ah! What the hell?!” You quickly dragged Romance up on his feet and pushed him into your room. “Yah! Y/N? She's going to see me, dumbass; I'm too big-!” He retaliated against you trying to keep himself outside of the closet. You gritted your teeth, “Shut up and get in the damn closet!” In one big push you managed to shove him into your closet. Whilst being practically plunged into the closet, he put his hand on top of his heart-shaped hair and yelled in a long whisper, “No, my hairr..!”

Thud.

Knock, knock, knocₖₖₖₖₖ

“I’m coming!” You yelled out at the continuous knocking, Who the hell was it? Looking around your room for any hints that Romance, who is literally here, left to indicate his presence. Why? Well, I don't know. Maybe because Huntrix HATED him and his group's guts? You didn't see any signals that would suggest Romance being here, so in a swift gallop skip, you opened the door to see the three: Rumi, Mira, and Zoey.

“What took you so longg?” Zoey asked in her high-pitched tone, draping her arm around your shoulder whilst Mira walked inside, no questions asked, “Took you long enough; the hell were you doing?”

“Oh, me? “Uh...” you quickly retorted in a giggle whilst scratching the side of your neck, letting out a believable yawn, “I was trying to sleep.” Zoey, Mira and you were already up to the shenanigans before Rumi walked in. “We need to talk.” Everyone's head snapped to Rumi with a curious yet nervous look. “Together. All of us.” This made your personal nerves even more tense knowing that Romance was in your closet doing God knows what.. probably worrying for his hair like usual. However, it wasn't just that; it was the look on Rumi's face. A look that she was familiar with whenever something happened with guilt.

Rumi sat everyone down in the living room, —Zoey on the singular rounded chair, Mira cross-legged beside me, and Rumi leg crossed in the centre. An uneasy feeling was known for a bit which didn't stop you from glancing at your bedroom door, worried for that pinky who was in your closet still. Hopefully. Ugh..you prayed to whatever god up there that he wasn’t snooping about and just stayed in your room like a good dog. Ironic.

Rumi took a deep breath and looked at everyone, “I know we don’t keep secrets between each other.” She startled you, thinking it was about time that Zoey and Mira knew about the half-demon breed you and Rumi are. But as soon as you heard the name, ‘Jinu’ you leaned back on the couch and exhaled, knowing where this one was going. It was obvious – maybe not to Zoey or Mira, but to you it was your sisters at the end of the day. Nothing can go unnoticed between the two… That being said, did Rumi know about your fling with Romance? You shook your head slightly, knowing you had to focus on what Rumi had to say.

Zoey and Mira were almost at the edge of their seats as soon as Rumi brought up Jinu. Zoey, of course, was giggling her ass off, whilst Mira had a weirded-out expression. “So.. I and Jinu have been talking…” Zoey was the one to scream first, “Talking as in how?!” Rumi couldn't keep her eyes on us. Keeping her hand grasped onto her forearm in embarrassment, she finally awkwardly responded, “I think we all know.. how..”

“Rumi, you were the one who told us not to get close with them.”

“I know..”

“Rumi, what's going to happen?”

“I don’t know.. but we’re trying to figure it out.”

“What about Gwi-Ma?” Your arms were crossed and dead set on Rumi. The only reason why you were serious in this question was because of.. Romance. What if there was a world where manipulated demons could live by with humans? Hunters? Why the hell did you care either way, let alone for Romance, its a damn fling. The three ladies had turned their eyes onto you, whilst Rumis widened slightly, “That.. we don’t know… It's only based on a theory.”

“Which is?”

“If we seal the honmoon before Gwi-Ma can even get fed more soul, the weaker he gets, right?” We all nod.

“No souls being fed is equal to no Gwi-Ma; he wouldn't be powerful enough.” Rumi kept doting on either of us as she explained the theory, “Don’t forget that the honmoon will seal the demons out for good, the demons alongside Gwi-Ma himself.”

“If, in some miracle, Jinu and probably the other Saja Boys don’t get into that sealing process, then maybe… just maybe they can get a second chance, a second life here… away from Gwi-Ma's torturous attacks.”

It was silent. Piercingly silent. You, Zoey and Mira were processing what the hell Rumi's theory was going on about. To be honest, in her case, it was making sense, and it did line up perfectly, but... where's the evidence? What happens if-

“What happens if it doesn’t work, Rumi?” Ah, Mira already caught you to the chase. “It will work, Mira. If we could tell Celine this and what she's told me beforehand, it will wor—“

“She told you stuff…?” Mira focused on that part. Shit. You already knew what Rumi was going on about, but these two don't know. You looked at Rumi in urgency as her own eyes flickered to yours in a second. “Celines told us about the honmoon no?” You chimed in, trying to save Rumi out of the corner, “She’s made it clear if the honmoon is sealed, the demons within that seal are gone for good. We never knew Gwi-Ma would even think to make a demon boy band and allow them to roam freely in the human world.” After my saving, Rumi could finally breathe, seeing Zoey and Mira buy into it. I gave a quick smile and half-hidden thumbs up to Rumi, in which she smiled back gratefully. It did make sense what I said. Its just.. the risk behind it.

“Would the Saja Boys even agree with this?” Zoey asked, already Googling, on the fact that she could keep that purple-haired, face-covered strange guy, Mystery. It made you laugh seeing Zoey always admiring mystery even though she denies all claims so freely. A tug on the dumbbells latched on your heart each time she did, though. Supposing that could be Romance and you… even if it was a fling or just interest.

“We can convince them!” Rumi declared loudly when Mira just smirked like she was the devil herself, cracking her knuckles, “If they do anything funny, I swear I’ll kill them all.”

Amidst everything going down and between the exchanged laughs and perseverance in comedic speeches about the Saja Boys, you noticed something off. At the edge of your vision, you spotted your bedroom door opened ajar. It dawned on you the possibility that Romance had heard everything; how much did he hear?

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On the topic of angst, can you write a polytrix x reader where the group gets so caught up with work and fighting demons that they kind of start to push the reader aside unknowingly? Then the reader gets tired, confronts them, and it turns into such a heated fight that the reader just walks out with their stuff. You can add some fluff if you want, sorry for all the words 😅.

also over 200 followers?? hello???? tysm for all the support <3

It started small.

Missed dinners. Late nights. Quick kisses goodbye. You understood — demon hunting was unpredictable, dangerous, and draining. You didn’t need them to drop everything just to dote on you. You weren’t that kind of partner.

But lately, you weren’t even sure if you were their partner anymore.

The house was quieter now. Not in the peaceful kind of way, but in the sort of silence that made you feel invisible. The kind of quiet that followed you from room to room and sat on your chest like a ghost.

They didn’t notice when you started sleeping with your back turned. They didn’t notice when you stopped texting good morning. They didn’t notice when you cried yourself to sleep.

You waited. You tried. You swallowed your hurt. You told yourself it was just a rough patch.

But it kept happening.

They came home tonight laughing about something Zoey did. Mira dropped her gear by the door, boots still caked in ash. Rumi passed by you on the couch with a distracted, “Hey babe,” before locking herself in the weapons room.

That was it. That was all.

You sat there in the same spot for ten minutes, phone clutched in your hand, your thumbs frozen over a message that had started as “Can we talk?” and ended in nothing. The clock read 1:12AM.

You stood up.

You packed a bag.

No one noticed.

Not until you stood in the doorway with your hoodie on and a duffel bag in your hand, trembling from the inside out. You didn’t even recognize your own voice when you finally spoke.

“I’m done.”

That got their attention.

Rumi turned from the kitchen. Mira blinked like she’d just woken up. Zoey sat up from the floor, her eyes wide.

“Wait. What?” Mira asked, standing. “Done with what?”

“With being your ghost.”

Silence.

You laughed, bitter and broken.

“I live here, but I don’t feel like I live here. I exist in the spaces between your missions and concerts. I get whatever scraps are left of you when the night is over. You think a tired kiss on the forehead and a muttered apology is enough?”

Rumi stepped forward, voice firm but calm.

“You know this job isn’t—”

“Don’t,” you cut in. “Don’t talk to me like I didn’t know what I signed up for. I did. I knew it’d be dangerous, and messy, and hard. But I didn’t think I’d have to compete with your work just to be loved.”

Zoey stood too, arms folded tight.

“You think we don’t love you?”

“I think I’m tired,” you said, voice cracking. “I’m tired of being patient. I’m tired of pretending this is okay. I’m tired of begging to be seen.”

Mira’s voice wavered. “You never said anything.”

“I did Mira,” you snapped. “Multiple times. I've texted, called, said it straight to all of your faces. I HAVE communicated."

Rumi’s eyes darkened, her pride surfacing behind her guilt.

“So what? You’re just gonna walk away? After everything?”

“I begged for you in every way,” you said. “I showed up. I waited. I gave you everything. And you didn’t even notice when I started packing.”

Your chest heaved. Your hands were shaking.

“So yeah,” you said. “I’m walking away. Because staying feels more lonely than leaving ever could.”

No one spoke.

Not a single one of them moved.

You turned before they could try to fix it with soft apologies and late regret. Before they could touch you and make you believe this wasn’t already broken. Before you folded and forgave like you always did.

You closed the door behind you.

And this time, no one came running.

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So I hope this is not too much but can I make a request of Rumi x Female Reader where the reader and Rumi is in relationship for 2 years and suddenly she found out she's pregnant with Rumi's baby and she doesn't know how since... Well they're both girls which is impossible. So she is scared to tell Rumi because Rumi might think she cheated on her which is not. So when she ask for Mira and Zoey's help and they were literally in shock, but believe the reader doesn't cheat since they all know each other before they're famous, and were like "HOW!?" so when the reader explain the situation they agreed to help her to find out how. So for past week three of them always leaving together to search for answer while coming up with excuses to Rumi. At first Rumi ignores it until she become suspicious and try to ask but they always coming with excuses. So having enough to always left in the dark she decided to confront them and this is how.

Reader and Mira is chilling in the living room, searching on tips on what pregnant woman eat or do and don't something like that, when Rumi confront them what's going on. At first they deny all Rumi's suspicious by coming up excuses when Zoey suddenly barge in with a thick book and shouting on she knows how the reader get pregnant by Rumi's baby. Rumi is shock and look at the reader like "You're pregnant?" And then Reader explain that she didn't cheat on her while crying but unexpected for her Rumi comfort her and believe her. And that's how Zoey explain how (Where it something to do with Rumi's demon blood). And after all that chaos in the end Rumi is happy she's going to be a parent.

I hope you make this request💜💜💜💜

[KPOP Demon Hunters] Rumi x Female Reader - "Unexplained Biology"

[Requested by: anonymous] [Dividers by: grungenglam]

Summary: No one is entirely sure how this happened, but Mira and Zoey make it their mission to help you figure it out, even after you beg them not to tell Rumi.

Word Count: 5.08k Content + Warnings: Reader is pregnant, mentions of cheating, crying, cravings, keeping a pregnancy hidden, allusions to fingering, Rumi gets insecure towards the end, a scene of pure fluff at the end to make up for it all

[A/N]: I kept the biology and the conception process relatively vague since I couldn't come up with a description that could come across as credible, even just for the story. Also, I generally don't really enjoy writing pregnancy-based fics, but something about this one was so fun to write for, so thank you for the request!

Enjoy!

There was more than just fear coursing through your veins as you stared down at those two lines. Beyond the terror on how your girlfriend would react, you also couldn't help but wonder how this even happened.

You'd never been with anyone else, especially not while you were in such a serious, committed relationship with Rumi. She was everything to you. She treated you so well — better than anyone ever had before — there was no way you would risk betraying or hurting her in the slightest.

That's why the fear only grew stronger as you continued to stare at the positive pregnancy test pinched between your trembling fingers. How would she even react to this kind of news? Would she be happy? Worried? Or would she be just as confused as you were?

You sat there for a good half hour, simply trying to steady your breath and think rationally on what to do. No breathing exercise you could think of, however, seemed to help. Your nerves felt like they were somehow numb and on fire at the same time, your head spinning and your heart hammering against your ribs. It was an awful feeling not knowing how Rumi would even react to it.

Without realizing it, one of your hands dropped down to your belly, fingers digging into your shirt just above it in an attempt to fully ground yourself into the reality of the situation.

It worked a little too well.

Tears sprung free from the corners of your eyes, trickling slowly before they grew in mass, drenching your skin within seconds.

You were pregnant?

You were pregnant.

How the hell were you pregnant?

You and Rumi were both women. Beyond what's normal for two women in a relationship, there hadn't been any penetration. How the hell did you manage to conceive anything at all?

You shook your head, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it taut in your chest. You continued to hold it, even as it began to burn.

Surely the test was wrong.

You weren't pregnant.

There was no way.

I'll just take another, you told yourself, standing from your spot on the bed and snatching your keys from the nightstand. I'll take another test, and it'll come back negative. Rumi and the others wouldn't be back from rehearsals for another few hours anyway. It's not like she would notice if you were gone for a while.

With a slight tremor in your step, you made your way out of the penthouse and headed out towards a nearby shop, ignoring the curious, prying glances that met you as you wandered to the aisle with the item you were looking for.

You supposed you should've just ordered it online, but you weren't sure your body could withstand the anxiety of waiting for it to arrive. A few eyes on you wouldn't be the end of the world. Women went there all the time to get the exact same test. There was no shame in it, after all, especially for you. You were just double checking the result.

The moment you plucked the small box from the shelf, you felt your body bristle, thoughts flooding your mind on every possibility of how it could play out.

What if the first test was right?

What if this one also came back positive, and you really were pregnant?

How would you tell Rumi?

What would you even tell her to begin with?

Would she still accept you?

Still love you?

You pictured the scene unwillingly, a grimace painting your lips as it played out in your head. Showing her the pregnancy tests and confirming what they said. You imagined her face contorting with some kind of emotion you rarely saw directed towards you: anger, disgust, confusion, betrayal.

Would she assume the worst — assume that you had cheated on her and gotten pregnant by someone she knew nothing about?

God, you couldn't bear the thought of that. The tears that would fall, the sobs that would escape — even just imagining it was all too much.

You sighed, shaking your head curtly and tucking the box against your chest.

That would just have to be a reality you'd have to face for the worst case scenario. You couldn't focus on the negative right then and there. You just needed to make sure before jumping to conclusions.

After paying for it, as well as a couple of extra items you snatched from the shelves as a way to try to conceal it better, you made your way back to the penthouse, only stopping when you were finally back in the bathroom.

You did what you needed to do, then sat yourself on the closed toilet lid, eyeing the door as you waited for the time to pass for the results. It felt like hours had passed by the time your alarm went off. The sound of it ringing throughout the room jolted you back to your senses, and you had to stop yourself from falling onto the floor.

Shakily, you turned to the test and took it between your fingers. Just like you had done before, you closed your eyes and took a breath, readying yourself for whatever the outcome might be.

You twisted the stick to face you, then opened your eyes.

All over again, your heart dropped.

Two lines.

They weren't faint either. They were clear as day.

There was no denying that there had been a mistake. You could head out and grab another test to triple check, but you already recognized that there was no need for it. With how bold the lines were, it had to be true.

A stuttered breath erupted past your lips before it was followed by a broken, choked sob. You sat back down, this time on the floor, and curled into yourself, one hand clutching your stomach while the other moved to grasp at your hair, the test settled tightly between your fingers. "Oh, god," you murmured. "What is Rumi going to think?" Another wave of cries echoed through the bathroom.

You were silently thankful you were alone for the time being.

Every nerve bubbled back to life beneath your skin as your ears caught the sound of the penthouse door opening and closing, footsteps strolling in with casual conversation trailing alongside them.

They were back.

Rumi was back.

You recognized her voice immediately, even without understanding anything she said. Just like she did every time she came back, she wandered into your shared bedroom, expecting to see you there on the bed. She called out your name softly when she didn't see you. Shortly after, a shadow made itself known just in front of the bathroom door, boots halting only an inch from it.

She called your name out again, lightly knocking against the door.

What do you do?

Should you just tell her right out?

No, you couldn't do that. She would think you were unfaithful to her. You had to figure out how the whole thing even happened, otherwise your attempts to explain the biology behind it would just sound like an excuse.

You had to keep it hidden until you knew what to say.

Pulling yourself together as quickly as possible, you stood, brushing yourself off and quietly tucking both of the tests away under the sink for the time being. You'd toss them out later. One quick glance in the mirror to make sure there weren't any visible tears or streaks, then you unlocked the door, twisted the knob and tugging it open to find Rumi standing there with a bit of concern etched into her features.

"Hey," she whispered, tilting her head. "You okay?"

You gave her a nod, smiling widely and pulling her into a hug. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just have a bit of an upset stomach. Nothing serious."

There was only so much time before you were found out, especially by Mira. She noticed everything. It didn't matter how small it seemed.

You managed to keep it under wraps for a few weeks. You were about halfway through your first trimester when Mira and Zoey sat you down for a talk. Rumi, oblivious to the entire situation, had stepped out for a bit, assuming "the talk" they were going to have with you was nothing serious.

As the three of you sat on the sofa in the den, you kept your gaze down. You doubted that Zoey knew, but with how attentive Mira was with the way people acted — more specifically those she was closest to — you were just waiting for her to expose you.

Internally, you were grateful Rumi wouldn't be there to hear it yet.

"What's going on with you?" Mira asked, unwilling to dance around the situation and instead opting for a more blunt, straightforward approach. Still, even with the directness of the question, there was nothing but concern in her tone. You took a breath. She wasn't there to judge you — neither of them were. They were just curious and worried.

You continued to stare down, watching with apparent fascination as your fingers toyed with one another. It wouldn't be as easy to lie about your sudden change in behaviors over the past few weeks as it was with Rumi. They weren't blinded with love around you. They could both see right through you.

"Promise you won't tell Rumi?" You responded when you found the strength to speak again. From your peripheral, you watched as they eyed each other. "Well, I mean," Zoey started, only to be cut off by Mira. "It depends on what you're about to say. We aren't going to keep something from her unless we have to."

You nodded. "I know, I know, I just," you paused, trying to collect your thoughts. "I'm going to tell her, too, I just need a bit of time to figure out how to break the news to her."

"What news?"

You peeked up at Zoey as she blurted out the question.

With a sigh, you stood. You were thankful, surprisingly, that you hadn't managed to toss those pregnancy tests out yet. You'd taken an additional three of them a few weeks after the first two to be absolutely sure, which meant there was plenty of proof.

You excused yourself briefly and slipped into the bathroom.

When you returned, you caught the way Mira's brows immediately furrowed, her eyes locked on what you carried. Without a word, you held two of the tests out for both of them to take. They stared — only stared — for what felt like forever at them. Shakily, though, Zoey managed to speak, her voice laced with disbelief.

"These are… yours?"

You nodded.

Her eyes dropped back down to the two lines still evident on the screen.

"How?" Mira asked, though her tone was unreadable.

The burning returned to your eyes, a feeling that left you trembling. Zoey stood, gently taking hold of your hand and pulling you to sit between her and Mira on the sofa. The moment you sat down, you hunched over, burying your face in your hands as a cry broke free from deep in your chest.

"I don't know."

It wasn't long before you felt Zoey's hand rubbing soothing circles against your back. Shortly after that, Mira's hand joined, though it moved to rest on your shoulder, squeezing softly to regain your attention and ground you into the present. "Did you-"

"No," you blurted, refusing to even hear the accusation. "I didn't cheat. That's why I'm so confused about all of this."

"Is that why you don't want us to tell Rumi?"

You could only nod. Your throat already felt raw and sore from crying. Speaking would be too painful until you could calm down again.

"Are you worried she'd think you did cheat?"

Another nod.

Zoey hummed. "I doubt she'd really believe that," she started. "I mean, Mira and I haven't known you as long, but even we don't believe that. We've seen how you are with her. There's no way that's how this happened."

Surprised, you lifted your head and glanced up at her, figuring she wouldn't buy a word of it. You turned your head to face Mira, who simply nodded with a small smile, one that you mirrored.

"Do you know how it might've happened, though?" She asked. You shook your head, watching as she and Zoey shared another glance. "Maybe it has something to do with Rumi's demon half?" She suggested.

"Oh, yeah," Mira mumbled, eyes darting down as she thought a few things over for a moment. "I didn't even think about that. Do you think there are any books or articles we could find to figure it out for sure?"

"I'm sure we can find something. It's worth a shot either way."

"What's worth a shot either way?"

The three of you jumped at the sudden voice, all turning to the doorway to find Rumi standing there, a small grin toying at her lips until she noticed the redness around your eyes. Walking closer — rather quickly — allowed her to see the tear streaks, too.

"Woah, hey, what's going on?"

She dropped the small bag of snacks she had brought in with her to the side, both hands willingly abandoning it in favor of cradling your face between them. You froze, unsure of how to excuse yourself without giving it all away. Thankfully, Zoey and Mira spoke up for you, somehow making up a believable lie that explained why you'd been crying.

You had to suppress a sigh of relief when you realized Rumi had bought it. She settled in next to you on the cushions once Zoey moved over a bit, and she struck up another effortless conversation, thankfully moving away from the subject.

When she got up later on to get ready for bed, you stood, ready to follow her. Before making it to the doorway, you turned back to glance at Mira and Zoey.

"We've got you," Zoey spoke, just soft enough for you to hear.

Smiling ear to ear for the first time in weeks, you thanked the two of them, then turned and headed off to bed.

Another few weeks went by in a blur. You were nearly at the end of your second trimester. Mira and Zoey had helped you pick out an entirely new wardrobe filled with clothes that would hide the growing bump in your belly. When Rumi questioned the sudden change, you told her you just wanted to experiment with comfier, baggier clothes for a bit.

Trusting you weren't hiding anything, she accepted the explanation without hesitation, even offering to give you a few of her own oversized hoodies and sweaters.

When you started getting cravings, Rumi took notice, and she questioned you about the wild combinations you'd ask her to get in the middle of the night. She'd still grab them or prepare them for you without arguing, but even in the darkness that filled the room when she came back, you could see the clear repulsion in her face as she handed it to you.

You'd tell her you just found some crazy new diet you wanted to try, assuring her it wouldn't mix in with her own meals, which put her more at ease.

Each symptom you showed of pregnancy would be brushed off to the side with some kind of excuse. You felt awful taking advantage of Rumi's trust in you, but you were more terrified of how she would react once she found out the truth. All you needed to do was understand how it happened, then you could talk it out with her.

The entirety of the pregnancy so far, Mira and Zoey had been your lifelines. While Mira was helping you research different things about pregnancy so she'd be able to make it more bearable, Zoey was sifting through every book and article she could find about the biology of demons. She'd even considered going to Celine at one point to find some answers, but decided against it, worried she'd only end up shaming Rumi for something she wasn't even aware of.

There hadn't been much to go off of, considering anything relating to demons was destroyed or censored. Still, neither of them gave up on trying to help you make sense of the situation you found yourself in.

You found yourself growing more and more grateful for the two of them every single day, especially as Rumi's suspicion started to resurface. You had to go to appointments, and in the beginning, Mira and Zoey had timed each one perfectly for when Rumi would be out of the house. Whenever she'd ask them where the three of you were, you'd all say the same thing: "we went shopping," "we just went out for a walk," "we just needed a bit of fresh air."

Rumi, again, bought it in the beginning, but as your appointments continued behind her back, she found the urge to confront you about it all reappearing.

Another appointment came and went, and Rumi, none the wiser about what was truly going on, went about her usual business around the house. You and Mira were settled in the living room, staring intently at the screen of her laptop. Rumi had stepped through and caught a glance of it, but still meandered into the kitchen to grab something to eat.

When she came back and found the two of you still staring at the screen, she noticed the frantic glances you sent her way, combined with the way your body shifted in an attempt to shield the words on the screen. She could hear the two of your murmuring something to one another, but it was too quiet to hear.

You were clearly hiding something from her.

It seemed like you were being more open and honest with Mira about whatever you were whispering about compared to anything you'd told her for the past several months.

Now feeling a spark of fury, she walked over, trying to peer over your shoulder at the laptop. Quickly, both you and Mira lifted your arms to cover it again, an action that resulted in an annoyed groan from Rumi. "Seriously? Why can't I see what you two are looking at? What are you hiding from me?"

Panicking, you looked over at Mira, who shared the same expression. "It's nothing important, Rumi," she replied, earning a raised brow. "Really? If it's 'nothing important,' then let me see." You shook your head. It was hard to ignore the hurt look that crossed over her face. "We can't."

"Why not?"

"We just can't, Rumi."

"Why not?"

You sighed, dropping your head and eyeing where your stomach was beneath another one of the baggy hoodies you'd been wearing recently. Now wasn't the right time to tell her. You still had no idea how it was all possible. What were you meant to tell her?

Your silence only fueled the anger in her. She tried to bite it back, but it was hard when it felt like you trusted Mira and Zoey more than her: your girlfriend, the girl you've known far longer, the girl who had devoted so much of her life to you.

Why couldn't you just tell her?

"What could possibly be so important, yet not important enough for me to know?"

You lifted your head and shared a look with Mira, silently looking for some kind of guidance. She could only offer a shrug. It was your call, after all.

With a small grunt, you leaned back a bit and sighed, a hand draped over your stomach as you braced yourself for the difficult conversation you were about to cause.

Just as you parted your lips to explain yourself, as well as your actions over the past five and a half months, a loud bang echoed throughout the penthouse, prompting the three of you to turn to the source of the noise. Zoey, fueled with excitement, bolted into the room, uncaring of the fact she was about to show you the very thing you'd been trying to hide from Rumi.

"I found out why this happened!" She hollered, a large, withered book partially open in her hands. She dropped herself down on the opposite side of you from Mira, thrusting the book into your lap and pointing towards a highlighted paragraph.

As your eyes scanned over the sepia-toned page, Rumi moved closer. "Why what happened? What're you talking about?" Mira leaned closer to you, her own focus now on the words displayed in the book. Without meaning to, she blocked Rumi's ability to read it as well. Rumi scoffed, glaring at everyone individually. "Does anyone want to tell me what the hell has been going on lately?"

Ignoring her — blinded by her excitement and relief — Zoey bounced in her spot. "Turns out female demons can actually get a female human pregnant! It has something to do with some kind of ooze that they can excrete through the patterns on their fingers during intimacy."

While you, Zoey, and Mira all shared a collective sigh and a few laughs, completely relieved that you had finally figured it out, Rumi felt like her brain had short-circuited.

Why would they be bringing that up? Was that even true?

That was when every single symptom you had shown over the past few months came flooding back. It all pieced together at once, and she cursed at herself mentally for being so naive. Her hands gripped the back of the couch as she swayed, so startled by the information that she grew dizzy. The action caught your attention, as well as Zoey and Mira's, and you all turned to her.

"Rumi?" You whispered, trying to gauge her reaction.

Her eyes, glossy and distracted, struggled to find their way over to you. Even as her gaze met yours, it looked like she was staring right past you, her focus distant and the gears in her mind visibly turning. Before you could ask if she was okay, she spoke again, her voice nearly silent.

"You're pregnant?"

You could only nod after a moment of silence.

"And it's… mine?"

You nodded again, tears already welling up in your eyes.

"Yes, it's yours. I promise it is, Rumi. You know I'd never cheat on you." Despite the shaking in your legs, you stood, rounding the sofa to stand next to her and take one of her hands in your own. "There's no way it could be anyone else's." You watched as she lifted her other hand, palm up, and studied her fingers, recalling the explanation Zoey had given a moment prior.

"Rumi," you started again, voice breaking. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I'm so, so sorry. I was afraid of how you'd react. I wanted to figure out how it was even possible before I told you. That's what Zoey and Mira have been helping me out with the fast few months — that's why we've been coming up with excuses for everything."

"Yeah," Zoey chimed in cautiously, Mira being the only one to turn to her. "Those walks and everything else we told you we were going on? Most of those were trips to the doctor to make sure everything was okay."

That seemed to finally pull Rumi's gaze away from you. She turned to Zoey, her expression pained. "You mean to tell me I've been missing the appointments this whole time? The appointments made to make sure my baby is fine?" Even with the guilt her question brought you, there was also a sense of surprise.

Her baby?

She accepted it that quickly?

Was she even mad about the fact you were pregnant?

Had you been stressing out over her reaction for no reason the entire time?

Softly, you squeezed her hand, her eyes instantly darting back over to you. With a timidness you had tried to prevent, you spoke. "You aren't mad about me being pregnant?" Her eyes softened and seemed to finally focus on you properly. There was still a trace of hurt in her features, but now that she knew you were carrying her child and had been for a while, she knew instantly to focus on your feelings first.

"No, of course not." She turned to fully face you, taking your free hand into her own. "I'm just upset that you didn't tell me." A small, staggered breath filled her lungs. "Why didn't you tell me?" She turned to Mira and Zoey. "Why didn't any of you tell me? I have a right to know."

Mira glanced at you before focusing on Rumi again. "She was afraid you'd think she cheated on you. That's why we were so desperate to find an answer on how she got pregnant in the first place. We wanted to figure it out so we could explain it right away. We didn't think it would take so long."

It was clear that there was so much more that Rumi wanted to say, but she didn't want to focus on the anger at the moment. You'd just told her she was going to be a parent soon. That was a far better option on something to center in on.

She let out a heavy breath, though a warm smile followed suit right after, a sight that caught you off guard. Her eyes met yours briefly before dropping down to your stomach. One hand slipped from yours and hovered over the hem of your hoodie. "Could I…?" You nodded, then watched as she slid her hand underneath, fingertips greeting the bump before her palm grazed over it.

A small, short laugh left her, catching each of you by surprise.

"This is real?" She asked, her thumb caressing the skin. "It's really our baby in there?" Again, you nodded, relief the only thing you could feel when another hearty chuckle came from her. Keeping her hand on your belly, she stepped closer, closing her eyes once her forehead came into contact with yours. "That's incredible."

Maybe there hadn't been a reason to worry after all.

"Do you think the baby is going to like the clothes?"

"Well, they'll certainly have a lot of options to choose from. I'm sure they'll like something."

Time had passed, and so had a long, difficult conversation, one in which you explained the pregnancy so far to Rumi, who noted every detail to herself. You were nearly at the end of your third trimester, and you and Rumi were both excitedly counting down the days until your due date.

Shortly after she had finally found out about your pregnancy, Rumi had gone all out, decorating a spare room head to toe with things she'd think the baby would enjoy. The dresser in the nursery was packed full of baby clothes, nearly overflowing the drawers. Each time she found a new set of clothes, she'd buy them without hesitation, even though you tried repeatedly to convince her to pull back a bit.

She never fully did, but you were honestly relieved to see her so excited about the baby, considering you had feared the worst for the first five months. Most days, you were convinced that she was more excited than you were. She was, in all fairness. Starting a family with you, especially now that she was in a great spot in her career and she wasn't constantly worried about hiding herself away, felt like a dream come true.

She often found herself resting her head against your belly, talking to the little one growing there with a soothing voice. She'd fill the baby in on her day, already exaggerating things in a theatrical way that you knew she'd continue with when she'd read stories to them in the future.

That's where she was now: the two of you were lying on the sofa in the den, your back propped up comfortably on pillows that leaned into the armrest, Rumi settled between your legs with her ear pressed up against the baby bump. Her fingers grazed beneath your shirt and against your skin, her voice soft and slow as she spoke both to you and the baby.

She hummed after a moment, turned her head to press a quick kiss to your stomach, then glanced up at you properly again.

"God, I'm so excited to meet them," she murmured, a warm smile on her lips as her eyes dropped back down to your stomach. You hummed, mirroring her grin. You lifted your hand, letting your fingers rake through her strands, loose from their usual braid but still up in a ponytail.

"I am, too. I am curious about who they'll look more like. Either we're going to have a mini-me or mini-you running around, or they'll be a combo of both." She nodded, trying to picture what they would possibly look like. "Well, either way, I know I'm going to love whoever they turn out to be."

There was a pause, one filled with uncertainty and a sense of fondness. She turned her attention back to you. "Do you… think they'll like me? That I'll be a good parent to them?"

Your brows lifted, heart fluttering at the sincerity in her eyes. A beat passed, and you recalled the last few months, remembering every little thing she'd done to make sure you and the baby were both safe and comfortable, even when she had to go out to take care of something.

No matter what time it was, or how difficult your request was, she always helped you out without hesitation. She was eager to make sure you were happy during the pregnancy. The day after she found out about it, she'd already packed a bag for the hospital, disregarding the fact there had still been another few months before you would even get close to delivering.

There was no way that attentiveness and excitement would dwindle away after the birth, and she proved that to you every day, never failing to show you and the baby how much she loved you both. The baby wasn't even born yet, yet the way she talked about them to anyone on the outside made it seem like they'd been born and living for months already.

You hummed again, smiling kindly down at her and cupping the side of her face in your palm.

"You'll be an incredible mother, Rumi," you finally answered, watching her eyes soften and fill with love.

"They're going to love you as much as you already love them."

Started on: August 3rd, 2025 Finished on: August 3rd, 2025

[zulashi-the-writer]

Kpop Demon Hunters

.Request list.

Smut. Lime. Fluff. Yandere. Angst. Platonic.

Please let me know if one of the links is not right or not working

Imagines:

Dribbles:

Shower Fun - Abby, Jinu

A Little Fun... - Abby Saja, Jinu, Baby Saja, Mystery Saja

Oneshots:

Jinu👹

Underneath Your Skin

Mira🗡️

My Hero (male reader)

Romance🌹

Fever Dream

Combos

Rujinu👹🏹

Biggest Fans

In Your Head

Series: Headcanons/Alphabets:

Baby

Jinu

Combos

Huntrix

MiRoAbby

RuJinu

Saja Boys

Saja Boys

Saja Boys (separate)

AUs:

[cherrydriver]

Sobbing from your "I'm alive" Saja boys post. Can we have a part of something where they ACTUALLY do come back alive but because of the first time, reader thinks it's just a hallucination again </3

If not that's ok! Sorry if your requests are closed, I checked and I did not see anything about requests sooo

Have a good day! And if you do plan on doing this, please remember to take breaks! Love your writing so far ❤️ (even if it makes me cry)

Hi!! This is my very first request so I was so excited to write this, also because I wanted to do a part two to "I'm Alive"! Thank you so much, btw! <3 (I apologize in advance...)

Aftershocks - (I'm Alive, I'm Alive, I am so Alive pt 2.)

CW: Angst, mentions of insanity

Find part one here!

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ABBY -

He was alive, really truly alive but how could he get you to believe that? The last time you saw him, you were so happy and then Mira pulled you away, claiming that you were seeing things. Abby was determined to make you believe that he was really alive and back for good. 

Abby had been waiting a few days, waiting for a good moment to finally show himself again. He knew that you were finishing up your shift so it gave him the perfect moment to see you alone. He waited till all the customers were out of the store before he headed inside. 

You heard the quiet ding of the door, indicating that someone had come in. “I’m sorry but we’re closed.” You said before turning to face the person, dropping the box in your hands as you saw who it was. “Abby..,” you murmured under your breath before shaking your head and looking away. 

“No…no I can’t do this. Not again.” You told yourself as you picked up the box you had dropped, trying to ignore the presence by the door. Abby wasn’t actually here, you knew that now. Mira had made sure that you knew that you were hallucinating that night in the kitchen because of grief. 

“Y/n, it’s really me. I promise…I’m alive, baby.” Abby told you quietly, stepping cautiously towards you since he knew you were vulnerable right now. Your face tensed and you shook your head once more. “Leave me alone…you aren’t really here and this is just making everything worse.” Your voice trembled as you spoke, setting the box down on the counter. 

You gathered your things, trying not to look at Abby who seemed so real and alive but you knew better now. Abby wasn’t giving up though and he could tell that you didn’t really believe this was happening which only broke his heart more. “Y/n, I’m really here! I’m right here and alive!” He raised his voice a little, reaching out and grabbing your wrist, tears filling his eyes. 

You gasped and pulled your hand away so quickly like he had burnt you with his touch. “No! I said leave me alone! I can’t do this anymore! Please!” You yelled, assuming you were yelling into mid air. “Abby is dead! You aren’t really here so please go away!” You sobbed, hurrying out of the store, leaving Abby alone. He felt completely broken, seeing the way you had pulled away from his touch, seeing you sob…it tore him apart. He didn’t know how to get you to believe that he was back for good but he wasn’t giving up. “I’m not giving up, y/n…I’m alive.” Abby said to himself, wiping the tears from his eyes as he turned and headed the opposite way. 

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ROMANCE -

Romance needed to convince you that he was alive. When he saw you in the kitchen, you looked so surprised and happy to see him until Zoey pulled you away, telling you that he wasn’t really there. He was there though, and he needed you to know that for good. He gave you a few weeks to process everything, hoping that the next time you saw him, you’d be just as happy as the last time. 

Romance decided to leave you a note on your apartment door so that you’d see it when you got back home after being out all day. It just simply said to meet him at one of your favorite spots, the park you guys would go to all the time. 

When you got home from work that day, you noticed the pink note on your door. You hesitantly took it off and read the words, a small gasp leaving your lips. It was signed off by Romance and it looked exactly like his handwriting but it couldn’t really be him. Romance was dead. What had happened in the kitchen had just been a hallucination from grieving. Whoever thought it was funny to put this up was sick. 

Still, you decided to go to the park anyway, needing some fresh air and maybe the person who decided to write this would be there. You still couldn’t believe someone could be so cruel to write this note. You made the walk to the park, the note crumpled up in your pocket, and headed to the spot that had always been special to you and Romance. 

When you entered the hidden area, you noticed pink hair almost instantly. “No…no not again.” You said quietly to yourself, turning away. Your heart started beating quickly as you convinced yourself that Romance wasn’t actually there. You hadn’t hallucinated him since the kitchen and you weren’t about to start again now. 

A hand on your shoulder made you gasp out loud and you turned to face Romance, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Y/n, listen to me, my love. I’m here. I’m really here, okay? I’m alive, I promise.” Romance told you in a serious voice, searching your eyes in hopes that you’d believe him. You didn’t believe him though and you shoved him away from you, still believing that this was all a hallucination. 

“No you aren’t! I can’t do this again…please.” You begged yourself, your hands on your head as you took in shaky breaths, tears filling your eyes. “You aren’t here…you aren't alive. Romance isn’t alive. Zoey was right…I am hallucinating." You told yourself, feeling the panic begin to rise even more. 

Romance’s heart shattered at the sight of you panicking, seeing you there with your hands in your hair and tears streaming down your face. He reached out towards you again but you just broke out into a sob, running from the spot and leaving him alone once again. “One day you’ll see, y/n…I really am alive.” Romance told himself quietly as he left out a defeated sigh, blinking back tears. 

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MYSTERY -

Mystery couldn’t get your reaction to him out of his head. Ever since that night in the kitchen…he needed to see you again. He needed to prove to you that he really was there and alive, but how could he do that when Rumi had pulled you away that night and told you that he was really dead. He decided to leave you alone for a few weeks after the kitchen incident, knowing that you needed some time. 

He was growing impatient to see you again though, needing you to see him back and alive. That’s how he ended up in your apartment, still knowing where the spare key was. He wasn’t sure if this was the best idea or not but he was desperate and couldn’t wait any longer. 

You knew something was wrong when you got home and your door was unlocked. You held your breath as you slowly opened the door, walking into your apartment. You were hoping it was just Rumi coming by to check on you but this felt different. You quietly set your stuff down and walked towards the kitchen. 

You instantly paused in the doorway when you saw the figure inside, recognizing him instantly. You felt like you stopped breathing. A few weeks ago you found Mystery in the kitchen but he wasn’t really there…so why was this happening again? You felt like you were going insane. Your breathing became quicker and more shallow, feeling the panic rising. Mystery heard you walk in and turned to look at you, seeing the panic on your face. His eyes widened in concern and he quickly ran over to you, holding onto your shoulders. 

“Y/n! Breathe…I’m here, sweetheart. I promise, I’m really here. I’m alive, okay?” Mystery begged you, hoping that you’d believe him but you weren’t making eye contact with him. You just kept your head down, small sobs now coming from you. 

You pressed your palms against your eyes, shaking your head quickly. “I’m going insane! I can’t do this…I can’t do this again. Leave me alone!” You yelled out at the figure that you assumed was all just a hallucination. Mystery wasn’t there. He wasn’t alive. 

Mystery was starting to get more panicked. He needed you to believe him but you were so convinced that he was just a hallucination. He stepped back from you to give you space, looking at you with a pained expression. He could feel himself getting more worked up the more he watched you freak out. “Y/n, I’m here! I’m right here in front of you! I’m alive, you need to believe me!” He yelled out in a frustrated tone, shocking himself because he never once spoke to you like that. 

Your eyes widened and you were now looking at him like you didn’t even recognize him which was even worse. Mystery’s expression instantly dropped and he reached out. “Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He said quickly, trying to save this but it was too late. You were already running out of the kitchen, calling Rumi, and soon you left your apartment all together, leaving him alone and broken. 

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BABY -

Baby knew how much of a toll his death had taken on you, especially after seeing you in the kitchen a few weeks ago. He was alive again though…and he needed you to know that, needed to convince you somehow. He didn’t try to see you right away because he didn’t want to put too much on you right away so he started off small. He started texting you again. Every day, he’d messages like: 

“I’m alive…Y/n, please. You have to believe me.”

“I know it’s a lot to take in but I’m really alive again.”

“I want to give you time to process, but I want to see you soon. Please…” 

He never got a text back though and eventually his messages stopped going through to your phone. 

When you started getting messages from Baby again, you figured someone had gotten a hold of his phone somehow. The messages were awful…making you break down every time you received one. It felt like someone was playing a sick joke on you and you couldn’t do it anymore so you blocked and deleted the contact. 

You thought you were free from it all…from the hallucinations that Mira made you realize were from grief until you turned a corner to head to your apartment and saw him standing there. Tears instantly filled your eyes as you stood there frozen. 

“I’m going insane…this can’t be happening again, I thought it was over. Why can’t it be over?!” You yelled to yourself, hearing movement as Baby walked towards you. You felt him tilt your chin so you’d look at him. He felt so real, standing right there but you knew better now. “Y/n please…those messages were from me. I’m here and I’m alive! For real this time, I promise.” Baby told you, begging you to believe him because it broke him seeing you like this. 

You didn’t respond very well to that and shoved his hand away, surprised by how realistic these hallucinations were. Mira was right…maybe you really did need to speak to someone because you felt like you were losing your mind. “No you’re not! Just leave me alone…please go away.” You sobbed, assuming you were just speaking to yourself. You felt like you were going crazy, which was the last thing you needed especially when you were still grieving his death. You covered your face with shaky hands, moving past Baby like he wasn’t even there. Because he wasn’t. 

Baby could only just watch you leave, feeling his heart split in half watching you break down like this. He watched you enter your apartment building, feeling his own eyes sting. He wanted to go after you but he knew that he couldn’t push you any further. “I’m alive, y/n…” He whispered to himself before he pulled his hood up and walked away, feeling a tear go down his cheek. 

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JINU -

Jinu needed you to see. Needed you to believe…that he was alive, fully alive. He knew that it had been a fright for you, seeing him in the kitchen. When he watched Zoey pull you away from him, convincing you that you were exhausted, he knew that he would have to work hard to get you to believe that he was fully back now. He knew that he needed to be cautious about this in order to not risk scaring you away. It would take some time but he was determined. 

Jinu didn’t mean to follow you but when he noticed that you had gone into the aquarium, one of your favorite places, he couldn’t help himself. He kept his distance for a while, just watching you from afar and seeing the sad, closed off expression on your face that made his heart break. 

You had gone to the aquarium to hopefully feel a little more normal but all it was doing was bringing back memories of Jinu. You let out a small sigh as you looked out the big window, staring at the water and the different fish until you felt a presence. You felt your heartbeat pick up slightly as you slowly turned your head to look behind you and he was there. Jinu. You instantly looked away, closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, expecting him to be gone when you opened your eyes again. You looked behind you and he was still there, looking at you with a slightly concerned look. 

You shook your head and began to walk away, not wanting to seem insane in public. You could feel his presence following you which only made you feel even more uneasy. You thought the hallucination had been a one time thing but apparently it wasn’t. You picked up the pace as tears filled your eyes, not wanting to be seen having a breakdown. You hurried out of the aquarium, turning down a side street that was empty as you began to sob. 

“Y/n…please listen to me. I know this is a lot, but I’m alive. I’m really here…with you.” Jinu told you, reaching out towards you which only made you break down more. You were shaking and Jinu could tell you were panicking hard. “Y/n. Y/n, baby…breathe.” Jinu said urgently as he stepped closer to you. 

You stared at him with wide eyes and yelled. “Leave me alone! Just go away! Oh my god…I’m actually going insane…I can’t do this.” You said between sobs, pulling out your phone to call Zoey. You glanced at Jinu once more with a terrified expression before you hurried away, still sobbing. 

Jinu felt frozen. He wanted to run after you so badly but he had a feeling it would only make things worse. His eyes began to sting with tears as he just stood there, staring at the spot where you once stood. “Y/n…I’m really here again…” He said to no one, feeling a few tears fall from his eyes. 

[elijawrites]

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੭ silent voice ᰔ︰ a huntr/x & reader series ☂️

╰ ╴▸ ๑︶꒥︶꒷︶︶꒥꒷︶꒥︶︶꒷₊ this story may not follow the original plot of kpdh, this is a fanfiction.

synopsis. she was celine’s daughter, she should have been the leader of huntr/x. so why? why is it that Rumi got the role instead of her?

ft. huntr/x, mira, zoey, rumi, saja boys, bobby, celine, reader, cast of kpdh.

warnings. spoilers, use of heavy words, polytrix, mention of blood, mention of abuse, written in the reader’s pov, do not read if uncomfortable, some parts will not follow the original plot line, mention of selective mutism.

series masterlist (🪻) spoilers ahead

O1. always rumi O2. thorns O3. change of plans

O4. golden O5. ( wip ) O6. ( wip )

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( ! ) masterlist

[everythinglightpink]

I love Rumi sm guys

But Rumi with angst? Yk what hell yeahh

Tired!Rumi x Tired of Rumi’s bs!Reader

She’s been on Huntr/x World Tour for half of the year, finally, after their last concert they decide to take a hiatus.

Except—well, you know who.

You have been living with them for almost a year, you were. One of Zoey’s friends in America and decided to move to Korea, but it was hard to find a place to stay. So now, you live with them, with an incredible view of the city of Seoul from the windows.

Rumi is the leader, she very much acts like it too. Mira and Zoey always pointed out how she just can’t seem to relax for more than five minutes, Rumi was always doing something either in the house or just running errands. She worked until someone forced her to actually go to bed.

She didn’t complain, ever. It made you think if Rumi thought that’s how she could get people to like her, acts of service and acting like nothing is wrong. Like it’s not taking a toll on her, like she been doing this since the day she was born.

You see the way Mira and Zoey glance at each other when Rumi randomly cleans the house or insists on going to meetings with their manager, Bobby, even though it was unnecessary. You notice, you all do.

You weren’t super close with Rumi, definitely more than roommates but she didnt seem to know you well because she was never giving herself a break.

Control freak?

Maybe, possibly.

Or is it such a habit she doesn’t realize it’s abnormal?

She’s doing it again.

Zoey and Mira already asleep by the time Rumi comes home, midnight, almost one. You groggily get out of bed when you smell the scent of food, knowing it was her.

It’s scary how she never acts tired, she’s..cheerful, even.

You just lean against the doorway, almost slipping on your pajamas. You yawn, she turns her head to see you. She smiles softly, her long purple hair still in her unique messy braid, she looks at your figure before turning back to the lazy ramen she was boiling.

“I promise, this will actually be the last time.”

She said that last time, and the other last time, and the time before that.

This was the fourth time this week, she only skipped a day because Mira forced her home before it was too late like tonight.

You sigh, almost grumbling before walking over to the stove and leaning against the counter next to Rumi and the stove. She barely turns her head to look at you again. She oblivious that everyone is starting to get annoyed of this, maybe sometimes she realizes she may have overdone a day or two.

You tilt your head slightly to look at her side profile and the noodles still boiling as she stirred. Studying her without saying anything made her look at you again, side eyeing you.

"What?"

Her voice is soft and gentle, almost like a whisper, she tilts her head a little more so she can fully see your face, she has no idea why you're staring at her. Or does she? Is there something on her face? She mentally checks what she had eaten earlier, hoping there wasn't any sauce or anything on her lips or teeth.

You don't say anything, she waits patiently, wondering if you're okay. Maybe you're sleep talking, she shrugs, continuing to stir the noodles gently, she watches the bubbles slowly rise to the top before popping.

"You want some?"

She asks, gesturing towards the pot of ramen. Her voice is still soft and gentle, she turns her head to look at you properly now, waiting for your answer.

You look at her for a second before smiling almost bitterly, scoffing and looking forward towards the fridge. You shake your head, body arching a bit off the counter as you lazily stretch. Your head tilts enough to look at her again.

“No, thanks.”

She counted two minutes of silence before you speak again, in those two minutes you spent the whole time studying her, unapologetically looking even if she looked back. She was horrible at keeping eye contact, at least with you.

“Are you..alright?”

For once,you sounded serious, not sleepy or upset, just..worried and sincere.

Your question makes her stiffen up, she didn't expect that question from you especially because you didn't seem interested in speaking. She quickly shakes her head as she laughs awkwardly.

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm alright."

She says, sounding convincing even though you can tell that there's clearly something wrong. She turns back to the stove, focusing on the ramen. She stirs it gently, watching the bubbles rise to the top before popping.

"I'm fine, really."

She says, her voice softer now, she glances at you quickly before looking back at the stove. She hopes you believe her, she doesn't want anyone to worry about her. Especially not you.

You actually turn your body toward her, she noticed and took the noodles off the stove to drain some of the water while mumbling more that’s she fine, and why wouldn’t she be?

You don’t say anything, now, you’ve come to realize she dislikes silence, always seeing her blasting music or some TV show when she’s actually home or cleaning.

It’s never quiet for more than three minutes.

When she finally sets up her ramen bowl, she looks nervous to eat..in front of you. She leans against one of the counter that is slightly across from you, bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other but she doesn’t look up.

“You keep repeating yourself, y’know? Is it to convince me or yourself?”

No one talks to her the way you do, it makes her head spin.

Your arms still loosely crossed, pushing yourself off the counter, taking small steps towards her.

You step closer to her, she tenses up, feeling your presence near her. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She doesn't want you to see her like this, vulnerable and weak. She forces a smile on her face, looking up at you.

"I'm fine, really. I promise."

She says, her voice is shaky, she tries to sound confident but fails miserably. She takes a bite of her ramen, chewing slowly. She swallows before looking back at you, her eyes wide and innocent.

"Why would you ask me that? Do I seem like I'm not okay?"

She asks, her voice is higher now, she sounds defensive. She doesn't want you to think that she's not okay, she wants you to think that she's strong and capable.

“No, you seem perfectly fine..”

One step.

Just one smaller one.

“Nobody can be that fine all the time, there’s no balance. It’s okay to not be okay, Rumi.”

You lean in just a bit closer to gently grab her braid from the back and pull it to the front, feeling her hair. Soft fingers finding the end to start unbraiding. Focusing on it with your gaze, it made Rumi actually look at you for more than a minute.

“Just..please. Please don’t push yourself too hard.”

Your words rang through the empty kitchen, she actually paused her slurping which made the noodles drop into the bowl. Yet, she still averted her gaze. Her head gently shaking, to warn you: ‘I’m going to dismiss you in the most polite way because i respect you.’

“Look, I know I overwork myself..sometimes but I’m just used to this. So, it doesn’t tire me out, I don’t get tired out easily.”

She tilts her head slightly to let you continue unbraiding her long, weighted hair. This time, she let the silence crowd the kitchen, hush the conversation for a little. Just for a little.

You let her be in control of the silence.

Plus, it wasn’t completely silent due to the slurping of her noodles and the soft sound of her hair sighing of relief from finally being untangled, being more able to breathe than Rumi herself.

She attempts to change the subject.

“Hey, so there’s this new shop and i wanted to know—“

“Rumi.”

“What?”

She couldn’t see your face but she knew too well. she huffs, putting her bowl down to fully leans her head back so you could untangle the top.

“No, I’m being serious, Zoey bought that one stuffed turtle there—the one that looks like it’s on one.”

She laughs, not obnoxious, but there wasn’t any ounce of exhaustion in the delightful sound. By now, you’re finished with undressing her braid and being met with her long lavender waves. You rarely see this side of her, her being just slightly more relaxed than usual. Even if she tries to reassure herself and plays it off as reassuring you.

“Rumi.”

You say softer, but she still won’t face you. Her chuckle slowly fading, but shes still giddy, or at least tying to be.

But she doesn’t respond or even dismiss you. She’s patient, more patient at this time of night.

“Cry.”

She actually stiffens, like the way characters in cartoons do when they realize they are in the air.

She huffs as a laugh, she hopes you’re joking.

“Don’t force yourself to laugh. Just..cry instead.”

Rumi doesn’t face you, but she’s not completely frozen because her fingers always tap rhythmically when she’s nervous. Or just, sad, exhausted. All of the above?

You tried to comfort her, putting a hand on her shoulder but it didn’t last long. She walks out of the kitchen murmuring a goodnight.

A door upstairs slam shut, softly, but you still painfully hear.

That’s just who she is, she can’t let anyone in.

Not Zoey.

Not Mira.

Not even you.

Her bottle of emotions never spills, never stains anyone, yet never expires. It’s just there..waiting to explode when it fills. But it never will, no one would know about it anyway.

You almost got under her skin.

The first layer, at least.

Okay first post is angst and thats okayyy

The Mr. Plankton reference hello?? 🤭🤭

Part 2?

Requests are open!

[madebycloud]

It's my right to be hellish, I still get jealous

zoey x female reader — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

summary．seeing how close your girlfriend is with a new idol has you feeling jealous. (requested by Partykitty69 from wattpad) warnings/themes．light angst and fluff, making out, jealousy, secret relationship, insecure!reader, 4th member!reader words．2.7k

I don't like the way he's looking at you I'm starting to think you want him too Am I crazy? Have I lost ya? Even though I know you love me, can't help it

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“The Saja Boys will sit with us!”

The what? You turn your head to look at Rumi, eyebrows furrowing.

“What? Rumi?”

“Rumi, what are you doing?”

“Are you serious?”

“We need every fan,” Rumi explains as she takes her seat again.

You frown at the leader's questionable behavior. Seriously? the rivals—demons—are sitting with us?

The staff members quickly arrange the space to accommodate everyone, pushing chairs and moving tables, then the boy group takes their seats. The blue-haired and Jinu settle into the seats on either side of you, leaving Zoey on the opposite side.

Meanwhile, Baby (his name, you think) grabs the bottle of water in front of him and takes a long sip.

Zoey huffs. “I am not sitting with no Saja Boy—” A pause, then she giggles. “What's up?”

Your ears catch the tone of your girlfriend's voice. She sounds very friendly. Too friendly.

Craning your head to the side, you see your girlfriend happily talking with...one of the Saja Boys.

Mystery, if you remember correctly.

You scoff at the sight, then turn your attention away from Zoey and face forward.

So what if Zoey sounds a bit too friendly? She's always friendly. Maybe even a bit too friendly to others sometimes. That's just who she is, but it's never bothered you this much before.

It shouldn't bother you now either.

Except it does.

...

Idiot.

You're just being overly possessive for no good reason.　

Zoey is just being nice. She was being friendly with other male idols and stuff before, too...

You sigh before crossing your arms and sinking down into your seat.

...besides, your relationship isn't public. Rumi and Mira are the only ones who know that you and Zoey are dating.

So technically Zoey is still 'single' in the public's eyes. 

And technically, she is allowed to talk and behave in whatever way she wants.

Just because you're dating her doesn't give you the right to be upset about the way she acts around other guys, especially if they're other male idols. You cannot expect her to act differently towards others just because you're dating her. 

That's just ridiculous.

It's not her fault that you're feeling jealous and insecure—and frankly, it's not her problem either.

This jealousy of yours is your problem. Yours. Not hers.

So, get a grip, get ahold of yourself, get over these feelings.

...

Easier said than done.

A snort sounds beside you. Turning your head, you find Baby eyeing you with an amused smirk on his lips. “Man, I didn't know there were two Miras here.” what's that supposed to mean? “You look grumpy.” 

“Well, I wasn't until you spoke up,” you mutter to yourself.

The demon doesn't have a chance to respond before a fan approaches him. 

Right. You're here to sign autographs, interact with fans, and not get into petty squabbles. And definitely not for you to be acting like some overly possessive, jealous, angsty teen in those cringy high school dramas—

You're a fucking adult. The mature thing to do would be to let it go and enjoy the event.

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After the event...

It's just you and Zoey sitting inside the van. Everyone else is off to who knows where. Probably to the restrooms.

You sigh deeply, slumping against the seat.

Your girlfriend, however, never seems to run out of things to talk about, “Did you see all the comments about us? The fans are shipping us with other idols, too,” Zoey lists out. “There's RuJinu, MiroMaBby, ZhoeStery...and people also like to ship you with Baby!” 

You hum as she speaks; you don't even know what to say. Fans will always pair idols they think would look good together. It's all for fun. A harmless entertainment that the fans participate in.

Though, right now...you're not feeling very entertained.

The street lamps flicker above, throwing spots of light across the pavement as you stare out the window, drowning out Zoey's voice.　

Maybe you're just tired.

Maybe you just need some time for yourself. 

Or a distraction.

A distraction from your thoughts and emotions. Anything to get your mind off this weird, ugly feeling that's making you feel so possessive and jealous.

Like...

Like music.

Music. 

Your first love. Music has never made you jealous before or brought up any negative feelings like this. It has always been nothing but a comfort and a constant companion.

Music can be a temporary escape from the world—

“Hey, hey—”　

Zoey pokes your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You glance sideways, meeting her eyes.

“You're spacing out,” Zoey says with a laugh, then pauses when she sees the look on your face. “Are you okay...? Is something— did I do something wrong?”

Blinking, you shake your head as if to clear away the remaining cobwebs of thought from your mind.

Your eyes flicker to Zoey's face, taking in the concern in her eyes, the downturn of her lips.

Damn it all if your heart doesn't clench at the sight.

But you force an easy smile onto your face. “No, no, no, you didn't do anything wrong. Just—” a shrug, a small wave of your hand. “—tired, that's it. It was a long day. Must be catching up to me.”

You're bullshitting her. And you hate it.

You hate it because the last thing you want to do is lie to Zoey. But you can't exactly tell her the truth...that you're feeling jealous because she's being too friendly with another male idol.

Besides, how stupid is that? How pathetic.

She would just laugh at you if you told her.

Or think that you're weird.

Or both.

And you don't want her thinking that way about you.

So, you keep up the act. Pretending that all you're feeling is a little bit of exhaustion, not this ugly, tangled mess of jealousy in your chest.

It works...or at least, Zoey seems to believe your bullshit.

Nodding in acceptance, she offers you a smile. “Oh...oh, okay, good. I was worried for a second there. You were, like, super quiet and not saying anything, and I thought that— maybe I was saying something annoying or something.”

As if. 

Zoey could be rambling about the history of turtles, and you'd still be all ears. That's how charismatic she is.

And you are utterly helpless when it comes to that damn charisma of hers.

“You could never annoy me,” you murmur, taking her hand and intertwining your fingers with hers. The forced smile growing soft. More genuine. “I was just...just thinking about stuff. Sorry for worrying you.”

Zoey's smile softens to match yours. “Like what?” she prompts gently. “I mean, if, uh...if you don't mind me asking...I just want to know...”

“Oh, you know, just—” Jealousy. Doubt. Insecurities. “...things.”

But of course, that's not gonna fly with Zoey. Her head tilts a bit, a frown on her lips. “What kind of things?”

“It's stupid. Just me being stupid and overthinking things. Seriously.”

“If it's bothering you this much then it's not stupid.”

Her words only feed the guilt, eating away at you.

Because she's right. If something is troubling you and it bothers you, you should be able to share it with anyone.　

Sighing in resignation, you rub the back of your neck with one hand while the other stays tangled with Zoey's. “...promise you won't laugh at me if I tell you what I'm thinking about?”

“Promise,” Zoey says right away with a firm nod.

You squeeze her hand tighter in yours as you force the words out of your mouth. “I was being stupid,” you begin. “Overthinking things. You know...like, the dumb, petty kind of feelings when the person you're dating is being friendly with other people.”

“Like...I know you're friendly by nature and I like that about you. I'd never want you to change, or to like...stop being yourself. It's just...” you continue, dropping your gaze down to your joined hands in her lap. Thumb brushing back and forth along the back of her hand. “Seeing you be so friendly with the demons. Especially, especially, Mystery. The way you talk to him. Smile at him. It...it just made me feel...”　

You look up to stare at Zoey once more: in the faint light of the street lamps, brown eyes trace the features of your face, drifting down to rest briefly on your mouth before rising up to meet your eyes again. a sharp inhale. Tongue peeking out to wet your lip. She follows the movement with her gaze, her lips parting slightly.

“...jealous,” you finally finish. “It made me feel jealous.” 

The words sound as dumb and stupid out loud as they did in your head. 

“Oh,” Zoey murmurs.

God. This is so pathetic.

“Look,” you try to backtrack. “It's stupid. I'm being stupid. Forget I said anything—”

The words die in your mouth as Zoey's free hand cups your jaw, pulling you forward, and then those lips of hers silence you with a kiss.

Surprise has your eyes wide open as you blink fast—but once the initial shock wears off, you melt into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. 

Zoey's lips are soft, as always. And yet she kisses you messily and desperately. You're both hungry. Starving for the taste and feel of the other. Teeth grazing against lips. Fingers tangling in hair as breathless moans fill your ears. 

Greedy, the need to be even closer to her takes over as you tilt your head to the side, your free hand gripping her knee, pulling her closer. Her knee bumps against your thigh as she climbs onto your lap without breaking the kiss.

She pulls you in deeper, pressing herself against you with a whine that you eagerly swallow up. Heat floods the base of your spine, blood rushing in your ears as you nip at her lower lip. Hands moving up until they reach her waist, brushing over the bare skin of her midriff.

Zoey shudders, and then reluctantly pulls back just enough to take a breath. Gasping for air as a string of saliva briefly connects your lips. 

You blink once, twice. Swallowing, you open your mouth to say, Wow, that was—

But Zoey beats you to it. “Sorry...” she mumbles. “You were saying...?”

...

What were you saying again?

...

Oh...oh, right.

The jealousy. The thoughts. The doubts. 

Your stupid confession.

“I was saying...I was...I was...” you start, fingers tightening on her waist as you try to gather the few brain cells you still have left. “I just...felt jealous—”

“You were jealous.”

“Seeing you talk to Mystery—”

Zoey bites her swollen lip. “You think I like him?”

The question is so out of left field that you can't help the incredulous look that appears on your face.

Because what?

“Huh? Wha— of course not. That's not what I'm saying, it's not that I don't trust you, honey. I do. I just felt...jealous. Stupid, I know— but, I don't know, I just kept thinking all these stupid, dumb, insecure, jealous, shitty, shitty thoughts about you and—”

The rambling cuts off as Zoey's finger presses lightly against your lips.

And you're thankful because that's probably the most pathetic word vomit you've ever spewed in your life.

She doesn't laugh or think you're weird. Like you feared she would. Her eyes don't hold any judgment in them. No mockery. There's just...understanding.

Carefully, Zoey cups your face with both hands. “Honey, you could have just said from the beginning that you were jealous instead of going all crazy in your head.”

That's— yeah...

You could have. Should have told her how you were feeling the moment those insecure thoughts began whispering in your head.

The rational, logical side of your brain knew Zoey would understand, even though it would still be awkward to confess it.

Your other dumb, emotional side? not so much.

Releasing a slow sigh, you lean your cheek into her palm.⠀

Zoey smiles tenderly, thumb tracing over your cheek as she speaks. “Look, even if I talk or smile or laugh at Mystery, it doesn't mean I like him or that I'll leave you. I have zero interest in Mystery, okay? the only person I want...as in the only person I'm actually dating and in love with, is you.”

And just like that, the ugly feeling of insecurity lessens, replaced with a warm glow of relief. One of your hands covers hers, pressing a kiss into her palm, and another one, then one more.

She chuckles. “Feeling better now that you got that off your chest?” she teases, and your hands settle on her waist again.

“Much better, yeah. Sorry for being dumb and insecure. I know I shouldn't have let the thoughts get to me, but...” You shrug. “You are one hell of a charmer, y'know, and people, like Mystery, they...” You shake your head. “They see how amazing you are. And I can't blame them. If I wasn't dating you myself, I'd be all over your ass mmph—”

That's as far as you get before Zoey's lips are on yours again.

Another hungry, deep kiss to shut you up, and you immediately sink into it. Moans and sighs reverberate throughout the van as both hands on her waist slide around, grasping the curve of her ass to pull her closer.

Zoey gasps, the noise lost as your tongue swipes at her bottom lip before slipping past and into her mouth. Her hand shifts to grip the back of your head, keeping it tilted at an angle while she grinds down on you.

And oh,

Oh.

This is what a distraction feels like.

No thoughts. Only Zoey.

Gone are the jealousy, the insecurities, the doubt.

Teeth biting, nipping, and sucking at lips. Hands tugging at hair and gripping at hips. Breathless moans. Skin against skin, heated and flushed.　

Zoey grinds down, hips moving in rhythmic little circles against yours as your lips travel to her jaw and then her neck, where you lavish kisses and bites on the skin, knowing how the hickeys will bloom later on.

“Fuck, honey—” A hiss and curse slip out of her, fingers digging into her ass, encouraging the slow roll of her body against yours. “Not— not gonna look good for tomorrow's interview.” 

A possessive part deep inside of you doesn't care, wanting to mark Zoey as yours. A hickey or two wouldn't hurt.

Besides, you know for a fact there'll be a makeup artist that can cover up the hickeys with a touch of foundation and some concealer.

Still, you pull back with a groan, then press your lips back against hers and run your tongue over, seeking out her own. Teeth nip at each other's lips before your tongue dips past the warm, wet cavern, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.

And you're so absorbed in the dizzying warmth of your wonderful, amazing, fantastic girlfriend's lips that you don't hear the sound of the van door sliding open. Not until you hear someone loudly clearing their throat from the open doorway.

Both you and Zoey pull away, panting heavily, and quickly turn to find Rumi and Mira holding a box filled with donuts.

“Wow,” Rumi says.

...

Shit.

Zoey quickly jumps off your lap, coughing awkwardly as she adjusts her hair and clothes.

While you just sit there, blinking. The only thought that can manage to form in your mind is a resounding, What in the hell.

Mira's gaze flickers from Zoey to you and then back to her. She lifts the box in her hand. “We bought donuts,” she states. “But...I think you two already had some dessert of your own.”

Well.

She's not wrong.

Zoey laughs nervously, snatching the box from Mira's hands. “Uh, ha ha...y-yeah, we, uh...” She then opens the box to grab a donut and shoves it into her mouth to avoid saying anything else.⠀

Rumi and Mira exchange a knowing look before getting inside the van and taking their seats behind you. The two of them are quiet. No comments or jokes about what they saw. 

You and Zoey, too, stay silent.

You, because you feel like someone just dumped a bucket of cold water over your head.

And Zoey, because she's focused on inhaling the donut in her mouth.

Until Mira's voice floats over your shoulder.

“If you guys want to continue eating your dessert, Rumi and I can just—”

“Mira!”

“What? Was just saying.” The pink haired shrugs innocently. “Since both of you have such a...big appetite.”

“MIRA!”

[lqveharrington]

Immortally Yours

1: The Original (series masterlist)

summary: As an immortal demon hunter posing as a K-pop idol, you lead Huntr/x to secretly fight demons and protect the Honmoon seal. But when a demon boy band led by Jinu—someone you thought was gone from your life forever—threatens everything, you're forced to face both a looming battle and a painful past that could change the fate of the world.

pairing: jinu x immortal!hunter!reader

includes: romanized korean, origin lore, fans being mean, celine not being a good guardian to rumi, cursing, fighting w/demons, zoey being the best “little sister” ever, idol awards take place a lot later than the movie, other than that everything else stays the same except for the romance plot (lmk if i missed anything!)

word count: 3.8k

a/n: this was supposed to be one fic, but it somehow snowballed into a series. oops! hopefully you all enjoy this as much as i did writing it :)

You weren't entirely sure why or how you had become immortal. All you knew was that it worked in your favor because you were a hunter. And not just any hunter—a hunter of demons.

You were a part of the first generation of hunters, the time when Gwi-Ma first began to take souls and capture humans, turning them into demons to do his bidding. The same time, he was lulled into the temptation of clothing and food.

The first time you remember saving someone was your… friend’s mom and his little sister. Their terrified faces were all it took for you and your girls to help defend them and the village, creating the first ever—and to your knowledge, only—Honmoon.

With every new generation, you would guide and train new hunters the best you could from the years of experience you had fighting the demons Gwi-Ma would send to Earth. You would fight alongside them, teaching them the skills necessary to refine their technique.

But as time passed, more and more people recognized your folktales and bedtime stories, causing you to pull back and manage the girls instead of fighting with them.

Over the years you spent training, managing, and fighting with new generations of hunters, you found yourself constantly looking for a solution to save souls that had already been taken. And maybe you could find a solution to still save him.

But the last time you were able to manage a generation of hunters was the Sunlight Sisters. You already trained Rumi since her mother was already a hunter, but you were still missing three more singers and hunters. And when you began to scout for the following generation, Celine—the lead singer and hunter of the Sunlight Sisters—specifically asked you to be a part of the latest group Huntr/x because she was afraid Rumi wouldn't be enough to lead the group on her own due to the demon qualities she gained from her father.

You wanted to argue that Rumi was perfectly capable of leading the new generation of hunters—especially since she trained harder than any other hunter you've recruited—but Celine wasn't willing to listen. It was either you became a part of Hunt/x or Rumi wasn’t going to be a hunter at all.

So you became the leader of this new generation of hutners alongside Rumi.

The leader of hunters for the first time in 400 years.

Throughout finding and selecting two more hunters—which led you to Mira and Zoey, who picked up the training much faster than anticipated—Celine announced to the world the newest group she helped curate with you—well, your fake name you chose as the Sunlight Sisters’ manager. For the next generation, you chose the name you were born with all those centuries ago.

Unfortunately, now that you were a different person, Celine had to inform the press and media that you were the daughter of Sunlight Sisters’ manager, protecting who and what you truly were from the world. But that's when the rumors and whispers began to spread.

Many fans already thought it was unfair for you to be a part of a group because your “mother” was simply a manager of one of the biggest groups in the world. They said it was unfair to the rest of the unknown talent around the world who couldn’t have a chance in the music industry because you were a nepo baby. They hadn’t even heard you sing, and they already had their opinions set on you.

And it apparently made sense that Rumi was a part of Huntr/x because her mother passed away so early in her career.

Luckily for you, the girls—Rumi, Zoey, and Mira—instantly came to your defense during interviews and press conferences when those questions came up, saying you weren't the nepo baby every claimed you were and that you were probably better than the three of them combined.

Although that seemed to calm down most of the fans, Celine made sure that there were lawyers on standby just in case something terrible happened.

And when Huntr/x made their official debut, you had everyone’s mouth drop wide open at how well you performed. The three girls weren’t lying when they said you were better—you truly were a secret meant to be told to the world. By the end of the performance, you had several people defending you on every social media platform, while others still found you unworthy of being on stage.

Thankfully, the backlash wasn’t enough to prevent Huntr/x’s success in the music industry. Meaning you were officially back as a singer—or an idol, as they called it now.

You often found yourself missing all the behind-the-scenes work and getting silent praise from the fans—and the privacy that came along with it—but singing for the public and knowing you were helping all these people without them truly knowing felt amazing. The thrill of singing for fans who want to listen to your songs had your heart beating in excitement—it made you feel young.

It was new to you—fighting onstage while singing for the audience in sold-out stadiums. While you fought demons while singing before, you had never done so in front of thousands of people who paid to watch Huntr/x sing their hearts out. It was funny seeing all the fans think that the demons were all just part of special effects.

Technology now was truly amazing.

And while every concert created a bond between Huntr/x and their fans, the bond between you and the three girls grew better every day. You had told Mira and Zoey about your immortalization long before you debuted, but that didn’t bother them one bit. They seemed to tease you for being so old and constantly fascinated by the latest technology.

Rumi, on the other hand, refused to tell the girls about her patterns until the Honmoon was completely sealed, simply because Celine told her not to tell anyone. Your heart ached for the poor girl, but she seemed to trust her judgment more than yours.

Nevertheless, you and the girls bonded and found a dysfunctional harmony that you could rely on every day.

Three years later, you still felt the same thrill and excitement as Huntr/x finished their world tour. Over the last three years, the Honmoon grew stronger than ever and was nearly at its full potential—the seal was teased with gold with every concert you put on.

It was then that you and Rumi knew it was time to seal Gwi-Ma and his demons away for good.

The two of you released Golden to the public that very same night.

Promotion started right away, and the song instantly went viral—Or as Bobby put it, the song was on fire. Golden was the true story of Huntr/x—about who you all were and where the four of you were going next. It would begin a new chapter for the whole world.

Everyone seemed to listen to it daily because they loved it, and the song instantly skyrocketed to #1 in nearly every chart imaginable.

Unfortunately, as you and the girls rehearsed for your first live performance of Golden, Rumi’s voice began to crumble. She ran out ten minutes before the performance, which led to the performance not happening at all. When Rumi came back, she found solace in your waiting arms, Zoey and Mira looking at her with sadness.

The entire way back to the tower, Rumi hadn’t said anything. Not until you were all halfway through dinner. She apologized about the show, and the three of you instantly brushed it off, not blaming her at all when she explained that her voice was in trouble.

But with the Idol awards coming up in two months—and special events appearing every other day—Rumi needed her voice fixed as soon as possible.

Almost immediately, Zoey claimed to have a totally legit idea, suggesting that this doctor had a special tonic that could heal sore throats and relationships.

The second she said special tonic, you were already expecting a scam. And when the four of you entered Doctor Han’s office the next day, you knew you were absolutely right about the scam.

The photos he had plastered on his wall were stickers of himself with celebrities he had probably never met. Hell, Huntr/x was on his wall, and you had never met this doctor in your entire 400 years of living. You glanced at Mira with a grimace on your face as Rumi tried to lift Zoey’s spirits by claiming the place was totally legit.

Mira shrugged and peeled open one of the magazines on the side table, raising her brows at the latest news in the K-pop industry.

You leaned your head on Zoey’s shoulder as the Doctor walked inside the office, urging Rumi to sit upon the examination table. He went on and on about how one needed to understand the whole before healing—it sounded like a bunch of crap until he began listing things off that Rumi definitely did.

“He is kinda good,” Mira muttered when he said Rumi had lots of walls up.

Unbeknownst to everyone, he also began to list things off he saw from you, Mira, and Zoey as well. For some reason, he decided that the appointment included the entire group, not just Rumi.

“Hm… I see…” He looked at you with wide eyes that stared straight into your soul before backing up and adjusting his glasses. “Longing. You’ve lived a long life and yet…”

You narrow your eyes at his unfinished thought, voice sharp yet careful. “And yet what?”

“You seek love. It’ll be here a lot sooner than you think.” He nodded to himself and patted your hand before turning to Mira, flinching in fear from the pink-haired girl.

Your face contorted into pure confusion while Mira asked—no, demanded—for the special tonics that you all came here for. You quietly got up from your seat and entered the waiting room of his office, staring blankly at the wall that was decorated with fake pictures.

The Doctor wasn’t wrong about your long life, but seeking love? Love was the last thing on your mind.

You sighed and scrubbed your face in frustration, your frown deepening when you saw one of the stickers fall off the framed photo. Pursing your lips, you turned your attention toward the window, hoping to clear your mind, when your eyes caught something.

A bird that looked too familiar stood on one of the poles in front of the office, staring at you like it had something personal it wanted to say. You tilt your head at the unusual sight and exit the building, following the magpie as it flies into the town square, where several people are forming a crowd.

There were more people than usual in town, which made you wonder if someone leaked where the Huntr/x girls were. For safety, you pulled your sunglasses back over your eyes and tugged your jacket higher. Looking around, it seemed as if no one had noticed you or the fact that the other three Huntr/x girls were missing.

You were about to ask a couple of girls by your side about what was happening when someone tugged at your arm. You glanced over your shoulder and saw Zoey with a small scowl on her face.

“What’s wrong?” You looked over her to make sure she wasn’t hurt before doing the same to the other two girls, face falling ever so slightly when you realized you had lost sight of the bird you came out here for.

“We ran into these jerks who—” She started to complain before interrupting herself and pointing at a pink and purple puff of smoke ahead as music began to fill the square.

You mentally groaned as you recognized the haze of pink and purple. It was the smoke that appeared whenever demons would teleport from place to place, meaning that the boys singing and dancing for the crowd of people were demons.

The last thing you would have expected all day was for Gwi-Ma to send a demon boy band to take the fans to destroy the Honmoon. The very Honmoon you helped create four centuries ago—the one you swore to protect forever.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” You rub your forehead in exasperation while the boy demons sang a song called Soda Pop, their outfits bright and colorful compared to what you’ve seen them wear several times before. “This is Gwi-Ma’s plan?”

Mira chuckled at you before holding Zoey’s shoulders down, her own shoulders moving along to the catchy beat of the stupid song. Rumi narrowed her eyes at the five boys, her hands clenching by her side. The Honmoon was nearly sealed, and she wasn’t going to let a silly demon boy band ruin her chances of finally being free from the patterns that had kept her trapped her whole life.

“We gotta stop this now.” Rumi grabbed you by the arm and pushed through the growing crowd, her glare trained on the demons who seemed to win over everyone’s heart.

As you got close to the demons, you focused on each of their face, wondering if you could recognize any of them from the past. However, it seemed nearly impossible to tell if you knew them since their hair was dyed unnaturally. Then your eyes landed on—what you were guessing was—their leader.

Unfortunately, you could recognize that voice, that hair, those eyes, anywhere you went.

"Jinu?" You ask under your breath as he dances on the raised platform, following his every movement.

His own eyes sorted through the crowd until they landed on you, his practiced and prideful smile faltering for a brief second before finishing the song and posing with his group.

“That’s it for now. See you tonight on everyone’s favorite variety show.” Jinu gestured to the billboard behind him while he kept his eyes trained on you, daring you to come find him. “Saja boys love you!”

And just like they appeared, they disappeared with a trace of pink and purple smoke.

“To be fair, that’s also something a magician would do.” Zoey tilted her head as the crowds gushed over the Saja Boys.

“Oh, those are demons. And we’re gonna kill them.” Rumi narrowed her eyes, determination set with pure annoyance and hatred. “Let’s get battle-ready.”

The four of you instantly made it back to the tower and prepared yourself for the fight, adorning yourselves in black leather suits, colored accessories, and black nail polish. While the girls ate their pregame meal, you conjured your gakgung from the Honmoon and stared at it, fingers digging into the carved details and reading them like it was a secret only you knew.

Unknowingly, Zoey caught your blank stare and appeared by your side, offering you ramen with your face on it. “You okay?”

You blinked and nodded, taking the ramen cup from her. “Yeah, just… Confused.”

“Don’t worry, we all are.” She nudged you with her elbow. “Besides, the second we get these demons, the Honmoon you helped create will finally be sealed! Isn’t that crazy?”

You smile at her, “Actually… Yeah, it kinda is.”

“That’s the spirit! Kaja kaja kaja, I want to kill them as soon as possible!” She shook your arm before returning to the two girls and grabbing fistfuls of shrimp crackers.

You shook your head in amusement, taking small bites from your ramen. If anything, you wanted to kill these demons as much as she did, but there was a small feeling in the back of your head telling you there was one thing you had to do before sealing the Honmoon.

When the four of you made it backstage to the variety show, your weapons were already in hand as you climbed to the top of the set. Unfortunately, the Saja Boys spotted the sea of leather above them.

So much for a great hiding spot.

As the fans went crazy over the fact that both Huntr/x and the Saja Boys were on stage at the same time, you redirected your gaze from the Saja Boys to the crowd and waved awkwardly.

“We just wanted to stop by and congratulate our hoobaes on their debut and—”

“And of course, Play Games With Us!” Jinu spoke into the microphone with enthusiasm, earning louder cheers from the audience. “Bring out the slides!”

The four of you looked at each other, and slowly, you all made it down the colorful slides, the leather scraping against the plastic with a horrid noise. You winced as you scooted down the slide, huffing when you landed in equally hard plastic balls.

You stood up quickly and helped Rumi out of the ball pit as Mira took Zoey’s hand, the four of you switching your grimaces out for smiles.

“It was truly an honor to share the stage with you,” Jinu said kindly and bowed in respect, followed by the remaining Saja Boys.

Rumi blinked furiously at the sight and bowed in return, “Oh, no. The honor is ours.”

And—to no one’s surprise—the leather betrayed the four of you, and the boys were able to bow much lower than you could. The curtains shut the nine of you away from the crowd as the variety show ended, Huntr/x still trapped in a bowed position as the Saja Boys ran out of the building faster than you could whip your weapons out.

Bursting out of the building, you caught sight of the pink clothes the boys wore on the variety show, entering a bathhouse. Zoey gasped when she realized you all would finally go to the bathhouse with Rumi, shaking her shoulders in excitement as you entered the building.

“Men’s?” Mira groaned when she caught sight of several old men in hot baths.

You shushed the three girls when they began to complain, ushering them into a separate room where the five demons were standing a little too proudly for your liking. Instantly, you all raised your weapons at them, zero mercy in your faces and stances.

“Wow, did you really follow us in here?” Jinu tilted his head at the four of you, his dark eyes finding yours on instinct.

Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek as Rumi, Zoey, and Mira argued with the demon named Abby. Not only were you furious at Gwi-Ma for trying to destroy the Honmoon when you were so close to sealing it for good, but you were furious over the fact that Jinu stood in front of you like he didn’t leave you on your own all those years ago. His gaze softened ever so slightly when he saw your eyes flicker with something familiar before you held your gakgung higher, pyeonjeon between your fingers.

Before either of you knew it, water demons were sent after Huntr/x with the promise of all the souls in the bathhouse. While the three girls fought the water demons away, your mind swayed with decisions before you chased after the only demon who didn’t deserve your immediate attention.

You caught up to Jinu and pushed him into a steam room, glaring at him with so much hatred he swore he would be able to feel it from the demon realm. You sparred with him for another second before you pinned him down with your legs, summoning your gakgung once more and pulling the string back.

“What the hell, Jinu!” You shouted at him with anger and disbelief.

He grunted when you straddled him against the stone, “Can you wait for just a second—”

“Shut up.” You seethed and blinked away your tears of frustration, not caring if the girls ran into the room at any given time. “I haven't heard from you in—oh, I don't know—two hundred fucking years, and this is how I see you again? On a mission to destroy the Honmoon?”

The glow of your pyeonjeon highlighted the expression on both your faces—your face covered with so much anguish that it physically hurt Jinu to even stare at you, and his face was covered with regret and grief that you weren’t sure if you could ever really hate him.

“I mean, age doesn't show— Ow!” Jinu tried to lighten the mood, only earning a jab to the side from your elbow. His eyes darted to the rising steam, frowning when he realized you were in a full leather suit. You must’ve been dying from how hot it was getting.

He tried to sit up but failed, questioning you from the floor instead. “What do you want from me?”

“An explanation!” You shout, causing Jinu to flinch. You breathed for a second, letting your chest rise and fall to calm yourself down before you saw the silver ring that adorned his finger, your expression faltering. That couldn’t be the same ring…

You sucked in a breath, meeting his eyes once more. “An explanation, Jinu. I’ve been—”

The sound of old men’s voices interrupted your tangent, your eyes never wavering from Jinu’s as frantic footsteps zoomed past the steam room you both were in. He raised his brows at you, surprised that you didn’t get up at the distraught voices and movements before he saw your silver ring.

It wasn’t adorned on your finger like his was—Instead, your ring was on a necklace that you wore, glinting from the glow of your weapons. Jinu stared at the ring much longer than anticipated because you noticed, causing you to tuck away the necklace under your leather suit, where it was hidden originally.

You opened your mouth to say something else when one of your girls called for you, your mind instantly switching to one of concern.

“Unnie! Where are you?” You heard Rumi's voice echo through the bathhouse, the splashing of boots following every other second. “We need to get out! The—”

“The old men are kicking us out!” Zoey yelled in disgust.

You huffed and glared at Jinu one last time. If you couldn't get an explanation, the least you could do was try to stop him from destroying the very thing you protected. “Stop coming after our Honmoon, Jinu. We’re so close to sealing it.”

“You know I can't, jagiya,” Jinu spoke softly—the nickname coming out naturally, that you didn’t even realize he said it. “He's—”

“Unnie!” You heard Mira shout this time, making you huff at how poorly everything was timed today.

“Coming!” You yell back and push off Jinu, pointing the arrowhead of your glowing pyeonjeon at him. “You did this to us, you fix it.”

You left the steam room with a huff, your weapons vanishing back into the Honmoon. Jinu stood up from the hot floor and watched as the glowing Honmoon around him flashed a dark pink, meaning a weak spot was created.

Scrubbing his face in frustration, Jinu didn’t know if you meant fix the weakening Honmoon or fix the relationship that was holding on by a singular thread.

<chapter two>

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