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Pick up artist - literal

Huntrix & Saja Boys x Bodyguard! Readers (fem & male separate)

A/N: been a while for bodyguard reader - have some crumbs !

CW: not proofread, fluff, minor crackfic

Male bodyguard! Reader x Huntrix & Saja Boys

The last time you had picked up Rumi was probably back in high school if you tried to recall correctly, you don’t really remember why exactly but you do vaguely remember it had something to do with her calling you a weak loser as a joke so you had tossed her over your shoulder and carried her home.

She was complaining the entire time and smacking at your back but you just simply couldn’t hear her, the wind was just too loud.

So when she’s making a particularly snarky comment at you and trying to tease you about a cute fan that was totally checking you out? You simply pick her up by the waist and toss her over your shoulder like she weighed nothing.

“You cannot- LET ME GO!” She’s half shouting, half laughing in disbelief as she repeatedly punches at your back but she can’t use her full strength with the small crowd of stage hands in the vicinity.

It was unprofessional of you to be doing this but - it was also known public information that you two were essentially family, so it wasn’t that off putting.

“Huh, the wind is so annoying today.” You comment off handedly, hand firm on her back so she’s stuck on your shoulder and you just keep turning your head side to side like you’re looking for something. “God, it feels like some pesky little bug is tickling my back, how weird.”

“Ugh, I hate you.” Rumi grumbles as she finally goes limp and just lets herself hang over your shoulder.

There were a lot of staff members who shared stories online, about seeing Rumi letting loose a little and show-casing her less, professional persona.

You don’t normally have to pick up Mira, but on the rare occasion an unsafe flash mob might happen? Yeah, you’re picking her up without any second thoughts.

“Hey-” You barely manage to get out as you scoop her up into a bridal carry, mindful of her skirt so she wasn’t flashing any fans as you bolt.

“Woah- WOAH! Hey, what gives-” She’s tense in your arms, unable to fathom what the hell it was you were doing until she catches sight of the bumbling fans that were steadily gathering around - then it clicked. She groans, body finally going limp as she just allows you to carry her.

“Told you that your hair gives you away every time.” You puff out the comment between light breaths, steadily slowing your pace down before stopping altogether and carefully placing her back down on the ground.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever dad.” She rolls her eyes at you, crossing her arms in feigned annoyance but the quirk of her lips is giving her away.

“Watch it, don’t get sassy with the guy that stocks your ramyeon.”

“You wouldn’t-”

“I would.”

She gives you a horrified look as you smirk at her.

Everyone’s used to you picking up Zoey, Zoey is used to you picking up Zoey. Because she always wants piggy backs, she always wants hugs, she’s so overly affectionate that it could give you a tooth ache from how sweet she was.

It’s gotten to a point that occasionally if you’re up early and making food, if she’s the first to wake up she’ll just come and cling onto you from behind - which causes issues if you need to move around the kitchen. So you pick her up, one hand on the back of her thigh as you lift her and get her to wrap her legs around your waist - like when a mum carries her toddler on her hip.

She’s small, light enough that its not a major problem but sometimes you wonder if maybe you’re spoiling her too much as she gleefully cheers at being picked up.

“I gotta stop indulging you..” You mumble as you flip over a pancake lazily, being careful to not let any hot batter splash out onto Zoey.

“Orrrr.. you can keep spoiling me and I won’t tell anyone.” She offers up, one arm hooked around your shoulders and the back of your neck as she emphasises her point with her free hand.

You chuckle, roll your eyes at her and readjust your arm so that you’re supporting her lower back rather than her thigh as her legs cling tighter - then you sigh as she moves both her hands to your face and squishes your face, making your lips pucker slightly like a fish.

“Zoey you’re super cool and the absolutely best.” She attempts to mimic your voice, using her hands to slightly open and close your mouth as she does it and you just stare blankly at her as you finish up cooking the last pancake.

“..uh huh..”

“And you’re so tall Zoey, wow you grew another centimetre-”

“Zoey.”

“…hehe?”

You’re out on a walk with Jinu, just one of those late nights where neither of you could really sleep so when he sent the ‘you up?’ text - you had agreed to sneak out and catch up. It was nice, just idly chatting to one another as you strolled around a quiet neighbourhood.

You’re laughing about something stupid Jinu said, not even sure what he actually said when he suddenly trips over and you instinctively reach out and catch him by the waist.

“Woah, for an idol you sure have shit coordination.” You joke as you steady him, laughing a little at the way he looks like 7 years of his life had just been taken from him.

“Good thing I’ve got you here, right?” Jinu tries to joke back, but then you pause and look at him - sly smile with a brow raised.

“Woah, woah, what’s with the look?” He elbows your side lightly.

“Dunno, didn’t expect the, y’know, evil demon to be so reliant on lil ol’ me.” You shrug as you say it, stuffing your hands in your pockets as you meet his eye again. He blinks once at you, then rolls his eyes as he starts walking ahead again.

“You’re not a very reliable demon hunter anyway, you let me run around free and all-” Jinu doesn’t get to keep going with whatever bullshit he’s spewing when he’s lifted off of the ground suddenly.

Your arm is wrapped around his waist and then you twist, a makeshift bridal carry as you grin at him.

“Caught you.”

He really hopes you don’t catch the way his heart is beating out of control right now.

Often enough you’d be at the gym with Abby, either for your weekly run in or for a scheduled gym junkie session so you could have a buddy to spot you - and to hype you up as well.

“I could definitely lift you.” You suddenly blurt out during your short 10 minute break.

“No shot.” He denies it, but the face he made was telling you ‘prove it’.

Which leads you to now holding Abby up like a bulky princess, the both of you still sheening with sweat from your workout as you attempt to carefully do a couple of squats with him in your arms. A couple of regulars are looking at you, one of them even letting out a cheer when you succeed in a few low squats.

“Damn.. I was hoping you’d crumble.” Abby sighs dramatically, giving you a firm pat on the back as you raise up from your fourth deep squat with him in your arms.

“If you wanted me to make me weak in the knees, you gotta try harder.” You joke through a few puffs of air before lowering your body again and letting his feet touch the ground once again.

“Aye- that a challenge?” He raises a brow at you with a wide grin and you laugh as you jokingly jab at his side.

“Not out in public, gosh.”

He just laughs.

“Hey, you alright?” Your voice is soft when you ask Mystery the question, catching him spacing out again in some secluded corner back stage. You can’t help the frown that rests on your face because this has been happening more and more frequently whenever you’ve come across the Saja Boys in the last few events.

Mystery doesn’t respond to you, and it’s like his feet are cemented to the spot even as you try to lead him away. So with a soft sigh and a rub to the back of your nape, you shrug and opt to pick him up.

You power your body as you do it, so you can sweep Mystery clean off of his feet and carefully tuck him to your chest - letting his head rest on your shoulder and as one arm hooks under his knee while the other wraps around his torso. He still hasn’t said anything, no reaction at all as he continues to dissociate.

“I got you Myst..” You mumble quietly as you carry him off to their dressing room.

The others are used to this by now, used to you showing up with Mystery but not in this fashion so they just watch you as you gently place Mystery on the couch in their room and give a stiff nod to you as you wave a goodbye to them before heading back to your post.

You don’t know that by the time Mystery came back to his senses, he could still feel your warmth on his body and could barely hide the small smile on his face at the familiarity of it.

“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.” Romance cries out dramatically, a hand to his head as the other rests on his chest as he ‘weeps’ openly. You snort.

“Oh nooo.. what happened?” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm, but the smile on your face is betraying every word as you look down at Romance sprawled on the ground in the back halls of the award show.

He opens an eye, looking up at you before he opens both of his eyes to bat his lashes up at you - cheeky grin on his face.

“Just fell for your irresistible charms.” It’s cheesy, it’s corny, but it’s just one of those things Romance always says when he wants to play around and push your buttons.

“Is he really at it again..?” “Haha, he’s always doing that.” “I respect the commitment.”

Came the whispered comments and soft laughter from passing idols as they bow at you two on their way by, it should be embarrassing how well known Romance had become with the idol crowd behind the scenes for all his attempts at ‘courting’ you but it was always entertaining to watch.

“Alright princess, let’s go.” You sigh - overexaggerating it for drama as you lift him up by his arm pits and place him back onto his feet.

“At least carry me like one-” He’s cut off when you do exactly that.

“Happy?” You ask, smiling at him as you casually start walking down the hallway. Romance is unable to answer you with anything aside from a nervous chuckle.

“Alright, move your ass.” You state in annoyance as you life Baby up with an arm wrapping around his waist and simply lift - his back flush against your chest as you scoot him out of the way.

“You’re not even gonna carry me like a pretty princess?” He asks sarcastically, body limp as he lets you move him out of the way where he had actively been trying to annoy you in front of a line of fans.

You don’t answer him, just narrow your eyes in warning to stay out of the way so he doesn’t cause any issues as you return to your post. He’d already made impatient fans bump and nudge at each other just to get a glimpse of him which was never an ideal scenario right before an event.

But he walks over again and keeps trying to hang off of you.

You sigh, fatigue kicking in already as you just give up and let him climb up onto your back.

“Seriously?”

“Yup.”

“Will you stop messing around if I carry you?”

“Maybe.”

You groan as one of your hands instinctively latches onto the underside of his thigh to make sure he’s secure on your back.

Female bodyguard! Reader x Saja Boys

“You need a break.” You comment as you take note of Jinu’s heavy eye lids and eye bags.

“I’m good, I’m fine. We’re good.” He rambles to you, giving a thumbs up to emphasise his point but he’s already rubbing at his eyes with the hilt of his palm like he was willing away the exhaustion.

You check your watch, briefly run over the schedule in your head and decide on the spot what to do. You lift him. You pick Jinu up in a make shift bridal carry that wakes him up enough to sputter at you and question what you’re doing but you just click your tongue at him, narrowing your eyes in warning as you return him to the idols’ green room and toss him onto one of the couches.

“Rest, I’ll look out for the boys.” You pat his head once and simply walk away.

He can’t help the way he laughs under his breath, blinking a few times and can’t help but let his body relax into the surprisingly soft couch. The quiet of the room was complimented nicely by the distant murmuring of idols in the distance as they busied themselves with recording dance challenges and chattering.

“You want.. uppies?” You ask quizzically as you stare at Abby, who’s currently standing in front of you as you’re sat on the couch in the Saja Boys’ apartment.

“Yes.” He beams at you, ignoring the way the other boys that are slowly waking up from their naps are glaring at him for his voice being a notch too loud.

You laugh a little, just a short little breathless laugh as you get to your feet and crouch slightly to see how Abby would like his ‘uppies’. But it’s not what you expect when he lays himself over your shoulders like some kind of humanoid scarf.

“Uppies.” He says again as he barks out a laugh and you roll your eyes as you steadily lift him up into the air.

His laughter is infectious, it makes you twirl once one way and when he laughs even louder you twirl back in the opposing direction before you’re crouching back down to let his feet touch the ground again. For such a large man he really did act like a child when he got too excited.

“Thank you!” He cheers as he straightens himself up, his head a little dizzy from the sudden spinning but he gives you a big bear hug in gratitude before he runs off to his room.

Truly, way too energetic for his size.

“Myst, I can’t right now.” Your tone is apologetic as you have to gently push Mystery to sit down on his chair, having struggled to get any sustainable work done with organising guards and ensuring safety protocols with him following you around for the past half hour.

“It’s for your safety and for the fans, okay?” You try to reason with him but you feel bad with the way he just slightly frowns at you, visibly deflating as your attention is taken from him once again when you’re flagged down by another staff member.

You don’t have time to keep talking to him as you rush off to make sure everything is sorted, that there’s no fans trying to sneak into the building or anyone carrying something that could be dangerous. Just general checks to make sure things were okay before the impromptu fan signing event could begin.

By the time you finish your rounds and return back to where Mystery is sat, he’s still in his spot, still moping, and you feel terrible. You sigh, small smile on your face as you shake your head at what you’re about to do but you have to.

You walk up to him, see his head tilt towards you ever so slightly to signal he knows you’re there but he’s still upset but it doesn’t matter when you scoop him up into a tight hug - lifting him square off his seat and off of the ground as you do it.

“Heh..” Mystery’s soft laugh catches your ear and you can’t help but spin in a circle once before settling him back down onto his feet.

Mystery was no longer mopey with that one act.

Romance is in the middle of taunting the Huntrix girls, about what? No clue. He just likes to rile them up and then bat his eyelashes at them because none of them can hit him when attending these mini idol award shows. It’s a win-win.

He just doesn’t know what to do when you walk up and lift him up by his hips and toss him over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“So sorry girls, need this one for something.” You smile, bowing ever so slightly and even pat Romance on his ass once when you say ‘this one’.

He tries to play it off, when you turn around and he’s awkwardly face to face with them - he bids them goodbye with that silly little finger twiddle of a wave he does when he wants to get under their skin.

“So what did our lovely strong guard need of me?” He asks, relaxing on your shoulder as a hand reaches up to gently neaten up a few hairs on the back of your head that seemed out of place.

“Nothing,” You start and he turns his head curiously, struggling to see your face from his position on your shoulder.

“Wait what-” He laughs, gobsmacked. You shrug which causes his body to jostle slightly and he lets out a ‘eUGH-’ as he tries to catch himself.

“Just didn’t want the girls to beat you up too bad.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Sure bud.”

“Tired?” You ask as you feel Baby’s forehead bumping into your back as you’re reading through papers that had been given to you back stage.

He doesn’t reply, just keeps his head pressed against your back before sliding up to rest his chin on your shoulder and steadily leans more of his weight into your body. You laugh, soft and breathy as you neaten up the stack of papers in your hand and place it down on stray ladder to your left.

You turn, his head never leaving your shoulder and you lift him up by the back of his thighs until he’s wrapped around you like a koala as you carry him away and towards their dressing room.

“You could just ask to be carried, there’s no shame in it.” You comment playfully, adjusting your grip so one is supporting his weight from under his leg and the other gently pats at his upper back.

“..thanks mum..” He mumbles into your neck as he just lets his eyes fall shut. Your grip on him tightens slightly at the gratitude.

“Of course, Baby.”

#kpop demon hunters x reader #saja boys x reader #kpdh x reader #huntrix x reader #jinu x reader #baby saja x reader #bodyguard!reader #abs saja x reader #mystery x reader #romance x reader #fluff #rumi x reader #mira x reader #zoey x reader #bodyguard! reader

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binmeister · 2 days ago

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Could you do a Motherly!Manager!Reader? Just picture it: a middle-aged woman who has to take care of five demonic brats. And if Reader ever finds out that they are, in fact, actually demons. I can imagine her saying, “I’ve seen all kinds of shit, this is nothing.” Feel free to change anything.

Saja Boys x Manager! Reader (middle-aged mother figure)

A/N: me personally, would be a terrible mother to real children. fictionally though? hell yeah. bit of a shorter drabble i’m kinda in a slump lately oops - this is not part of the Thanks, Mum rendition of things but some of it technically could be

CW: not proofread, fluff, platonic dynamics, crackfic, fem! reader weeee

You didn’t have children but you had plenty of niblings. Nieces and nephews that you would consider your own blood-related babies based on how frequently you babysat for friends or had live-in nanny situations with, so you’ve had your fair share of terrible twos, irrational meltdowns, vomit and poop-splosive accidents. The lot.

So demons?

Pft, you’ve run on an hour of sleep with crying babies. This is nothing.

“..so you’re like, not scared?” Jinu is confused to say the least. Maybe half a year now into you being their manager he felt like it only made sense that you should know, considering how they simply wouldn’t function if you weren’t around anymore.

“You’re acting like I didn’t manage to enforce scheduled naptime on you boys a week into the job.” You retort, offense on your face as you kindly remind the groups’ leader of that factor.

You had a point though.

It only took you a week of being around the boys before you understood their ticks, the little things that tucker them out quickly, their favourite snacks. Nearly everything, but not quite everything. Just enough to be able to tweak their schedule so that they could breathe a little easier, enough so that you knew what snacks to pack for them for longer shoots, enough so you knew their preferred method of comfort.

It wasn’t particularly professional of you to be comforting your idols and technical employers but, you were a mother first, manager second. Even if you didn’t necessarily have kids of your own yet, the boys were now your kids until your contract was up.

“So we’re- we’re good?” He asks you, sheepish grin on his face as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“We’re fine, now go on - you’re gonna be tired if you don’t rest.” You simply reply as you pat his head and shoo him to go nap with the others.

The information changed absolutely nothing in how you interacted with them other than you were more willing to be a little heavy handed if you had to discipline the more reckless ones. Patching up their bumps and bruises with a little more force than needed occasionally because if they weren’t going to listen to you, you might as well remind them who is patching them up.

“How come you’re so like, unbothered, by the stuff we do?” Romance had asked as you finished up patching up his scraped knee, one that he got from getting thrown mid-way into a tussle between Abby and Mystery.

“Honey.. I’ve had actual babies projectile vomit on me because they giggled a little too hard.” You sigh as you remember the memory, shaking your head with a smile, “Trust me, when you’ve dealt with enough poopy diapers and screaming toddlers - you get used to these kinda things.”

“Besides,” You pause as you look over at Abby currently face first on the rug in the living room, Mystery and Baby perched on his back in victory. “Kids bite harder than any of you do.”

Honestly the only main change with you knowing they’re demons now is that whenever you would stop by to discuss scheduling and ensure everything is well maintained, they’d just be lounging around in their regular demon forms. Which again - truly didn’t mean anything to you when you’ve been woken up by a toddler that was adamant they were going to perform surgery on you with lego bricks and plastic toy cutlery.

“Mystery, what’d I say about biting?” You call out without even turning away from your spot at the dining table, laptop in front of you as you finish marking up next weeks schedule with Jinu.

“..it’s not polite to bite.” Mystery murmurs quietly as he backs off from where he was about to dive onto Baby and bite the living shit out of the lankier individual - tusks and all.

You hum in approval at his response.

Not even 10 minutes goes by before other demonic children decide they want to do something they shouldn’t.

You pause for a moment, a deep and frustrated sigh escaping you as you turn your head finally to address the lighting change in the room.

“Hey! What’d I say about levitating in the living room?” You bark at Romance and Abby as they are actively floating in the air and slowly ascending closer and closer to the extremely expensive lighting fixture in the living area.

They freeze, sparing a glance at each other as they both awkwardly start to descend to the ground like they weren’t doing something they shouldn’t be. You narrow your eyes at them and they descend faster with mumbled ‘sorry’s.

“Just because you’re being quiet, doesn’t mean that I don’t know what you’re up to.” You warn them once and snap your laptop shut, directing your stare at Jinu who was currently snickering to himself. “It applies to you as well.”

Tch, they really were just children.

#kpop demon hunters x reader #kpdh x reader #saja boys x reader #jinu x reader #abs saja x reader #baby saja x reader #mystery x reader #romance x reader

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binmeister · 3 days ago

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if i dont respond to your prompt, do not fear

i probably read it and noted it down - now it's waiting for my brain juices to actually want to conjure up the mental image bc i've scrapped a side like 5 times today and just ended up doing art instead

maybe i need to write angst to reset the neurons..

#bin yaps

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binmeister · 3 days ago

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bin i lowkey forgot to ask but do u wanna be moots

say less we are now hombres my beautiful breastie

#bin yaps #jj <33

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binmeister · 4 days ago

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Readertopsjinu-

WHO SAID THAT?!? WHO!!??? SHOW YOURSELF!! *looking around*

(crack,fluff all the good stuff):)

..are you.. are you a discord mod.. how did you hear about me and @pichichuu's conversation..?

there are notes for this is all i'm saying.

will not confirm or deny the content within it but it exists in my notes, if it sees the light of day,,,,, its going to the other blog to be safe 🙂‍↕️

#bin yaps

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binmeister · 4 days ago

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just a crack idea with a pinch of suggestiveness- maybe the boys being typical cockblocking kids when papa jinu and mama reader always try to get their freak on? LMAOOO IM SORRY ITS SO CURSED 😭

like anytime they get all cuddly and kissy and all of a sudden one of the boys appear as if they can SENSE that shit every MF TIMEE 😔🙏 💔

Thanks, mum - Alt. 2 - Jinu x Fem! Reader

Saja Boys x Fem! Reader | Jinu x Fem! Reader

Certified cockblockers.

A/N: Tried to keep this primarily pretty clean but I dont really know what people would consider too much or not, so proceed with caution - strayed from the direct prompt a lil bit but hope this works !

CW: suggestive content - still humour based, Jinu can’t get alone time with you because the guys are naturally occurring birth control, not proofread

Dating Jinu made no major difference on your dynamic with the other boys, whether or not that was a good or bad thing wasn’t a concern at the time. But now it’s starting to build up.

It was like a comedic trope in some k-drama, where the romantic leads are always interrupted in some shape or form - intentional or not is something neither of you could figure out.

Small things like someone always needing assistance with something when the two of you are cuddling. Not a big deal, it happened all the time even before the two of you officially got together.

But it just kept happening.

Like some ungodly clockwork and repeated time loop that neither of you could escape from.

The first week that these odd interruptions kept happening, Jinu and you were none the wiser. Jinu was able to sneak some time with you here and there, but it was gnawing at him that it felt like the time was getting shorter.

Like some unknown force, or rather known forces, were purposely cutting into every moment he had alone with you.

Which was absolutely true, because Romance and Baby had been purposefully meddling in your alone time together just for the love of the game. Eventually Baby was able to drag the other two trouble makers into messing with your guys’ time as well just to get under Jinu’s skin, for no real reason honestly - it was mostly just for fun.

Well Baby did potentially want to profit from the situation if he could get Jinu to crumble fast enough.

It was a slow build up - time that you spent with the guys as a group was steadily getting drawn out longer than normal. They utilised Mystery against you, having him ask you to stay just a bit longer each night or even Abby would use his puppy eyes and a softer voice that he knows has you folding. It worked though, unfortunately too well for Jinu’s liking but time spent with the group couldn’t be all that bad - right?

One night Mystery requests something innocently.

“Sleep over?” Mystery asks you, the movie playing on the TV in the living room was about to end but everyone was sprawled out in various places on the couch and rugged floor.

“We should go to bed-” You try to start, sitting up as Jinu slowly starts to get up as well - but Mystery makes you pause in your decision.

“It’s been a while though, would be nice..” He sounds sad as he says it and you feel terrible because it had been a while - a while being maybe a week, but a while is a while.

“I.. well I guess it should be fine.” Your resolve crumbles and Jinu tries not to laugh, the two of you simply cuddle up close to each other on the couch.

That moment of time together is quickly cut short when Baby moves from his spot on the couch to drape himself on top of the both of you, head on your chest as he looks at Jinu with a tired look and quirks the smallest of smiles - really selling the tired facade. He ruffles Baby’s hair, not thinking twice about it as he just tries to shuffle as close as he can to you despite one of Baby’s limbs separating the two of you.

You’re already dozing off from the heat of their combined bodies that you don’t catch the way Mystery is snickering to Romance.

Then another night it was Abby’s turn.

“One more game?” Abby asks as he hands you back the joy-con that you gave him, you try to protest but then he lowers his voice - puts on the puppy eyes and asks gently, “..please? Just one more.”

And you concede.

Sighing as you take back the joy-con and sit back on the couch much to Jinu’s dismay as he sits back down next to you. He tries to hide his disappointment, tries to give you a reassuring smile when you look at him apologetically and he just lazily wraps an arm around you as you’re forced into another 4-race round with the boys.

He misses the victorious smirk on Abby’s face.

Just so many small instances that started to drag out dinners, grocery trips, ‘family’ outings - everything that was done as one big unit was steadily taking longer each time. Jinu understood that it could be a comfort thing, maybe the two of you had started to drift from the guys without knowing and he’d feel terrible about it.

Except by the second week he realised they had essentially cut his alone time with you by 70%.

He’s actually starting to regret what he said that must’ve started this whole debacle because he’s starting to lose his mind. Every time he thinks he has you to himself, someone comes knocking on the door before either of you could really escalate anything and you’re quick to push him off of you so you can answer whoever’s there.

He hates that they could hear everything even from across the house, it meant even the slightest hitch of your or his breath would alert them and make any of the guys come running to break things up. It’s not even that you two were that active in the first place, but it’s getting frustrating nonetheless.

So the next morning when he finally catches you alone in the kitchen? He’s trying to squeeze as much attention as he can from you before it’s inevitably taken again.

“Woah, eager much?” You’re joking as you say it, feeling him come up behind you and bury his face into the crook of your neck only to pepper kiss after kiss into the skin exposed there as he wraps his arms around your waist tightly.

“No time.” He mumbles into your ear before he lifts a hand up to tilt your head backward to him, pressing his lips against yours rapidly and trying to get as many kisses as he could possibly get - given whatever time limit he had in his head.

“I-In the kitchen though?” You barely manage to ask in between each needy kiss that Jinu takes, he sighs a little like he’s finally had a his fill of something that he’s been craving for weeks - which wasn’t too far off from the truth.

“Yup.” He replies simply, then he presses one last drawn out kiss to your mouth before finally just dropping his head on your shoulder.

His breathing is a little shaky, ragged even, and he can’t hide the heat radiating off his face and ears that you can feel through your shirt. You laugh, bring up a hand to ruffle his hair and he grumbles a joking complaint.

You don’t even get a chance to check in with him when the familiar booming voice of Abby and Romance echoes from their hallway. You shake your head, amused and just let Jinu cling onto you as he steadily calms down.

“Oohh! How scandalous!” Romance squeals like a Victorian woman, dramatically gasping and raising his hands to his mouth in shock when he rounds the corner just to see you wrapped up in Jinu’s arms. He knows what happened, he may be stupid but he’s also Romance, of course he knows.

“Morning.” Abby beams at the two of you, eyes quickly glancing from your face to the top of Jinu’s head and then he starts waggling his brows. “Sooo… we gettin’ a nibling?”

“Never happening if you keep cock blocking me..” Jinu mumbles the comment into your shoulder, but both of them had heard it loud and clear with their demonic ears.

The evil grins on their faces should’ve told him all he needed to know but he missed it as he finally got to steal some affection from you.

By the third week Jinu tries to convince himself it’s no biggie, he’ll be able to hold out until they get bored of whatever game they’re playing. But then they’re meddling every time he tries to kiss you, whether it was on the lips or just a quick peck on the temple or cheek - he couldn’t land a single, damn, one on you.

He’s not even able to hug you for more than a minute before someone’s coming to whisk you away for something ‘important’. He’s already fraying at the edges because it’s nearly been a week since he last kissed you or even held your hand - which is crazy.

“Okay, okay, what do you guys want.” It’s not a question, it’s a distressed demand as he talks to the guys in their dressing room whilst you’re off busying yourself with networking with other idol managers.

Abby shrugs at Jinu when they make eye contact, “What do you mean pops?”

“I’ve been pretty satisfied lately, dunno about you guys.” Romance casually comments, examining his nails with disinterest as he flashes Jinu a friendly smile.

“Dunno what you’re talking bout, dad.” Baby says, smug smile on his face as he scrolls on his phone with his arm tossed over the back of his chair.

Jinu is tense, he’s trying so hard not to lose his cool because he doesn’t want to let on how frustrated he had been for the past week and a half on top of not being able to touch you at all - but he’s struggling.

“You okay?” Mystery asks, genuinely curious even though he had been messing with Jinu just as much as the others had been.

“Just.. peachy..” He says through gritted teeth, the air in the room seems to get colder by a couple of notches and Abby pauses when he catches the dangerous flash of gold in Jinu’s eyes.

Maybe they had gone a little too far..

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binmeister · 4 days ago

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hi ur work is so good im obsessed oh em gee... do take care of urself :3

thank you! and dw i'm chilling mostly, throwing myself into different fic ideas to keep the brain juices functional

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binmeister · 5 days ago

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Thanks, mum - Sides 4-6

Saja Boys x Fem! Reader

Noise, safe haven, baking

A/N: still hoarding prompts so if you have any you want to throw my way inbox is still open / comment on this post in case it gets lost !

Safe haven inspired by @ghostiehatesithere's prompt

AO3 ver here - « prev | next »

CW: crackfic, fluff, plotless fluff, plotless crackfic, not proofread

The boys are, a fascinating thing to live with. To put it simply they were odd, to put it nicely they were.. special.

A lot of different quirks and habits that you had to sort through to live in a shared space.

But the main thing that was rough to navigate at first was just the noise. It became comforting over time how lived in the space felt, but there were just some noises that stood out.

Mystery was pretty quiet, normally soft spoken when he did talk and he was always mindful of himself when he could be. But sometimes he just, screams. Randomly. Abruptly.

Like a husky that remembered they’re actually part firefighter siren.

And then he just shuts up again without saying anything.

The first few times that happened it made your heart jump because you didn’t expect it and then when you asked him why he did it?

“I don’t know, just felt like it.” As he shrugged it off like he didn’t just let out an abrupt piercing scream.

Abby had looked at you that day and just gave you an ��okay’ sign with his hand and nodded, “He does that sometimes, I think it’s so he remembers he’s alive but I could be wrong.”

Now you’ve lived with it long enough that you get worried when it’s been a few days and he hasn’t screamed, but then like clockwork it happens abruptly and you’re reassured.

Abby? He’s either very loud or very quiet and there has been absolutely no in between.

Either he talks loud and laughs loud, or he talks lower, a little softer as he cuddles up to you and the others.

But he also grunts a lot. Or groans. Grunts and groans like an aching old man because of course he’s always exercising, needing that sweet dopamine that the excess movement gives him.

You could wake up at 4am and go to scrounge for a late night snack and accidentally stumble across Abby as he’s decided to work out in the living room, near tripping over his body because he’s doing push ups and he simply grunts a greeting at you. As if it’s perfectly normal.

“Abby.. hun.” You manage to sleepily call out one night that it happens again.

“Yeah..?” He huffs as he sits up and listens to you.

“..can you please stop working out in front of my stairs.” You instinctively reach out and pat his sweaty head, leaning down enough to press a kiss to his sweat slick temple even though it’s a little gross.

“I’ll try.” He grins at you, unapologetically honest about the fact that he will at least try to remember to stop doing it so close to your stairwell.

Baby was similar to Mystery in the way they were on the quieter side, but you just knew he existed. Extremely cat coded.

Baby was selective on who he was vocal towards, he could be talkative at times and he definitely liked to instigate arguments or debates just to watch the chaos unfold as he sits back and listens to it all.

But something the other guys didn’t know about him is he was a real and certified whiney bastard.

He was needy in ways none of them could fathom because Baby never needed them like he needed you, yes he was affectionate and clung onto the guys but it’s different. He likes you. In whatever way you want to accept that information.

It didn’t matter how many times you’ve kicked him out of your bed, he always ends up back in it another time because he just enjoys your space with you in it. And every single time you kick him out? He whines. Pathetic. Needy.

Which lets him get the affection he craves for every single time as your cuteness aggression kicks in and your brain short circuits as you spoil him with kisses and aggression induced bites.

Romance was similar to Abby, either he was loud or he was quiet - an in between never existed for either of these two.

Romance’s presence is soft, not overwhelming in any regard - crafted delicately.

But he’s also an absolute idiot.

The most common noise you hear from Romance is a distressed yelp as he pushes one too many of Mystery’s buttons and gets punished for it. Every. Single. Time.

“Sweetheart, you know he doesn’t like that why do you keep doing it?” You sigh after having to fix up the same stupid bruise Romance gets every time he riles Mystery up.

“Because there’s still a chance he does something differently.” Romance says simply, a charming smile accompanying it.

Followed by the exact same song and dance the next day, then a couple days after that, then a few more after that- you get the cycle.

Jinu? Your sweet ‘husband’ and loser core failure of a co parent? He’s silly.

Has a silly little giggle when he does something he shouldn’t, sings a lot to himself, always lets out dramatic noises when he slips or trips.

It’s more common than not to suddenly hear Jinu let out a string of strange gibberish when he inevitably stubs his toe on a piece of furniture, or a loud grunt when Derpy sits his big fuzzy ass on Jinu’s chest, or hear delighted laughter from Jinu as he successfully teaches Derpy a new trick.

He’s expressive, openly, and it’s so endearing to see.

You’re not innocent either when it comes to making noises, nope, not one bit.

From frustrated grumbles when customer service or a business call takes an annoying detour for no reason, to soft sad complaints when your favourite shampoo or perfume or deodorant runs out, to squeals of joy when any of the boys do something that activates your cuteness aggression.

You’re just as noisy as any of them are, and it’s perfect in your little family.

You had caught it early on, when you first moved in with the Saja Boys. There were areas in the apartment that they always strayed from, like they were scared of what was there.

The first room in the house was an example of it, unused, furniture untouched. Like they were scared to ever step foot in it.

Originally they never went to the wing that eventually became yours, only once you’d settled down was when they finally seemed brave enough to enter the space.

You didn’t know why, didn’t feel like it was your place to pry - but you saw the small inkling of fear when they’d near the stairwell. You still remember the day Abby had given you a tour, the way he seemed to stiffen when you asked about certain areas of the penthouse or even the way there was a brief flash of fear when he took you up to your eventual abode.

It wasn’t like the place was haunted, you badgered Jinu a million times because you did NOT want to deal with ghosts on top of demons - you were in the clear there. It was just like.. something heavy always hung around if they were’t near each other.

All of their rooms were located in the same area, side by side and easily accessible to one another. Like they were too scared to be alone.

They always hung out in communal areas or usually in each other’s rooms if not in your space, very rarely would you find someone choosing to be alone for long stretches of time. Not even Jinu.

So you wanted to make changes to that, make every place in their home feel like home to them, because to you, they felt like home.

It started with small things, like asking Jinu if you had permission to make any changes to furniture or things of that nature in the areas they didn’t like to use. To which he agreed, he struggled to say no to you.

Abby helped you move furniture out of that bedroom in the main hallway by the front door, the one room on it’s own with a bathroom opposite of it that people only really used to piss in for convenience sake.

“Anything else you want gone?” He asks you as he finishes clearing out the last piece of furniture, leaning down expectantly for a kiss on the cheek for his efforts.

“That’s everything, thank you hun, you should go rest.” You thank him, peck him on the cheek and attempt to shoo him but he doesn’t leave.

Not when you prompt him again, not when you raise a quizzical brow at him, naddah.

“Hun?” You prompt him again and he just quietly pulls you into a hug, like he needed to feel that you were real and that you were there with him.

“..let me stay a little longer, please..” He pleads, in such a soft voice that it nearly makes your heart shatter.

So you let him.

Let him sit on the ground by the door frame of the now empty room as you organise things you want to buy on your phone, taking rough measurements of everything and humming to yourself. He watches you, gaze soft, back resting against the wall because for the first time since they moved in? This room wasn’t so scary anymore.

Your next goal was to collect things the boys liked, from hobbies to little knick knacks, anything that they liked so you could fill that room with it. Not in a hoarder esque kind of way but like a cozy hobby room that they can go to if they want to chill out alone for once.

If it wasn’t Abby sitting in the room with you, it would be Mystery because he was antsy and needed to be nearby. But he didn’t enter, no, he sat in the doorway with his back against the doorframe as he just watched you from the outside.

Kind of the same way Abby would always be hovering around your staircase at odd hours of the day, like they were constantly checking that you were okay but still so afraid of something.

Mystery just liked to watch what you were doing, for a week or so there were non stop packages and he’d watch you happily bring another one in and carefully step over him before opening it in that spare room.

You’d always show him what it was, from plushies and soft blankets, to random fidget toys and small figurines to occupy the space. Like you were doing your best to min-max the space in there for some strange DIY project.

At one point you bought candles, when they arrived and you unpackaged them you held it up for Mystery to take a whiff of and you saw the way his body lit up.

It was his favourite fragrance, you didn’t know why, but he looked happy and that’s all that mattered. You simply didn’t correlate the fact that it had the same smell he associated with you.

If it wasn’t Abby or Mystery around you, it would be Romance. He was your go to for gossip and opinions on things because he was always the most willing to share his thoughts on things.

He helped pick out the colour scheme for the room, when you had asked him what colours the boys all liked - including him - he told you what would be the best median. He helped pick out decor that could match the rest of the house but you went against him, telling him that it should feel like a place that’s comforting - so he started picking the pieces of furniture that he knew everyone would think of their most comforting thing - you.

A bean bag, the soft blankets, squishy and huggable plushies, even some comfy plush chairs that he knew would be comfortable. Just every kind of soft comfort that you gave him and the others.

When it was finally time to arrange the furniture pieces as they arrived, Baby was surprisingly helpful. He was strong, not nearly on par with Abby, but strong enough that he could carry the heavier pieces of furniture for you without any problems.

And then for his reward he simply forced you to sit on his lap while he curled around you possessively. Or he’d make you lay on the soft rug with him and cuddle into you.

He occasionally voiced his complaints but was also quick to shut himself up when he saw how happy you looked with how your project was coming along, noticed the small details in everything you picked out.

At one point he got such severe cuteness aggression for you that he pinned you down with his body weight and smothered you in kisses, mumbling complaints of you being annoying as he did so even as you’re giggling at him and telling him to knock it off. When he was finally done he simply settled down on your chest like he always did, grabbing one of your hands to plant on his head and just dozed off for an afternoon nap just like that.

Jinu was the last to enter the space, but he was able to deduce what you were planning based off what you were buying. Everything was on his account after all, mostly so he could easily keep track of expenses and what you were doing.

The only thing he hadn't expected was for you to invest in a gigantic cat tree that Derpy would probably still struggle to fit on, but it’s the thought that counts. You even bought a nice perch for Sussie, fitting both pieces of pet furniture in the open area in the living room that sometimes just felt too empty and uninviting.

“Hello, my cute wife.” He greets you, teasing smile on his face as he hovers over you from your spot on the couch.

“Hello, my handsome hubby.” You greet back, still busying yourself on your laptop as you check delivery dates for the last few additions you wanted to add to the areas you wanted fixed up.

Jinu moves to plop down beside you, throwing an arm over the couch behind you as he presses close for some physically affection - to which you instinctively lean into.

“Everything going to plan?” He checks in, feeling like he’s done you wrong by not being more nosy in regard to your project.

You look sleepy, and you sound sleepy too with the way you simply hum a little ‘mhm’ that makes his chest warm. He carefully tucks you into him, pulls your head to rest on his shoulder and just lets you doze off as he finishes checking the expected delivery dates for you.

Jinu can’t help the little peck to your forehead he gives as he chuckles to himself, simply unable to fathom the extent you were willing to go to treat them well without even knowing the cause of their fears.

When you finally reveal the finished room to them? You’re so excited that you’re near bouncing off the walls as you wait with baited breath to see their reactions.

They’re all stunned really.

The room was immediately describable in a single word, a single sensation. Comforting. Something thought impossible when they originally moved in and saw the lone room on it’s own, a festering ground for Gwi-Ma’s sick words and vicious reminder that they deserved to be alone. That not a single one of them should feel comfortable and safe.

But now? It’s been entirely replaced with a newer and much more inviting scene. They actually utilise the space now, some even willing to go spend time alone in there for an hour or two before they instinctively go search for someone or search for you.

You managed to make their home feel like home, because it felt like another piece of you. And to put it simply? You were home for them.

The Saja Boys used to primarily function off of cheap take out and greasy fast food, now though? Most days were spent with their bellies comfortably filled with more balanced meals, maybe a night or two of takeout but not nearly to the extent it used to be.

You were by no means a chef, you just happened to be able to read instructions and understood that it’s okay to make mistakes in the kitchen here and there. But that’s when it came to cooking where mistakes were salvageable and could lead to fun experiments.

Baking though? A whole different medium that none of you were properly prepared for.

The first couple of times you’d try baking things it was always a disaster. From burnt bread to suspiciously salty cakes, it took a lot of trial and error to figure out your best bet in the kitchen was to have extremely minimal assistance from any of the boys.

There were instances of mixing up ratios and trying desperately to rebalance the wet to dry ingredients only to give up, forcing yourselves to start over from scratch completely because it just wouldn’t get to the consistency it was supposed to.

The never ending swatting of curious hands as the boys kept trying to get a taste test of raw batter for recipes that definitely should not have been consumed raw, but alas. God forbid the time you attempted to make macarons like an absolute masochist too - what a nightmare that was.

But today was a cake day, and surely, surely it would be fine.

“Baby- BABY!” You yell Baby’s name as the man proceeds to pour way too much flour than needed and causing a massive puff of it to go all over the kitchen island and some excess landing on the floor.

He pauses briefly, slowly craning his head to look at you and then has the audacity to quirk a little smirk at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yea- YEAH? Ohhh.” You grumble, immediately putting your hands on his shoulders and rushing him out of the kitchen with a loud ‘go clean up’ followed suit given his clothes had flour all over them.

You sigh, loud, annoyed, a little played up for the drama as you laugh to yourself before steadily trying to wipe the excess flour into a bowl for future use.

Mystery is watching from the barstool in front of the kitchen island and you can hear the distant noise of Abby and Romance chatting in the ‘safe haven’ down the hallway and Jinu wasn’t home, tasked with grabbing some last minute ingredients since he said it’d be faster if he went because you’d need to take Mystery or one of the other boys who would inevitably want to tag along - just not worth the effort.

It doesn’t take you long to clean up the excess mess but you do have to gently coax Mystery to sit still so you can get a wet cloth and carefully wipe flour off of his skin, lightly dusting flour out of his hair as well.

“Sweetie, is there anymore on you?” You ask, giving him a once over but unable to really tell given how he was wearing light coloured fabrics today.

“Nah.” He simply responds, bumping your nose with his before settling back down on the barstool and tapping his fingers on the counter.

You can’t help the squeal you let out as you cup his cheek and plant a kiss to his temple that he smiles at, then you’re back on the opposite side of the kitchen island to finish measuring the remaining ingredients needed for the cake.

Vanilla extract, eggs, some sugar, baking powder. Steadily the measurements were made and you were able to start mixing the batter together, able to hear the distinct sound of water pipes signalling that Baby was in fact taking a shower to clean himself of all that flour from earlier.

You should go clean up too honestly, but you’d rather just deal with the mild discomfort for now just in case there was more mess to come.

The batter is the right texture, the right colour, the correct smell - you hoped at least, everything looked like the video you were following and you even quintuple checked that you definitely put sugar and NOT salt this time.

As you’re thoroughly greasing the cake pans, you hear the familiar sound of the front door’s pin pad to signal that Jinu was back home. The relief at dad returning with the milk is embarrassing, but you shrug it off as you start to portion the batter out into three circular cake pans.

“I’m home..” Jinu’s voice carries through the hallway easily, reaching your ears in the kitchen and you hear the rustle of bodies just already knowing that Abby’s gotten up from whatever he was doing to greet Jinu and help bring in any grocery bags. Jinu’s favourite for a reason, truly.

“Welcome home.” You call back, going over to quadruple check the oven had preheated to the right temperature but still not trusting yourself because it was on of those annoying high tech ones with the obscene amounts of dials and knobs and switches that took forever to figure out what model it was.

“Hey.” Jinu greets again as he enters the kitchen with Abby, stepping over and quickly pecking your forehead and pausing as he took note of the bits of flour dusting your hair. “Baby?”

“Always.” You simply respond, shrugging like it was just a fact of life and he chuckles. He’s quick to walk over and ruffle Mystery’s hair before rushing off to drop his wallet and keys off at his room, and maybe change back into some comfier lounge wear.

Abby’s putting away the fruits Jinu bought, leaving some whipping cream on the counter and making assumptions on where any other things that were bought should go but occasionally asking you to make sure he was right.

“Thanks hun.” You pat Abby’s head when he instinctively crouches slightly, he beams at you before heading back off to hang out with Romance til he’s next needed.

“Myst, you can go play too if you want.” You say as you carefully crack the now preheated oven open, just enough for the hot air to escape before opening it wider and starting to slide each cake pan in.

Mystery just hums, getting up from his seat and you can hear the sounds of his socks quietly padding towards where Romance and Abby were.

The cakes are in the oven, the timer is set on both the oven and on your phone to be extra safe, so now you finally get to just be alone for a moment.

The kitchen is quiet aside from the hum of the oven and the soft ticking sounds of the oven timer, the water pipes aren’t humming in the walls anymore so Baby’s finished showering but you can hear soft murmurs in that direction which meant him and Jinu were talking. It’s just, peaceful.

You look over to the living room, Derpy is bundled up at the foot of the cat tree you had gotten him a while ago and Sussie’s nestled into the fur on his back while they nap too. You can hear Abby and Romance laughing about something, can even hear the distinct sound of Mystery’s softer and breathier laughs mixed in between their loud ones.

It’s just nice.

It gives you time to start clearing away ingredients no longer needed, putting dry ingredients back in the pantry and the carton of eggs back in the fridge. Even enough time to cling wrap the bowl of excess flour from earlier that you’ll use when you need to dredge something to fry maybe.

“Need help?” Jinu asks as he pops back into the kitchen, Baby shuffles by and heads off to hang out with the others - towel on his head and hair still damp.

“Nah, we just gotta wait for a while.” You reply easily, but quickly turn your body to direct your voice toward Baby for a moment.

“Make sure Romance dries your hair!” You call to him as he throws up a thumbs up as he rushes off.

“You wanna go wash up? I can keep an eye on the cakes.” Jinu offers up, stepping up beside you and gently trying to brush some flour from your hair only to laugh at the way you scrunch your face at the reminder of mess.

“Yeah, hold down the fort for me.” You smile before quickly rushing off and upstairs to rinse yourself off.

As you’re showering you can’t help but wonder if the cakes will turn out alright, whether or not you’ve baked them at the right temperature. Oh god did you do Celsius or did the recipe list it in Fahrenheit and your stupid ass didn’t convert it.

But thats not possible because then Fahrenheit would be an obscenely high number.. no it had to be celsius because it was like 180. Yeah. Yeah it should be fine.

Though you are rushing your shower as you messily dry yourself off and get dressed so you can rush back down to the kitchen, spotting Jinu sat on a barstool as he idly scrolled on his phone without an ounce of the anxiety you have over your cakes.

“Are the cakes doing ok-“ Mild panic as your alarm had yet to go off but still, just panic.

“Already did the toothpick trick, they’re still wet.” Jinu cuts off your panic, brow raised as he watched you huff out a relieved sigh.

You plop down on the bar stool next to him, deflating your upper body on the cool marble of the kitchen island as he absentmindedly reaches a hand out to scratch little mindless patterns on your back as you both waited for the timers to go off.

“Chill, I’m sure the cakes are fine.” He reassures you, shifting that hand up to give your head a few light pats as you let out a pathetic groan.

“But like, what if I fucked it up somehow-“ You sit up abruptly, “Oh my god what if it just like explodes in the oven? Jinu-“

He shuts you up with a narrowed look and a judgmental click of his tongue.

“Okay.. okay, okay yeah, I’m just. It’s just been kinda stressful how many times I fucked it up, y’know?” You admit, sighing as you recount every messed up baking attempt to this date.

“I mean, you had to learn somewhere right?” He offers up, “Besides, at least you know better than to put plastic in the oven unlike some people.”

He’s trying to make you feel better, make you remember the time Romance had been so tired he tried to heat up food in the oven in a non-oven safe plastic container that thankfully only suffered a minute of being melted. The plastic fumes lingered for like a week and a half though.

It does help though. He’s surprisingly great at making you forget why you’re so anxious about something so when the timer finally starts ringing - he offers to check the cakes for you.

You’ve turned away as he carefully pulls each cake out, refusing to look even as he’s getting them out on a little rack to properly cool down and utterly nerve wracked when you hear the thoughtful ‘hm’ he lets out.

“So, good news and mixed news.” He starts and you groan.

“Good news, cakes are in tact and are now cooling on that wire wrack you made me buy,” You snort at his comment, “Mixed news, the cake is delicious and I burnt the shit out of my mouth.”

You whirl around at that as you stare jaw dropped at Jinu who’s actively fanning his mouth in regret for taste testing a piece of sponge cake that was fresh out the oven.

“Why would you do that?” You’re questioning as you get to your feet, quickly rushing to his side as he grins and shrugs at you.

“Wanted to reassure you that you did good.” You smack him over what he says, not even knowing why you’re hitting him as you happily look at the sponge cakes on the wire rack.

Three perfectly fluffy sponge cakes, resting upside down on the wire wrack Jinu had placed on top of a metal tray.

“I can’t believe I finally did it.” You cheer to yourself, fist pumping to celebrate and he just laughs at you.

“Can’t believe baking stresses you out more than half of the shit we pull.” He says as he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t judge me, I’m just a girl.” You joke.

“Uh huh, sure.” You smack him for that one.

Your cakes turned out fine but decorating was a different story meant for another time, but let’s just say that Baby had creative freedom on a cake and there was a suspicious amount of gochujang missing from the container and everyone was avoidant of his masterpiece.

#kpop demon hunters x reader #kpdh x reader #saja boys x reader #jinu x reader #abs saja x reader #mystery x reader #baby saja x reader #romance x reader #fem! reader

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