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#. 매니저님, 감사합니다 !

featuring 𝘀𝗮𝗷𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

fluff. equal parts of chaotic, cute, and crackhead energy and you alongside the mix as the babysitter manager of the boys.

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JOINING THE PRIDE at first, no one knew who you were. you looked more like a crazy fangirl or someone who got in with sheer pretty privilege. people online were confused. who’s is she and why is she fixing abby’s shirt? why is romance letting her touch his hair? why is she carrying baby’s backpack like a mom on a field trip? why did they listen to you?

people assumed you were a saesang, until the company confirmed you were, in fact, their manager.

yes, their official manager. the person responsible for their schedule, performances, social media coordination, and not letting them accidentally create a scandal or make you lose your sanity. the last one it’s not going well.

you even had your own tag: #SajaHunter but fans quickly turned it into #SajaPrincess because somehow you became the bias, the bias wrecker and the ultimate bias. fan edits? everywhere. fanfics? people want you, literally. someone made a fancam of you sneezing and it hit 2M views for the first eight hours.

THE LIONESS WHO RULED your popularity exploded overnight. fans started asking for your autograph at meet & greets. they begged you to join the group and perform. the boys had no say in this. why? because if the fans want something, they get it.

sure, maybe it helps their corruption plans. maybe corrupted souls taste better when people adore the whole group. you're a better marketing strategy than they ever expected, but they won't tell you that.

your own schedule just got a hell of a lot longer, because now you have to learn choreography and lyrics under twenty-four hours. congrats, you are the 6th unofficial member!

THE SODA POP CIRCUS their debut song became a number one hit. “soda pop” took over charts, and so did you… unintentionally. during a performance, you accidentally wandered into the camera frame, because you were just checking the mic levels, okay? we don't want to have any technical issues, and boom, you were given the centre position.

jinu noticed you looked a little overwhelmed, so he calmly walked you through the choreo in front of thousands of fans like it was nothing. abby joined, then romance and before you knew it, it was “manager-nim meet & dance”.

and of course… the shipping tags started. the fandom loves you and jinu. no, abby is better? you have to be joking, romance is right there! but mystery is so calm around you, and baby even freestyles for you!

YOUR RELATIONSHIP WITH THE SAJA BOYS, or your babysitting shift that no one pays you for.

JINU is one cocky, smirking, definitely suspicious, extremely good looking man. he acts like he doesn’t want you interfering in his plans, whatever those are, but deep down, he’s the first to notice when you’re tired or stressed.

one time you tripped backstage, and he caught you in his arms like a literal k-drama moment. you swear time slowed down, the lighting was perfect, the atmosphere was unrealistically romantic and there was music coming from who knows where. his smile? blinding.

then he dropped you.

like right on the floor after he stared right into your soul. you assigned him to night duty after that. studio lockup, cleaning everything alone. no complaints from him, though. he just smirked and wished you a good night.

“you keep falling for me.” “i’ll fall on you next time, jinu.”

ABBY is a shirtless menace, even worse he is a walking thirst trap. probably allergic to buttons. you’ve tried to make him dress appropriately, but does he listen? no. instead, he stands shirtless in front of you asking,

“this one or this one? can’t decide, wanna style me?”

he’s built like a greek statue and knows it. he flirts with his eyes, lips, abs, his entire existence. steals your phone, takes normal selfies, then mirror ones and cherry on the top is when he fills your gallery with thirst traps. now 99% of your storage is abby, and the other 1% is screenshots of your to-do list.

still, he’s protective: carries your bags, shields you in crowds, even throws an arm around you when paparazzi swarm.

“don’t worry, princess. i will be your sanctuary.”

ROMANCE lives up to his name. heartthrob, gentleman, professional flirt. somehow always knows where you are in a room and always finds a way to be close enough to brush your shoulder.

he makes hearts appear from thin air. you hope it’s cgi or some special effects. probably not, but you won't question it.

he constantly asks your opinion on fashion, only to wear whatever you say makes him look “most kissable.” his excuse? “the fans like it.”

he winks at you during interviews. throws air kisses during rehearsals. and when you get flustered?

“aww, manager-nim, blushing again? you’re so cute when you try to be professional.”

this boy flirts without even speaking. one way or another he will always keep you close, especially when it's a crowded space, he will hold your hand, because he doesn't want to lose you.

MYSTERY with his face usually covered, speaks in hums and nods. you suspect he’s either an introvert… or plotting global domination, possibly both.

he’s usually calm, soft, and sweet until he isn't.

one time, a male fan got way too close to you and the next thing you knew, mystery was growling and biting the guy’s arm like a possessive and territorial lion. you had to spray him with water ... no, you are not joking, you had to.

“bad. bad mystery. sit.”

poor boy looked guilty afterward. quietly said sorry, as you forgave him, gave him a hug… and he melted. behind you, the other members stared daggers, he just smirked.

mystery: 1

everyone else: should have been me

BABY has the maknae privilege at max level. he does something wrong? it’s okay, happens to the best of us. he wants extra snacks? sure. needs a nap? go ahead. wants cuddles? of course.

you baby him more than the group does. he knows it and abuses it.

until the day he crossed the line.

he added demonic hellfire hot sauce to your lunch ramen. not spicy, not even buldak. no, this was 4th dimension inferno level. maybe if you drank lava it wouldn't cause such an effect. you took one bite and transformed into a dragon with a hot steam coming from your ears, face bright red, tears streaming.

and baby? had the audacity to laugh ... right in your face.

so you sprayed him with the emergency water bottle too.

“i didn’t mean it.” “you literally labeled the sauce ‘hellfire.’”

he apologized… eventually, when he found out you stopped spoiling him or giving him the extra attention. you forgave him, after he promised he wouldn't do it again.

oops, he did it again.

FINAL RESULT AND SHIFT REPORT you’re definitely the human holding this group together, while also being the main character in a demon-infested boy band that came straight from nowhere.

the most fun part is you don’t know they’re demons. just suspect things like superhuman strength, suspicious magic, teleporting, glowing eyes, strange skin patterns. but as long as they don’t cause trouble, which they are every good at, you let it slide. you love them anyway.

even if you're starting to wonder why your soul feels slightly strange every time jinu smiles at you or abby takes his shirt off again.

but remember, you signed the contract. and ... you didn’t read the fine print though, did you?

taglist: @seneon @y2kuromi @maruflix

#kpop demon hunters #saja boys

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cipher-004 · 15 days ago

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bad saja boys!

saja boys x fem!manager!reader (ft. huntrix)

note: thank you all for the feedback from the previous works for this series (mlist can be found here)! ( ´∀｀ )b

you didn’t ask to be a mother.

yet somehow, you still ended up with five demon children stuck in hot, tall, muscular man-bodies—all of whom insisted on wearing brightly colored tops, causing mayhem across the city, and nearly ending the whole world during a concert.

honestly, getting them all to apologize to you was already a miracle in itself. demons and apologizing in one sentence? wow!

you still weren’t sure if it was guilt, affection, or just the threat of losing their idol privileges. but it happened. they sat you down. jinu held your hand. abby tried to cry. baby mumbled something that might’ve been sorry in a really emo voice—honestly, who knows.

but that just goes to show much they cared about you, right? that somewhere deep, deep, very very deep in that black heart of theirs, they actually grew a tinsy, winsy love for you.

with that said, getting them to apologize to other people—well, that was another story.

jinu, of course, that man had no qualms in apologizing for nearly causing a disaster. the problem lies with the rest of the four who, other than you, didn't really care about mortals.

especially those who were literally molded to fight and kill demons for a living.

now you were standing in front of the huntrix, the nation’s beloved girl group who were actually demon hunters in disguise, trying to get your boys to apologize to their literal mortal enemies they once tried to eat.

you stood in the middle of the two groups like a stressed-out preschool teacher during parent-teacher conference day, except, you know, your children are literal five demon men decades older than you.

beside you were your five chaos incarnates—lined up but refusing to look at huntrix in the eyes. they all seemed to be in their own little worlds, not bothered enough to give the three girls the time of day.

mystery was staring at a bug on the wall like it was the most interesting thing he'd seen all day.

baby was picking at his nails.

romance was quietly mouthing song lyrics under his breath—completely the wrong lyrics, might you add, his shoulders wiggling like a worm taking a bath in salt.

abby was... making a paper crane out of your printed apology statement...?

and jinu, the only decent guy you deemed among the five, only stood awkwardly beside you with his eyes everywhere else but the front.

it was great.

you pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing deeply. this was going to be a looooong day.

“well? say sorry,” you muttered.

nothing.

“boys. say. sorry.”

still nothing.

the three girls blinked at your group awkwardly shuffling on their feet, wanting to be anywhere but in this room at the moment. at some point, they kind of pity you for having to put up with their asses all this time.

you turned to your boys with the kind of tiredness that could only come a perdon who's literally seen hell and is currently tired of anything that has to do with it. “if you don’t apologize in the next three seconds, I swear i will take away your ramen stocks and cancel your skin mist sponsorship. i'm looking at you, romance."

the said demon boy gasped audibly. “you wouldn’t!"

"not the ramen!"

and before any of them could blink, you grabbed the backs of all five demon heads like you were setting up some kind of conga line, and shoved them all down into a perfect 90-degree bow.

a series of "ow!" "that hurts" "watch the hair!" were heard.

at the same time, you bowed too. the full “we apologize for nearly ending the world” package.

“WE’RE. SORRY,” you barked through clenched teeth, your voice muffled by the angle and your own regret.

"... ere so....y" they mumbled through gritted teeth.

well, that apology was definetly not from the heart. but hey, you'd take what you could get, you suppose.

the huntrix members blinked at the synchronized bow, eyes wide with awe and slight fear.

“…how do you do it?” mira finally asked, half-wheezing in disbelief. “they listen to you?"

you straightened, releasing their heads. they all wobbled back into standing position with various degrees of insulted dignity, glaring on the floor like children who got scolded.

you exhaled and adjusted your jacket, unbothered.

“just think of them as children,” you said, patting your hair down. “muscular, powerful, soul-sucking, occasionally shirtless children. and you’ll get used to it.”

“excuse me?” abby scowled, an offended hand on his chest. “children?”

“we're literally older than your grandma," baby rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

zoey leans closer to you, seemingly over her disbelief as she excitedly clasps her hands on your shoulder. "you mean you control them? like... like dogs?"

"DOGS?!" one of them barks, you're 99% sure it's mystery, which doesn't really help their case.

you looked straight at her, dead in the eyes. “i schedule their naps. of course i control them.”

“uh, what? you don’t schedule my naps,” baby muttered.

“because you refuse to nap and you’re cranky for two days after.”

“it was one time!”

rumi exhales, chuckling under her breath. “that means they like you then. if they're willing to listen to you."

"YOU MAKE IT SOUND LIKE WE'RE DOGS!"

“sometimes,” you said, ignoring the chaos behind you. “sometimes they try to eat my leftovers and set the studio curtains on fire, but we’re working on it.”

“i—honestly, i’m more impressed than angry now,” mira admitted.

you sighed in relief, shoulders slumping as the tension rolled off your shoulders. “so.. you’re not gonna kill them?” you asked hopefully.

rumi laughed, shaking her head. "don't worry. they're safe now."

behind you, jinu gave you a thumbs-up. “see? we’re lovable.”

“you’re barely tolerable,” you said.

“same thing!” abby chirped.

"WE ARE NOT DOGS!"

#kpop demon hunters #saja boys #huntrix

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Yandere! Saja Boys x Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5.

You lost your boyfriend recently. He had been loving. Caring. With him, you'd felt like everything was a bit...lighter. Like the horizons were a little bit brighter. It was loving relationship.

He'd kiss you on the cheeks, and comment on how soft your hair was. You'd turn back to him and lunge at him, pressing your open mouth to his. Those were the type of days you spent.

You sat now, in your lonely empty house, scrolling your phone. He was gone now, and the world felt grey. Your grief wasn't like everyone else's. When losing a loved one, anyone would shut themselves in and do nothing. Not you. You'd done everything-- that extra bit at work, worked out to the max, followed your diet, talked too much to your colleagues and now you were invited to a party.

You just didn't care anymore. Couldn't be bothered to fight in your own mind. Couldn't be bothered in the least to not do something you were used to doing everyday. The pain was too much.

It was that faithful evening you were walking towards the said party. You were walking past a performance. A new boy band. Was it their debut?? Had they always been there?? You didn't know. You didn't know what day it was. What year it was. If you looked up and blinked properly, you would see you and your boyfriend chatting and laughing happily on that bench by the alleyway.

"You're my soda pop~"

"My little soda pop~"

They were quite the lookers, you could see that beyond your grief. You looked up properly now. The music was good-- not good good, but offered that temptation. That deceit. They weren't sweet like they appeared. They were dripping in their own misery. Just like you were. Even more so.

Everything was heightened to the max-- their looks, too good to be real. Body proportions inhuman. Their movements, too fluid and synchronized to be human. They were all in synergy as if joined by one life force.. Their overly bright outfits matching to perfection. Every last inch of them-- their movements-- their charms-- were perfect.

It caught your attention for a minute, then you looked away, disinterested again.

Gotta get to that party. Gotta forget.

They better have good booze.

You stalked off, not noticing the five men who still stood on that make-shift stage. Finished with their performance, staring after you like abandoned, volatile dogs. Staring after the woman who'd just casually looked past their cheerful human façades, seen the ugliness that lurked inside, identified with it, and calmly walked off. Like she hadn't just gained five fresh demon idols pining after her.

"Who's she?" Abby leant an elbow on Baby's shoulder, who for once didn't shrug away. His large, deceitfully doe-like eyes still fixated on the retreating figure of you in the distance.

"Didn't even stick around to watch like the rest," Romance snickered, a hand subconsciously running through Mystery's blueish-grey locks.

Jinu's eyes flashed molten gold. "She saw. I felt it. She knows what we are."

"And she just left??" Romance reasoned, bewildered.

"She doesn't care." Baby's calm voice of melted caramel murmured. There was unmistakable intrigue in his voice. Alot of it. Perhaps even surpassing intrigue into something else-- a liking.

"Gwi-ma will go crazy if he finds out a human knows about us." Abby chuckled. Jinu bit the inside of his cheek.

⌗☾︎ ‧₊˚ ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶⋅₊˚☽︎⌗

You were drunk. To say that would be an understatement. No one could see it at first glance. But you had that slight stumble. In your high heels, you couldn't walk in a completely straight line.

But you were on cloud nine. A smile on your face. Successfully, you had forgotten your woes in the lovely embrace of expensive chardonnay.

You grunted, holding your hand out for a taxi on the side of the road. It wizzed on right past you. Asshole.

You subconsciously stumbled backwards, only for the back of your head to bump against a solid chest. You turned. There stood a man. Black hair, pale skin. His facial features, height, even expression, were all a blur to you. He had black hair and pale skin, the typical traits of a Korean male. The very same as your late boyfriend.

He looked like your boyfriend. You reached up, small hands hooking around the collar of whatever sort of top he was wearing. You pulled.

Jinu complied without thinking. He never would bend to anyone's will. But something about your cute little smile. Those flushed cheeks. Your dark, soft looking hair. More than anything, those dark, blissful eyes. They were beautiful, unclear, but still beautiful.

But how was he to react, when, next thing he knew your plumpy lips were on his?? Moving too. Sucking, licking. He went rigid. It was like a trigger was pulled. His face heated up. This girl. This small, beautiful, dumb little thing was kissing him in such a-- an aggressive, but soft, delicate way.

You pulled away before he could even comprehend fully the kiss, your small arms wrapping around him as you sobbed into his chest.

"Ah-- Hangyeol-- I missed you!! My baby, my love...you came back to me!!"

Ah, she had someone else written in her heart. And she had clearly just... mistaken him for that guy. Lucky guy...Jinu felt a sudden urge to kill that guy. Wherever he was.

"Nothing's been the same. I'm doing everything the same but nothing really is-!"

His hands came up behind her back. And slowly, very hesitantly, he patted your back soothingly.

"Fuck...did she just do what I think she..." Abby voices silently from behind the corner, watching in awe.

"Little minx." Romance grunted roughly, but he was smiling. Very wide. He wanted that. He wanted that little lady's lips on his as well. No matter what. And he knew that for a fact, he wouldn't rest until he got it.

He didn't know why he felt this way. To what he owed this new rush of... sensation. Of feeling that wasn't misery or shame but... something else. Something refreshing and new and sweet.

Judging by the looks of the rest of them, especially Jinu, the victim of your kiss, Romance knew it was the very same as himself.

"Say somethin'...wanna hear your voice so badly..." You heard the words leaving your completely wasted mouth, muffled, as you completely buried your face in the oddly large expanse of your man's chest.

"I'm not... Hangyeol--"

You pulled him down again and started smacking kisses all over his face.

Five minutes later, you wiped your mouth. Your boyfriend's face was still blurry to you, but this time it was covered in these lip-shaped red stains.

Oh...you did that?? You giggled, wasted out of your mind.

He lifted you off of your feet. And you threw your arms right around him. Inhibitions who?

"We gotta get her somewhere safe."

"Woah, Jinu, we said we were gonna figure out what she knows...not, y'know, get it on with her..." Abby's voice grated on his already frayed nerves. Jinu had no idea why your kiss had and was affecting him so badly.

"Yeah, and damn, now you wanna keep her safe as well??" Romance questioned in bewilderment.

Baby on the other hand was silently laughing his ass off at the state of Jinu's face. Debauched, covered in bright red lipstick prints. Even Mystery, standing beside him, couldn't help but crack a grin.

Romance wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. The want. The jealousy. The feeling that went beyond the usual wanting to toy around with humans and into something real.

"If I was him I'd never want to wash my face."

The other boyband members paused momentarily and seemed to decide that they too didn't really want to deny what they felt towards her anymore. They nodded in agreement.

Jinu gave away nothing, but insisted on having her head in his lap on the drive home. And though he could have cleansed his face within a second using magic, he didn't.

Romance, who was usually devoid of any emotion on rides home, now had this huge stupid smile on his face that he couldn't wipe off. As did Abby.

"We need to keep her." Baby demanded childishly.

Mystery, who had her feet in his lap, slowly stroked up your legs. Enamoured. "She's so small." He whispered.

When you woke up, your head was pounding. You felt like crying. This wasn't new by any means-- waking up in this random place that you went to with some random man you thought was yours the night before.

It was humiliating, mostly. Partially, enraging.

It was a small punishment, the way you clawed the back of your hand briefly before forcing your eyes open.

Ohhhh shit. Well this was... different.

You were in bed. A particularly large one. When you looked around, the bedroom was too opulent. Too...grandiose for your liking.

Had you landed yourself into a celebrity's bed by accident? It was a thought of jest. But the slight mirth slipped from your sleep-addled brain once the door swung open and you saw who stood at the entrance.

....Who was he again?? You squinted, small form now propped up by the elbows in the middle of the huge bed. You'd seen him somewhere. Dancing, specifically. Purple hair, cropped shirt, showing perfect six-packs. Huge shoulders. You wracked your brain.

Ah fuck it, too much effort.

But you still glared at him, dissapointed in yourself.

This? This was the dude you mistook for your plain and special boyfriend? This six-foot-four mountain of disaster looking guy??

But then, something you hadn't expected in the least happens. Another one steps in. Unlike this tall purple haired handsome monster, he was small. Taller than you, but next to Mr. Abs, he looked like just a baby. His hair was a pastel matcha, eyes big, face shorter and less defined.

"She's awake." The baby one spoke- his voice was surprisingly deep and strong for how he looked.

Another one sauntered in the room just as the smaller one stepped inside. This other one was slightly taller. But slender. His face was covered by this curtain of silky hair. You'd think that sorta hair only suited anime cartoon characters-- but somehow, this guy pulled it off. Just like his look, he exuded a mysterious aura as well.

"She's up!!?" This fourth one was fucking loud and you gave a full body flinch when this pink haired mullet dude stumbled in. His pretty eyes looked around and landed on you. You hiccuped, backing up as he advanced towards you.

They were all very handsome. You'd seen them before somewhere. If only their hair didn't have the colors of the rainbow you'd be able to take them seriously.

"Don't tell me..." Your voice was hoarse. They all paused as if they were hearing the call of a siren, "... you're kpop idols or something?"

"How'd you know?" The last man was inquisitive. When you saw him, you realized who exactly you'd mistaken for your boyfriend.

It was this tall guy. As tall as Mr. Abs. With hair as black as midnight and dark eyes to match. That burned hot with the heat of a million suns as he looked directly at you.

You weren't deterred, somehow. Maybe because, after losing Hangyeol, you didn't really care for anything anymore. He'd been half your personality. Now you just felt nothing. All you wanted to do now was go home and curl up alone on your couch.

"Because-- look at your hair. And your faces."

"You find us handsome~?"

"AHHHH!!" You backed away from the pink haired dude who'd somehow spawned right up next to you without your noticing. Your small form was about to collide with the floor but you quickly turned and landed on your palms and knees.

Wary, you stood up. They watched as if in awe as you brushed yourself off. "I'm sorry for any trouble that I caused yesterday. But I'll be off now."

So small. So fiesty and guarded and yet so clever and polite you were. You were talking through a sobered up alcohol addled system and yet your gaze was full of clarity.

"Fuck," Jinu cursed. Did you not see how stunning you looked? Your cheeks were flushed from that deep sleep. Your lips swollen from biting. Long hair tousled. You stood on those slender legs in this fancy human house and you didn't even care about the state you were in front of THE Saja Boys.

And most of all, your eyes. That stare. You could still see past whatever normal, cheerful façade they had up. But you still couldn't be bothered to look deeper into it.

You stepped forward to reach for your bag, that lay on the nightstand, but then you realized. The pink haired man in the bed had his abnormally large hand around your wrist. You glared at his hand, then shifted your glare up at his handsome face, framed perfectly with those silky pink curls and wisps.

"Let go o'me."

"Do you not wanna know who we are? What we are? Our names?"

He slowly brought your hand up to his mouth, laying a kiss on your knuckles before nuzzling your palm,"I'm Roman. You kissed Jinu. Can't you kiss me too?" Kissed WHO?

He was reverent. You were creeped out. They were all steadily inching closer and closer.

"You're talking too much. Gonna scare her off." Baby snapped. His oversized pastel sweater slipped off a slender shoulder as he came to wrap his arms around you and rest his chin atop your head. You grunted in alarm, squirming, trying to pull away.

However handsome they were, they were still strangers. Also belying his looks and frame, the baby-looking one was strong. Too strong. His arms actually didn't even budge, acting as metal vices around your smaller form.

"Are we supposed to be sucking up to her??" Abby spoke rather confusedly. But his tone was lighthearted too. Despite being a demon, he couldn't bring himself to harbour any sort of dislike towards you.

"I didn't mean to kiss anybody." You blurted. You had an idea of who Jinu was. The smirk on the tall ravenette's face didn't go unnoticed.

"Ah, but do you know who we are? We're the Saja Boys. Second on the charts to Huntrix. And you laid a hand on the leader." Jinu almost mocked, but with a serious undertone.

You were mortified, "I was drunk,"

The midnight-haired man seemingly wasn't interested in arguing semantics, "We won't sue. On one condition." He was growing more and more intrigued by the second. You'd captivated all his band members. And at his imminent threat, you didn't even flinch. You were acting like you had nothing to lose. Just like he didn't.

"Stay here and answer some questions for us." He was cajoling, not demanding. And you didn't know why. Kpop idols had to appear nice and kind to the public but you knew that wasn't really what all of them were.

Especially these ones. They had the darkness. You were familiar with that darkness from when you lost the only thing that had ever made you happy. Your boyfriend.

"Okay, how long will it take?"

"That's for us to know and for you to find out," Abby snickered before Roman effortlessly tugged you back into the silk sheets.

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#kpop demon hunters #saja boys #Yandere #series

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cipher-004 · 15 days ago

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Hello!! First off, I want to say I really like your writing! And I really liked your Top Abby and Jinu x male reader fic and was wondering if you can do a smutty one with all the Saja Boys being possessive tops and reminding male reader, he belongs to them whenever male reader is just doing his own thing.

Yesss ofcourse, this is mostly written together instead of separate so if you planned for it to be separate feel free to request it again! Thank you also!

Only You

Top saja boys x bottom male reader

Smut MINORS DNI

⚠️ warnings: name calling, masochism / sadism, mentions of public sex, deep throating, all that fun stuff.

A/n: I hope you enjoy this!

Being the smallest in the group, and also the play toy of the group made it hard. You would often be dragged to dark rooms just to be pounded into, often for interacting with fans. The Saja boys always need to remind you that you are theirs, and nobody else's.

You would be greeting fans at a fan sign, and not notice the saja boys getting angry everytime a fan girl interlocks her hands with yours. By the end of the fan sign, you would be sprawled out on a table getting your brains fucked out. Jinu would be the one forcing you to take him down your throat, not once giving you a break. "Such a slut... You knew this would happen.." Abby growled, smacking your ass while Mystery is having the time of his life pounding into you. Romance was jerking off above you, letting out loud moans while his cum is coated over you.

Baby would be watching on a chair, seeing you all fucked out on two cocks. He knew what he was doing, he was the biggest of them all so he wanted to make you cry at the end. Jinu gripped your lower jaw softly, cooing at you looking up at him with puppy eyes. You knew his weak spot, but he wasn't going to fall for it this time.

Abby decided to take a main role and help Mystery with fucking your hole, causing you to moan and choke on Jinu's dick. You heard a moan right above you, "ah.. fuck!" Romance moaned, cumming all over you again. Jinu soon followed after, because your throat tightened around his cock causing him to let out a choked moan. "S-shit!" Jinu groaned and emptied a full load in your mouth.

Abby and Mystery followed, cumming inside of you filling you up. They pulled out seeing your fucked up expression. Now it was Baby's turn... Almost immediately he picked you up and forced you to sit on his lap with his dick inside of you. He was filling you up to the brim, and he knew that. "Ride me you slut, be the good boy you are." Baby said, you whined and started to move your hips up and down.

Baby groaned a little but he wasn't satisfied yet, so he gripped your hips and slammed you down onto him. "A-ah!! N-no!" You screamed, holding onto his shoulders tightly. Tears started to fall, it hurt but it hurts so good. Baby soon started to pound inside of you causing you to let out high pitched moans. Soon you were cumming all over yourself and the floor, tightening up on Baby's cock. Once he came inside of you, he took out his phone and took a picture of your hole dripping with his cum while his dick was inside. "Maybe, I should show this to our fans.." He said grinning mischievously, you were to fucked out to answer. Your eyes slowly closed, and before you knew it you were asleep.

#kpop demon hunters #saja boys #nsfw

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cipher-004 · 15 days ago

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★ Clothing Haul—

— Saja Boys x M!Manager!reader ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

▍𓉸⋆ྀི summary, when you find out the saja boys only have one outfit in different colors, you insists on going on a shopping trip to get them more clothes…but the saja boys have other ideas.

▍𓉸⋆ྀི content, fluff & silliness ˃ 𖥦 ˂

You were currently staring at the Saja Boys with a (not so) intense glare. Each member darted their gaze somewhere other than your face.

When trying to be nice by washing the boys clothes you found out they each only had the outfits they wore on stage. You called them into the living room to question them, but for the first time since meeting them they were quiet.

Mystery was keeping to himself while looking off to the side hoping you wouldn't notice him. While Romance would have normally loved you staring at him, the implications of your stare made him upset. Baby was trying not to laugh because he thought your “intense glare” was more of a cute pout than something scary. Abby was distracting himself trying to think of something to say.

Each member stayed quiet till Jinu spoke. “Is it really that big of a deal?” His voice was unsure and as if he was trying to convince himself more than you.

You whipped your head towards him. “OK, ok,” he put his arms up in defeat. “What do you suggest then?”

An hour later all six of them were standing in front of an expensive clothing store that you personally couldn't ever afford. When you said nice new clothes this is not what you meant.

Lost in thought about how beautiful the exterior was that you didn't realize the boys had gone inside. It wasn’t until you noticed Mystery looking at you like he was waiting for you.

After acknowledging him you both walked inside to see the others looking for clothes they liked. Baby was near the oversized sweaters. Abby was looking at button shirts that definitely were too tight. Romance grabbing anything that had hearts on it. And Mystery had walked off and was replaced with Jinu.

“Why don't you help us since this was your idea.” It sounded more like a statement than a question. “Ok,” you paused, looking around the store. “So what do you typically like wearing?” Jinu's face looked of shock and confusion like he had never been asked that. “Um…I um…” he stumbled looking for words, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Why don't we help the others out since it seems they have more of an idea what they want?” You said trying to reassure him. He giggles before you both start walking to Romance.

While walking towards him you spotted something it was a pink sweater with white checkered pattern in each white square was a red heart. Your eyes lit up. It was perfect.

You grabbed a random size you thought would fit Romance and almost ran to him with Jinu wondering why you were running so excited. “Romance!” you said holding up the sweater as he turned around. He walked towards you eyes lit up in excitement. “I found this and I thought it was perfect for you.” He thought it was cute the way you cared about him.

Romance took it from your hands. “It's perfect. We should look for more.”

“Yea!”

You both started wandering around finding more and more pink and red heart themed clothes. Jinu just followed you two trying to see if there was anything that caught his eye.

After getting half a shopping cart (you guys realized half way through you probably need it to help carry the clothes) full of clothes you decided to go looking for Baby to help him. But once you three got there Baby threw a heep of oversized sweaters and shirts filling up the cart completely.

You four looked at him in shock that he could find that many different types of stylized sweaters without anyone’s help. “We’re gonna need another cart,” He said while walking towards where Abby was.

Abby turned around when he heard all your guys footsteps. He held up a tight button up shirt almost like he was making sure it was too small for him. You looked at him with an ‘are you serious right now’ expression on your face.

You walked over to him, grabbing the shirt and putting it back on the rack. Turning around you walked towards tank tops with different colors and patterns picking one and holding it up to see if it would fit. Abby seemed happy with your choice for him.

Abby grabbed the tank top. “Perfect! I’m gonna find more like this,” he said before walking away to find more shirts that would show off his abs and muscles, such as more tank tops, more tight button shirts as well as some shorter shirts (the ones that when u raise ur arms it lifts up). Romance and Baby followed him wanting to help him.

A couple seconds later you felt someone tap your shoulder. When you turned around you were met with Mystery. You looked at him tilting your head to the side as to silently ask if he needed anything. Mystery pointed to the other side of the store, following his finger you understood that he wanted your help and you happily started walking to where he was pointing.

Jinu followed you with Mystery close behind. “You’re good at this aren’t you,” Jinu said. “Good at what?” You asked, confused by what he ment. “At helping us. More specifically, helping us pick out clothes.” You looked at him. “It’s because I wanna help you, all of you.” He smiled, taking his gaze off of you.

Soon all three of you reached to the section Mystery pointed at. It was mostly casual clothes, clothes that most people wear when lounging around. Mystery guided you to a specific aisle. It was filled with short sleeved shirts, arm warmers, cardigans, and many other items. Pacing the aisle you soon spotted a cardigan that was dark purple with eyes covering it.

You pointed to the cardigan to get Mystery’s attention. “What about this?” You asked while he stood behind you. “I like it,” it wasn’t much but it was all you needed. You both looked at the items one by one trying to figure out what style he had. Mystery didn’t really have a distinct style but it definitely screamed him.

When you two were occupied Jinu walked off to another section after he saw a couple of items that caught his eye. It mostly was button ups, hoodies, jackets, and shirts. Some were plain, some had patterns. Jinu grabbed the ones he liked most, walking towards where you and Mystery were.

You turned around when you heard someone approaching you only to see Jinu. He raised his arm showing you the things he found looking for approval. You nodded happy with his decision not to be completely boring.

A couple minutes later Romance, Abby, and Baby came with a second cart with piles of the clothes Abby picked out. Both Jinu and Mystery put their respective clothes in the cart filling the second one.

“Well now that that is done with, we can leave.” Turning around before someone grabbed you. “Not yet exactly.” You recognized his voice as Baby’s and the hand as Abby’s. Turning around you saw Baby, Mystery, and Romance had a clothing item that was not something you remembered one of them putting in the cart.

Abby guided you towards the changing room while the other three threw the clothes at you. Before being shoved into the changing room you saw Jinu looked confused yet amused while the others were smirking.

Looking down at the clothes in your hands seeing what they had just given you. To your surprise there was actually something you might wear. All of the shirts, hoodies and sweaters given to you were too big almost like this was on purpose. You actually liked it almost as if you could hide in your own personal cave. There were shorts, leg warmers and arm warmers. You giggled ‘probably from Mystery.’

At the bottom of the pile was a pink cardigan with a hood, it had two pointy ears with the outer part of the hood having fur. After putting it on you realized what they had done, they had found a cute cat or lion hoodie you couldn’t tell but you knew that they saw it as a lion. A lion their band's mascot.

You giggled. It was cute, you liked it. Wanting to amuse the four boys who had picked this out for you, you walked out the changing room to show them the cardigan. They surrounded you looking at you. Jinu chuckled once he realized what they did.

They complimented you, barely even about the cardigan, just you. They called you their pretty boy, lion cub, and many others. All of them started to hang off of you like how they do with each other. You couldn’t help but blush bright red.

After buying everything you guys went home to perform a fashion show before getting into your new comfy clothes to watch a movie, you specifically choosing to wear the lion cardigan.

#kpop demon hunters #saja boys

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cipher-004 · 15 days ago

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Can we get the Saja boys reacting to male bodyguard reader please. Imagine Abby trying his best to show off his muscles to the fans by posing and flexing while reader acts like a gentle and protects people from flying buttons coming from Abbys shirt. This gains reader more fans. Then there Baby demanding a piggyback from reader.

Working with the Saja Boys

Saja Boys x Bodyguard!Reader | Brief Huntr/x x Bodyguard!Reader

Needed to write more because you guys are so right... now I can’t stop thinking about Bodyguard!Reader reprimanding a bunch of demon hooligans - dad!friend type where the guys just kinda wanna be your friend by the end of everything because you’re actually.. chill?

Have some silly drabbles - enjoy ! (hopefully)

CW: not proofread, masc pronouns, a wee bit nonsensical

How’d this happen? Why exactly were you on bodyguard duty for the Saja Boys? A demon boy group that your mother would have you castrated for if she could for even entertaining the thought had it been your own. But it wasn’t. It was Bobby’s idea since he felt that the boys didn’t have enough protection from what he’s heard about their fan signing events, so he had offered up you to help them out. Because you’re reliable and dependable.

Yep. Thanks Bobby.

Which lead you to the current situation, standing outside of the building on alert and calmly asking fans if they could stay put and not push or shove each other. For their safety as well as the boys. But then you hear a fan scream out in front of you and you’re confused on why, then you feel a muscled arm swing over your shoulders and you feel the weight of Abs as he leans into you.

“Hey bud.” He chimes out, sly smirk on his face as he lets his golden eyes flash for a second and like he isn’t being a liability right now. He briefly glances at the fans in front of you and gives them a little wave with his free arm as fan service. Then you feel the arm slung heavy over your shoulders shift and he’s feeling up your opposing bicep which makes you freeze - what the hell?

“Oh you’re BUILT my guy.” He compliments as he steps back now, eyeing over your build with approval - what was your routine? How many hours do you spend working out to get this sturdy? Would you want to talk to him about it? Abs was a gym junky and everyone can collectively agree on that.

“...thanks...” You mumble out as you give him a quizzical stare, a little thrown off at his personality as you expected maybe a little more demonic slyness from him but the look he gave you as he eyed you was anything but hunger and more earnest curiosity.

“CAN YOU SHOW OFF FOR US?” “PLEASE FLEX!” “ABBY I LOVE YOUUUU!” “YOU GUYS ARE SO HOT!”

Fans started to lose their minds a little at what they were seeing, two attractive men performing skin ship? YES! ‘Abby’ had stepped out of your space fully now and put his attention back onto the crowd of fans before you both and his signature smirk was still present on his face as he started to flex. Shirt clinging on for dear life and you realised the potential risk this could cause so what did you do? You stepped in front of him with your back to the fans and placed one hand on his shoulder, the other on his chest where one of his shirt buttons was begging to hold on.

“Let’s not do this.” You muttered to him as you proceeded to spin him around with no resistance from him and guided him into the venue. All Abby did during this was wave at the fans as he was ushered away and he just let you continue pushing him, tilting his head back slightly to try and talk to you a little more.

“Do you wanna hit the gym after this?”

There was a second instance where you were assisting the Saja Boys, per Bobby’s request again of course because he just wanted to make more connections with other idols. Most groups and managers were intimidated to work with his girls and he really wanted it to work.

You were standing off to the side, once again waiting outside the venue and checking in with fans to make sure they’re alright. Finishing up a quick up and down of the block and asking if everyone was okay or if they needed water, knowing full well how dehydrated some people ended up being because they’re too excited to care for themselves. You’d made it back to the front entrance and were discussing things with another staff member when you felt a pair of hands on your upper back, and then the familiar weight of someone trying to jump on your back.

Instincts kicked in and you leaned forward slightly so whoever was trying to hitch a free ride off of you wouldn’t fall backwards and your arms hooked up a pair of legs that you were not familiar with. You froze. Who the hell is hitching a ride off of you exactly?

“I didn’t even have to ask, sick.” Came Baby‘s voice as he draped himself over you, head coming to rest on your shoulder as you tried to process what just happened. Did Zoey train you to just... give piggy backs instinctively? Baby swung his legs a little in your grasp, enjoying this a little too much but he was fascinated. Admittedly he’s wanted to do this every time he saw photos of that hunter girl clinging onto you and sometimes it hurt trying to get a piggyback off of Abs. That guys’ like a brick wall and Baby’s just a lil guy.

“Ohmygosh, did you guys see that?” “Waaaaait I didn’t know [Name] was close with the boys!” “OMG the girls finally let him have friends!!!”

Fans were whispering to each other and Baby’s heightened hearing heard all of it, meanwhile you were still in shock at what had gone on - the staff member next to you was also extremely surprised because they’ve never witnessed any of the Saja members be so casual with staff like this. Then that staff member was left reeling as their eyes bugged out of their head for a moment, watching as the teal haired idol crossed his legs around your waist and smirked at his fans while he did so.

Oh he’s having the time of his life.

Then you were called again to help some sort of short-staff issue the boys had at another impromptu event, at this rate you were sure they were just eating their staff members because how can this happen so frequently that they’re left in these situations? As much as you weren’t a fan of the fact they were demons - you couldn’t help feel a little bad for them. Sure they’re not human and could handle it if a fan acted out at them, but you’ve seen how crazy some saesangs can get - first hand experience on that. Your face scrunched up in memory of one of the attacks you had to endure and it was not a great time that was for sure.

The girls weren’t pleased that you were working at these events but you’d reassure them you were fine, Bobby trusted you and the girls could trust you too. Zoey had even tried puppy eye tactics to get you to not go but you chastised them and reminded them that yes they were demons but they were also still idols - the girls were well aware of the potential harm that could come to them in this field. They’d moped a little but let you go after that.

What you hadn’t known was that it was Jinu‘s idea to continuously get you to work for them, he thought if he took you away from the hunters - surely they’d crumble right? One of their supportive pillars was stolen from them by beings they detested. But he didn’t expect to get along with you as well as he did. The brief conversations you’d had with him were primarily professional, you didn’t care they were demons and simply treated them like the idols they were pretending to be. There had been an instance where a fan had attempted to get a little too touchy feely with Jinu and you’d stepped in, pulling him aside and gently grabbing the squirming fan to pull them away from the panel.

After that happened, you’d come back and leaned down a little to quietly check in with him to ask if he was alright. Did he need a break? Was he sure he didn’t need to step away for a second to take a breather? Just say your name if he needed you. Why were you.. so caring? He eased up a bit more around you after that. The two of you even started bantering when the boys were given a break from the fans, instead of hiding out with the other members - Jinu had stepped out of the dressing room they were given and went directly to you. Just to chat and hang out. Nothing nefarious for once.

Safe to say you two had unintentionally become friends.

There was a second instance of a joint fan-signing and before the event began you were giving the girls a lecture about how important it is to keep up their image, you didn’t care how much they wanted to beat up the boys or that they’re demons and don’t deserve kindness. As idols they needed to maintain an image and you were NOT going to let them ruin it. The wrath of your mother had seeped into your tone and the girls had all nodded along because they did not want to be on your bad side today.

The tables were lined up side by side, Mira was in between Romance and Abby - Zoey between Mystery and Baby and then Jinu and Rumi were stuck together at the end of the row. What the fans and multistans were not expecting was watching the chaotic dynamic that is Jinu and Rumi both aiming to get your attention during the event.

Rumi would flag you down out of habit when she wanted to ask if it’s okay to accept a gift or get something checked, then you’d be hovering a little longer when Jinu tried to ask you or talk to you as well. The horror and betrayal was evident on her face as you exchanged pleasantries with Jinu and when you’d turned your back to go check in on the others - he turned and smirked at her.

Oh you son of a-

You hadn’t interacted directly with Mystery or Romance much from the last events you’d been involved with, but you knew the former was relatively well behaved and kept to himself. He was surprisingly respectful towards you and didn’t show any major forms of hostility. You recalled the time you’d walked behind the scenes during a brief break the boys were allotted and found Mystery dissociating in a corner, you’d called out to him and he blankly turned to you and let you guide him to their dressing room so he could safely zone out - a hand hovering over his lower back as you did so.

So what you didn’t expect really was for Mira and Romance to be at each others throats the entire time, Mira at least had the decency to thank her fans with shining eyes before going back to grumbling about how she’s gonna kill this stupid demon. To the point that you had stepped up behind her, hands reaching up and pinching at her cheeks to stun lock her. Romance looked up at you curiously, his expression stayed the same dreamy look that he’s had the entire time and he couldn’t help the little cheeky smile that crossed his mouth as he watched you calmly berate the girl in front of him.

“Behave.” You’d simply said as you finally let go of her cheeks and she rubbed at them, expression softening from the hard scowl she had before as she looked up at you in mock hurt like ‘but I didn’t do anything wrong..!’ and you returned that look with a stern one. Figuratively and maybe even literally putting your foot down on her antics, which caused her to huff for a moment before going back to her idol sona as she prepped to talk to the next fan in line.

Before you could fully turn away though Abby had caught your attention, hand raised in the air waiting for you to dap him up which you did so without question then finally stepping away behind the curtains as another staff member was waving to flag you down to sort something out. Mira stared in shock as you did this. When did you become friends with the Saja Boys?

Zoey was next to ask for your attention, she’d been shaking her marker for a couple minutes and it was definitely dried up and there were no spares nearby. She straightened up and looked around for you, eyes pleading when she finally caught your attention and held up her marker in the air pathetically. You didn’t make any grand gesture, instead just grabbing a couple of spare markers out of a backup stationary box hidden behind the curtains then walked up and handed them to her - being mindful to take the dried marker from her as you did.

Mystery had turned his head when he heard you approaching and nodded at you in greeting, small smile on his face before he turned back to pretend to listen to the fan yapping at him. Baby was leaned back in his chair, waiting for another fan to sit in front of him when he sees you and he smirks up at you and nods a greeting as well.

“Sup man.” He’d said coolly at you before he looked back at the fan that had just sat down in front of him. It makes Zoey pause as she looks at him, then back up to you, then back to him and her brain feels like it’s frying because WHAT? Why are you guys being all bro and cool like to each other. When did this happen? You didn’t tell them that you were friendly!

Before Zoey had a chance to complain you’d placed a hand on her head and ruffled it a little, instantly all her thoughts dispersed at the familiar contact and she was left whining about you messing up her hair as you had stepped away again and off to the side to keep an eye on the fan interactions.

Safe to say there were a looot of clips and recordings from this event.

#saja boys #huntrix #kpop demon hunters

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cipher-004 · 16 days ago

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MC: Um...

*A young dragon placed them atop her pile of treasure.*

Malleus: ...

Lilia: *laughing*

Maleficia: Can you manage to get down by yourself, my dear?

MC: I'll try—

The young dragon: *snarls*

MC: Okay.

Malleus: *chuckles*

#twisted wonderland

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cipher-004 · 16 days ago

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The Crimson Pact | Part 1

SoulBond!AU

Pairings: Yandere!Saja Boys x F!Reader Synopsis: You were never supposed to remember them.

Four hundred years ago, a pact was made—a blood-soaked bond tying five demons to one human soul: yours.

They’ve waited lifetimes for your reincarnation, cursed with obsession, tethered by fate.

And now that you’ve returned?

They’ll burn the world before they let you go again.

Warnings: Soul bond with the Saja Boys, Yandere themes!, soulbonding without full consent, obsessive behavior / possessiveness, mild stalking, romantic psychological tension, mentions of implied past death / reincarnation, intense emotional fixation, yearning, non-graphic threats of harm from a third party (Gwi Ma).

Author's notes: Hey guys! My first fic on Tumblr. I've been deep in a hole for Saja boys x Reader fics and have been inspired by all the ones currently out. Thought I'd give it a go and make my own. This is also just me purely projecting my fantasies (lol). But will post more on this story and will make more parts!

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The Saja boys are all demons.

They are wrath and ruin. Jealousy and death.

And yet, before her, they kneel.

Because she is the Heart. Because her soul is what keeps them from unraveling into true monsters. Because they were bound by her love and her curse.

They don’t just crave her—they depend on her. Without her presence, their minds deteriorate. Their bodies decay. Their hunger becomes unbearable.

Only Y/N’s touch tames the demon inside.

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A Sudden Encounter

You’re just… tired.

You work long shifts at a cramped little gallery café in Hongdae. Your boss forgets to pay you on time. Rent’s due. Your roommate’s a ghost (figuratively). Your family doesn’t call.

It’s not tragic. Just quietly heavy. Most days are filled with the same mundane routine. The stress of adulting weighs in on you most nights making you feel more fatigued than you should.

Your art is the only thing that feels like yours—until it doesn’t. Lately, even your sketches look like someone else’s memories. The past few weeks of downtime have been spent sketching images you vaguely recognize from dreams you forgot you even had.

You walk through life like it’s background noise.

Then, one afternoon, on the way to grab milk and instant ramen…you hear music on the street.

Lugging your grocery trolley (because god knows you don’t have the strength to carry a week’s worth of grocery bags on your arms), you spot that a crowd has gathered in the plaza. The atmosphere buzzes with excitement. People are pushing each other to get a view of whatever it was that was making the crowd go nuts.

Curiosity gets the best of you, and next thing you know you’re walking towards the center of the square. Grocery trolley rolling behind you. Someone steps on it, warranting a quick “Sorry” and they scurry to the front. You turn your head forward to see whatever it was they desperately wanted to see.

You stop.

Up on a raised platform, five boys move like a single body—synchronized, supernatural, magnetic. Their colorful outfits shimmer under the lights, a kaleidoscope of sugar-rush perfection. The crowd is screaming, but all you hear is the song—“Soda Pop”—sickeningly sweet and pulsing like thunder in your chest.

You don’t recognize them.

Were they new? A secret debut? A niche group you missed?

And then you see them.

The Saja Boys. Five gorgeous faces, carved out of dreams and danger, singing like they already know you.

Your heart stutters.

Front and center is the one with the jet-black hair and fire behind his smile. His eyes sweep the crowd like he owns it—until they lock on you. And then it’s like the world tips sideways.

You can’t breathe.

Something ancient uncoils in your ribcage—a thread pulling taut, like it’s found its anchor.

The stage beneath them morphs—no, rises—into a giant soda can, and the absurdity nearly makes you laugh, but the pressure in your chest is louder.

The song ends. The crowd erupts. They strike their final poses like gods frozen mid-conquest. And still—he’s looking at you. Right at you.

He lifts a hand, brushes off his shoulder like he’s dusting you into place. “That’s it for now,” he says to the crowd.

His speaking voice slides down your spine like silk dipped in fire. Familiar. Impossible.

“See you tonight on everyone’s favorite variety show…” His gaze doesn’t waver. “Saja Boys love you!”

You don’t know how you’re still standing. The other members turn too—one by one, their expressions shifting. Eyes no longer playful. They’re looking at you like they remember something you haven’t yet.

And then—pink smoke.

They vanish.

You’re left in a sea of people, lungs hollow, skin prickling like it’s just been marked.

You don’t know who they are. You don’t know what just happened. But your hands are shaking on the trolley handle. And you’re sprinting home like something inside you just woke up and started screaming.

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They apparated back into the apartment in a burst of cold smoke.

Jinu collapsed first.

Not into a chair. Not onto the couch. He sank straight to the floor.

Hands tangled in his hair, breath shallow. Like the air couldn’t reach deep enough. Like he’d been holding it for centuries. His voice cracked like something ancient being unearthed.

“It’s her.”

Romance was already pacing the length of the living room, long strides restless, fingers tugging at his shirt collar like it was choking him. “I—I thought I was hallucinating,” he muttered. “Some kind of cruel glamour. A mirage. But the bond—” His voice shook. “The bond snapped tight.”

Abby dropped into the couch, the cushions barely softening the weight of his frame. His knuckles were white, gripping his thighs. “I felt her heartbeat.” He looked up, dazed. Wild. “During the bridge—our hearts matched. I know it was her.”

Mystery hadn’t moved. He stood near the window, face shadowed, fists clenched so tight his nails carved into skin. His lips were moving in a near-silent whisper—over and over like a broken prayer.

“She’s scared… she doesn’t remember… but she felt it. She felt it.”

Baby sat furthest from them all, on the floor beside the armchair. Blood dripped from his palm—he didn’t seem to notice. Eyes wide. Hollow. Haunted.

Like seeing you broke the silence inside him. Like he’d finally found the ghost that’d been crawling under his skin for lifetimes.

No one breathed. The room felt cracked. Like a single touch would shatter it.

Abby ran a hand down his face. “What do we do?” He was still staring at his hands. Still disbelieving. “Is this a trick? Is Gwi Ma playing with us again? Using her face to haunt us?”

Jinu looked up slowly, lashes damp, lips pale. He bit the nail of his thumb, the taste of anxiety sharp on his tongue.

“We wait,” he said softly. “We plan.”

Romance scoffed, but there was no humor in it. He was trembling as he smiled.

“We charm.”

Mystery let out a low snarl. “We go to her. She’s alone. She’s hurting. I can feel her.”

And then—finally—Baby spoke. Just one line.

Quiet. Final. Unshakable.

“We take her back.”

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You curl up on your couch with a microwaved dinner, phone propped up on a cushion. You don’t normally watch idol shows. But…

You press play.

They’re charming. Playful. Competitive. Too beautiful. Too perfect. You watch them struggle with the hot sauce challenge, lips curling upwards at some of the boys’ faces.

Your chest aches.

You don’t know them. But you can’t look away.

When they joke, you laugh. When they flirt with the camera, your stomach flips. When Baby stares dead into the lens, you freeze.

You watch as Baby wins the spicy challenge, somehow a part of you knew he would. You couldn’t explain why. You watch as Huntrix makes a surprise appearance. You weren’t a crazed fanatic or anything, but you did enjoy their music. When they bowed at each other, a part of your chest ached. You don’t know why, but something didn’t sit well with you seeing the boys interact with the girl group. Why? You had no claim over them. You felt like you were going crazy.

You don’t sleep that night.

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Later that night, after filming wraps…

The Saja Boys find themselves ambushed by Huntrix—Rumi, Zoey, and Mira—demon-hunting girls who are too fast, too smart, and too close to the truth.

The boys run, Jinu being caught into a fight with Rumi which leads to him finding out her secret. A Hunter who’s part demon. He gives it some thought as he walks out of the bath house. Then, his thoughts shift to you.

Did you watch the show tonight? What were you doing right now? Did you remember him at all?

Then suddenly he’s pulled into Gwi Ma’s chamber.

Smoke. Fire. Screams locked in stone. The demons are cheering for the boys, now in their demon forms. Gwi Ma sings the chorus of Soda Pop.

“It’s catchy”

He brings up Rumi- the hunter who bears his mark. He tells Jinu he has no control over her. Jinu remains curious, telling him that he can find out her shame and use it against her to bring the Hunters down.

Then, Gwi Ma’s flames rise. The tension in the air thickens as the four other boys on the ground below are brought to stand next to Jinu before the Demon King.

“However, I sense that you’ve lost your focus,” the Demon king hisses. His flames grow —and conjures a mirage image of you, asleep in bed, cheek pressed to your pillow. The boys tense at the sight of you.

Their anger rises. They don’t like that you’re being presented to them like this- in front of all demons to see. Of course- everyone else in the Demon realm had an inkling- an idea of what you were to the five. It was unspoken, a rumor that spread throughout the years - that they had tied their ancient souls to a human hundreds of years ago. But no details of that pact had been known. And now, the boys were livid as every demon knew your face.

Abby grit his teeth, immediately standing and stepping forward. He didn’t want any other demons seeing you, gazing at what was his. “Don’t-!”

Jinu grabbed his shoulder back, willing his friend to calm down, even though he was struggling to contain his own anger.

“That girl... is she going to be a problem? A… distraction?” His voice was teasing. A sickeningly playful tone meant to mock them.

The boys bristle, their jaws clenched as they see the demon king’s image of you. You- who was so precious to them. Jinu steps forward, eyes hard. “She is ours. You made it so. The pact cannot be undone.”

Gwi Ma’s image of you faded and the boys all visibly relaxed, though still tense.

Gwi Ma spoke once again, voice teasing. “You remember, don’t you, Jinu? How you came crawling to me, weeping like a child the moment she died in your arms.”

Jinu’s eyes widened, haunted at the memory.

Gwi Ma continued. “You begged me to bring her back. But I gave you something better.

A deal.

Bind four others to her soul. Trap their power. Anchor her across lifetimes—and I’d let her return.

And you did it.

You found them. Broken little things. Monsters like you. You forced the bond. You made her the center of your madness.

You cursed her to be wanted. Needed. Torn apart by obsession.

All for what?

To share her?

To watch her slip through your fingers again and again?”

The boys visibly grew more tense with every word he uttered. Romance grit his teeth, and Baby’s nails dug so deep into his palms they began to bleed again. They were monsters who desperately clung to the only light they had. Demons who tainted the purest thing they had ever laid eyes on. The guilt. The shame. All weigh heavy on their hearts, but not as heavy as their deep desire for you.

Gwi Ma continued. “No matter how close she gets… she’ll never truly be yours.

But if you succeed—if you finish what I told you to—maybe I’ll give her to you.

All of you.

For good.”

Their heads snapped up at that. Disbelief and false hope gleaming in their yellow demon eyes.

Gwi Ma’s flames shift to a smile as he saw their non-subtle desperation. “Then here’s my offer.”

“Succeed. Harvest the souls before the Honmoon seals, bring down the hunters. Do your job. And I’ll let her live.”

“Fail… and I rip her from the cycle. She’ll never be reborn again.”

The boys snap their heads up. Shock, desperation, and fury ablaze on their faces. He wouldn’t dare. The boys don’t speak. But silent thoughts race through their heads. They wouldn’t have to wait centuries for you? All the endless years of loneliness and suffering… if they succeeded, they’d be gone. And you would be theirs. Fully. No more dying, no more waiting. Theirs, for all eternity.

The offer was weighing heavy in their minds. But it wasn’t even a question. How far would they go to have you? The answer was that there were no limits. No lines they wouldn’t cross. No world they wouldn’t burn to keep you.

They just kneel, a silent agreement.

They’ve waited centuries. They can wait a little longer.

But this time, they won’t just protect you.

They’ll possess you.

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The boys apparated back to their apartment in silence.

No music. No lights. Just the faint, cold glow of Seoul’s skyline spilling through the penthouse glass like a wound that never closed.

They didn’t speak. They couldn’t. The memory of Gwi Ma’s offer still echoed like ash in their throats. The price was steep, yes—but the reward?

You. Untouched by his claws. Unwatched. Unmanipulated. Free.

If they could ensure your soul was yours—and theirs—forever… they would pay that price a thousand times over. So they agreed. Without hesitation. Without question. Now they sat in the dark, five demons and the shape of a girl in their hearts.

It was Abby who cracked first. “She looked cold,” he muttered.

His elbows rested on his knees, large hands clenched together so tightly the skin over his knuckles had gone pale. He wasn’t looking at the others. Just the floor. Somewhere past it. Somewhere where you had been.

“She looked cold in that vision. Like she hadn’t been held in years.” He swallowed thickly. “I’d keep her warm. She’d never feel cold again. Not even for a second.” His voice broke near the end.

“She should’ve been with us.” Romance was standing by the tall windows, framed in moonlight, arms crossed tight like he was holding his chest together. “She doesn’t even remember us,” he said softly. “We’re strangers again.”

He tried to sound nonchalant—but his voice cracked on ‘again’.

Baby didn’t move from the couch. His legs were crossed, jaw tight, nails digging crescent moons into his thigh. “Then we make her remember.” He looked up. Eyes black.

“Tie her down if we have to.”

No one told him to take it back. Because all of them had thought it.

From the corner, curled on a throw blanket like a resting animal, Mystery breathed out a long, aching sigh. He was clutching something close to his chest. Your scarf. One from a lifetime ago. The threadbare edges frayed, carrying a scent only he still recognized. He’d stolen it then, kept it hidden through each century. He never let it burn.

“She cried last night,” he whispered. The room went still. “I felt it.”

They turned.

“She misses us,” he said. His voice was too soft for the size of his pain. “Even if she doesn’t know why. Even if her brain doesn’t remember—her soul does. She sees us in dreams. She reaches out.”

No one doubted him. Mystery had always been the tether. The first to feel you across lives. The first to know. He curled tighter around the scarf like it could bring you back. “She reaches,” he whispered. “But we’re not there.”

Silence again.

Then Jinu stood. The weight of four centuries in every breath he took. He moved like a monarch of grief—shoulders squared, spine straight, eyes dark and steady.

“We need a plan,” he said. The words dropped like stone. “No chaos. No claiming. Not yet.” His gaze passed over each of them, firm.

“We woo her. Win her. Make her feel safe.”

Abby let out a bitter snarl. “I don’t want to pretend. I want to take her.”

Jinu’s jaw tensed.

“So do I,” he said. “But not if it means she runs. Not if she thinks we’re monsters.”

“Are we not?” Baby asked coldly. But it wasn’t really a challenge. It was despair.

“We’re hers,” Jinu replied. “That’s all that matters.”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was thick with agreement. Each boy looked down. And one by one, they nodded. For now, they’d wait. But not forever.

You would remember.

You would come back.

And when you did— You’d never be allowed to leave again.

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You didn’t know why you were out this late.

You told yourself it was for a snack. The cold night air. The glow of convenience store signs. But the truth was burrowed beneath your ribs—tight, restless, and waiting. Something inside you itched, tugged. Like an invisible string pulling you down familiar streets.

You turned the corner and froze.

“Y/N?”

A voice. Soft, velvety, soaked in a sadness you didn’t understand. You looked up.

Jinu.

Standing beneath a flickering streetlight like a secret carved out of the night. Hoodie loose over his frame. Hair tousled, moonlight catching in the strands. His eyes locked with yours.

Your breath caught.

He took a step forward, hands raised slightly—like approaching a wounded animal. “Didn’t mean to scare you,” he said gently. “I just… recognized you.”

Recognized? Your heart began to pound. Hard. “How do you know my name?” you asked.

Jinu smiled. But it wasn’t cocky or flirty. It was aching. “Because it’s the only name that ever mattered to me.”

And that’s when it happened. A flicker behind your eyes. No—it wasn’t a flicker.

It was a memory. A feeling. A lifetime cracking through your skull like thunder.

You saw him.

Not here. Not in this hoodie, not on this street. But in crimson silk beneath a palace moon. A hanbok embroidered in gold, eyes lined with kohl. He reached for you across a garden of foxglove. Your name spilled from his lips like scripture.

And then—

“Y/N.”

Another voice. Close. Too close. Romance stepped beside you, holding a book. One from your wishlist. The exact one you’d looked at two days ago online and never bought.

You took it in trembling hands. His voice dropped to a murmur. “Because I’ve been whispering it for hundreds of years.”

The world spun.

Another vision. His fingers on yours. A past version of you, crying. Him kissing your knuckles in the candlelight.

“Because I’ve never stopped saying it,” Abby said now, appearing at your side, holding— Your scarf. The one that went missing days ago. “Even when you weren’t alive to hear it.”

FLASH. There was blood on his hands. A blade meant for you. Abby standing between it and your body, screaming your name.

Your knees went weak. You staggered. The breath in your lungs turned jagged.

A gentle touch. Behind you.

Mystery. Quiet. Wide-eyed. Fingertips brushing the sleeve of your coat like he was afraid you’d dissolve.

“I’ve known your name longer than you have,” he whispered.

You blinked—

And you were in the mountains. Your hands small. Younger. A fox curled against your legs. You were humming. He was warm. It wasn’t possible. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

Across the street— Baby. Still. Watching. Eyes black as obsidian. And then—

The fire.

A palace burning. Bodies. You, screaming. Baby dragging corpses away with one hand while shielding you with the other.

You gasped. Your vision blurred. Your hands shook. You didn’t know if you were crying. But you felt like you were breaking.

Romance reached out, arm around your shoulders, steadying your frame.

“She’s remembering,” Mystery said, voice trembling. “She’s starting to remember.”

You didn’t hear them clearly. Your ears rang. Your body pulsed like a struck bell. Romance’s forehead pressed to yours, voice like velvet and ashes. “We missed you,” he breathed. “So much it drove us mad.”

Abby was pacing now, unable to stay still. His eyes burned. “You smell like home,” he choked. “I forgot what that felt like.”

Baby hadn’t moved, but he looked like he might lunge. His fists were clenched. His shoulders tight. His jaw locked.

His eyes were nothing but shadow.

He wanted you.

Jinu stepped forward, palm raised like a commandment. “Stop,” he said. Sharp. Firm. “She’s scared.”

He was right. You were. Tears blurred your eyes. The world spun again. “Who… who are you?” you asked, barely a whisper. “What do you want from me?”

Abby took one step. “We’re yours,” he said, voice low.

Jinu caught his arm. “Abby—”

“You were ours,” Romance added, lips brushing your temple. “You will be again.”

“No—no, this isn’t real—this can’t be—” You backed up. “You’re crazy.”

You looked into their eyes for the first time. And your blood ran cold.

Not human.

They were glowing. Amber. Topaz. Garnet. Glasses of gold and rage and want.

You didn’t think—you ran. Your footsteps slammed into the alleyway pavement. Breath heaving. Vision swimming. You ran like your soul was on fire.

And behind you— They didn’t follow.

They stood, the five of them, like statues in mourning. Longing. Rage. Grief. Hunger.

Mystery whimpered once.

Baby’s fists dripped blood from his own grip.

“We scared her,” Jinu muttered, teeth grit. Shame painting his face. “We were supposed to make her feel safe.” His voice was raw.

“She looked at us like we were monsters.” Abby slammed a fist into the wall. “She didn’t even recognize me.”

Romance still watched the alley’s end where your shadow had vanished. His lips curled into something bittersweet. “Not yet,” he said. “But she will.”

The other boys turned. He smiled wider. Devastating. Determined. “Now?”

His voice dropped.

“We seduce her.”

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You don’t remember getting home. One moment you were running. The next, your apartment door slammed shut behind you. You locked it. Bolted it. Double-checked it.

Then you fell.

Not gracefully—like a collapse, like a marionette whose strings had been severed. You’re curled on the floor now, your fingers tangled in the hem of your clothes, your back pressed to the side of the bed. Shaking. Silent. Your chest is heaving, but the air doesn’t reach your lungs. You’re not crying because you’re sad.

You’re crying because you’re losing your mind. Every time you close your eyes… they’re there.

Jinu in royal silk, kneeling in the blood-soaked courtyard of a Joseon palace—his eyes hollow, your lifeless hand in his lap.

Romance cradling your head by a lake turned black from poison—screaming into your mouth like he could breathe life back into you.

Abby roaring over a field of corpses—his armor cracked, clutching you as smoke swallowed the sky.

Mystery baring his fangs at priests dragging you away—his form shifting between beast and boy, voice howling your name like a prayer.

And Baby—oh god.

Baby in a burning chamber, crawling toward your corpse through ash. His smile was carved wrong, twitching, shattered—his arms cradling your body like a doll as fire devoured the world around him.

You cover your ears. You curl tighter. Your bones ache. “These aren’t mine,” you whisper. “They aren’t mine—”

But they feel like they are.

The grief. The rage. The longing. The love. Too much love. It presses against your ribs like a dam waiting to crack. And deep—deep—within your chest… something stirs. Something ancient. Something hungry.

You drag yourself under the blankets. Trembling. Numb. You don’t sleep. Sleep claims you.

And you never hear the figures outside your window. Five of them. Silent on the balcony.

Jinu’s hand is on the glass, forehead pressed lightly to the cold. His eyes are shut, breath fogging the surface. He had to see you. Just once more. Even if it killed him.

Romance stands beside him, one hand in his coat pocket, the other pressed to his lips like he might say something—but doesn’t. He just watches. Unblinking.

Abby paces behind them, boots scuffing against concrete. Every noise inside your room makes his head whip toward the door. He wants to kick it down. Drag you into his arms. Keep you warm. Keep you close.

Mystery is curled beside the potted plants. His ears twitch. His claws dig into the concrete. He hears your breathing. He knows when your sleep shifts. He knows you’re dreaming.

And Baby— Baby stands furthest from the glass. He doesn't move.Just stares at your sleeping form through the sheer curtain. His eyes are too wide. His hands are in his pockets, but the blood dripping from them gives him away. He clenches his jaw. He had wanted to go after you. To hold you. To punish anyone who scared you. But Jinu made them promise.

No chaos. Not yet. They all told themselves they were here to make sure you got home safe. But deep down, none of them believed that. They were here because they needed to see you one last time. Because you were in their veins now.

Because the bond was waking.

And soon—you’d be theirs again.

───────── ༺🜃༻ ───────── Author's note: Let me know if you guys enjoyed this? I plan to expand more into the backstories as their relationship develops. I've got characterizations up just for a teaser that I might post tonight. :) With love,Willa x.

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cipher-004 · 16 days ago

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Manager!Reader w/ Saja Boys

I just wrote this on a whim, so there were probably grammar and spelling mistakes.

Saja Boys manager!reader, but they also have their own fans.

There are multiple clips online of you taking care of the boys.

Either you helping Abby clip his shirt or running to catch a button from hitting a fan. Or you standing in front of mystery when the wind is too strong and his bangs move to the side about to expose his beautiful bbg face.

Even during a fansign, when Baby drops a pen and is about to pick it up, you put your hand on the end of the table so he doesn’t bump his head.

There are also paparazzi clips of Romance testing his flirting skills on you while you just look at him nonchalantly, clearly done with his behavior. And then there are videos of you adjusting Jinu’s hair during a fan sign, with him clearly comfortable with your touch, letting it happen like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

Yeah, the Pride freaking loves you, so much that you have your own fans. When they see you escorting the Saja Boys, expect to hear things like:

“Manager-nim, please take care of the boys well, but also yourself!”

“Manager-nim, we love you!!”

“Manager-nim, please sign my shirt, I’m looking for a partner like you!”

Hell some fans even printed out your pics for you to sign them, that was a surprise to you.

There's even edits going around of just you helping the boys or shit editing of you with each member, sometimes even all of them.

You were flabbergasted at first but quickly got used to it, the Saja Boys never seemed to mind though.

In fact, they started to openly interact with you more in front of the fans.

When you button up Abby’s shirt, he'd hold your hand to stop you for a moment before kissing it. That made the fans squeal, but you quickly pulled your hand back and hit him on the head.

Or when you'd give a speech at a fan meet to thank the Pride for all their love and support, and Jinu slowly gets closer to you without you noticing. Before you know it, he’s already holding your shoulder in place, his head resting in the crook of your neck, smiling at the fans like the golden boy he is. He takes over your speech as you scowl at his actions.

Overall this whole thing was totally not in Jinu’s or your plan for the fandom .

You didn’t really mind fan interaction is good for the group’s popularity.

But the group?

Even though they play into it, they definitely don't like it when fans are getting close to you. Your attention shouldn’t be divided between them and the fans.

You should only focus on them.

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cipher-004 · 16 days ago

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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

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cipher-004 · 16 days ago

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DESIGNED RELATIONSHIPS | SUGGESTIVE

headcanon: saja boys x designer! fem! reader

summary: you’re their new fashion manager, and you become really close to the group…but what do they think of you?

a/n: language, flirting, kinky, suggestive for sexual jokes and words, y/n the roaster; mostly blurbs of what the saja boys see you as

HOW YOU MET THEM !

You met them by coincidence for a small tailoring job, mostly seeing Jinu first. You assumed he’d be the only hot guy coming into your studio, but you were wrong.

Turns out, he had a whole band of hotass babes right behind him.

Jinu saw you as small, that is at a distance, but you had an aura about yourself that made you confident. Heck, it made him regret just coming in with a torn hem of his billion dollar shirt. Although, it could’ve been easily explained by the way you wore black— and not as a color, but as a clear statement.

“You come to me…with that filth? Babe, this isn’t even your color.”

You weren’t flaunting designer shoes or names, you were as genuine as it came to be for anti-capitalism. And why was it important to him? Because it’ll easily make branding fast for his music. Now you have a maniac who loves you for your style and vision.

But he isn’t the only one.

Baby and Mystery were the second ones to see you. You were petite but full of judgemental sass as you bit your silver pen. Maybe it was their taste to like glaring women who could top them any moment; but boy, did you make them take a step back.

“I just know you boys aren’t wearing pink with orange, that’s like…disgusting.”

And just so you know, they weren’t swallowing because of what you said, but how you said it. Like, say that again mommy.

Romance and Abs followed right after. So, you like a little classic romance? They got you. They have the body for your creative 1800’s sick love story clothing aesthetics and collection you really want to release.

And when they saw you? Oh, you were the most gorgeous and sexiest woman they’ve ever seen. You’re dressed to the most subtlest of nines; leather jeans and a tucked in white blouse— with your cleavage slightly showing through.

“Those clothes don’t fit you,” you wave your pen at Abs, grimacing, “Like, at all. I get that you want to look fresh from a playboy magazine, but that’s not gonna cut it.”

And just like that, you were hired. With just a few crude words and perfect body language, you landed a job with the Saja Boys— the current rave of the era.

FEELINGS !

The boys definitely hid their feelings from each other. Yet, it was clear that there was competition for your attention.

Mystery is the one who clung with you the most; and you didn’t mind because he was quiet and did as he was told. Need help with your pin cushion? He’s right there. Need help cutting tall rolls of fabric? He’s right there. Need a model? He’s also right there.

The others definitely get slightly jealous when you praise him for helping you, and when asked why you always hung out with him, you’d simply say;

“Out of all you loud and expressive boys, he’s the most obedient.”

That definitely stroked the competition more. Now, Abs would come in as often as five times a day. It’s always; a missing button, refitting shirts, and fixing his pants because somehow his ass is growing muscles?

At that point, you had a separate desk with a wide collection of buttons just for him. And a chair as well because he liked watching you fix it. (very heavy on the you part.)

Jinu comes in occasionally, often with new designs that needed to be made for shows. From simple everyday wear to make statements, to stylized clothing for a theme for a fan service.

“You want me to make all of you custom underwear with your names on the hem of it so when you stretch up, everyone will see it?”

They all fucking nodded. And you slapped your face, your eyes peeking from between your fingers as you sighed;

“What are you guys, strippers?”

Jinu would “take you out to friendly dinners” (you denied them because they were clearly dates; but he argued that it’s just a friendly outing) and made sure to give you everything you want. Expensive mussels? Done. Expensive caviar? Done. He’s going to make sure his designer is fun and fed for everything she’s been doing.

Baby pretty much likes talking to you. Though, when you heard his deep voice, a conversation about how the hell it happened ensued. In his defense, he’d thought you’d find him hot.

“You look like a minor that hit puberty way too soon,” you say, sharing the world’s spiciest gummy bear for a challenge, “But it’s cute.”

The gummy did him a favor and made you choke immediately. Y’all are definitely foodie buddies, and you’re his listener as he tries to impress you with his singing. You guys also watch mukbangs together, and when you get a little too invested, you end up sewing your finger to the fabric.

And he always has a bandaid because it became a big habit of yours.

Romance is literally just there to flirt. Anything you wear he’s going to compliment, whether it be the sweetest thing you’re gonna hear all day— or the dirtiest. He just loves seeing you a flustered mess as you hiss at him to back away.

You’re even more cuter when you’re so focused in your work that you don’t even notice him being right behind you. So when you step back, you “accidentally” fall into his arms and he begins to recite his “fated encounter” with you.

He’s literally Romeo and you’re the annoyed Juliet. But for some reason, you never tell him to stop.

BECOMING PART OF THE GROUP !

The first few months was mainly competitive between the boys for your attention, and Gwi-Ma definitely got mad at them for being sidetracked over a human.

You play an important role in their success, so much so that you and the boys end up on fashion magazines for your amazing work. You know their sizes by memory and have tailored outfits exquisite to their tastes. And, you know how they all pin for you.

Though, you didn’t get to discover that until a few weeks later because you thought they were just trying to annoy you.

Baby and Mystery cling to you like sobbing glue who’d spoil if you didn’t give them an ounce of attention, while Romance and Abby will LITERALLY throw a tantrum and go on live to say how their designer hates them so much.

“If you guys don’t shut the fuck up,” you hiss, hiding behind the door as they wipe their tears on livestream, “I’ll stick needles in your clothes.”

“Haha,” they laugh at the phone, making cute faces, “Just kidding!”

Between you and Jinu, he’s the calm after the eventful storm. Every night, he goes to your room and brings you a green tea with melon bread.

“Hm, you’re so nice,” you yawn, pushing up your glasses as you finish your sketch, “But what the hell are you wearing?”

“What…?” He stares down at his cartoon tiger and crow pjs, “I think they’re cute.”

“Baby, the only thing that’s cute here is me.”

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