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Saja Boys x Social Media Manager! Reader

The idea that these five somehow researched K-Pop and modern idol culture well enough to pull off their plan is hilarious. Jinu thinks "Save the Date" means an actual date, but understands how to manage an online fan club? I don't think so.

Jinu had come to an unfortunate realization… he was old. All of the Saja Boys were, really. Centuries in the demon realm were bound to make them a little out of touch with the times. Still, humans were predictable. They liked the same things over and over and over again. Heart throbs, cutesy guys, and the “perfect boyfriend”. All stereotypes they would use to bring the hunters to their knees and destroy the Honmoon. So why was social media so different!?

Jinu had studied the formulas, the algorithms, the statistics. It should have been easy to make a few posts about Saja Boys and leave the rest to sort itself out. But it wasn’t. He had even resorted to giving Romance control of their socials for a few hours before realizing what a horrible idea that was.

Which is what brought them to your office; a tiny little cubicle in an already cramped building. You were apparently some type of professional social media manager. The fact humans could be so obsessed with those silly accounts to need professionals to manage them was a ridiculous concept, but here they were, sitting in folding chairs that were honestly a little too small, finishing up the paper work to hire you to take control of the Saja Boys socials.

“That should about wrap things up.” You scan over the document one last time, noting the various members' names, the platforms, the follower numbers. You had to respect the hustle, at the very least. These guys only had one song out and they were milking it for all the publicity they could. They didn’t even have a manager as far as you could tell.

“Alright, then,” you open your phone and begin scrolling through your notes. “Based on how hard it was to find literally any information about you, I’m going to assume you’ve all already deleted any previous socials you had? Because stuff you said ten years ago can and will be dug up and used to cancel you if someone finds a reason to.”

“Oh, we didn’t have social media before. We should be good on that front,” Jinu smiles. That, you could believe. The posts on the Saja Boys official account were all… pretty dry. They read like something your grandpa would post, not the announcements for a hip new boy band's public appearances.

“Great. Starting from scratch,” you swipe through your phone some more, pulling up the pages you had prepared. “I’m gonna get each of you set up with your own accounts. People love it when they think famous people interact with them online. I assume you are all going for the obvious K-Pop stereotypes for mass appeal?”

“What?” Jinu looks a bit taken aback. The other four share looks of concern.

“You know, the common types of K-Pop idols that fans like?” You explain.

Five blank faces look back at you (well, four blank faces and one mass of bangs). You sigh.

“Perfect boyfriend, edgy guy, romantic, fan service,” you point to each Saja in turn, “And that dude’s literally named Baby. Either you guys are marketing geniuses or somehow fumbled your way into becoming the perfect boy band archetypes.”

There is a long pause.

You look at Jinu. Jinu looks at Romance. Romance looks at Abby. Abby looks at Mystery. Mystery just kind of sits there. Baby side-eyes you.

You are beginning to question if you should have taken this contract.

It’s Romance that saves you all.

“Exactly!” He smirks as he leans closer to you, resting his elbows on your desk. “My, aren’t you perceptive~.”

“That’s literally my job,” you say, pushing down the urge to gag. If he was going to be this insufferable the whole time you worked with the group, you might not be able to stop yourself from punching him.

“Glad to see we hired a professional,” Abby stretches as he speaks, the buttons of his frankly hideous Hawaiian shirt threatening to pop off. You wince, not looking up. Professional was a generous term. You had never worked with anyone even close to this famous. It was mostly businesses wanting to advertise or misguided twenty-somethings convinced they were going to become famous influencers. Why the Saja Boys had decided to use your services instead of a more well-known social media manager with experience in K-Pop idols was beyond you. Sure, you were significantly cheaper, but they should have been able to afford someone better, even with just the profits from Soda Pop.

“Yeah, sure,” you keep your eyes on your screen. If you were paying attention to him, you would see Abby visibly deflate ever so slightly.

“So sorry about them,” Jinu chuckles nervously and grabs Romance and Abby by the back of their necks, trying to force them into an apologetic bow. Unfortunately, because they're sitting down, he actually just ends up smashing their faces against their knees. “They’re not usually this…”

“Weird?” You finish the sentence for him. Baby scoffs. Or maybe it was a laugh. You can’t really tell. “It’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse. Now can we get to actually designing your accounts?”

“Of course!” Jinu releases Abby and Romance, who shoot him dirty looks before resuming their usual photogenic expressions.

Setting up their accounts was more trouble than it should have been. Apparently, none of them had phones. Or computers. Or internet access. None of them seemed to have any hobbies or interests you could put in their bios, and there was an uncomfortably long silence when you asked for their ages. Thankfully, making their fan club page was easy. A few pictures of the boys, a new color scheme, and a couple rephrased posts were all it took to make it match the aesthetic they were going for. Over the next week, you watched as the follower numbers steadily climbed, from a few thousand to over 50 million.

Then the Idol Awards happened.

“You should have led with the demon bit,” is the first thing you say when you see the Saja Boys again. Three of them were huddled in your office with the hoods of their jackets pulled low over their faces.

“We should have… what?” Romance furrows his eyebrows. He hasn't changed much from how he looked last week, bright pink locks sticking out from under his hood at odd angles. You're unsure how well his jacket will hide him from the public. 

“I get the whole scheme was to get fans with Soda Pop, but I'm pretty sure that plan would have taken less time if you just used Your Idol right off the bat,” you explain as you scroll through #sajaboys posts on your phone.

“You're taking the whole demon thing surprisingly well,” Mystery hums. His bangs still hang over half his face, but he's at least changed his hair from greyish-purple to black.

“What can I say, I'm a professional,” you grin.

“Why did you want to meet again? We're not exactly trying to draw attention at the moment,” Baby grimaces. His hair is also black now, and his oversized sweater is nowhere to be seen. His entire body posture had also changed. Instead of kicking his feet back and forth like a child, his sneakers were firmly planted on the floor, elbows resting on his thighs. He seemed more comfortable, you thought. This look suited him better.

“Why not?” You tip your head to the side, confused.

“Did you miss the part where we tried to feed a stadium's worth of people to a demon lord last week?” Baby scoffs.

“I did not. Nor did your fans,” you smile, “The concert is still trending across most social media platforms.”

“Wait, we're trending?” Romance gasps. “I thought the hunters made up some story about us being a fake band they had pretended to fight for their ‘new single’.”

“They did. And most people believe it,” you chuckle. Hunr/x’s social team had gone above and beyond doing damage control after their public breakup and reunion. According to them, the Saja Boys had been an industry plant for the Huntr/x girls to have fake beef with while Rumi’s voice recovered. You would probably believe it, too, if you hadn't been managing the Saja Boys’ socials. Even in your limited time with them, you had noticed more than a few oddities. They were kind of garbage at pretending to be human for extended periods of time, if you were being honest. You’re shocked you didn’t figure it out earlier.

“Then why are people still talking about us? We passed three trash cans full of our merch on the way here,” Baby raises an eyebrow and jabs his thumb over his shoulder to emphasize the point.

“Well, to put it bluntly, people thought your performance was hot,” you try to say with a straight face. You're glad Abby wasn't here to hear it. He didn't need a bigger ego.

“Hot!? We were trying to-!”

“Shhh!” Baby shushes Romance, then raises his head to glance over the walls of your cubicle. “Not so loud!”

“I am well aware of the circumstances,” you sigh, then turn your computer screen around to show them. “Here, just take a look at some of these posts. You'll understand.”

“‘That Saja Boys concert was so good I gave them a standing… ovulation’...?” Mystery reads the post off your screen, confused. “Do they mean ovation?”

“No,” you shake your head. The small bit of Mystery's face you can see turns bright pink. Baby leans over the desk to get a better look.

“‘His name may be Baby but I think Daddy suits him better’?” Baby reads the post with furrowed brows, slightly pausing between each word as if he's afraid to keep going. “What the hell is this?”

“Your fans. The entire internet is full of posts like these,” you explain, turning the screen back to its proper position. You read a few more posts “‘I'll let Abby be my sanctuary any day’, ‘Why are Baby's fingers so long all of a sudden. Not that I'm complaining’, and… actually I don't think I can legally read this last one out loud but you get the point.”

“We’re popular. So what,” Baby frowns. “We’re not the Saja Boys. That was never real.”

“Yes. You also never paid me,” you tap the contract on your desk with the tip of your pen, particularly the part where they agreed to pay you. It wasn’t a lot, but it would have paid the bills for a while. “So I have a vested interest in making sure you stay popular long enough to fulfill that obligation.”

“We’re not very liquid right now,” Mystery grimaces. You briefly wonder where they were staying. If they were from hell or wherever demons came from, you doubt they had a real place to live. Perhaps they pulled some demon magic shenanigans to get an apartment?

“Yeah,” Romance scans over the contract. He hadn’t actually bothered to read it last time. “Jinu took care of all that stuff.”

“And where is he?” You ask. You had been able to find the three demons before you through a combination of social media stalking, favors from friends, and sheer determination, but Jinu and Abby seemed to have disappeared completely after their concert the night of the Idol Awards.

“Pretty sure he gave his soul to that hunter,” Baby scoffs. He seemed personally offended.

You bury your face in your hands. If you wanted to get paid, you had some phone calls to make.

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cause I’m cool on my own. but it’s warmer in your arms ꕤ jinu

part two

pairing: jinu x fem!angel reader

summary: Jinu never believed in angels, has his world turned upside down when he spots a breathtakingly beautiful girl. But before he can speak to her, she’s already gone. When fate brings them together again, he discovers she's an angel who was raised to fear demons like him, yet they're both drawn to each other with an inexplicable pull that feels like coming home.

genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)

word count: 16,808 (almost 17k bye I need help)

warnings/tags: demon x angel trope, strangers to lovers, forbidden love, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, shy!reader, reader is described as shorter than jinu, meet cute!, emotional!reader, miscommunication. reader saves jinu <3 (no death) but gwi-ma goes down! love confessions. soulmates. corruption kinda? but it’s so sweet. UGH. inexperienced/virgin!reader, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom jinu, ok… just in overall bye, jinu is soft for reader, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, consent king? hell yes. overstimulation, major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, oral fixation. breeding kink aaaaa sorry. body worship kinda. one time use of “daddy” I AM SO SORRY. lots of pet names. this is high key sweet and soft and then turns filthy. jinu is worshipping his angel ok! aftercare. reader has hair, no further description though. this is not beta read sorry!

a/n: OH GOD! finally! I am so excited to share this with the world. I love this story sm. so self indulgent. I think this might be oc? or a bit more soft? idk. the timeline of the movie isn’t totally the same as what I’m writing. I absolutely loved this story and the aftercare scene means the world to me. also english isn’t my first language so bear with me. but either way I love this. I hope you enjoy!!! 🩷🥰

this goes without saying, but if you don’t like it don’t read it <3

AO3 • masterlist

Angels were never something Jinu believed in. He couldn't fathom their existence in this reality—the world felt too chaotic, too broken for such pure beings to exist. The idea seemed like wishful thinking, nothing more than fairy tales meant to comfort the naive.

But as he waited for his usual order at the small coffee shop tucked away on the corner of the busy streets of Seoul, Jinu realised he had been wrong all along.

There, standing so gracefully in line, was the most breathtakingly beautiful girl he swears he’d ever laid eyes on. You gazed up at the menu boards with their endless array of drinks, one delicately manicured nail tapping thoughtfully against your chin as you pondered your choice. When your turn came, you approached the counter with a shy smile that made something flutter in his chest.

You weren’t just beautiful—you were breathtaking.

He was completely entranced, utterly captivated by your presence. Jinu stood there slack-jawed and dumbfounded, his heart hammering against his ribs at an alarming rate. Time seemed to slow as he watched you move with an effortless grace that made everything else that happened in the coffee shop fade into background noise.

And he was staring. Shamelessly, helplessly staring.

Yet somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to care. His eyes traced over your gentle movements as you seemed to stumble endearingly over your words, ordering what he was certain must be something as sweet as you appeared to be. He couldn’t understand this magnetic pull he felt toward a complete stranger, this girl who had wandered into his ordinary Tuesday morning and turned his entire world upside down with nothing more than your presence.

Perhaps angels did exist after all, and perhaps one had just ordered a mocha with extra foam.

Jinu released a shaky breath through parted lips as he watched you delicately sip from the straw of your chocolate flavoured coffee, your rosy pink gloss leaving the faintest trace on the white paper.

Then he felt the world stop as you finally looked up from your drink, and your eyes met his from across the crowded room. The coffee shop’s ambient chatter seemed to disappear entirely. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, and for a breathless moment, you simply stared at one another. A flicker of something like recognition passed across your sweet features before a small, shy smile bloomed on your lips, and Jinu for once in his life was at a loss for words.

“Order for Jinu!” The barista’s voice cut through the spell like a knife, announcing that his coffee order for the Saja Boys was ready and pulling him reluctantly from his trance.

He blushed before moving. His movements felt mechanical as he collected the tray of drinks, his mind still trying to recover from your shared moment. But when he turned around, expecting to find you still there—perhaps to finally work up the courage to speak to you—his heart sank.

You had vanished.

The spot where you'd been standing was empty, leaving only the lingering scent of vanilla and the ghost of your smile. Jinu stood there with a tray full of coffee and a chest full of yearning, wondering if he'd ever meet you again.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * ˚.

Jinu had been replaying that brief encounter in the coffee shop for days. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t quiet his mind. His thoughts constantly drifted back to you—your warm, radiant smile, the effortless kindness in your eyes. He got addicted of the way your presence seemed to quiet the chaos inside him, even if only for a second.

Dark thoughts still curled at the edges of his mind, clawing at old wounds that refused to close. But whenever he thought of you, the sharp ache dulled. The pain didn’t disappear—but it became bearable. Lighter. Like your memory was a balm his soul had long been searching for. The shadows in his mind seemed less suffocating when you occupied even the smallest corner of his thoughts.

He needed to think about you. He craved it, even just to ease the weight pressing down on his chest and soul, even if only for a fleeting moment.

To say that Jinu was becoming obsessed and growing feelings for someone he barely just met was minimising his experience.

He was completely, irrevocably drawn to you, enchanted by someone whose name he didn’t even know.

A quiet pull, a yearning that made no sense. You were a stranger, yet you felt… familiar. As if he had been waiting for you without realising it.

For days, he’d searched for you in every crowd, scanned every café, every street corner, every room and passing face, clinging to the hope of seeing you again. Hoping to catch even a glimpse. To finally speak to you, to hear your voice, to learn your name.

One evening, beneath the velvet sky over Seoul, Jinu was walking with no real destination—his thoughts torn between his mission to take down the Huntrix and the quiet ache you left behind.

He just wanted to try and clear his head.

A strange pull, soft but certain, tugged at his chest—like invisible threads winding around his heart. He didn’t question it. His feet moved on their own, guided by instinct or fate or something in between, weaving through the city until he stopped in front of a quiet, unassuming building.

And though he didn’t know why… he felt it.

You were near.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ♡໒꒱ * ˚.

The rooftop was cold beneath your legs, the concrete rough against your skin even through your jeans, but the quiet was worth every shiver.

You buried your hands deeper into the warmth of your hoodie and gazed out at Seoul's skyline—thousands of lights flickering like bright stars, glittering like precious gemstones scattered across black velvet. Each flicker felt like a heartbeat, steady and alive.

The wind tugged gently at your hair, carrying with it the distant symphony of the city below: the steady hum of late-night traffic, the occasional wail of a siren, and the soft murmur of life continuing in the streets far beneath you.

But up here, it all felt so far away. Muted. Gentle.

This was your sanctuary, the peace you were always seeking. This place had always been your escape. The one corner of the world where the weight of everything seemed to lift. Where silence wouldn’t feel so lonely, but soothing. Here, the stillness wrapped around you like a familiar friend.

Moments later, you felt him before you heard him.

He didn’t make much noise when he appeared on the rooftop. Just a soft thud of sneakers against concrete and a subtle shift in the air around you, as if the city itself paused to acknowledge his presence.

You didn’t turn to look at him right away.

Your heart was suddenly too loud in your chest, as if it knew something your mind hadn’t caught up to yet. The air felt warmer now, more alive, more… aware. Like the space between you had begun to hum with something delicate and invisible, like the start of a song only the two of you could hear.

You bit your bottom lip, fingers curling tighter into your sleeves. He was close. Not too close—but close enough that you could feel his presence sinking gently into your quiet.

And still… you waited.

Because some part of you was afraid that if you turned around too soon, it might all vanish.

The silence stretched between you like a taut string, heavy with unspoken words and the weight of destiny. Both of you lingered in that suspended moment, neither quite brave enough to break the spell. But curiosity and something deeper, something that felt like fate itself finally won.

You turned your head slowly, your heart hammering against your ribs as you looked up to meet his gaze. And just like in the coffee shop, the world stopped spinning. Time became meaningless. The city’s symphony faded to nothing.

A wave of heat crashed over you as you met his impossibly beautiful eyes, your skin burning with a mixture of shyness and something far more dangerous. You knew what he was—his aura sang with dark energy that made your celestial blood recognize him instantly. Demon. The very beings you’d been warned about since you first unfurled your wings, the creatures your fellow angels had taught you to avoid at all costs.

Yet as you gazed at him, drinking in the sharp angles of his face and the way moonlight caught in his dark hair, you felt nothing but an overwhelming magnetic pull. It didn't matter that you were strangers, his energy called to yours like a missing piece of your soul finally clicking into place. Every instinct screamed that this was dangerous, forbidden, impossible.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care or listen to those instincts.

He was the most breathtakingly beautiful creature you’d ever seen, regardless of what his kind was supposed to represent.

You watched, mesmerised, as a blush crept across his cheeks, the tips of his ears turning an endearing shade of red when your lips curved into a soft smile. For a demon, he seemed almost... Vulnerable.

“Hi.” His voice was barely above a whisper, rough with nervousness. “You're the pretty girl from the coffee shop.”

A sweet, melodious giggle escaped your lips before you could stop it, the sound floating between you like music. Heat spread through your entire body as you ducked your head bashfully, then met his eyes again with a warmth that surprised even you.

“I guess I am,” you murmured before biting your bottom lip as you looked at him.

Jinu slowly moved closer, each step deliberate and careful, as if he were approaching something precious and fragile. But he came to an abrupt halt about two meters away from where you sat, his hands fidgeting nervously at his sides. He looked like he was wrestling with himself, words dying on his tongue before they could escape.

Your small, encouraging smile seemed to give him the courage he needed.

“Can I...” he started, then stopped, running a hand through his dark hair. “Can I sit next to you?” The question came out rushed, and he looked away for a split second, vulnerability written across his features. “Please?”

Your eyebrows rose in surprise—not at his request, but at how genuinely nervous this demon seemed. After a moment, you composed yourself and offered him the sweetest smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Jinu blinked, clearly not expecting your acceptance. He stood frozen for a heartbeat, looking almost dazed by your response, until your soft giggle broke through his stupor and spurred him into action.

He settled down beside you with careful precision, leaving a respectful distance between your bodies, close enough to feel his warmth, but far enough to maintain propriety. The breath he released was long and relieved, as if he'd been holding it since the moment he’d asked.

Silence enveloped you both again, but this time it felt different. More intimate. More charged. You found yourself acutely aware of his presence beside you. The way he breathed, the subtle cologne that mixed with the night air, the way his fingers drummed silently against his knee.

Your shyness returned with a vengeance, and you found yourself nervously playing with the hem of your hoodie, twisting the soft fabric between your fingers.

You could feel his gaze on you like a physical touch, warm and intent. When you finally gathered the courage to glance at him, you found him already watching you with an expression so tender it made your heart skip.

“I'm sorry,” he said quietly, clearing his throat. “I don't want to make you uncomfortable. It's just...” He paused, seeming to choose his words carefully. “I'd love to know the name of the beautiful girl sitting next to me.”

Heat bloomed across your cheeks like sunrise, and when you turned to face him fully, you caught the way one corner of his mouth lifted in the most endearing half-smile.

As you looked into his eyes, you felt yourself getting lost all over again. They were so dark, so deep—like looking into the night sky and finding entire galaxies hidden within. The longer you stared, the wider his smile grew, until you suddenly realised you were gaping at him like a lovesick fool.

“Sorry,” you whispered, looking away in mortification.

His smile only widened, and he shrugged with easy grace. “Don’t be. I was doing the same thing.”

You cleared your throat, feeling braver. “Only if I can know your name too.”

“Deal,” he laughed, and the sound was like music in the quiet night.

You looked at him with a shy smile as you whispered your name, the syllables feeling precious as they left your lips.

Jinu’s entire expression softened as he received your name like a gift. A soft blush painted his cheeks, and he looked away briefly before meeting your eyes again. “Such a beautiful name,” he murmured, his voice reverent. “My name is Jinu.”

You bit your lip bashfully, your heart fluttering at the way he said it. “Thanks. Jinu... I like that. It suits you.”

“Does it?” he asked, tilting his head with genuine curiosity. “What does it suit me for?”

You considered him for a moment, taking in his gentle demeanor despite his otherworldly beauty. “It sounds... warm. Safe.” You paused, then added more confidently, “Not at all what I expected from a demon.”

His eyes widened in genuine surprise, and he whispered, “How...” before looking away for a brief moment. When he turned back to you, he was trying to maintain a serious expression, but you could see right through it. The way his jaw tensed slightly, the uncertainty flickering in his gaze—he was nervous. Vulnerable. Perhaps even insecure.

“And what did you expect?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Something scarier,” you admitted with a small laugh. “My kind always told me demons were... well, terrifying. But you're...” You trailed off, suddenly shy again, your heart hammering as you prepared to voice what you really thought.

“I'm what?” he prompted gently, as he slightly leaned closer to you.

“Beautiful,” you breathed, the word escaping like a confession. “You're absolutely beautiful.”

He looked away immediately, but not before you caught the way his entire neck flushed red, the color creeping up to the tips of his ears. The sight made you giggle softly, a sound like wind chimes in the night air.

When he turned back to you, you quickly pulled the collar of your hoodie up to cover the lower half of your face, suddenly overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze. His eyes sparkled with amusement, and a knowing smirk played at the corners of his mouth.

“You said... your kind?” he asked softly, his voice like velvet in the darkness. “What do you mean by that? And how do you know what I am?”

This time it was your turn to smile, though it was hidden behind your makeshift fabric shield. You lowered the hoodie just enough to reveal your grin. “I’m an angel.”

Jinu’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly in shock. Everything suddenly clicked into place. Your otherworldly beauty, the way you seemed to glow even in the moonlight, the inexplicable pull he felt toward you. But he knew, deep in his soul, that it wasn’t just your celestial nature that drew him in. There was something else, something that felt like recognition, like coming home after a lifetime of wandering.

“I know what you are because I can sense it,” you continued, your voice growing more timid. “Angels... we feel these things. Supernatural auras, energy signatures...” You paused, then added quietly, “But that’s not all I feel.”

Jinu’s breath caught. He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to an intimate whisper. “What else do you feel?”

You bit your lip, looking away as your fingers found the sleeves of your hoodie, twisting the fabric nervously. The vulnerability in your next words made his heart race.

“I don't know how to explain it,” you whispered without meeting his eyes. “I just know I'm drawn to you. Like... like gravity. Like I don't have a choice.”

Jinu’s expression softened completely, and he inhaled sharply before shifting closer to you on the concrete ledge. The space between you suddenly felt electric, charged with possibility and danger.

Then he did something that stole your breath entirely.

His fingers, warm and gentle, found your chin and tilted your face toward his. Your eyes widened as you found yourself drowning in his gaze—brown eyes that held galaxies and promises and something that looked dangerously like forever.

“I feel it too, sweet angel,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. His thumb traced the line of your jaw with feather-light touches that made your entire body come alive. “You’re the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. The most beautiful thing I never knew I was searching for.”

When his hand finally dropped from your face, you had to bite back a whimper at the loss of contact. The sensation was entirely foreign; this ache, this need, this feeling like you might dissolve if he stopped touching you.

The emotions you were experiencing weren’t the only foreign things you were feeling. Not only did you feel the warmth spreading all over your body, but it also spread between your legs. This was whenever he looked at you as if you were the most precious thing to ever exist.

You barely knew him, and yet every fiber of your being recognised him as if you’d been waiting your entire existence for this moment.

The rational part of your mind knew this was forbidden territory. Angels weren’t supposed to feel anything close to romantic attraction, let alone harbor feelings for demons—the very beings you were created to oppose. This was dangerous, reckless, potentially catastrophic.

But as you sat there in the moonlight, his warmth radiating toward you and his scent filling your senses, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

It felt too right to be wrong. Too perfect to be forbidden.

Too much like destiny to walk away from.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ ✧ ໒꒱ * ˚.

Days melted into weeks, and what had started as stolen moments became a beautiful routine.

Almost every day, you found yourself seeking out Jinu’s presence like a flower turning toward the sun. In the beginning, you’d always meet at your two sacred places-the rooftop where you'd first truly seen each other, or his favorite coffee shop where destiny had first intervened. But as your connection deepened, so did your courage to explore the city together.

Soon you were discovering hidden corners of Seoul side by side. You visited quiet bookshops tucked between bustling streets, met up in late-night convenience stores where you’d share ice cream and whispered confessions, secluded parks where cherry blossoms fell like snow around your intertwined fingers. Each new place became another chapter in your secret and blossoming love story.

It didn’t matter where you met anymore.

Whether it was a crowded subway platform or an empty riverside bench, as long as you were with him, your heart felt complete. His presence had become your home, your sanctuary, your piece of heaven on earth.

The warmth that had bloomed in your chest that first night on the rooftop had never faded.

If anything, it had grown into something magnificent and consuming—spreading through your veins like liquid starlight every time he smiled at you, every time his fingers accidentally brushed yours, every time your phone lit up with his name. Even the simplest text from him could make your entire being vibrate with joy, and the sound of his laughter had become your favorite melody.

You were falling, and you had never felt more alive.

You felt a pang of guilt. Angels weren't supposed to experience such emotions, especially not for a demon. Not for Jinu. Not for anyone at all. Yet, you found it impossible to resist. There was something captivating in the demon’s gaze that drew you in.

Your bright eyes and warm smile radiated friendliness, making you open to everything around you. Each time he playfully flirted, you would turn all flustered, and you would shyly look away.

To say that Jinu was completely and utterly falling for the shy angel would be the understatement of the century.

He reminded himself repeatedly that he shouldn’t let his guard down; his heart was softening for an angel. As a demon, he had spent over 400 years building his walls up. He would often feel like he didn’t deserve anything good to happen to him. Or that he was broken and deserved to live all eternity with this guilt. Yet, every time he gazed at you, those thoughts faded away. There was nothing dark about you. You were pure, far too good for someone as damaged and cursed as him.

Whatever connection you shared, Jinu eventually embraced it wholeheartedly. He enjoyed having you close, relishing the moments of touch, the warmth of hugs, and the intimacy of holding you tight. To him, you were his most cherished treasure.

The care and affection you shared for each other blossomed into something deeper. It blossomed into love for each other. You were in love with each other.

The care and quiet affection you shared slowly blossomed into something deeper—something tender, fierce, and undeniable. It blossomed into love. Real, soul-deep love. You were in love with each other.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * ˚.

You found yourself caught in a reckless fever, heart fluttering like it belonged to Jinu—completely lovestruck.

You never thought you’d feel this way. You never wanted to. You had guarded your heart so carefully, kept the world at a distance to avoid the sting of heartbreak. And yet… here you were, letting someone in. And not just anyone: Jinu. Somehow, impossibly, you had fallen for him. And it wasn’t just a little. You found yourself absolutely and irrevocably charmed by Jinu.

Soft whispers passed between you like secrets shared in a sacred language only the two of you understood. His dark eyes would linger on yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken, each stolen glance building toward something inevitable, something that felt written in the stars themselves—your first kiss.

It happened during one of those perfect spring evenings when the world seemed painted in gold. You were both perched on your beloved rooftop, the same place where you’d first revealed your true selves to each other, watching the sun begin its descent toward the horizon. The air was warm and sweet with the promise of summer, and Seoul spread out below you like a glittering tapestry.

Jinu had been telling you some ridiculous story about his bandmates, his animated gestures and theatrical expressions sending you into fits of laughter that bubbled up from your very soul. Your giggles were infectious, making him laugh even harder until you were both breathless and giddy, sitting close enough that your knees touched and your shoulders bumped with each wave of mirth.

“You’re such an idiot,” you said between breathless giggles, your shoulders shaking with barely contained laughter.

Jinu gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest as if you'd wounded him. “How dare you! I’m a *cute* idiot—you said so yourself not even ten minutes ago.”

“Hmm, I don’t recall saying any such thing,” you replied with theatrical thoughtfulness, tapping your chin while pretending to search your memory. Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you watched his expression shift.

“What?” Jinu’s jaw dropped in genuine shock this time. “Oh, that’s it!”

Before you could react, he lunged forward with his arms outstretched. Both of you were still perched on the rooftop, the beautiful warm evening shining as a beautiful backdrop, but all you could focus on was the playful glint in his eyes as his fingers found your sides.

“No, no, no!” you shrieked, dissolving into uncontrollable laughter as he tickled you mercilessly. You squirmed and wriggled, trying desperately to escape his grasp while gasping for air between giggles. “Stop! Jinu, please! I’m sorry—I was just teasing you!”

“Oh, now you remember?” he said with a mischievous grin, but his fingers finally stilled against your ribs. He huffed out a laugh, unable to keep up his mock-serious expression when faced with your flushed, tear-streaked face from laughing so hard.

“You’re terrible,” you panted, still catching your breath but unable to stop the residual giggles from bubbling up.

“And yet, you’re still here with me on this rooftop,” he pointed out with a smug smile, settling back beside you. The gentle breeze carried the sound of your shared laughter across the warm spring evening.

Jinu couldn’t help but stare at you as you continued to giggle softly, your joy absolutely infectious. The way your nose crinkled when you laughed, how your eyes practically disappeared into crescents—he was completely smitten. In moments like this, with your guard down and pure happiness radiating from every part of you, he felt like the luckiest being alive.

“Your laugh,” he said suddenly, his voice soft with wonder. “It’s like music. I could listen to it forever.”

The sweet confession made you pause mid-giggle, warmth blooming in your chest. Warmth and heat rose in your face as you looked at him. “You’re being cheesy now.”

“Maybe,” he admitted with a boyish grin, “but I’m still a cute idiot, right?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “The cutest,” you conceded, and the way his entire face lit up made your heart do little flips in your chest.

“I knew it!” he exclaimed triumphantly, pumping his fist in the air like he'd just won a great victory.

And there your laughter mingled with his once again, creating a perfect moment that felt like it could last forever.

As your laughter gradually faded into contented sighs, the sun painted the sky in brilliant strokes of amber and rose. You found yourself mesmerised by the beauty of it all— the way the light caught in the windows of distant buildings, how the world seemed to glow with ethereal warmth.

“It’s so beautiful, Jinu,” you breathed in awe, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes,” he murmured, his voice thick with something deeper than admiration. “She’s so beautiful.”

The reverence in his tone made you turn toward him, only to discover that he wasn’t looking at the sunset at all. His eyes were fixed entirely on you, drinking in every detail of your face as if he were trying to memorise you. The golden light cast a warm halo around both of you, making the moment feel almost divine.

Heat bloomed across your skin under his tender gaze, your heart beginning to race as he slowly shifted closer until your shoulders pressed together. The simple contact sent electricity through your entire being. His hands rose to frame your face with infinite gentleness, his thumbs tracing the curve of your cheeks as if you were made of something precious and fragile.

Your breath caught in your throat as his face drew closer to yours, the space between you charged with anticipation and desire. His eyes moved between yours and your lips in a rhythm that made your mouth go dry, made your entire world narrow to this single, perfect moment.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice full of wonder and affection, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real. His thumb brushed across your lower lip, and then he was leaning down, closing the distance between you.

When his lips finally met yours, it was soft and deep and absolutely perfect-like coming home, like finding the missing piece of your soul, like every romantic story ever told suddenly making sense. The kiss tasted of forever and felt like falling into starlight.

You never wanted this feeling to end.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ ❤︎ ໒꒱ * ˚.

But paradise, as you would learn, was never meant to last.

Ever since that perfect evening when he’d first kissed you under the painted sky, you and Jinu began seeing each other less and less. The change was subtle at first—a cancelled coffee date here, a shortened phone call there—but it grew into something that gnawed at your heart like a persistent ache. You found yourself wondering if you'd done something wrong, if something had fundamentally changed in the way he felt about you.

The questions burned in your throat, but you could never quite voice them. Whenever you gently mentioned that you missed seeing him more often, Jinu would offer the same explanation with apologetic eyes: his busy schedule with the band, upcoming performances, endless rehearsals. You tried desperately to believe him, to convince yourself that it was just temporary, but something deep in your celestial intuition whispered that there was more to his distance than he was letting on.

What you didn’t know was that Jinu’s retreat from you was tearing him apart from the inside. He was acutely aware of every missed date, every shortened conversation, every time he saw your face fall when he made another excuse. But he couldn’t bear to tell you the truth about Gwi-ma’s plan for this world—couldn't bear to see the light in your eyes dim when you learned what he’d done, what he’d abandoned, what he was still bound to do.

The weight of his past felt like chains around his soul. He knew that if you discovered how he’d abandoned his own family, how he’d traded their lives for his freedom from torment, you would never look at him the same way. You were pure light, celestial goodness incarnate, and he was darkness masquerading as something worthy of your love.

He didn't deserve someone as precious as you. So he convinced himself that slowly retreating was an act of mercy, for both of you.

The evening everything changed, began like any other, until it didn't. The moment Jinu betrayed Rumi, revealing her secret in the most humiliating way possible, he felt something inside him shatter. It never felt good to crush someone’s spirit, but Gwi-ma’s hold on him left no room for mercy. This was the price of his freedom from endless torment, someone else’s pain.

Meanwhile, you were going about your evening when you noticed the sky beginning to shift. The usual soft pastels of twilight were giving way to something darker, more ominous—shades of deep pink and crimson that made your angelic senses scream in warning. The skies would never paint themselves in such colors naturally.

Your heart hammered against your ribs as you rushed through the crowded streets, following the surge of people all heading toward the massive stadium in the city center. You pushed through the throngs of concertgoers, your celestial instincts telling you that something catastrophic was about to unfold.

When you finally got through the stadium entrance, a song was beginning. The stage blazed with ethereal light as the Saja Boys stood in traditional dark robes, their gat casting shadows over their faces as they harmonized in a way that made your blood run cold. The sound was beautiful and terrifying, demonic in its perfection.

You gasped, pressing yourself against the back wall of the stadium, but you could see and hear everything with crystal clarity. The crowd swayed hypnotically, completely unaware of what was about to happen to them.

They were going to steal their souls.

Tears blurred your vision as you watched, your heart breaking into a thousand pieces. You’d known Jinu was a demon, but you’d hoped—prayed—that he could never be capable of something so monstrous. Yet there he was, his voice weaving the deadly spell that would consume thousands of innocent lives.

You stood frozen in shock throughout their entire performance, your body trembling as the full scope of the horror unfolded before you. When their song ended, another voice rang out near one of the entrances.

Rumi emerged, the crowd parting to make room for her arrival.

You remained paralysed as she and the other huntrix girls began their counter-performance, their voices pure and strong as they fought against the encroaching eternal flame that is Gwi-ma. Demons materialized from the shadows, and the girls cut them down with ruthless precision, their song never faltering even as chaos erupted around them.

Everything raged on until Gwi-ma's voice boomed across the stadium: “Your voices cannot defeat me!” A massive ball of fire erupted from his form, hurtling directly toward Rumi.

As Rumi struggled against the flames, your body moved of its own accord. Light exploded from your skin as you transformed into your true angelic form, wings unfurling as you shot toward the stage like a comet.

But then you saw him—Jinu, throwing himself between the fire and Rumi, sacrificing himself to save her.

“No!” The scream that tore from your throat was raw and desperate. You couldn’t lose him, not like this, not when you haven’t truly expressed how you felt about him.

Moving faster than lightning itself, you channeled every ounce of your celestial power to push back the flames. Tears streamed down your face as the fire finally dissipated, and you immediately wrapped your arms around Jinu's injured form, pouring your healing energy into him until his breathing steadied.

Without hesitation, you took flight, cradling him against your chest as you soared through the night sky. You didn't stop until you reached the balcony of your apartment, a place he’d never seen but that suddenly felt like the only safe haven in the world.

You carried him through the balcony doors into your bedroom, laying him gently on your bed as tears continued to cascade down your cheeks. His face was pale, his body marked with burns and bruises that made your heart clench with pain.

“I’m okay, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice hoarse but tender as he watched you cry.

But he wasn’t okay, you could see the damage written across his skin. Closing your eyes, you hovered your hands over his injured form, channeling every bit of healing power you possessed. Golden light flowed from your palms as you worked to mend his wounds, to take away his pain and make him whole again.

Jinu gasped softly as your power washed over him, his injuries fading under your celestial touch. When you finally felt him completely healed, when the last of his pain had ebbed away, your angelic form dissolved and you collapsed to the floor beside your bed.

Your cries wouldn’t stop—you were overwhelmed by everything that had happened, by the horror of what you’d witnessed, of what could’ve happened, by the knowledge that the man you loved had been capable of such darkness, and by the terrifying realisation that you’d almost lost him forever.

Jinu sat up on your bed, looking down at you as you fell apart before him. His heart shattered as he witnessed how broken and overwhelmed you looked, how the tears streamed down your face without mercy, as if they’d never stop.

He knew he was the reason for your pain, and the weight of that knowledge crushed him. He desperately wanted to fix it, to make things right. He was grateful that his angel had saved him, but now he needed to save his girl—to save what they had together.

Your cries echoed in the silence even after Jinu climbed down to sit beside you. Gently, he moved to wrap his arms around you, hoping to pull you into his lap, into the safety of his embrace.

You pulled away with a sharp flinch.

The moment you recoiled from his touch, Jinu’s heart plummeted. He watched, helpless, as you retreated further into yourself, building walls between you that felt insurmountable.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you finally whispered through your sobs, your voice raw and broken.

“What do you mean, my angel?” His voice trembled with barely contained fear.

“I can’t have a relationship with you when you keep hiding shit from me.” The words came out harsh, angry. You'd always tried not to curse, but you were beyond caring now. Were you still a real angel? After all, you'd fallen for a demon—a demon who kept secrets and had tried to destroy the world. “I can’t keep going if you’re going to hold me at arm’s length... I just can’t.”

Your sobs intensified as the words poured out. “I can’t be with someone who lies to me, who keeps me in the dark.” You didn’t care how devastated Jinu looked. You needed to release this pain from your heart. “I thought we trusted each other.”

“I do trust you—”

“Do you?” you interrupted, your voice cracking. “Because it doesn’t feel that way to me.” Your words came out in broken fragments between gasps. “Was our connection, our relationship, was any of it real?"

“Of course it was,” Jinu said with fierce conviction. “Everything between us was and is still real.”

“Then why—?” Your voice shattered completely, and you couldn't finish the question as fresh waves of grief overwhelmed you.

Jinu sat in the heavy silence, absorbing every word, every tear, every tremor in your voice. He understood now, you weren't just overwhelmed by recent events. You were drowning in the need for truth, for closeness, for the connection you’d thought you shared.

He’d been terrified to reveal his secrets, his past, deepest fears and feelings. But sitting here, watching you break apart, he realised he was even more terrified of losing you. He would do anything to keep you, to love you, to care for you and receive that same precious gift in return.

For the first time in what felt like hours, he couldn't hear Gwi-ma’s voice. A brief glance outside revealed the Honmoon sealed, its rainbow and golden hues glistening with renewed hope. For the first time in four centuries, he felt like he could truly breathe—like he could finally be himself without the weight of ancient curses crushing down on him.

He was going to tell you everything.

Jinu turned to face you fully, his eyes steady and filled with newfound resolve and understanding. “I’m going to tell you everything,” he promised, his voice thick with determined sincerity. “But first, I need you to know… I want to be here for you. I want to be present because you need me, because I care for you and because you deserve that.” His voice softened then, wrapping around you like a warm blanket and embrace. “I’m sorry I shut you out. It won’t happen again. You’re not alone in this, not in your feelings, not in your pain. I’m here for you. I’ve got you.”

The raw sincerity in his voice made your rigid body begin to soften. You’d been so certain he would retreat again, build those walls higher. But here he was, surprising you in the most beautiful way possible. His care, his presence… It meant everything.

He opened his arms slightly, a patient invitation. No pressure, no demands—just quiet understanding. Through your tears, your vision blurred and uncertain, you could still feel the gentle patience radiating from him with a certain warmth.

Slowly, carefully, you crawled into his lap, melting into him the moment you felt his solid presence. He enveloped you completely, his arms a sanctuary as one hand caressed your hair and the other traced soothing circles on your back. You cried into his chest, finally allowing yourself to be held, to be vulnerable in the safety of his affection.

After what felt like an eternity, your violent sobs gradually softened into gentle, shuddering breaths. You buried your face deeper into the crook of Jinu’s neck, finding solace in his familiar warmth. The demon pressed tender kisses against the crown of your head, each one a silent promise, while his hands continued their soothing caresses along your back and arms.

As your breathing finally steadied, you slowly lifted your head to meet his gaze. Your eyes were still glassy with tears, but there was something else there—patience, understanding, unconditional love. That look gave him the courage he’d been searching for.

With trembling hands still holding you close, Jinu began to unravel the threads of his past. His voice was barely above a whisper as he told you about abandoning his family four centuries ago, how that guilt had become a festering wound that never healed. Gwi-ma had weaponised that shame, using his memories and pain like puppet strings, making him dance to every cruel command. The humiliation, the feeling of worthlessness, it had all been carefully orchestrated.

He explained how he and the other Saja Boys had been molded into a K-pop facade, their true purpose hidden beneath the glittering surface: to hunt down the huntrix, destroy the Honmoon, and plunge the world into darkness. His voice cracked as he admitted the truth he’d been running from telling you.

“But the moment I met you,” he said, his eyes finding yours with desperate honesty, “I knew what I’d been trying to ignore all along. Everything I was doing was wrong. You made me remember who I used to be, who I wanted to be again.”

His breath hitched as he continued, “My shame, my doubt... it made me pull away from you. And Gwi-ma’s voice.. it was always there, whispering poison into my thoughts, making me believe I was nothing. That I didn’t deserve anything good. That I didn’t deserve you.”

As you listened, tears welled up in your eyes anew. You could feel his pain as if it were your own, each word cutting through your heart. The weight of everything he’d carried alone, the fear that had kept him from you, it was almost unbearable to imagine. But through it all, one truth remained crystal clear: you couldn’t stop loving him. Every fiber of your being told you that you were meant to find each other, that your souls were intrinsically connected.

You were soulmates.

You could feel his heart thundering against his chest, could see how his hands trembled as he laid his soul bare before you. Near the end of his confession, you reached for one of his shaking hands, interlacing your fingers with his and squeezing gently—a silent reassurance that you were there, that you weren’t going anywhere.

Jinu’s entire body seemed to melt at your touch, the tension flowing out of him like water. He knew then that he was safe with you, that his greatest fear wouldn’t come true.

As he finished speaking, you shifted in his lap, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close to your body.

“Thank you for sharing everything with me,” you whispered against his ear, your breath warm and comforting. You nuzzled into the crook of his neck, and Jinu felt warmth spread through every inch of his being.

When you finally pulled back—reluctantly, and only just enough to see his face—your eyes were soft with understanding.

“I wish you had told me sooner,” you whispered with a small, tender smile, “but I’m so grateful you’re sharing everything with me now.” Your hands came up to cup his face, thumbs tracing the sharp lines of his cheekbones. “You’re so beautiful, Jinu. You’re everything and more to me. It doesn't matter that you’re flawed… we all are. You deserve love and peace just as much as anyone else.”

Your eyes shimmered with unshed tears as you gazed at him with such gentleness that it took his breath away.

The tears Jinu had been fighting finally broke free, streaming down his cheeks in silent rivers.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice broken with emotion.

“Yes, you do,” you said with gentle but unwavering firmness. Without hesitation, you leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, a kiss that tasted of tears and promises and new beginnings.

As you started to pull away, Jinu immediately chased your lips, capturing them in a deeper kiss that spoke of desperation and love and gratitude all at once.

“God, I love you so much,” he whispered against your lips when you finally parted, his forehead resting against yours.

Fresh tears sprang to your eyes at his confession, your heart stopping for a moment before racing ahead. “Y-you? You l-love me?” you questioned, disbelief coloring your voice even as hope bloomed in your chest.

“Of course I do,” he said, his expression tender but serious, his eyes never leaving yours. “There's no one in this world—in any world—that I love more than you.”

“I love you too, Jinu,” you hiccuped through your tears, your voice thick with emotion. “So much.”

Without another word, you pulled him down to meet you, sealing your mutual confessions with a kiss that tasted like healing and home.

.˚ * ꒰ঌ♡໒꒱ * ˚.

Throughout the evening, neither of you could stop touching, holding, or kissing each other—like two souls trying to memorize every second. You remained curled up on the floor, nestled in his lap, lips moving languidly together in an unhurried rhythm that spoke of longing and tenderness. Every kiss deepened with time, slow and reverent, before turning more fervent—more hungry—as his hands began to explore your body through the barrier of your clothes.

Jinu kissed you with devotion, like you were something sacred. His fingers traced the curves of your form with awe, his lips pressing gentle, lingering kisses to your skin as though he were trying to worship every inch. You could feel your breath quicken as the heat between you bloomed, your body squirming instinctively in his lap, soft whimpers spilling from your lips.

One of his hands rose to your cheek, tilting your face toward his. You met his gaze, those deep, dark eyes made your whole body flush with warmth. There was so much emotion behind them, so much quiet intensity that it stole the breath from your lungs.

“It’s okay to stare,” he whispered with a teasing softness, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “I’m all yours now.”

His thumb brushed gently along your cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, voice low and full of adoration.

Without another word, his lips found yours again, this time with less hesitation, more urgency. He kissed you like he needed you, like he couldn’t get close enough. One hand cradled your jaw delicately while his mouth moved against yours, your bottom lip caught between his in a kiss that sent sparks through your spine.

Thoughts scattered in your mind like fallen stars. All that existed was him—his scent, his touch, his breath against your skin.

You pressed yourself closer, arms sliding around his shoulders as you kissed him back with a desperation you didn’t know you had. Jinu’s lips moved to your cheek, then your jaw, and lower still pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to your neck that made you gasp. Your hands tangled in his dark hair, fingertips lightly tugging, wordlessly begging him to keep going.

He lifted your chin, locking eyes with you as his lips claimed yours again, deeper this time, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with intoxicating precision. The air around you shifted, thick with emotion and unspoken want. His arms wrapped fully around you, one hand at your lower back, the other gently holding the curve of your waist.

You didn’t know it was possible to want someone this much.

A moan escaped you as Jinu dropped his head to your neck again, lips brushing against your sensitive skin, planting soft, claiming kisses. Your hands rested against his chest, feeling the heat of his body through his shirt, his steady heartbeat pulsing beneath your palms. You could feel the tension growing between your bodies, the way your hips instinctively shifted, seeking friction and closeness.

“Jinu—” you gasped as his mouth found a sensitive spot, his tongue soothing where he had just marked you.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his gaze heavy with need but still so full of affection. Then he leaned forward and kissed you again, this time slow, deep, and sweet.

“Your lips…” he breathed against your mouth, “they’re heavenly.”

Your mind was a haze, your heart pounding with a wild, dizzy rhythm. You had never felt anything like this before. It wasn’t just desire, it was love, pure and overwhelming. Everything about him, his voice, his touch, the way he held you, made your heart feel like it had found its home.

You let out a quiet whimper, unable to hide how your body ached for him, how your heart already belonged to him. You moved your hips against him instinctively, drawing a low groan from his throat.

His forehead pressed to yours as he caught his breath, brushing a strand of hair from your face before kissing the corner of your mouth.

“God, I need you so bad, baby,” he whispered, voice shaking with want.

Suddenly his hands grasped your hips, halting your movements. You whimpered as he held you back from rutting your clothed pussy against his crotch.

“Are you sure you want this?” He whispered, his voice sounding deeper.

“Y-yes, Jinu. Please.” You begged and shivered in his arms, breathless and trembling, desire pooling deep within you. You had no doubt now, no fear, no second thoughts. He was the only one who could make you feel this way. The only one who could touch your soul like this.

You were simply perfect. In every way. The expression on your face, the sounds you made, and how your body reacted to his touch captivated him. He was so in love with you, deeply enamored with something so pure and innocent, taking his time to corrupt you gently and lovingly.

Jinu gathered you into his arms with ease, holding you close as if you were something fragile and precious. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, your body drawn to his like gravity itself was pulling you together. The sudden loss of friction against your aching center left you whimpering softly, your hips shifting needily, grinding against the hardness beneath his clothes in search of more.

He let out a deep groan, his breath hitching as you moved against him, back and forth, slow and desperate. Even through the layers of fabric, you could feel the way he responded to you, the tension rippling through his body like a tightly wound string ready to snap.

With careful hands, he laid you down onto the soft comfort of your bed, his touch gentle as if he were laying down a treasure. He stepped back for just a moment, eyes drinking in the sight of you—the soft glow of your skin, the way your little white summer dress had ridden up your thighs, the delicate lace of your little thong now on full display. You looked like a dream, ethereal and divine, a vision made just for him.

“Fuck…” he whispered, as his gaze lingered on the way the damp fabric clung to your most sensitive parts. He gently spread your thighs apart, his breath catching at the sight.

“So wet already,” he murmured, more to himself than to you, his voice dark and full of awe.

His fingers reached out, barely brushing the soaked fabric. Even that small touch made you tremble, a soft whimper escaping you as your hips jerked involuntarily toward his hand.

Jinu’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, heavy with heat, but there was something else in them too—something tender, reverent.

“Has anyone ever touched you like this before?” he asked, his voice low and rough, tinged with something deeper. Possessive. Protective.

You shook your head, cheeks burning, unable to speak through the haze of sensation clouding your thoughts.

His thumb pressed on your clothed button, slow and purposeful. You gasped, the pressure sending another wave of warmth flooding through you, your body arching into his hand.

“No?” he asked again, a teasing edge in his voice now, though it remained soft. “No one’s ever made you feel like this?”

You let out a trembling breath, too flustered to meet his eyes. Your hands lifted to hide your face as you mumbled shyly, “No… never.”

Jinu stilled for a moment, the corners of his lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. Something in his chest tightened at your answer, part of him had suspected, but hearing the truth made his heart swell. You were untouched, unclaimed. And now, you were here, trembling beneath him, trusting him with something you’d never given anyone else.

He leaned down slowly, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of your thigh, just above the lace. You shivered at the contact, your fingers clenching the sheets.

“My sweet little angel,” he whispered against your skin, his voice now filled with something reverent and unshakable. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

He knew then he couldn’t rush this. He didn’t want to. You deserved to be worshipped, cherished—not just touched, but loved. And he wanted to be the one to show you everything, slowly, gently, with infinite patience.

With a breathless smile, he kissed his way up your inner thigh, his hands never leaving your skin. "I’ll take care of you,” he murmured. “I promise. Let me show you what it means to be loved.”

You whimpered softly, your body aching, your core clenching around nothing—yearning, desperate, begging for his touch. For him. The need built like a storm beneath your skin, hot and aching, and only he could calm it.

Jinu shifted, rising slowly as he moved to the foot of the bed. The low light kissed his skin as he shed his partly burned robe and clothes with quiet intention, his eyes never leaving yours. Every motion was unhurried—like he wanted you to feel every second of anticipation.

When he was left in just his dark boxers, your breath caught.

Your eyes were drawn downward—drawn to the thick outline of his cock, straining against the fabric. Your mouth went dry, and then immediately watered with want. Your body reacted instinctively, your thighs squeezing together, your slick heat pulsing with need.

But then, a flicker of nervousness danced in your chest as you looked at him—at all of him.

Your gaze lifted slowly back to his face, the man you loved beyond measure. And there he was, looking at you with a small, knowing smirk that only made the warmth in your cheeks burn hotter.

But then the teasing faded from his expression, replaced with something softer. Something tender.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” he murmured as he began crawling up the bed toward you, his voice laced with warmth and unshakable affection. “I’ll take my time with you. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

His body hovered over yours, strong arms braced on either side of you, surrounding you with warmth and the scent of him. You reached for him instinctively, your hands exploring the planes of his back, the curve of his shoulders, the muscle beneath his skin.

“Jinu… I need you,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your fingers roamed his body.

A deep, guttural groan escaped him, and in the next moment, his mouth was on yours, urgent and burning. He kissed you like a man starved, like he’d been waiting a thousand years just to taste you. You whimpered against his lips as his hands caressed your thighs, slow and reverent, like he was savoring every inch of your skin.

Your mind swam in heat and emotion, lust clouding your thoughts, love tangling itself around every breath you took. You pressed your hips upward, moaning softly into his kiss—hoping, pleading for more.

He pulled back just enough to let out a low, teasing laugh. “Such a needy kitten…”

“Only for you,” you whispered, eyes wide and full of longing as you looked up at him. “Please… touch me.”

He smirked again, his hands continuing to wander over your trembling body. “I am touching you,” he murmured, feigning innocence as his fingers danced along your sides and traced the curve of your waist.

“Jinu,” you whined, voice sweet and desperate as you squirmed beneath him. “Please. I need you…”

His teasing gave way to something deeper, a gaze so full of love and hunger it made your heart stutter. He leaned in, brushing his lips against your temple before whispering, “You’ll have all of me, angel. Every inch. Every heartbeat. I’m yours.”

And the way he looked at you right then—like you were the only thing in the world that mattered—told you that he meant every word.

His thumb runs along your lower lip, tracing it slowly, his eyes lost in wonder. You watch him for a moment, the look in his eyes as he stares at his thumb moving on your lip. He’s looking at you like you’re the most extraordinary thing in the world, touching you so tenderly and with such gentleness, and you never want him to stop.

Jinu leans in then, slowly, watching you with intensity while he moves his other hand to come and cup your face. He leans in until his forehead touches yours, and you sigh softly as you enjoy the closeness again. The tip of his nose nuzzles yours, his warm breath kissing your lips, less than a few millimetres away now, and you move your thumb on his cheek, stroking his skin and making his eyes fall close as he lets out a relieved sigh.

Then, at last, he kissed you again.

The moment your lips met, something in you gave way. The kiss grew deeper, more heated with every passing second. Your hands threaded into his hair, fingers curling around the dark strands and tugging just enough to make him groan into your mouth. One of his hands trailed slowly up your thigh, making you tremble with anticipation.

Your whimpers came faster the closer his fingers crept toward where you needed him most. When they reached the band of your delicate thong and tugged, you let out a shaky, mewl.

Jinu couldn’t help himself. His fingers slipped the damp fabric aside, and he groaned low and rough when they met your soaked folds. His long, skilled digits stroked your slit slowly, purposefully, and you couldn’t stop the soft gasp that escaped you.

“Fuck…” he murmured against your lips, voice hoarse and full of awe. “You’re dripping, baby. All for me?”

You nodded quickly, overwhelmed with heat and need, your voice catching in your throat. “Y-yes… please…”

“What do you need, princess?” he whispered, teasing, even as his breath hitched at the way you writhed beneath him.

“Need more,” you breathed, arching your back and grinding your hips against his fingers, desperate for him to ease the ache inside you.

One of his fingers teased your entrance, rubbing slow circles around your pulsing heat. The slightest pressure from his fingertip had your body clenching, already trying to pull him in.

Your hips bucked as his finger finally slipped inside, and your head fell back with a helpless moan. But just as quickly, he pulled away, leaving you empty—and aching.

Tears welled in your eyes from the sudden loss, frustration bubbling up inside you as he chuckled darkly above you.

“Patience, kitten,” he murmured, brushing a kiss against your cheek.

“Please…” you whimpered, voice soft and pleading. You needed him—his touch, his warmth, him—more than anything.

“For an angel,” he groaned, eyes dark with desire, “you’re so needy. So desperate for me.”

You whimpered again, and his restraint finally snapped.

His hands gripped the hem of your little dress, fingers curling around the fabric as he pulled it up, taking his time. “I love it when you beg,” he whispered. “You’re such a good girl for me.”

He began kissing his way down your body, his mouth worshipping your skin with every pass—trailing heat along your chest, your ribs, your waist. The fabric slowly peeled away from your form, leaving your upper body bare to him. You trembled beneath his gaze, heart pounding as his eyes roamed every inch of you, unable to settle on just one place.

The way Jinu was looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love and adoration, had you feeling so alive.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered, voice full of something raw and reverent. “So beautiful…”

His hands slid over your hips, pulling you closer as he lowered himself down. His lips met your bare skin again, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses to your curves. His fingers traced over your thighs, over the lace of your thong, ghosting across the edges as if memorizing you by touch.

When his mouth returned to yours, the kiss was deeper this time—hungry, passionate, and full of the longing he could no longer hold back. Your hands clutched at him, and you felt yourself slowly, deliciously unraveling.

His fingers traced lightly around the band of your underwear, teasing, tempting, promising. Every movement was slow, deliberate—meant to savor, not to rush. And you wanted nothing more than to let him take his time.

Because this wasn’t just lust. This was love.

And tonight, he was going to show you how both could intertwine.

You don’t know what to do with your hands. They’re trembling so much, and your core is, too, as he begins mouthing along your collarbone with affection.

“You’re so ethereal,” Jinu whispered, voice thick with awe, as his lips traced reverent paths across your exposed skin.

Your bare chests pressed together, skin against skin, heat blooming between your bodies like fire beneath the surface. Your breath hitched as you gazed up at him, your wide eyes locking onto his face while he continued to press slow, damp kisses across your collarbone and shoulders—each one stealing another piece of your breath.

His large hands slid down your sides, resting at the delicate curve where your waist met your hips. He held you there, firm and grounding, as his lips journeyed lower. You trembled when you felt the soft brush of his nose skimming the swell of your breast, his warm breath fanning across sensitive skin. A whimper slipped from your throat, your body responding before your mind could catch up.

Then Jinu stilled.

He leaned down and pressed the softest kiss to the side of your breast—tender, unhurried—before lifting his head to meet your gaze. His forearms rested on either side of you, bracketing your body protectively. Your heart pounded, and he could feel it.

“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low and careful, the intimacy in his tone wrapping around you like silk.

You nodded, breath shaky, but he didn’t move, not yet.

“I need more than that, angel,” he said gently, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with care. “If we’re going to go any further, I need you to talk to me. I need your voice. Think you can do that for me?”

You stared into his eyes—so dark, so full of love—and something inside you softened. The way he held you, the way he saw you, made the fear melt into warmth. You nodded again, this time with more purpose.

“Sorry,” you whispered, barely audible. “Y-Yes, Jinu… I can do that.”

His expression lit with quiet pride, and his lips curved into a soft smile.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the words sending shivers down your spine. The praise felt like sunlight in your chest.

He pressed another kiss to your chest, then continued lower, letting his lips trail gently through the valley between your breasts. Each kiss was feather-light, full of unspoken devotion. Your hands curled into the sheets beneath you as your eyes fluttered shut, heart racing.

“And if you want me to stop…” His voice was rough now, strained with restraint. “You tell me. Right away. No hesitation, okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed, barely able to form words through the heat pooling low in your belly. “I understand, Jinu.”

His mouth hovered just above your skin, breath hot and heavy. “Good,” he whispered.

He breathes in through his nose as he inhales your scent and you shiver when he exhales warmly through his mouth and onto your nipple. “Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful.”

Then, he wraps his lips around one nipple, teeth just skimming your skin as he sucks and licks with passion.

“Jiiinuuu,” you mewl as you try to grind your hips against something, your cunt seeking friction.

“Good?” he quips back, peering up at you as his mouth curls into a Cheshire Cat smile. You feel your skin flush with heat as you just stare down at him. Lust is written all over your face and he has no trouble reading your expression. So he resumes licking, long, lavishing licks with the flat of his tongue over your pebbled nipple as a hand goes up to squeeze your other breast.

You take it upon yourself to bring the hand that’s squeezing your breast, guiding it down to your heat. As his fingers slip underneath the band of your underwear, down to where you need him the most, his mouth falls open to unleash a loud groan onto your nipple as his fingers slip between your wet lips.

Heat overwhelms you as Jinu litters soft kisses down your chest. Your hands find his head, running your fingers through his dark hair as his mouth continues to wander all over your naked skin.

Jinu’s lips move slowly down your body, kissing every little place he can find on your skin while his hands trace along.

He then leans forward, breathing in your core and running his nose along the patch of dampness. You pull at his hair as he inhales your scent. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he hums as he looks up at you with a dark smile, his hands leave your skin to curl his fingers into the waistband of your panties. “You smell so good. Can’t wait to taste you.”

A shuddering breath leaves your lips as you lift your hips instinctively allowing him to take off your underwear. Once he pushes your legs wide for him, you whimper as the air hits your wet slit. He takes a moment as his eyes take over you, your glistening centre clenching around nothing as he continues to stare at your wet hole.

Jinu licked his lips slowly, his eyes dark and full of reverence as he lowered himself between your thighs. His warm breath danced over your skin before his mouth followed, pressing slow, lingering kisses to the inside of your thighs—licking, sucking, worshipping.

Each touch was purposeful, tender, but it left you trembling. He was so close to where you needed him most, yet still teasingly far away, making the ache within you pulse stronger.

“So pretty…” he murmured against your skin, his voice like velvet.

With gentle hands, he lifted your legs and draped them over his shoulders, positioning you perfectly. Your breath hitched as you watched him settle between your thighs, eyes never leaving yours—dark, intense, and full of want.

You were about to plead, already breathless and aching, when his lips finally brushed against your soaked folds. You gasped, your body jolting as he nuzzled into you, his mouth slowly parting your lips, smearing your slick across his kiss-bruised lips.

Then came the first stroke of his tongue—slow, deliberate, devastating.

You moaned aloud, back arching, hips twitching beneath his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, electric, as his tongue moved expertly, tasting you like he’d waited lifetimes just for this moment. You squirmed at the contact, hands fisting in the sheets, barely able to think through the pleasure building between your legs.

But just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back, and a whimper of protest left your lips.

Only for him to return with his fingers.

His hands were so careful, so steady, as he used one to spread you open, exposing your most sensitive parts to his hungry gaze. He groaned low in his throat at the sight of you—wet, trembling, and completely undone beneath him.

“Look at you,” he whispered, more to himself than to you. “So wet for me…”

He slid one long, slender finger inside you, and your body reacted instantly, tightening around him, gasping at the sudden fullness. You moaned into the pillow beside you, your hips shifting instinctively toward his touch.

But his voice stopped you.

“Don’t you dare silence yourself,” Jinu growled, the gravel in his tone sending shivers down your spine. “I want to hear every sound you make. Every single one.”

Your answering whimper only seemed to encourage him.

He watched with fascination as your body clenched around his finger, the way your slick walls gripped him tightly—desperate, needy. His jaw tensed, his desire etched into every part of him.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes locked on the way your body responded to him. “Such a tight, perfect little pussy…”

He leaned in again, lips brushing the inside of your thigh as he whispered, “Can’t wait to feel this pretty cunt wrapped around my cock.”

Your breath caught at his words, they were vulgar, yes, but said with such raw admiration, such unrestrained desire, that it made your entire body throb in response.

Your little mewls grew louder, rising with the waves of pleasure that began crashing through you. You could barely breathe through it—through him. The way his fingers moved inside you made your mind go blank. They were thicker, longer, stronger than your own—just one of his felt better than anything you’d ever given yourself.

Your body trembled, clenching around his finger with a desperation that only made you ache more. Your hips began to move instinctively, grinding down against his hand, seeking out more of the pressure, more of him. Jinu moaned low in his throat, the sound thick with desire as he watched you come undone beneath him.

His eyes roamed your body hungrily, unable to settle on one place. The way your lashes fluttered, your parted lips, your flustered chest—he wanted to memorize every part of you. You were breathtaking like this. Writhing. Wanting. His.

You were panting now, lost in the haze of pleasure. And then you gasped, his fingers returning, slipping two more inside your heat. The stretch made you whimper, your tight walls fluttering around the sudden fullness. It was overwhelming, but it was perfect.

“Shh… you’re doing so good for me,” he murmured, his voice low and ragged.

He moved slowly at first, letting you adjust to the added pressure, curling and spreading his fingers inside you as your body began to rock with his rhythm. Every motion, every delicious drag of his fingers left you gasping, trembling, your hands flying to his hair and gripping tight.

Jinu leaned in then, and your lips found his again. He kissed you hard, pouring every ounce of his desire into the way his mouth moved with yours. You moaned into him, helpless against the tide of pleasure crashing through your body as he swallowed every sound you made, like he needed to feel you, taste you, consume you.

Your hips moved in sync with the push of his fingers, and he curled them just right, just enough to make you see stars behind your fluttering lashes. His tongue slipped between your lips, claiming your mouth with slow, searing intimacy.

“That feels good, doesn’t it, kitten?” he rasped, pulling back just slightly to breathe the words against your lips. His thumb slid up, brushing gently over your clit.

You cried out, your hips jerking beneath him. You nodded, breathless—but he wasn’t satisfied with that.

“Use your words, angel,” he whispered, voice laced with heat and command.

“Y-Yes,” you moaned, hands shaking against his skin. “Please, Jinu—please, it feels… it feels so good.”

A groan vibrated in his chest at your response, and his mouth found your body again—kissing lower, slower, with growing hunger. His lips ghosted over your ribs, your stomach, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

And still, his fingers never stopped.

You whimpered softly, unable to contain the way your body quivered with every motion, your hips twitching as he continued to work you open with aching tenderness.

His mouth reached your hips, and you felt your breath catch in your throat, your body already begging for more—silently, helplessly, reverently. Your hands tangled tighter in his hair as he looked up at you from between your thighs, eyes dark, full of love and hunger all at once.

He hadn’t even taken you yet, and still—You had never felt so desired. So adored. So completely his.

Jinu breathed you in the moment he leaned forward, your scent thick in the air—sweet, intoxicating, entirely you. His lips parted, wetting them slowly, as his eyes lifted to meet yours with a smoldering kind of reverence. And then, without hesitation, his head dipped between your thighs.

His warm tongue dragged a deliberate, aching stripe up your folds—slow and firm, stopping only once he reached your sensitive clit.

“Ah—Jinu!” you gasped, hips jolting clean off the mattress as the sensation surged through you.

A chorus of helpless, breathy sounds escaped you—soft whines and broken moans that spilled freely from your throat. Your hips stuttered beneath him, chasing every flick of his tongue like it was the only thing tethering you to earth.

And Jinu? He just sighed contentedly, like he’d found heaven between your thighs. Like this—you—was all he’d ever need. His hands gripped your hips tenderly but firmly, one holding you down to keep you from writhing too far out of reach, the other still buried between your legs, fingers pumping slowly, expertly, curling upward with each thrust.

Your voice dissolved into fragments of his name, repeated over and over in a dazed, breathless chant. A prayer. Your eyes squeezed shut, tears threatening as the pleasure mounted. His tongue flicked and licked over your clit with unrelenting attention, and all the while, his fingers kept moving inside you, finding that spongy, devastating spot deep within.

The tension in your abdomen grew sharper, tighter, each wave stronger than the last. His lips wrapped around your clit again, sucking gently but purposefully, and that coil inside you twisted nearly painfully with how close you were to coming undone.

“A-ah—too much!” you squeaked, voice strangled and thick with desperation. “T-too—Jinu, I—I can’t—”

“Easy, angel,” he murmured, pausing only long enough to press a soft, soothing kiss to your trembling thigh. His fingers stilled inside you, holding you carefully as he looked up, his expression full of mischief and something achingly tender.

“Jinu… baby,” you mumbled into the pillow, your voice muffled and shaky.

“I know,” he cooed, brushing his hand along your hip. “I’ve got you, my sweet girl. It’s a lot, I know… Can I keep going?”

You nodded faintly, then forced yourself to find your voice. “Y-Yeah. Just—just give me a second…”

He smiled, that warm, knowing kind of smile that made your heart ache. “I’ll wait forever for you.”

But the moment didn’t stretch for long and neither of you wanted it to. The seconds apart felt like hours, a kind of torturous pause, until Jinu finally leaned down again.

This time, his tongue slipped between your folds with renewed tenderness, lapping upward in a slow, deliberate motion until it found your clit again. You sighed—high-pitched, broken—at the exact moment he did, his deep, dreamy exhale warming your skin.

Jinu began to lap at you again, this time more carefully. His fingers moved inside you in a slow, steady rhythm, no longer pushing too hard but coaxing you, gently building you back up with a lover’s patience.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, barely able to hold yourself together. Your trembling fingers tangled in his hair, while your other hand covered your mouth, trying—but failing—to contain your cries.

“Fuck… ahhh… d-daddy…”

Jinu groaned deep against you, the word catching him by surprise—but clearly affecting him. His lips sealed more firmly around your clit, sucking in time with the steady pulse of his fingers.

“Fucking hell,” he growled into your heat, voice ragged and full of awe. “You taste like heaven. You feel so perfect. You’re everything.”

The intensity, the praise, the intimacy, it was all too much, and yet, not nearly enough. With every word and every stroke of his tongue, he wasn’t just making love to your body.

He was worshipping it.

“Jinu, oh my fucking— god,” you cry out loud. He sucks lazily at your clit while he curls his fingers into you. Jinu eventually sucks harder on your clit, still occasionally swirling his tongue around your little bud while moving his fingers inside you a bit faster. You keep chanting his name between moans as you now hold onto his hair with both of your hands.

You gasp loudly as your whole body trembles even more, the hot feeling continues to spread all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving at their own accord against Jinu’s hand and face. Then your body tenses as you come against his mouth. Your whole mind feels like exploding and all you can see is stars. You feel so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and emotions you are experiencing. Your body is still trembling as you feel yourself come down from your high.

“You’re doing so well for me baby,” he says proudly as his fingers slow down, slipping out of you to rub your slit softly, while he continues to lick your clit, still helping you ride out your orgasm.

You are a sputtering mess while he teeters you towards overstimulation.

As you come back to your senses, you feel his fingers slip away from your heat. Your pussy clenches repeatedly around nothing, you feel like a hot storm and you’re sopping wet from the waist down and dripping down the poor sheets, as you whimper helplessly.

You need him so bad. Your pussy continues to pulse, begging to be filled all over again. Begging for his cock.

“Taste so good angel, I could eat this pussy all day.” He said as he licked his lips and fingers.

Jinu slowly made his way back up your trembling body, his warmth following the path of his kisses as he climbed. Every brush of his lips was tender—worshipful—as if he was stitching the pieces of your soul back together with each soft press.

When he reached your face, he didn’t rush. He lingered, planting delicate kisses along your jaw, then your cheeks, before nuzzling his nose against yours with a quiet breath of laughter. You giggled, light and breathless, your heart fluttering in your chest.

His lips touched your forehead next, then your temple, your nose—every inch kissed with love before finally settling on your mouth. He kissed you slowly, smiling against your lips, the both of you laughing quietly between each kiss like two lovers tangled in a dream.

It was sweet. Intimate. A moment you never wanted to end.

He pulls away with a satisfied sigh, he smiles as he reaches to touch the side of your neck, tracing his fingertips up and down.

You sigh as you melt at the feel of his touch and kiss his thumb as it comes to trace across your lips. You wrap your still shaky legs around his hips as you stare into his eyes.

“I need you, Jinu… I’m ready,” you whispered, voice breathless but steady.

His gaze searched your face, his touch soft as ever. “Are you sure?” he asked quietly, his voice holding the kind of tenderness that made your heart ache.

You nodded with certainty, lifting your hand to gently cup his cheek. “Yes.”

Still, Jinu lingered, his concern for you shining in his eyes. “We can stop at any time, angel. If it becomes too much… you just say the word.”

That sincerity—so deep and unshakable—only made you fall harder.

Your fingers reached up to trace his face, your eyes softening. “I know,” you said with a small, teary smile. “I’m nervous… but I don’t want to stop. Not with you.”

His eyes softened even more, if possible. “Angel,” he murmured, thumb brushing your cheek, “I just want you to feel safe. And I need you to know, if you change your mind at any point—tonight, or ever—I’ll still adore you. Nothing could change that.”

Tears stung your eyes at his words. They felt like a warm blanket wrapped around your entire being. You’d never felt more cherished, more seen, more loved.

There was no one else on this universe you trusted more than Jinu. He wasn’t just a demon. He was your safe place. Your heart.

Swallowing the lump forming in your throat, you brought your other hand up to cradle both sides of his face. He leaned into your touch, his deep, brown eyes never leaving yours.

“I want this with you,” you whispered. “I trust you… and I love you with everything I am.”

Jinu’s expression melted, shifting into something so full of awe, so reverent, you swore it reached your soul. He looked at you like you were divine—sacred. As if you were something holy he was afraid to break, but so desperate to hold.

Your cheeks flushed under his gaze, but the warmth it brought made the nerves fade just a little more.

He leaned in slowly, lips brushing yours with such gentleness you could cry. The kiss deepened, soft and full of emotion, as one of his hands cradled your face like you were the most fragile, precious thing in existence. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer until you could feel the full weight of him pressing against your center, straining through the thin fabric of his boxers.

Your breath hitched.

Driven by instinct and longing, your hands slid from his cheeks, down the strong lines of his chest and over the taut muscles of his abdomen. Your fingers trembled slightly as they slipped under the waistband of his boxers. You hesitated only a moment before tugging gently.

Jinu’s breath caught. His gaze locked with yours again, reverent and patient. He leaned back just enough to discard the last barrier between you. The moment stretched, quiet and full of anticipation, as he finally rid himself of his boxers and tossed them aside.

Your eyes widened.

He was beautiful—breathtaking. Long and thick, perfectly shaped, and hard for you. The sight of him sent a wave of heat rolling through your body, tightening deep in your core. The thought of him inside you, filling you, had your thighs trembling.

But the nerves returned, lingering.

Jinu noticed immediately. He always did.

He moved closer, lips brushing over yours again, then your cheek, your jaw. His voice was soft, laced with the gentlest amusement. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours, hm?”

You blinked up at him, flustered. “H-how… how will that fit?” you whispered, cheeks blazing.

He laughed softly—warm and affectionate, no mocking—and your pout only made his smile grow.

“I promise,” he murmured, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “it will fit. I’ll take my time with you, angel. You don’t need to worry.” He kissed you again, slower this time, reassuring, grounding. “We’ll go as slow as you need. I’ve got you.”

And in that moment, wrapped in his voice, his touch, his love—you believed him. You knew he meant every word.

Jinu settled himself between your thighs, his body blanketing yours, the warmth of his skin making your own burn with anticipation. You felt him at your entrance, thick and heavy, teasing the place where your need pulsed strongest. He rested his forehead gently against yours, his eyes searching, asking silently for permission one last time.

You smiled and kissed him, soft and breathless, your hips rising instinctively to meet his. “I love you,” you whispered, voice trembling with affection and desire.

His gaze glowed with a warmth that rivaled the stars. “I love you more,” he murmured, brushing his lips over yours in a kiss so gentle it made your chest ache.

The two of you kiss languidly for a moment, treasuring the heat of each other's bodies as your lips slot together with ease, but soon enough the kisses became deeper, and hands started to grip tighter and legs tangled together.

He held his length in his hands as he kept rubbing the head of his cock from your entrance, up to your clit, circling until you squirmed underneath him, and back down. Jinu loved the sounds you made as he spread his precum around your slit, where you were still dripping for him.

The thought of him finally entering you with his cock made you wetter and turned you even more on. Jinu swallowed your whines with his lips against yours, his hips rolling with yours. He kissed you full with fervour, his grip on you intensifying heatedly.

You were trembling against him, full of anticipation. His body covered your whole body with his. You writhe against him, wishing he was just in you already and filling you up and making you see white.

“I’ll try to go slow, okay, angel?” Your demon lover says before leaning back down to kiss your lips again, he reaches down and grasps himself to line up between your lips and slide. He is rubbing the tip firmly over your slit and your mind is all over the place.

“P-please, Jinu,” you stuttered, your body trembled even more underneath him. “P-put it in, please?”

He rubbed himself up and down your slit for a while longer before he moved his dick teasingly around your core. You arched your back slightly and whined loudly out of frustration.

“Relax sweet girl,” he whispered against your mouth.

You whimpered in anticipation as his forehead touched yours. He nudged the tip of him against your hole, still slick with arousal. Your legs trembled underneath him, a mix of nerves and excitement. Once he notched himself inside of you, a gasp elicited from the both of you.

You knew it was just the tip of him, but you couldn’t help but feel the stretch already. Jinu slid in so slowly it was agonising. He was careful, like he was afraid you might break. You let out a long broken whine as he gradually pushed more of him inside you. He was so big.

You tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly as you whined underneath him. He panted along with you, his warm breath fanning over your face while he kept his forehead pressed against yours. The stretch stung, but his pace kept it bearable. He guided himself a centimetre further, then another, another, until you were digging your nails into his scalp, a gasp spilling from your lips.

His hips stilled instantly once he heard the pained noises falling from your lips. Tears began to prickle at your waterline, a combination of discomfort and the overwhelming feelings coursing through you.

“Doing so good for me baby,” he praised as he peppered your face with soft kisses. “You’re doing amazing.”

“Please,” you whimpered as your eyes fluttered close.

He continued to move almost painfully slow, letting you adjust to every centimetre of him. After a couple of seconds you were able to relax more into it. You whimpered, clutching his shoulders at the stretch, the heat in your abdomen grew as your walls fluttered around him, pleasure beginning to bloom in your stomach.

“Such a good girl,” he grunted softly. You think there isn’t a possibility to get more wet but as he utters those words you feel your heat get even more wet.

Once he bottomed out, a soft gasp slipped past your lips as his tip kissed your cervix. The tears that lingered at your eyes fell freely down your cheeks. You felt so full and relieved as he stilled against you. Your walls involuntarily fluttered around him, getting used to his size. Jinu’s soft lips were on your forehead, leaving soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings and words of encouragement.

You took your time, letting the moment wash over you like a slow, rolling tide. When you finally opened your eyes, blinking through the heady haze, Jinu was already looking down at you, his expression clouded with concern.

“I’m fine,” you whispered between shallow breaths, giving him a small, reassuring nod. “It’s just… a lot.”

And it was. The way he filled you—completely, utterly—made you feel like your body had been waiting for this moment, for him. Like he had been carved by the universe to fit only you. The sensation wasn’t just overwhelming—it was otherworldly. You swore you could see stars behind your eyes, constellations drawn in the shape of his name.

You shifted slightly beneath him, adjusting, and your body instinctively clenched around him. A low groan rumbled from his chest, and you caught the flicker of restraint in his features—the way his brow furrowed, the tension in his jaw. He was holding back for you.

“Jinu,” you breathed, reaching up with a trembling hand to brush the curls from his forehead, your fingers lingering in his hair. “You can move.”

His eyes locked onto yours, and something in him softened. There was devotion there. Worship. Love.

When you gave the slightest tilt of your hips, inviting him in further, his restraint cracked—just a little—and he moaned your name like a prayer. His lips parted as he wet them, and then, slowly, he began to move.

His thrusts were deep, slow, and deliberate—like he wanted you to feel every inch of him, every breath between each connection. He never pulled back too far, never rushed. Just the rhythmic rock of his hips against yours, grounding you both in the moment.

The initial sting began to melt away, like ice thawing under the sun, giving way to something softer… warmer. You sighed, breath catching in your throat as pleasure bloomed gradually inside you, slow and bright. He watched every reaction on your face, his hands holding your hips, his body covering yours with reverent care.

“Jinu,” you whimpered, your fingers curling around the back of his neck.

Slowly, you were getting used to his girth, anticipating it every time he pulled out of you before moving forward again. Your legs were splayed open on either side of his hips as he grind his cock into you. The angle was so good, gradually he picked up his pace, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. As Jinu fucked into you in languid strokes, the sound of slick skin was being heard in the room.

Every time he thrust into you, his pelvic bone dragged along your throbbing clit, making you cry out his name in pure ecstasy.

“You’re doing so well for me, sweet girl,” he whispered against your skin, his voice husky and warm. “Taking me perfectly.”

Soft grunts fell from Jinu’s lips whenever he hit a specific deep spot inside you. You whimpered as his lips moved back up to your lips, enveloping them in a heated kiss. His hand found its way between your bodies to gently circle over your sensitive clit.

At a certain point you felt him slide into a pressure point in your core, coupled with the way his fingers circled your clit, it had you clenching like a vise around his dick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure he was providing you. The whimpers that fell from your lips became higher pitched as he picked up his pace.

“Feeling good kitten?” He moaned, as his lips curled into a soft smile while he couldn’t help but admire the way your face contorted in pure pleasure. Too overwhelmed by the new experience. Filth and praise continued to come out of his mouth as he fucked you. “This pussy was made for me.”

His mouth captured yours in a desperate kiss, swallowing every soft whimper and breathless moan you gave him. The world around you blurred—reduced to nothing but the sound of your mingled breaths and the electricity sparking between your bodies. That familiar tightness coiled low in your belly again, growing tighter with every careful thrust and whispered touch.

Your whimpers, gasps of pleasure and pants increased as ecstasy and warmth overwhelmed your senses.

Jinu’s hands were everywhere, grasping, caressing, exploring as if he still couldn’t believe you were real. His palms skimmed your hips, your waist, your spine like he was trying to memorise every curve, every inch of your warmth.

The rhythm of his body against yours grew more urgent, his movements more focused. He could feel it, that you're on the edge, and he adjusted his hips slightly, searching for the perfect angle that would blow your mind. When he found it, the sound you made had his breath catching in his throat.

Your legs locked around his waist as the wave built, and your arms wrapped tighter around him, trembling from the sheer intensity. Your nails dug gently into his back, and he groaned at the feeling—at the knowledge that you were falling apart for him, and only him.

The pressure in your belly burned white-hot now, every nerve ending lit aflame, every second bringing you closer to unraveling completely beneath him.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, cursing under his breath when you purposefully tightened your walls around him. “Bet you’d look even prettier with my cum inside your pussy. All full and messy.”

“Please…” you moaned as you thought about him filling you up. “Please Jinu, baby, fill this pussy up.”

He grunts as he buried his face into your neck as he fucked into you, making the whole bed rattle at his force.

“You want to cum sweetheart?”

You nodded frantically at his words while your eyes fluttered close as you bit your bottom lip harshly. You were bucking up beneath him, nails digging into his skin even more as his hand moved back to your clit as another came to intertwine your hands together, pinning them to the bed. He rubbed your clit with enough pressure to ensure you’d cum around him.

“Cum for me, angel.” Jinu demanded softly.

And when he finally nudged against that spot inside you coupled with his deep voice–your body broke into waves of pleasure, trembling violently as your climax crashed through you like a storm, all heat and chaos and light. His name tore from your lips, wild and raw, before his mouth found yours again—urgent and tender—swallowing every sob, every gasped breath, as if he needed your pleasure like oxygen. Your head lolled back, your back arching violently as you twist and contort in pleasure underneath him.

Jinu groaned in your ear as your walls spasmed and pulsed around his cock, begging him to cum inside, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.

“Fuck,” he moaned, pushing himself up as he thrust deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. “You want me to fill this pussy up? Make it all messy?”

You were still in a daze but you were still able to understand him so you nodded vigorously at his words, whining even more at the sensitivity. Your pussy squeezed around his cock in anticipation. “Please…”

He moved his hips sloppily before he groaned loudly, as he finally came inside you. The warmth of his seed filled you up and spread within your walls. You whimpered at the feel of his cum dripping out of you once he pulled out.

It was a blurry haze when you came back to your senses, your whole body was aching whilst simultaneously feeling the most relaxed you've ever been, equally as exhausted as it was energised, and you didn’t bother trying to question why. Just pure contentment.

Once both of you caught your breaths, Jinu pressed his forehead against yours before kissing you tenderly.

“That was…” He breathed, smiling tiredly at the complete dopey mess he had made of you; hair all over the place and eyes lidded heavily, heated skin glowing and your lips looked swollen from all the kisses you’ve both shared.

“Oh yeah, that was everything.” Your voice came out hoarsed, still recovering from the height and volume it had gone, and you cleared your throat gently before you smiled up at him.

Your skin was damp with sweat, sticking softly to his, but Jinu didn’t seem to care in the slightest. If anything, he only pulled you closer, like the thought of distance between your bodies was unbearable. His hands roamed slowly, reverently—gliding over your sides, your back, your arms—touching you as if he was still in awe, still stunned by how beautiful you looked falling apart beneath him… all because of him.

You looked up at him, completely overwhelmed with love, with wonder, with something impossibly soft blooming in your chest. Both of your hands came up to cup his cheeks, your thumbs brushing gently over his flushed skin. Then you pulled him down into another kiss—slow, warm, and full of emotion. A kiss that said everything you couldn’t quite put into words.

He smiled against your lips before pulling back just enough to press a lingering kiss to your forehead. “We have to clean you up,” he mumbled, his voice low and slightly hoarse as his fingers trailed gently down your sides, making you shiver and close your eyes in blissful exhaustion.

“Later,” you murmured with a whine, already sinking into the post-lovemaking haze. “I’m tired.”

Jinu chuckled quietly, the sound low and fond. In one swift movement, he slipped his arms beneath you and lifted you into the air, drawing a surprised yelp from your lips.

“Up you go,” he said, smirking as your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

You opened your mouth to protest—something about being perfectly capable of walking to the bathroom—but the soreness settling into your legs betrayed you. The moment you shifted, a dull ache pulsed through your body, and your words died on your tongue.

He raised a brow knowingly as he looked down at you with amusement. “Thought so,” he said with a wink, holding you like you weighed nothing and walking toward the bathroom with you nestled safely in his arms.

He reached the bathroom and gently set you down on the edge of the bathtub, his hands lingering on your waist as he leaned forward to turn on the water. To your surprise, he grabbed a familiar container and dropped your favourite bath bomb into the filling tub. The fizzy swirl of scent and colour blossomed through the water, and a smile curled on your lips as you watched it bubble. The fact that he knew which one you loved most tugged sweetly at your heart.

Once the bath was warm and the water had risen just enough, Jinu turned off the tap and stepped toward you again. Without a word, he scooped you back up into his arms and carefully lowered you into the tub. You let out a soft sigh as the warmth of the bath enveloped your tired body, relaxing your sore muscles and calming every last nerve.

You leaned your head back, eyes fluttering closed as you soaked in the comfort and tranquility.

“Jinu?” you called softly, hoping he hadn’t left.

“Yes, my princess?” he answered immediately, voice gentle.

Your eyes opened to find him still beside you, sitting at the edge of the tub. You reached toward him with a timid smile. “Can you... please join me?”

Jinu’s lips quirked into a mischievous smile. “Of course, my angel,” he said as he rose to his feet.

You scooted toward the center of the tub, making room for him behind you. He stepped in carefully, the water rippling with each motion, and then slid in beside you. Almost instantly, his arms wrapped around your middle, pulling you back into his chest.

You sighed contentedly, melting against him as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered near your ear, pressing a trail of featherlight kisses along your neck. His voice was low and sincere, like a sacred vow only meant for you.

A soft, blissful smile played on your lips. You shifted slightly, snuggling even closer to him in the warm water, letting your bare bodies press together under the bubbles. Your legs tangled effortlessly with his, and for a moment the world faded away, leaving only his breath, his warmth, and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

And that was how the rest of the night passed—wrapped up in each other, in soft touches and lazy kisses, the quiet intimacy of shared space and tender silence. In his embrace, you felt safe, adored, and deeply, utterly at home.

Jinu caught your heart, so effortlessly, as if it had always belonged to him. Promising to hold onto it forever.

thank you for reading <3

[auraee]

Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (Part 1)

The plane was late. The girls weren’t here and Bobby was freaking out. The crowd gathered outside the arena was rising into a crescendo, in raw anticipation. The tension was palpable, it was as if the energy was fizzling from the fans into the very ground of the stadium.

‘Everyone ready? Lets look alive!’ The man with medium length hair spun around, pointing at everyone, checking on progress. Bobby, the manager of Huntr/x frantically flitted around, looking absolutely frazzled.

‘Okay, ready? Yeah, we’re ready. But where are the girls?’ He frowned, turning around to Y/N. The girl in return, shrugged, her eyes glued into her notebook. She was writing a new song. One just in case Huntr/x decided to do another comeback early. The girl group was known for being random with their timings. This meant it make Y/N's job that much harder.

‘Check their location.' She sighed before looking up.

'Although, it isn't exactly unlike them to be late.’ Y/N shrugged, flicking back through her little black notebook. She wrinkled her nose, slightly concerned for the group's well being.

Y/N knew their little secret, for she was their trump card. You see, Y/N was the ghost writer. The one who made sure all the songs went viral, ensuring that the honmoon remained steadfast in its hold. It wasn't an easy job seeing as the songs had to chart well and actually be enjoyable. However, the girls did have great voices so that made it slightly easier.

‘It shows their plane veering off course?’ Bobby flipped his phone around, shoving it above Y/N’s notebook.

The girl looked up and gave a sly grin.

‘Start the music, they’ll arrive.’

Like comets raining down, the three managed to make it onto stage, half way through the song. Y/N looked out into the cheering crowd from behind the curtains, narrowing her eyes at the thin lines rippling with light. Tonight’s concert would be enough. Just enough to keep the shield up. It would hold until their next comeback after this concert. Right?

--

‘Did we just see gold?’ 

‘Ah! I can’t believe we’re doing it!’

‘It’s so exciting!’

The three cheered, shaking each other in sheer joy.

‘This means we can release our song soon and turn the honmoon gold!’ Rumi cheered.

Y/N gritted her teeth, slightly resentful. It was her song. She was the one who wrote it, slaved over it for weeks to make sure it sounded perfect for the girls.

‘It’s finally time!’ Mira exclaimed

‘Wooo!’ Rumi cheered until her voice suddenly cracked, her cheer suddenly muted. ‘Whoa that was weird.’

‘Do you need some water?’ Y/N mumbled, as the elevator doors opened.

‘Did someone say water?’ Bobby grinned, before gesturing frantically and calling out. ‘Water. Now!’

Y/N sighed, walking out from behind the group, watching how they all were showered in praise. Praise that never seemed to be shared with Y/N. It wasn't as if she was asking for all the credit, however it would be nice to hear a thank you once in a while.

‘What a way to end the world tour! And that guy in the finale who exploded confetti?’

‘Amazing special effects.’ Y/N cut in briskly, side eyeing Mira who returned her glance with a slightly panicked one.

‘Yeah it was super chill. Amazing song writing by the way Y/N.’ He added almost as a sidenote.

Y/N sighed and began to zone out. She didn’t need to be there anymore. It was time to go home whilst the girls decided what to do. Y/N had finished writing Golden two weeks before and Huntr/x had already recorded the song, meaning Y/N could rest. It would be a long time since Y/N was able to go home and get a full nights rest instead of being in the studio, mixing and mastering a new song for Huntr/x.

She trudged her way onto the dark streets where her own penthouse apartment resided. It was one of the perks for owning royalty on all the songs of Huntr/x. At least Y/N had been smart enough to invest in the shares of the company with her money. At this rate? She wouldn’t have to work for the next fifty years if she wanted to. Her retirement was set.

The streetlamps left much to the imagination, however, Y/N was too tired to be wary. The streets here were safe. It was a rich neighbourhood anyways. 

Y/N’s phone pinged.

Golden was being released in an hour.

Well that wasn't the plan. But then, did the girls ever tell her of any plans they had? She gritted her teeth, looking at the notification on her phone.

Was it wrong for her to feel slightly resentful? She could see the lines. She could see what the other girls could see, but she couldn’t harness the spiritual power to create a weapon. Y/N was an anomaly. A failure of a hunter.

She scrolled the comments, phone tightening in her hand as she read through each one. The praise was lavished onto the girls. Mira, Zoey and Rumi. Nothing mentioned her, the song writer, the producer. The reason Huntr/x even had songs to sing.

‘You’re looking awfully tense.’ A smooth, plush, voice noted.

Y/N whipped around, brandishing her phone into the shadows.

‘Who’s there?’ She snarled, eyes darting between the flickering streetlights.

‘Don’t be afraid. This won’t hurt one bit.’ Another voice snickered.

…

A pause.

Then another.

Then ten seconds had passed.

‘Um, what?’ The first voice sounded confused.

‘What am I supposed to be waiting for?’ Y/N shifted her posture, now feeling more confident.

‘Your soul. We were meant to take your soul.’ A deep voice muttered, as five boys stalked out of the shadows separately.

‘What the f-’

‘Who are you?’ The one with black hair, took point, walking towards her with a hungry glint.

‘My mother taught me not to tell my name to strangers.’ She snipped back, studying the new figures walking towards her. They were otherworldly in beauty. Jaws chiselled, faces unblemished and fair.

A flash of purple, jagged lines across skin.

‘You’re demons.’ Y/N deadpanned, facepalming. ‘No wonder you’re all so damn pretty.’

The one with pink long hair and heart shaped bangs snickered, sidling up to her. ‘You think we’re pretty?’ He gave a sickly sweet grin, reaching toward her chin.

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself asshat.’ Y/N slapped away his hand. ‘I’m actually not into pretty boys so don’t even try.’ Her body was tight, poised to jump at any time. Even if she couldn't harness the spirit power, she could fight just as well as the rest of the hunters.

‘Maybe she's more into guys like me.’ The one on her left spoke up, shifting into her line of sight.

Y/N’s eyes traced over the muscled man, her eyes lingering on his revealed abdomen as he stretched.

‘Huh, gym rats. Also not my type.’ She shook her head, turning to leave. ‘I’m not into conventionally attractive men. I don’t share.’ 

‘Who says you have to share?’ 

Y/N jumped slightly, surprised by the man with black hair standing now in front of her.

‘We know you write all of Huntr/x’s songs. It’s how they're so popular.’ The one with purple hair, wrapped an arm around Y/N's shoulder.

‘Don’t touch me.’ She brushed him off, backing away into a wall.

‘Yeah?’ The wall replied.

‘Huh?’ Y/N turned around, only to be met by a wall of solid muscle. ‘OKAY STOP.’ She whisper-yelled. ‘What do you guys want from me? I don’t carry cash.’

'What? We don' want your money.' The one with blue hair chuckled, leaning on a lamp post.

'We want something more valuable.' The tallest said, flicking away his pink bangs.

'And that is?' Y/N narrowed her eyes, suspicious of the group of strange yet alluring men.

‘Write for us. We need a debut single in three days.’ The one who looked like the leader gave a wicked smile.

‘What makes you think I would do that?’ Y/N crossed her arms, tilting her head in a question.

‘Because we can give you what you want. Fame, recognition, power.’ 

'Who says-' Y/N began before falling to her knees, clutching her head.

Unbeknownst to her, the boys hurriedly gathered around her as she fell, the closest catching her before she collapsed on her side.

The outside world was suddenly cut off from Y/N's mind. It was silent.

And then it began.

Pain.

Throbbing pain as visions filled her head. It was searing, as if a hot knife were being twisted. Visions, sounds, memories. This wasn’t her world. This was the world of…

KPOP DEMON HUNTERS.

Part 2

[auraee]

𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐳𝐞𝐧 || 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ Jinu once had an affair with one of the king’s concubines, he accidentally sent her to be executed and spent 400 years begging to have her back, only that his wishes became true in the least expected way.

warnings_ angst, slight toxic relationship, misogyny, gender roles and historically inaccurate ancient stuf , fluff, sex heavily implied, jealousy, soulmates.

notes_ THIS WAS BASED ON @everandforeveryours ‘s WONDERFUL PLOT, I WAS ALLOWED TO REINTERPRET SO THANK YOU <3.

♫ ♪ Saja Boys playlist

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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Free was the woman who passed as dead and left the kingdom behind.

Having a family who barely passed middle class in the given ancient period made you a candidate to be a concubine of the king.

Being a young woman, a virgin, and educated, increased the chances of actually becoming one.

And when the summer started, you became a lower-rank concubine.

There wasn’t much to do. And certainly you avoided spending the nights with the king. Thankfully, he liked to play board games and hear you sing. But other than that, he was patient and showed zero to no interest in you.

One of your few escapades consisted of having long walks across the pond and gardens of the palace.

It was your only time alone without servants or guards or ladies in waiting. It was quiet, the blossom trees made the pond look somber and yet magical.

It was during one of your walks that you grew curious to grab a water lily when you almost fell, but a man held you in place, preventing you from falling into the water.

You took a long breath before turning to face your hero.

“Thank you” you said exhaling.

He was gorgeous. He looked your age, was tall, seemed neat and his face was edging towards perfection. You knew him.

“Hey, you’re the new musician of the king” he looked hesitant to answer, but soon nodded and finally took a moment to analyze and admire your face.

To him, you were also edging towards perfection.

“You’re very talented. And I really like your music…” your smile and tinted lips sold him away. He knew you were positioned somewhere higher than him. But aside from the people who suddenly praised him, your kindness seemed genuine. Certainly, you were not part of his deal with Gwi-Ma.

“Oh. Sorry to bother you. Excuse me…” you spoke again after not receiving a response from him. It disappointed you a little, but just when you were about to leave him behind, he grabbed your wrist.

“You’re not bothering me…” his hands were freezing despite being in summer. But you didn’t shiver, you savored his embrace. “I- I just don’t know if it’s correct to speak to you…”

“I spoke to you first. It doesn’t matter anymore” it was your sweet smile that made his rotting heart beat alive again. For once he didn’t feel the shame of leaving his family behind. So he smiled back at you.

“Are you a concubine?” He nervously asked.

“Lower rank concubine. It gets pretty boring” you admitted nodding. “It doesn’t help that the emperor isn’t my favorite person. But do not tell that to anyone”

“I swear I won’t” you offered him another smile as you twirled the white water lily in your hands.

“Tell me your name” you told him and for some reason, he blushed at the way you commanded him.

“Jinu… that’s- that my name”

“Well, Jinu… You’re going to come with me” the way you said it made him feel as if he was being burned alive. You took his hand and dragged him towards your chambers.

And the next time he heard his name slipping from your lips, it was because he had you naked on top of him.

…

Free was the woman who had no shoes, no gold ring to survive but true love by her side. Within weeks, you were utterly in love with him. Jinu visited you most nights, he sang you songs, loved seeing you dance and both enjoyed painting together. You loved his weight on top of you as he made love to you. Quickly he understood what made you spread your legs wider. What made him cover your mouth to muffle your cries and moans. And most importantly, he understood how to make you happy.

To the point where you constantly went spiraling, thinking about escaping with him. To somewhere farther and secluded. Where silk hadn’t arrived yet and wax was still hard to obtain.

But during a celebration, you had to hide your smile from him. In front of you was a row of higher concubines. And in front of them, the queen with the king.

Food was served, soldiers were laughing and celebrating, but you could only focus on Jinu playing his old bipa.

Singing a song about admiring the sunset with a lover, watching her blowing dandelions, and being proud of being in a nation that had won a war. It was about a man and the things he loved. And you knew, the woman in the song, his lover; was you.

His melodies were intriguing. Since the moment you saw him in the streets, all disheveled and without a chance to survive the week. You had nothing yet, but you gave him a silk cloth.

He probably didn’t remember, and you wouldn’t remind him. You just praised him truthfully.

So when you locked eyes with him and he sent you a smile in disguise, you had to lower your head to giggle.

You had never experienced such a similar kind of love. Where you felt safe and happy no matter how little or insignificant the interactions were.

But your emotions were too loud despite being careful. And someone else had already noticed.

When the celebration was almost over, you sneaked away, to the kitchens. The place was empty and dark, not a single candle on and it could potentially feel eerie.

But you patiently waited for your man, sitting on top of the long wooden table where food for the king was daily prepared.

Within some minutes, he entered the room. As tall and dorky as he was, he smiled at the sight of you and all your intrinsic headpieces and fresh flowers tangled in your hair.

“Why did you pick this place to meet?” Jinu questioned as he stepped between your legs. With a little giggle, you tilted your head towards the window.

“Because there’s not much light. It’s dark and… nobody will hear or see us” You held his free hand and placed it on the ribbons of your robe. When you touched his cheek, he was burning. The gesture made you smile widely.

“I don’t know what you’ve done to me…” he whispered, starting to kiss your chin and neck. “But I’m getting addicted to you”

“You are the one who made me feel that way first, Jinu”

He untied your robe, letting it slip off your body. Instinctively, you leaned backwards, offering him a better but still darkened view of your naked body. Jinu could smell the jasmine oils and soap all over your skin. His fingers traced figures up and down and he enjoyed hearing your moans in the dark.

And the celebration was over, you made him follow you to your sheets again.

…

Many nights later, in the peak of the summer, when a fan seemed to be a useless tool and cold water wasn’t enough, Jinu and you spent the night in your bed.

He was playing his bipa and humming some song as you listened to him.

“Sing with me…” he said after a pause, turning to look at you and waiting for an answer.

“What? No- I don’t sing, Jinu” he rolled his eyes at your shyness and took your hand to make you sit beside him at the feet of your bed.

“Please, sing with me…” with his insistent voice, you ended up nodding.

“Alright…”

The melody of a beautiful song started to fill the room. Jinu was an expert, and you often wondered why it took so long for the king to notice him.

You knew the song. It was the lover one. You started singing with him and noticed Jinu couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He seemed to be utterly obsessed and attracted to your voice.

You didn’t like others to hear you singing. It was a private thing for you and unfortunately for the king as well. But for Jinu? You could leave aside your shame and allow him to hear you.

There was a big smile on his face. And when he finished playing the song, he placed aside his bipa and went straight to kiss you.

His big hands perfectly fit across your face. Whatever he did or said was a matter of love for you.

You melted into his lips and allowed your tongue to slip in. The gesture took him aback and he offered to kiss you with more passion and dedication.

It didn’t help that you were naked already. His hands wandered across your hips and ended up tracing your breasts. If you didn’t stop him, you knew he would take you again. And you wanted, you wanted to try all the things you heard from the girls like sitting on your lover’s face. But first, you had to tell him.

“Ji-Jinu. Wait-…” he abruptly stopped.

“I’m sorry, I thought-“

“No. It’s okay, I want to… but-“ your smile grew and he chuckled, confused.

“Jinu… What do you think about… going away?” You questioned. “Imagine escaping the palace and going away…”

Jinu remained quiet. He glanced at you once and then looked at his hands.

“I know it’s sudden. But… I- I can’t be a concubine for the rest of my life” and Jinu couldn’t be a musician for his whole life. He didn’t know how far he would be able to go before he completely turned into a demon.

He came back to earth when he felt your hands taking off his clothes. And before he could cover himself. You had already seen all.

“Is that a tattoo?” He panicked at your question. When he looked down, he was able to see a glimpse of patterns across his arms and chest. “Jinu, it’s beautiful”

How could you consider demon patterns beautiful? He almost burst into tears.

Jinu wished he hadn’t made a deal with Gwi-Ma. He wished he could’ve waited a little longer. To beg for some mercy until he was accepted into the palace without a deal in between. He wished he could’ve presented yourself to his mother and sister.

And still, he wanted to believe that it could actually be possible for him.

“Let’s do it. Just wait for me, until I receive a pay at the end of the week” he promised, taking your hands. “It’ll be very few credits to survive. But let’s do it…”

You didn’t even let him finish, you just jumped onto his lap and kissed him.

“I love you” you said and his heart stopped.

His eyes opened widely and let out a breath, just to be sure you actually meant it.

“I love you too” he answered back.

…

The following morning, Jinu was gone.

It didn’t matter, he would be back later. And in the meantime, you started to gather important belongings that could be traded for credits or other useful stuff.

You didn’t even call the ladies in waiting to help you dress. You were blinded by love.

You hummed the song you both sang and you wondered if that could be your future. Just you and him in an isolated place. You were about to serve yourself some tea and cakes when you heard a servant calling you.

“Your highness, the Queen Mother is here” the young and frail woman told you. You quickly stood up and frowned.

“What does she want?” You hated the king’s mother. She was a vile widow who personally picked the concubines for his son.

“She needs to speak to you” without any other choice, you sighed and nodded.

“Help me get dressed first…”

“It’s urgent” she said.

With bare feet and wearing a thin robe, you followed the servant.

You remembered the day you were chosen to go to the palace. New concubines were solicited. You didn’t want to leave your family, that was your biggest fear.

The Queen Mother said straight to your face you weren’t pretty enough. But when she discovered you actually didn’t want to be a concubine, she changed her mind and picked you. Only to make you suffer.

When you made it to the common room, she was looking through a window. Her greying hair was perfectly accommodated in headpieces made of gold and when she turned to face you, she had a fake smile in her face.

“Tell me, dear. Do you enjoy music?” You frowned at the question but you stood straight.

“As most people, I do, your highness” she smirked.

“I told you to follow the rules when you arrived here” your eyes snapped open.

“That boy was spared because he confessed” she said and your throat felt dry.

“But you, you’ll die like any woman committing adultery and treason does”

‘No…” you whispered.

Jinu would’ve never betrayed you like that.

“You’re lying. He wouldn’t do that…” the woman chuckled.

“And that naive attitude is what’ll send you to your death” two guards entered the room, one punched you in your stomach and the other yanked your hair. You sobbed in pain and before you could do have done or said anything, they started pushing you out.

“JINU!” You screamed between the tears. He probably wasn’t even close to you, but you had hopes that he would come and save you. That something magical could happen. Instead, one of your ankles twisted, you heard a crack and the soldiers started to drag you across the pavilion.

Some maids and people started gathering, whispering to each other. Many women who always prayed for your downfall smiled with devilish grins.

And despite all, you couldn’t feel shame. In your heart, there was no place for humiliation. But only pain. An unbearable ache mocking you and rubbing in your face that you wouldn’t get a happy ending.

And it was all your fault.

As the soldiers placed a tight rope around your neck, you ignored the looks, the laughter, the whispering.

How could something so pure as love could be the reason for your death?

Maybe Jinu had always been a demon, sent to seduce you, to make you sin, to forget about yourself and give in to him. Through sweet nothings and the lust of sex he put you under a spell.

And once you had been given everything to him, he would dispose of you to take the next victim.

As you felt life giving you farewell, a sudden guilt and regret settled in your guts. You cursed the day you met Jinu, you cursed him and you prayed to be given a second chance. To live again and make the right decisions. To face him again and take him prisoner for something called karma.

But free was the woman who could rebirth and keep it zen.

…

If hunters are gone, I can leave behind my shame and bring her back to life.

That was all that mattered to Jinu as he played along while being recorded for national TV entertainment.

When Huntr/x appeared and tried to face them, Jinu pulled out a smart move and made them join them on stage.

But they had to go… and of course they followed them.

The door shut open with a loud bang. Everyone turned to look and there was another woman. Similarly dressed in black leather attire and wearing a mask like a bank robber does. Looking unbothered, arrogant, and too damn lousy for Jinu’s prejudice.

He didn’t know yet, but that woman was you.

And he first noticed a birthmark between your eyebrows.

“Can we get outta here? I hate vapor and sweating” you said while looking at your metallic nails. “And a fan bit me on the shoulder. This mask is killing me!”

“Uh- y/n…” Zoey called you and when you looked up, you saw your friends pointing at the five demons with their weapons.

And that’s when Jinu saw you. He quietly gasped, almost unable to breathe.

“Oh. I see…” you let out a little chuckle. From your wrist, a bracelet untangled by itself until it came down as a long whip, matching the same colors and bright lights as the rest of the girl’s weapons.

That was definitely your voice. But…

No, no, no… She can’t be a demon hunter; Jinu started panicking in his head.

“A knife chain? You’re naughty…” Abby told you, which made you smirk.

“Sure I am. We can put it into practice if you want…” the muscular man smirked at you and sure it made you a little wet. But he was a demon after all. And then, you noticed their leader, staring directly at you. probably trying to see your face under the mask.

“Get her” the man pointed at you.

“What? Why me?” You asked in shock, already stepping backwards.

The four men started chasing after you and for the first time, you didn’t feel very confident.

You rushed to open a door and climb the stairs as fast as you could.

“They’re going after y/n!” Mira yelled and Zoey tried to get Rumi to go help you but she was also gone.

No matter how many doors you opened and how many stairs you used to go up and down, demons were all over the place. You could see the Honmoon weakening, making you feel fear for the first time. As well as a deep hateful feeling, making you fight more violently, and a little against Celine’s advice.

Your chain knife skillfully vanished tons of demons. But the Saja Boys were definitely higher-ranking demons. They could disguise themselves as humans and were somewhat in control of their actions, instead of regular demons who simply tried to dodge you and tear apart your skin.

The ones called Mystery and Baby appeared in your sight and you prepared to attack them.

“It’s usually all the other way around” you told yourself out loud.

They were strong, calculated in their attacks and definitely soul-starving.

Baby grabbed you by the shoulders and Mystery tried to use his claws on you, but none of their attacks succeeded. Their black haired leader appeared and as you tried to flinch away, he was able to take your mask, uncovering your face. You had definitely bitten your tongue while fighting with him, and the taste of blood filled your mouth.

“Get away from me, assholes” you yelled.

Jinu was able to grab your arms and surprisingly, he simply stared. He didn’t do anything to hurt you.

Under a thick and exaggerated black makeup, he could see your face. The same face he fell in love 400 years ago.

Noticing he was distracted, you pulled out your weapon, and with a big push that took all of your strength, you were able to get him out of your hair.

“I said: Do not touch me!” You yelled, finally slicing some of his skin.

He backed away, looked surprised at you and after touching the wounded skin, it healed in a second.

You huffed and spat some blood before looking back at the man. He looked at you shocked, like an idiot actually. He transmitted to you an uneasy feeling. With a worried sigh, you held your wounded arm on your chest and turned around to run back to the girls. And thankfully, the demon didn’t follow you.

But he discovered it was actually you. His lover…

…

The first time they met, Rumi thought he could’ve killed the leader of the Saja Boys. The second time, she grew alarmed as he stated the meeting had to do with one of the members of Huntr/x.

What could possibly want a 400-year-old demon possibly want to do with one of her friends? Rumi had no idea. But she was curious and worried

“Straight to the point” Rumi threatened with her sword pointing at Jinu again when he appeared by her side.

“Tell me more about the fourth Huntr/x member …” Rumi frowned and defensively stood straight. Almost as if you were actually there and she wanted to protect you.

“About y/n? What’s your business with her, huh?” Jinu sighed at Rumi pointing her sword at him. “She’s the one to compose and produce our songs. Comes up with the melodies and is our visual member”

“I know her” he revealed.

“What?”

“She was a concubine in the palace. Lower rank but a concubine with privileges…”

“My y/n? 400 years ago she was a royal concubine?” Jinu nodded at her, and Rumi still looked shocked.

“Same body, same hair, same eyes. And.. same voice” by the tone Jinu used, Rumi began to believe him. It was too honest and there was no actual reason for him to be lying. Plus, she needed to know how to protect you.

“So she reincarnated? Because she doesn’t seem to remember you” she didn’t mean to be hurtful, but mentioning the fact that you had no idea who Jinu was, hurt him.

“I guess so…”

“And she was your…”

“She was my lover” Jinu admitted shamelessly.

It made Rumi immediately lower her sword. She was truly shocked.

“I didn’t mean to, but I believe Gwi-Ma forced me to confess about our affair. He must’ve known y/n had hunter blood. And- I sent her to her death”

“I wanted to run away with her. To leave the palace and take my mom and sister as well. They would’ve loved seeing me with y/n. And I wanted to marry her. We talked about it the night before she died” he closed his eyes, showing visible pain at the memory. Rumi genuinely felt bad for him. And certainly some mixed feelings for you. “I confessed in the morning and before sunset, she was already dead”

“I’m sorry. I had no idea…” Rumi offered to say, but Jinu shrugged.

“Of course you wouldn’t know”

They stared in silence for some minutes, only the purring of Derpy could be heard as Jinu patted him in the head.

“Gwi-Ma likes to play in my mind the memory of her cries and sobs as they took her to be executed. She screamed my name, begging for me to save her… And I stood there like a coward”

Rumi sighed and after debating it for a couple of seconds, he patted Jinu’s shoulder.

“And that’s why you’re helping him now? To leave the shame behind and get her back?” The man nodded.

“I could help. But I won’t lose my friend…” Jinu turned to the braided woman and noticed she was threatening him as well as advising him.

“Just help me to make her remember” he pleaded.

Rumi wasn’t convinced but nodded.

…

It wasn’t easy. You hated demons as much as Mira did. You and her were almost done with the choreography of “Takedown” and Zoey said your violent ideas for the lyrics were on fire.

They were singing “How It’s Done” and since you were on break after a little accident, you weren’t part of that song. But soon you’d make your re-appearance with Huntr/x after six months.

You pass by the Saja Boys, and a few steps before making it to the stage, you feel a hand around your wrist.

With a big frown of confusion, you turned to see Jinu.

He was always staring at you and trying to get close to you. And that had never happened to you with a demon.

Your friends finished singing and met you backstage. There was an intermission of 40 seconds before it was your turn. So they look at the scene, shocked to see Jinu approaching so intimately in public.

“Do not touch me again, demon scum” you spat out, yanking away from his touch. And ignoring the electric feeling rushing through your chest.

Mira smiles and raises her brows in surprise at your sudden defiance. After her, you were the toughest, a pure ambivert. But even as you tried to keep a straight face, you couldn’t help but stare at the young man looking at you as his band mates gathered beside him.

Just like Rumi, Mira, and Zoey did with you.

“Easy there, teeny tiny” Romance said smirking at you.

“Just tell your useless leader to stay away from me” you replied firmly, barely eyeing Jinu when you turned around, leaving to wait until you were up to enter the stage.

“Fuck…” you whispered to yourself, feeling stressed out, needing to rip off your choker and gloves.

Rumi came hurriedly to gently stop you, making you frown in confusion.

“Tell me something…” she told you.

“Huh?” Your friend looked worried and she spoke in a rush.

“Are you sure you don’t remember his name? Jinu? Or his face?” Rumi asked with tons of seriousness that made you frown.

“Rumi, what is wrong with you? He’s a demon for heaven’s sake!” You huffed in disbelief, giving her a harsh glance before grabbing your microphone and starting to sing, Mira and Zoey going right after you.

And all the time you were on stage, you wondered why you felt so weird around that demon. You despised his face for some reason, but he never made you feel under attack. The thought of already knowing him popped right after the presentation. You gave him a glance as he and the Saja Boys prepared to sing “Soda Pop”. His eyes met yours and for the first time, curiosity invaded over you.

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yesterday’s blackpink concert was WOW, 100000/10

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Nature + Fiddler

This month's (June) exclusive sticker club artwork. There are a few slots still open!

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jinu and using his fangs to sink into your lip when you two kiss. this man probably hasn't had anyone in the 400 years he's been alive, so to get intimacy after years of being alone makes him have quite the appetite.

sure, he giggles to himself when he thinks about the way you look so flustered and unsure when he leaned in for the first time. the brush of his bottom lip against yours felt like hellfire. gwi-ma be damned, he couldn't help the shudder of want when your breath hitched as he fully pressed his mouth to yours.

he kisses like he's hungry. like he wants to eat you whole down to your very soul. his tongue slithers into your mouth, and the notes of milk tea and sweets come rushing onto your tastebuds. his hands are in your hair, grasping your sides, your waist, squeezing the bath of your thighs when you bend backward too far under his heavy weight.

a string of saliva threads between you two when you break for air. the glow in his eyes is apparent and dangerously staring you down as you two pant into each other's mouths.

then the heat of the moment ends abruptly as he blinks, and the hot flames of neon yellow cool into his pretty brown eye color. his cheeks tint with pink and the tips of his ears burn. this boy loser bonks your forehead against his when he bows before you in sputtering apologies.

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"Just a moment of your time, if you wouldn't mind."

Stella (1920s fashion) (date everything)

[I promise I'm getting better with each one I do. I know a lot of fan works are still kicking off, but I thought I'd give her a more sensual portrait since I haven't seen such yet, nor have I seen much for her.]

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also, Amir doesn't get nearly enough credit for having some of the most romantic lines in the game

"My care, my affection, my love, all that I am, all that I have to give I lay at your feet"

"I am not asking anything from you, offering you my love is easy because it is what was in my heart the moment I caught your reflection. It is yours completely without question. Nothing could be easier than giving you what is already yours."

like, are you guys hearing this???

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So that Date Everything game…

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Final Destination: Your House (CH.4)

CW: reader gets stitches)

The dateable have a house meeting while you and Telly have a chat.

This chapter feels slower paced, oops :,(

I'm thinking about doing a series of more in depth one-shots of the characters making it up to you after I finish this. Would anyone be interested in that?

The dateables are helpless, stuck witnessing you break down over a shattered cup, apologizing to thin air. Daisuke in particular is shaken; it’s his dishware that caused the cuts along your hands, the hands that have cradled his face like he’s made of porcelain, scarred over his own domain.

Abel is next to him, the cut on your forehead sending his gut a-churning. His strong hands shake, finding himself tearing up at the sight of you unconscious on the floor. He sincerely hopes that you fell asleep from exhaustion and not because you have a concussion.

“Let’s get the two of you out of here,” Celia urges, hooking her arms with both Daisuke and Abel, leading them into the living room. She’s rarely seen the two men this shaken up, it’s concerning.

“How can you look at me? I hurt them,” Abel scoffs, ripping his arm away from Celia’s, sitting down on the edge of the couch.

Daisuke joins him, resting his face in his clasped palms, “As did I,” he acknowledges, staring at the floor in shame.

“They broke a cup and accidently cut themselves, that’s different than them knocking their damn head on my corner, me,” Abel argues, running a hand through his hair, jaw tense as he zones out.

“Now, now, this isn’t a competition,” Celia tuts, standing in front of the pair, “It is nobody’s fault that they got hurt. It’s just been a long night for everybody and that’s caused an unfortunate series of events.”

Both of them open their mouths to argue, but Celia holds her hand up, a brow raised in a challenge to defy her, “It is nobody’s fault, the end,” she reiterates firmly, taking on her mayoral tone.

They shut their traps after that, casting each other a sidelong glance, “Sorry, Ms. Mayor,” they echo, leaning back on the couch.

“Apology accepted,” Celia nods, smiling gently as she rejoins the gaggle of people in the kitchen.

Skylar sits next to your head, petting your hair. She feels like an idiot, this is her fault: if she hadn’t suggested everyone leave you alone, you wouldn’t have freaked out the way you did. She has a sneaking suspicion Nightmare has something to do with that.

Hoove cleans up the lingering bits of glass, careful around the bits pressed into your arms. He feels sick vacuuming up the red-stained shards. Tyrell hesitates, zoned in on the small puddle of blood underneath you, and the drying blood on your skin.

“It’s ok, we can just use paper towels,” Betty offers, setting a hand on Tyrell’s arm, turning him away from you.

“No, I want to do it,” he shakes his head, swallowing thickly. He takes a shuddery breath, kneeling down beside you, mopping up the blood.

“We’ll have Farya check them out when they wake up,” Celia announces, standing in the doorway of the kitchen, “There’s not much else we can do, so I suggest we all get a good night’s sleep and I do think a meeting is in order tomorrow morning.”

There’s murmurs of agreements and the large group disperses, leaving Celia, Skylar, and Tyrell.

“Is this my fault?” Skylar asks, her chin trembling as she watches your breathing even out.

“It’s not, Skylar. Nobody is at fault here,” Celia assures, setting a hand on the woman’s back, rubbing circles between her shoulder blades.

“B-but--”

“No buts,” Celia interrupts, helping Skylar stand up, “go get some rest, please. You need it.”

“I’m done here too,” Tyrell announces, wringing out his hands nervously, “I got them as cleaned up as I can.”

“Thank you, Tyrell,” Celia bows her head slightly, walking with Skylar back upstairs.

Tyrell lingers for a moment, stuck on the towel stained with your blood. He has half a mind to throw the towel away, to forget all about tonight, but he doesn’t. He carefully tucks it in his robe pocket, finally heading back to the bathroom.

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You’re bleary when you wake up, head aching, back aching, everything aching. It takes a moment to remember where you are and the events that transpired last night for you to end up on the kitchen floor.

You stand up with a groan, blinking heavily as you head into the living room. The dateviators come to life with an annoyingly happy chirp, bringing another groan from you.

You look around the house, feeling oddly depressed. Despite the rose-tinted shade the glasses always bring, the house feels gloomier with them on, less alive- which is opposite to the vibes they typically provide.

“Sky?” you call out hesitatingly, eyes flitting around until she pops up.

“Hey, honey. How’re you feeling?” she asks nervously, grabbing onto you and looking you up and down.

“Like I hit my head,” you answer sardonically, reaching up to brush over the cut you’re sure is underneath all the caked blood. The cuts on your hands catch your attention and it hits you that you’ll have to face both Abel and Daisuke eventually.

“Right, right, let's go see Farya,” she says, dragging you along with her to the bathroom.

Nobody greets you in their typical fashion: Johnny is completely quiet, Amir avoids your gaze, and Tyrell is nowhere to be seen. You really did fuck up.

“Good morning,” Farya greets the two of you, taking you from Skylar, having you sit on the counter, “I heard about your bump, I’m going to make sure you don’t have a concussion first, alright?”

The lack of excitement from Farya is off-putting, she’s usually so excited to treat you for any sort of injury. She goes through her routine, checking for any injuries that aren’t surface level, then patching you up. You ended up with a couple stitches on your forehead, but all of the cuts from the glass were superficial thankfully, and no concussion, so not the worst possible turnout.

Your heart palpitates in your chest when you go to leave the bathroom. There’s so many people in the house that are harboring negative feelings towards you; they all hate you. You’re too inconsiderate, at least in the bathroom, there’s only a handful of people to disappoint.

“Hey, you with me?” Skylar asks, setting a hand on your arm, pulling you out of your trance.

“Yeah, sorry. I’m still tired,” you tell her, smiling softly to add to your assurance.

You force one foot in front of the other, making sure to keep your steps light. You end up upstairs in the workout room, the furthest you can get from anybody. The room feels empty in spite of the fact that there’s several people residing in this room.

“How is my favorite spectator?” Telly asks in his booming announcer voice, striking a pose as he always does.

You crack a weak smile, at least somebody is acting normally, “I’m…” you trail off, wanting to lie and say you’re fine, but you’re not and you really want to talk to somebody, “I feel like shit,” you admit, lightly tracing your fingers over the stitches in your forehead.

“Ah, well, you wanna watch something? I’ve got 15’000 ways to cheer you up,” they say, plopping down on the floor next to you, knocking their shoulder against yours, “Or we could talk it out, your choice, my fine as wine viewer.”

“Can we talk?” you request, bumping your shoulder against his in return, then resting your head on their shoulder.

“Talk away,” he confirms, wrapping his arm around you and planting a kiss to the crown of your head.

You sigh, leaning into his side, unsure how to start unloading everything, “It’s just… Everybody has been acting weird around me- except for you. Which I really appreciate,” you start, adjusting, so that you’re resting your head on their lap, looking up at the ceiling.

“I could never abandon you, bae,” he laughs, brushing a hand through your hair. It catches on a tangle, making you wince, “My bad.”

“It’s ok,” you exhale deeply, tracing patterns in the popcorn of the ceiling, “Did I do something to make everyone upset? ‘Cause I don’t know what happened. Everybody seemed fine at movie night and then suddenly it was like they all hated me,” you ask, tearing up at the thought of you unwittingly having done something to make such a drastic switch happen.

“Maybe they thought you picked a bad movie,” he jokes, giving your hair a light tug. They hate that you’re beating yourself up over something that isn’t your fault.

“That’s what I said!” you laugh, swatting at his hand when he pulls your hair.

It falls into a comfortable silence after that, minus the soft, staticky hum that always seems to be around with Telly. It’s nice; it’s normal.

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The dateable are all gathered in the kitchen, a range of expressions painting everybody’s face. Nobody is happy, though. That’s for sure.

“We all know why we’re here this morning,” Celia announces, standing at the head of the kitchen, “A lot of us saw what happened last night, and if you didn’t I’m sure you’ve heard by now,” word travels fast in this house, there’s almost no secrets between anybody.

Abel and Daisuke squirm in their spots, unwilling to meet anyone’s eyes. Even though Mayor Celia told them it wasn’t their fault, they both still feel guilty. Several others are antsy too, guilt radiating off each of them.

“This behavior needs to stop. I’m aware after watching that documentary everybody is worried about our human, but it seems avoiding them is very obviously not helping,” Celia states, looking over each and every one of them.

“But we saw what happened last night, one wrong move and they could’ve ended up in a much worse state,” Chairemi pipes up, chewing nervously on her nails.

“Please, don’t think like that. If we constantly think about the ‘could ofs’ and ‘what ifs,’ everything will fall apart,” Celia counters, exhaling deeply through her nose, “Our behavior is harming the human and is causing rifts amongst ourselves. I’ve already seen multiple fights being broken up.”

Abel and Dante glance at each other, as well as Tony and Eddie, sheepishly rubbing the back of their necks.

“Now, if anybody has any idea on how to make this up to the human, I’m open to suggestions,” Celia gestures around the room before clasping her hands behind her back.

Ideas are bounced off the walls, half-thought out apologies and gestures suggested. It’s not a lot, but it’s a start. Everything is going to be fine. They’ll fix this.

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“𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚖, 𝚊𝚣𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚖. 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎?”

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

(Sketches and closeups under cut)

HEYY FELLOW AMIR LIKERS, COME GET YO FOOD!!!!!!

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chat j CANT

Amir calls MC Eshgham, which translates to My Love in Farsi/Persian

SOBBING I LOVE HIM SM

AMIR MY BELOVED

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Mirror, Mirror, on the wall– truly the FINEST of them all

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quick doodles to welcome natlan 💋

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Isn't he just dreamy!!

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it is july 4th.