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"Just, trust me on this" Jinu holds out his hand, waiting for her.

Rumi’s brows knit together as she stares at Jinu’s outstretched hand. The world around them feels like it’s teetering on the edge—too much has happened, too many lies, too many close calls. And yet… his voice is steady. Calm. Like he knows exactly what he’s doing, even if she doesn’t.

She crosses her arms, trying to mask the hesitation crawling up her spine. “You know this is insane, right?” Her voice is quiet, but there’s an edge to it. “You always do this—drag me into some half-baked plan with that look on your face.”

Still, he doesn’t move. Just waits.

Rumi exhales through her nose, eyes searching his for something—anything—that might tip her one way or the other.

“…You better not make me regret this,” she mutters, stepping forward. Her hand brushes against his, then closes around it. Firm. “Alright. I’m trusting you. Don’t screw it up.”

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^^

here's my discord again if anyone is interested to yap or write together <3

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okay guys wire is made !

spam me please <3

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no one knows how much this scene hits me

The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like. Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head? Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead. Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony. Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like.

- "What It Sounds Like" - Huntr/x, from K-Pop Demon Hunters (2025)

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chat should i download wire or no

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yeah it's late i'm gonna die

pls pray for my period be ON TIME this week and not late because i'm going on a trip this weekend...

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k-pop songs that could turn the honmoon golden tagged by: i made this!

tagging: YOU! (all songs have links to their performances)

1. Next Level By aespa 2. I AM By IVE 3. FIRST By Everglow 4. Pink Venom By Blackpink 5. LIKE THAT By Babymonster

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HE WAS HOLDING HER HAND 😭

He wants that cookie so bad 😭😭

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my bf broke up with me, time to cope with writing as rumi LOL

probably staring at jinu's abs will cure me

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rumi didn’t speak right away. she just stood there, arms loose at her sides, letting herself be held. zoey’s hugs had always been… a lot. warm, tight, persistent. but lately, they didn’t feel overwhelming. they felt necessary.

after a moment, her arms came up around zoey — not rushed, not dramatic. just steady. grounded.

❝ you know, most people just say ‘hey’ and offer a fist bump. ❞

but her voice was soft. fond, even.

she pulled back slightly, just enough to look her in the eye — and for once, there wasn’t sarcasm hiding behind her expression. just quiet gratitude.

❝ you’re ridiculous. and you care too much. and i don’t deserve any of it. ❞

she paused, eyes flicking away for a beat.

❝ but… i’m glad you do. more than i’ll probably ever say out loud. ❞

her smile was small, but real.

❝ and yeah, i’ll be there tomorrow. you could plan a glitter bomb ambush and i’d still show up. ❞

❝ …but please don’t. my hair just recovered. ❞

and with that, she bumped her shoulder lightly against zoey’s and stayed close. she didn’t say it out loud — i love you too.

rumi flinched exactly once at the sudden reveal, only to roll her eyes like she wasn’t just startled.

❝ mango jelly is mid and i will die on this hill. ❞

she took another obnoxiously slow sip of her drink, letting the straw pop with emphasis.

❝ if you wanted mango that bad, you could’ve asked instead of staging an emotional ambush. ❞

a beat. she arched a brow, smirking now.

❝ and wow. weaponizing hugs? real mature of you, zoey. i hope the glitter in your soul is proud. ❞

rumi didn’t move right away — stubborn pride and all — but her expression softened, just a little.

❝ ...fine. i’ll come over. but only because i want the hug. not because i like you. ❞

she crossed the distance in three steps and opened her arms.

❝ don’t get used to this. ❞

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their duality makes me giggle n kick my feet

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she let out a short laugh — not mocking, just low and surprised.

❝ wow. my company as a reward. generous. ❞

she gave him a look, but her smirk mirrored his for a second. just for a second.

then she was quiet again, stirring the melting ice in her cup with her straw while he talked. his voice. the freedom. the music. rumi didn’t interrupt — she never did, when people were actually saying something real.

but his last question? that one stuck.

❝ …aren’t you tired? ❞

it echoed a little too close to the bone.

she leaned back against the booth, pressing her cup to her cheek like it might cool something inside her.

❝ yeah. i’m tired. ❞

the words came out before she could stop them. not sharp. not sarcastic. just… tired.

❝ but stopping feels worse. i tried, once. after everything — the press, the scars, the panic attacks backstage. i stayed home for three days straight. thought if i laid low enough, the world would stop asking me to be useful. ❞

she looked down at her hand — callused fingers gripping plastic like a lifeline.

❝ but the silence got loud. the guilt got louder. ❞

she looked back at him finally, eyes steady.

❝ so no, we never took a hiatus. because if i stop moving, i think i might actually disappear. ❞

a moment of silence.

❝ besides. someone has to hold it together. ❞

and there it was again — that stubborn glint behind the exhaustion. rumi wasn’t good at being soft for long.

❝ but i am glad you’re focusing on music. even if you're doing it with your usual attitude. ❞

she nudged his foot under the table — light, teasing.

❝ sounds like the most "you" thing possible. ❞

she rolled her eyes, but it didn’t have much heat behind it.

❝ okay, yes, technically it’s hiding out. you got me. do i win something? ❞

she glanced at him sideways, taking a slower sip of her drink this time, letting his words settle before answering. the mention of honmoon didn’t phase her, but the plane? that made her jaw tense.

her thumb brushed instinctively along the edge of the markings just below her jawline — half-hidden by her hoodie, but definitely still there.

❝ you know a lot for someone who pretends not to care. ❞

not accusing. just... noticing.

❝ i don’t blame you, though. back then we were all a little unhinged, huh? maybe still are. but you’re right — people make some pretty amazing stuff. ❞

she raised her drink slightly.

❝ sugar pearls and oat milk? no way a demon thought of that. ❞

❝ i didn’t plan to see anyone. and yeah, maybe a different face would’ve been easier. but you’re not the worst one. ❞

she looked at him fully now, not with pity — just something surprisingly close to respect.

❝ at least you’re real. not pretending to be some savior. not trying to rewrite everything like none of it happened. ❞

a shrug. small. guarded.

❝ i can sit with that. ❞

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Okay, this is our biggest show you. The most songs. The most moves. Which means the most carb loading. For the fans! I need 10,000 calories to get through the choreo. A thousand percent . A gajillion percent. - KPop Demon Hunters - Directors: Maggie Kang, Chris Appelhans - June 20, 2025

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for half a second, she didn’t say anything. just blinked at him like he’d said something dangerous.

because he had.

her cheeks warmed instantly — which only pissed her off more. the whole point was to surprise him, not to turn into a puddle the second he opened his mouth.

she turned her face away just enough to act like she was adjusting her sleeve. classic deflection.

❝ okay, easy there, rom-com protagonist. ❞

but her voice had that tiny wobble in it — the one she got when she wasn’t sure if she wanted to shove him or pull him closer.

❝ i said notice it, not write me a love song. ❞

and yet... her fingers lifted, tucking a strand behind her ear, almost subconsciously — like maybe she wanted him to look at it again.

❝ it’s just hair, jinu. don’t get all poetic. ❞

she glanced at him sideways, eyes narrowed slightly — but not in anger. more like... you better mean that.

[ private starter for @5odapop | location: temple steps ]

she got there early. stupid early.

it wasn’t a mission, but she still paced like it was. up the temple steps, down again. fixed her sleeve. checked her reflection in the water basin. her hair was down — loose, soft, a little curled from the heat. no braid. no pins. no armor. just rumi.

and the second she saw him approaching, she tried so hard not to act like it meant anything.

❝ before you say anything... no, i didn’t hit my head. i just didn’t feel like tying it up today. ❞ a soft silence.

❝ not like i did it for you or anything. ❞

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I broke into a million pieces, and I can't go back But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like

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Rumi adjusted the mic on her cheek as the three of them stood in the cramped green room, the walls covered in peeling wallpaper and old posters from rookie concerts past. HUNTRIX had barely debuted a week ago, and yet here they were—invited to perform a pre-show set at the Idol Awards. It was exactly the kind of opportunity that shouldn’t have landed in their laps.

Which meant it had worked.

She watched Mira and Zoey apply their final touches of stage makeup in the cracked mirror. They were pros at this. Had to be. Their "agency" didn’t exist—just a few forged papers and a falsified streaming buzz planted by Gwi Ma’s lesser demons across a few hundred bot accounts. Manufactured momentum. Manufactured fame.

But the voices? The power? That was all real. Demon-born, stage-honed.

And it would be enough to get them close.

Behind her, the hum of the backstage crew picking up their radios signaled the countdown to the event’s first live broadcast. Mira handed her a compact; Rumi shook her head. Her look was already perfect—cool-toned eye shadow, glimmering silver liner, a gleam to her lips like frost.

“I heard the Saja Boys are opening the final act again this year,” Zoey said, not looking up as she fixed her earrings.

“Ironic,” Mira muttered, “considering they’re the reason we’re here.”

Rumi said nothing. She didn’t need to.

Jinu.

She had never seen him in person, but his name was unavoidable—buzzing through every hallway, whispered backstage like a spell. The golden boy. The voice of purity. The symbol of the barrier’s power. Rumi hated how familiar his image already felt. Billboards. Music shows. The way his fans talked about him like he wasn’t real.

But he was. And she would see to it that his story ended here.

That was the deal.

Destroy the Honmon. Bring Jinu to his knees. Deliver the city’s protection into Gwi Ma’s claws.

And in return?

No more memories of her family. No more flashes of their frightened faces when she’d chosen power. No more guilt gnawing through her every breath like rot under perfect skin.

Just silence. Just peace.

“You ready?” Mira asked, now standing beside her.

Rumi exhaled, rolling her shoulders back as the room door opened and a stagehand waved them forward.

Lights spilled in. Screams from the audience surged like a wave. Somewhere beyond the curtain, he was out there. Rumi’s heart didn’t race—she had trained that out of herself long ago.

“Let’s go,” she said.

With matching steps, the three walked toward the stage.

After all, every war had an opening number.

[ starter for: @jimseung | role reversal au | canon-divergent | heavy evil tension ]

location: demon world | mood: revenge, destroyed, snarky ⸻

The throne room burned with silent fury.

Ash floated in the air, the last traces of Gwi Ma’s failed demons smoldering on the obsidian floor. His voice echoed through the chamber like a war drum. “One boy,” he snarled, “with a sparkly mic and a purity complex brought down a full extraction team. If they protect the Honmoon any longer, we lose Seoul. We lose everything.”

From behind the towering doors, Rumi entered.

She walked forward with Mira and Zoey at her side—three silhouettes carved from stage light and shadow. Her voice cut clean through the thick air. “I have a plan.”

Gwi Ma raised a brow but said nothing.

“We’ll go to Seoul under disguise,” she said, calm and soft. “A brand-new girl group. No affiliations. Just three singing hopefuls looking for a shot.��� She met his gaze. “We’ll get close to Jinu. Close enough to destroy the Honmoon from within. Quiet. Controlled.”

He eyed her, his flames risen. “And what’s in it for you?”

“My memories,” she answered. “Erase them. Everything from before I joined you. The betrayal. My family. All of it.”

A slow grin broke across his face. “Still haunted by the ones you left behind, I see. Very well. Break me the Honmoon in ruins—and Jinu, broken—and your past is gone.”

She turned without another word, her heels echoing across the stone. Mira and Zoey followed silently, tension tight between them.

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Jinu trolling from the astral plane ✨