jjllmx

[jjllmx]

Setting my love free

Jinu x f!reader

Warnings : angst, mentions if death. Wc : 1.5k

A/n: decided to end the day by hurting everyone's feelings 🥰

Masterlist

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

AFTER THE HONMOON IS SEALED FOR GOOD, and after gwi ma's fall. He returned to the temporary house that you and him stayed in. The house felt a lot colder without you in it.

It's been 3 whole days since you were gone. 3 whole days since he left the bed.. 3 whole days since he last hear your voice, see your face, touched your skin. 3. whole. days. without you... is the worse punishment he ever received from his since.

He wanted to hear your voice one last time, wanted to feel your touch one last time, to feel your lips pressing against his skin, hearing your soft whispers of sweet-nothings and assurance to his ear one. Last. Time.

God how he missed you so so much.

If there's something he regretted more than anything in his afterlife; that's for not spending enough time with you.

Jinu laid on the bed motionlessly, his hand is balled against the sheets. He felt lost, incomplete, broken, destroyed. He doesn't know what to do not that you're not here with him. He's been so used to your presence that he no longer know what it's like without you with him.

He wants you back.

His throat tightened as tears burned his eyes again. He already cried so much that there are no more tears left for him to cry.

He doesn't have anyone left. The saja boys are dead too. The huntrix? Rumi? What would they want to do for a guy like him? Pathetic, hopeless, selfish, greedy man like him.

His face scrunched up in pain, hot tears trailed to the bridge if his nose as a sharp inhale came out of him. His throat bobber up and down as he swallowed his sobs—making it even more painful.

He unclenched his fists on the sheets to reveal the golden ring in his hold. The golden band that symbolizes the centuries of their bond, their love. But he discarded those away and for some what? For a girl he barely met? For freedom? How stupid of him, foolish, idiotic man he is to just threw away what is really valuable for infatuation and desire.

If he could turn back the time—he'd sure as hell to do better for you.

" I miss you... " he rasped, the tears refusing to stop. " I miss you so fucking much and I'm sorry... " he sobbed. His voice is hushed and raspy from hours or even days of crying.

" I should've—.. I should've listened to you.. I should've took your advice and maybe— we could've have a family if I weren't so—.. Fuck . " he sobbed, his body trembled and curled the the agony he felt. He pulled the ring closer to him, where his fingers touched his quivering lips.

" I'm sorry, I'm sorry.. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... y/n.. "

His cried grew louder as he slowly and painfully crumbled to the empty and cold room he once shared with his beloved wife.

Jinu never felt so destroyed than this, this pain felt different for him. He felt like—if he dealt with this pain longer—he'll die.

" come back to me please.. please come back to me.. come home.. " he begged the gods above to hear his plea.

" I'll do anything—.. Please come home.. Come back.. Yaebo please..

I love you. "

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

The next day, jinu woke up with a pounding headache and his throat burned.

With a soft groan, he slowly sat up on the bed with your ring still in his hand. He scooted back against the headboard of the bead, resting his back there as he released a heavy sigh.

He placed his free hand above his face, rubbing it with another small groan—a poor attempt to ease the headache.

If only you were still here, you would know how to take the pain away.

With a last heavy sigh he stood up and slid off the bed only to kick something under the bed.

He paused, " huh? "

His brows furrowed and completely slide off the bed and kneeled to the ground and peek under the bed to see a box.

'Has that always been here?' He thought and fished out the box effortlessly. He have never seen this box before. His chest tightened once again once he realized that this box is yours, and God knows what's in there.

With a heavy sigh, he placed the ring above the night stand and turned around to rest his back against the bed then placed the box above his lap then slowly opened it.

His eyes widened to see bunch old possession of hers and his in it, then a letter.

Jinu pulled each items our and he could feel tears began to burn in his eyes again.

There he got : her old hair pin, the wooden comb he gave her 4 centuries ago, withered flowers he gave her and many more, and then her old illustrations of him made by her. His lower lip trembled as he ran his finger tips through the paper with care and gentlees—afraid that it might break at too much pressure.

He carefully set those down aside then looked more in to the box, then he saw a letter, buried underneath those items.

The sealed still look a little fresh and new, so does the paper. Meaning—this is written not even too long ago.

Jinu hesitantly took the letter and carefully opened it then read the contents inside. His eyes slowly growing wide the longer he read— this is not just a normal letter—but a letter for your last goodbye.

When he finished reading, tears began to spill out of his eyes again as his free hand run up to the side of his hair, gripping to it as he cried and cried. He's wailing at this point while he cried for your name like a lost mantra. Hoping that if he called you more enough, cried for you hard enough.. You'll come back.

Jinu regretted not spending enough time with you despite having you beside him for 4 centuries. He regretted not loving you the way you deserved to be. He regretted no starting something with you when he had a chance. He regretted seeking for someone else comfort when he have you right there—waiting for him.

He felt so stupid, the stupidest man alive and God. He wanted nothing more but to have you by his side again, his wife, his beloved. His everything. He'd do anything just to have you back... Even if it costs him everything at all because he swore that this time... If there will be a chance—he ought to do a better husband for you.

' Dear my beloved jinu,

If your reading this, then that means I'm already dead. I didn't want to part ways like this but knowing you, I don't think you'd let me. Despite the fact that the both of us are already hurting.

Jinu, I want you to know that I do not regret every single moment I spent and gave for you. And I want you to not blame yourself to whatever choice I might do. I love you, jinu. And I'd do everything in my power to keep you happy and in peace.

I know that for the whole 4 centuries... I have been nothing but a constant reminder of your sin... your guilt and shame... and it pains me so that I could not do anything but to stay in distance from you just to keep the voices away.

I can not bear being far from you, my love. But my sole presence just destroying you more than ever and I certainly do not want that for you.

Jinu, my beloved jinu. My husband. I know that... you don't see me as the woman you used to see 400 years ago, nor have I the attention you used to give—but I want you to know that it is fine.

Even if it hurts, even if it wrecks me to see you with somebody else that is not me—it is fine. Because like I have said, I will do anything—anything at all just to keep you happy.

Even if.. I have to give you away, surrender you to Rumi.

Rumi is a nice woman, she's everything that I can not be. And I can never bring myself to resent her for taking your affection for me. After seeing that you are much happier with her than me.

I wish nothing more but the best for you, thank you for taking care of me, for taking me in as one of your family, and for loving me.

You will forever be my beloved musician, my husband. You will live forever in me.

If I were to ask one selfish request, that is to please...forget about me and live on. Use this chance and experience life without the guilt chaining you down. That is all I ask.

Take care of yourself my love. I love you, forevermore. Even when we are worlds apart.

Sincerely yours,

Y/N Kim. '

THE END

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

<Previous part.

[jjllmx]

Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 8)

HERE IS PART 8! Sorry I've been working on more music projects! (LMK If u wanna hear my cover of no seperation from heavens official blessing) THIS IS THE FAN SIGNING OF HUNTR/X AND SAJA BOYS! (PSA my tag list is full sorry guys! please enjoy sorry I'm late!

Previous

‘Alright boys, let's settle down.’ Jinu said, crossing his arms and walking towards the group.

‘Hm.’ The boys relented, easing their slightly intimidating stances.

‘So, the hunters are having a fan signing in two days hm?’ Beom narrowed his eyes, moving to his favourite spot on the couch, crossing his legs. Huh, kinda like a cat claiming its territory.

‘How long do those usually take?’ Rae took his place in Y/N’s gaming chair, turning to face where Y/N was standing in the kitchen.

‘Maybe half a day?’ Y/N supplied, still looking somewhat confused. She wasn’t entirely sure of what had just conspired around her.

‘I see.’ Min sat down to her left, resting his elbow on the marble countertop, his tone light.

‘Why?’ Y/N turned, looking at the oldest man who was running his fingers through his hair.

‘Might wanna pay you a visit is all.’ Min’s eyes glinted with mischievousness, his smirk saying everything she needed to hear.

‘You can’t kill them.’ Y/N poked Min’s cheek, drawn by his smooth, unblemished skin. She shook her head, moving toward her PC to turn it off.

To Min’s credit, he only turned a light shade of pink, as he brought his hand down to hover over the spot the girl had touched. His purple hair falling back into place as he savoured Y/N’s touch.

‘But you’re saying we can visit?’ Beom gave a devious smile, lifting his eyes from his phone momentarily.

‘You don’t even have the tickets to go to the fan signing.’ Y/N laughed, spinning around as her computer monitor turned black, standing to walk back to the kitchen.

‘Hm, I think you forget what we’re capable of.’ Beom’s eyes flashed a golden colour, before turning back into his humanesque eyes.  

‘That's true… I hear one of the body guard’s likes handsome men.’ Y/N looked amused, staring at Beom’s steadily reddening face.

‘NO, I MEANT HYPNOSIS.’ 

‘Ohh.’ Y/N chuckled, hiding her laughter behind her hand. ‘Yes of course Beom-ie. The hypnosis!’

‘How come Beom gets a nickname?’ Abel grunted, still standing behind Y/N.

‘Why are you still behind me?’ Y/N blinked, shifting her neck to glance at Abel.

‘Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answer to darlin’.’ He crossed his arms, eyes glinting with unspoken desire, moving to sit down on one of the counter chairs.

Y/N gave a confused look, as Jinu set down a bowl of soup in front of her with a clink. The soup’s scent wafted toward her, hearty, warm and inviting.

‘Jinu, if you do this for me everyday I might as well make you my wife for real.’ Y/N let a breath of content out, picking up her spoon and digging in. A peaceful smile spread over her lips, letting the soothing broth slide down her throat.

‘Are you proposing?’ Rae chuckled. ‘You know that marrying Jinu would mean marrying all of us too?’

‘That is true. We’re a package deal.’ Jinu gave a forlorn smile, before looking at his friends with the same soft smile.

‘Huh, having five pretty husbands is better than one!’ Y/N joked, completely missing the flash of hope, resonating off of the men’s faces.

‘Hmm, I won’t let you forget this.’ Jinu whispered, watching as Y/N brushed her thumb finger over her lips.

‘Hmm? Did’ya say something?’ Y/N asked, standing to get herself another bowl of soup.

‘The rice is ready. Have a bowl of that and soup, then you have to go to bed. You’ve been awake for too long.’ The black haired man replied, without missing a beat.

‘Mmh, what are you, my mother?’ Y/N whined, as her bowl was taken gently from her hands by Abel, who was now scooping rice into it.

‘No, we’re your wives, remember?’ Min said, his head laying to rest on his arm. 

‘And such pretty wives you’ll make!’ Y/N nodded, thanking Abel with a nod, as the muscular man gently set down her last bowl of food.

The room began to blur, as Y/N continued to pick up her spoon. Listening to the men chatter around her, slowly becoming a lullaby. Dozing off was inevitable, seeing as she had definitely overworked herself 

‘Shh, look, she’s nodded off again.’ A voice whispered, soft and teasing.

‘Y/N does realise we’re men right? Even worse, we’re demons. Does she have no care for her own safety.’ Beom sighed, walking toward the girl who had fallen asleep.

The youngest man bent his knees, sliding his arm under Y/N’s legs, putting an arm under her back. He gently slid the girl from her sleeping position, bringing Y/N to the ensuite in her room.

Y/N had two toothbrushes for some reason, an electric one and a regular one. Beom opted for the electric one, seeing as it would be easier to brush Y/N’s teeth that way. He chuckled at the cartoon stickers on the toothbrush.

‘Come on open up.’ Beom muttered, wetting Y/N’s toothbrush, applying a mint toothpaste. 

Beom gently pulled Y/N’s jaw down, turning the electric toothbrush on to the lowest setting, brushing over Y/N’s teeth gently.

‘Okay Y/N-ie. Time to rinse.’ He whispered, ‘Spit it out.’ 

Y/N gargled the water weakly, before spitting it out back into the sink.

‘That’s my girl.’ Beom smiled, picking Y/N back up, walking out of the bathroom.

Laying Y/N on her bed, Beom took notice of another presence in her room.

‘Don’t forget to wipe her face.’ Min walked forward with a warm towel.

‘Thanks Min 형.’ Beom held his hands out, as the oldest man placed the warm town into his grasp.

‘It’s nice to see you taking care of someone else now, for a change Beom-ie.’ Min gave a subtle smile, patting the youngest on the head. 

Centuries ago, when they took in Beom. They had found him, hollow and void of emotion in the underworld. It genuinely was heartwarming to see that Beom had developed his own sense of compassion. Gwi-ma had made it almost impossible to have any emotions other than shame and anger. 

The underworld was his pen of cattle, ready for disposal at any moment. His demons no more than play things for him to pass the time as the Honmoon drew closer and closer to being closed.

And yet, there was something these five boys had since long lost. 

Hope

Hope in the form of a girl, who had freed Abel and Beom.

Hope that ignited a spark in them that had been extinguished for centuries.

‘Urgh.. I’m still hungry,’ Y/N whined, in a half asleep state, opening her eyes slightly to spot the purple haired man.

‘You can eat tomorrow morning. No one’s taking your food. Come on now, it’s time to sleep.’ Min hushed the girl, placing a reassuring hand on Y/N’s face.

‘Thanks for taking care of me Beom. You too Min.’ Y/N brought her hand up to touch Min’s hand, for a brief second. ‘Min, you have such pretty eyes.’

A flash of white blue and gold. Just like the one Beom and Abel had experience. A ripple of iridescent colour echoed through Min’s patterns as Y/N’s hand fell limply to her side.

‘Wha-’

‘Shh!’ Beom hushed the older man, quickly putting a hand over his mouth. 

‘Wah wash dat.’ Min mumbled, gently peeling Beom’s hands off his mouth, staring incredulously at the now lightly snoring girl.

‘That was what caused Gwi-ma to think we were dead.’ Beom looked at Y/N, heaving a sigh. ‘Me and Abel also felt the same spark. Although, we aren’t sure what causes it.’

‘But how could she just-’

‘She also doesn't know. Y/N said that it could be something to do with the fact that she was meant to be a hunter.’

‘Meant to be?’ Min looked confused.

‘Yes, meant to be. She can see the Honmoon and see the lines but apparently she can’t use spirit power to create a weapon.’ Beom explained, pushing Min out of the room with his hands. ‘She also said we had to stay quiet. Jinu wouldn’t be happy if he found out this was possible.’

‘But what if Jinu found out he could be free too? I can ignore Gwi-ma but he's actually just not in my head anymore. He’s completely gone!’ Min whispered excitedly, looking as if he had been healed from a century long headache.

Beom paused, contemplating his response.

‘But you heard him, he said Y/N was just a means to an end.’ 

‘Right…’ 

‘Is she asleep?’ The mentioned man piped up, startling Beom and Min as they eased the bedroom door shut.

‘Yeah, she’s down for the night.’ Beom recovered quickly, smoothing out his handsome face from its momentary, anxious display.

‘That's good.’ Jinu nodded, before slinging his arm around Beom. ‘I grabbed a bowl of soup for you. You better drink every drop of it.’

‘Did you-’

‘I put extra salt in it just how you like it.’ Jinu nodded, crossing his arms triumphantly

‘Okey I’ll eat it.’ Beom power walked over to the kitchen, forgetting about the previous situation. His mind was now focused on the bowl of soup waiting for him in the kitchen. 

‘Two hundred years and he still enjoys salty food.’ Min shook his head, looking amused.

‘Wasn’t salt used as a trading tool back in your day grandpa?’ Jinu jeered, nudging his oldest friend with his elbow teasingly. 

‘Why you little.’ Min quickly twisted Jinu into a playful headlock, dragging him to the kitchen.

‘Hey, hey! I was kidding! Come on grandpa, it’s time to go back to the retirement home!’ Jinu continued, as Min released him.

‘You brat.’ Min gave a soft snort, shaking his head.

–

The fan signing came, Y/N had spent the morning pleading to the men to leave the Hunter/x girls unharmed.

Honestly, she wasn't sure how they were going to get into the fan signing. They didn't camp out like the movie, they had spent the morning pestering Y/N, wanting her to stay home.

‘Guys, I promised to go. They're my friends.’ Y/N sighed, staring at the downcast group. They genuinely hated the idea of Y/N being anywhere near Huntr/x. Not because the girls were hunters, but because they seemed to also share an interest in what the Saja Boys had already deemed as their girl.

‘Are we not your friends?’ Min whispered, as if not wanting to know the answer.

‘What? Yes. Okay look, if I let the tiger-’

‘Derpy.’ Jinu cut in, looking hopeful.

‘Okay, if I let Derpy come with me, will you guys stop pouting.’ Y/N said, trying to fight a smile, watching five handsome men speak in hushed whispers. Deciding amongst each other of this was good enough for them.

‘Okay. But can we come if we don't kill Hunter/x?’ Rae asked, his dark lavender eyes were wide, pleading.

‘HAH. If you can somehow get in, sure! You underestimate their staff.’ Y/N turned around, walking towards her front door to pull on her shoes. Derp had since appeared out of a portal, striding over to Y/N, rumbling a question for pets. One that Y/N happily gave, giving Derpy scritches under his chin.

Five pairs of eyes, flashed bright yellow for a second from behind Y/N, all filled with a touch of deviousness.

‘I’m heading out now!’ Y/N called out, blissfully unaware of the challenge that she had unknowingly issued. ‘Come on sweetheart, we’re gonna go meet my friends!’

‘Oh, we are so crashing that stupid fansign.’ Beom smirked, watching Y/N wave as the elevator doors closed.

–

‘Alright, team! I know everything is Saja, Saja, Saja. But we’re gonna turn it, Huntr/x, Huntr/x, Huntr/x!’ Bobby cheered, the three girls stretched as Y/N walked into the room.

‘Y/N/N!’ The girls chorused, standing up from their table.

‘Hey girls! I’m here!’ Y/N walked over, letting herself be enveloped in a group hug. ‘Hey Bobby! Hope you’re doing well!’

‘I’m doing good! Glad to see you’re up and awake!’ Bobby replied, before looking around, checking if anything else needed organising.

‘We’re so glad you’re here! We missed you so much!’ Zoey chirped, dragging Y/N to stand behind where the girls were sitting.

‘Zoey, it’s only been like a day and a half max.’ Mira chuckled before adding, ‘No but for real, we have missed you.’

‘You’re still down to have us over after the fan sign right?’ Rumi asked, eyes round and earnest.

‘Of course! We can have dinner and then come back to mine to record!’ Y/N nodded, giving Rumi a soft pat on the head.

‘Oh my gosh, I want a headpat too!’ Zoey whined, grabbing Y/N’s other hand, placing it on top of her own head.

‘You’re so cute Zoey.’ Y/N gave a soft hearted grin, patting Zoey’s head.

‘Okay girls! These fans have been sleeping on the sidewalk all night for this! Let’s get started!’ Bobby smiled, watching the interaction.

‘Happy fans, Happy Honmoon!’ The girls whispered, clinking their pens together.

‘Alright, let's bring ‘em in!’ Bobby called out to the security, as the doors opened.

Y/N frowned as she watched five sleeping bags huddle to the front of the line. Surely it wasn’t… Wait, how did the boys show up in the movie again? Y/N put her finger to her chin, tapping it thoughtfully.

‘And who should I make this out to?’ Rumi hummed, without looking up.

‘To Y/N’s biggest fans.’ A hauntingly familiar voice said.

‘Oh no…’ Y/N slapped a hand on her forehead in disbelief as the boys dropped their sleeping bags, jumping into a quick group pose.

‘It’s the Saja Boys!’ The fans chorused, cheering excitedly.

The three Huntr/x girls let out a collective groan, snapping their pens. Y/N however, gave a menacing glare (as menacing as she could). Staring at the demon boy band. In return, the group of boys beamed at her, finding Y/N’s anger to be akin to a puppy throwing a tantrum.

‘It is an honor.’ Bobby gave a fake smile. ‘Table, now!’

‘Joint signing!’ The fans gasped, half of them moving to the other table.

‘We’d lose half the fans?’ Rumi gaped.

‘The Saja Boys will sit with us!’ Mira called out, displaying a fake, yet beautiful smile, whilst Zoey waved unenthusiastically.

‘Genius.’ Bobby smiled, tears running down his eyes.

‘Same table?’ The fans said in hushed whispers.

‘Y/N’s ours.’ Rae snickered, sitting next to Mira.

‘Y/N called me cute not even five minutes ago.’ Zoey bragged, taking a jab at Beom who was reluctantly sitting down next to her.

‘Yeah? Well she called me handsome.’ Beom spat back, crossing his arms, face twisted in a somehow still attractive scowl.

‘Hey Y/N.’ Jinu smiled, coming to sit on the chair Y/N was standing in front of. Y/N couldn’t see his face but she could practically hear the smugness dripping off his tongue.

‘Jinu…’ Y/N sighed, as Derpy rubbed his body on Y/N’s legs, having reappeared now that the Huntr/x girls were facing forward.

‘So, apparently you’re part demon.’ Jinu whispered to the girl who was glaring knives into the side of his face.

‘Yeah, and?’ Rumi snarled, signing a poster and handing it to a fan with a smile.

‘I didn’t think you’d share that with your friends.’

‘Oh, no! I love sharing.’ Rumi rolled her eyes, wanting to keep her cool in front of Y/N and her fans.

‘If only I could smash in your demon face right now.’ Mira growled at Abel, signing a poster before changing her face to one of gratitude for the fan. ‘Thanks for coming!’ 

‘Oh, is that so?’ Jinu snickered, leaning back to look at Y/N. ‘Y’hear that husband?’

‘Jinu! Hush!’ Y/N whined, pushing Jinu’s head back up to its natural position. 

‘Are you two whispering?’ A fan asked, looking at Y/N and Jinu with a smile.

‘Uh-’ Y/N panicked, darting her eyes between Jinu and the fan.

‘Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me!’ She pointed to her shirt, a drawing of Y/N and Jinu together with a shipname.

‘Wha-’

‘Thanks so much!’ Jinu beamed, whilst Rumi fumed, scribbling her autograph onto a poster.

‘We’re not-’ Y/N protested, as the fan left, replaced by another person.

‘Did you know Y/N’s seen us shirtless before?’ Abby jeered quietly, provoking Mira.

‘Yeah? Did she run away from how ugly you are?’ Mira sneered, signing another poster, her pen almost breaking from the sheer force behind it.

‘Mm, she’s so cute isn’t she?’ Rae hummed loud enough for Y/N to hear, signing his own poster.

‘Rae, shh.’ Y/N put a finger to her lips, a heat creeping up her neck.

‘Anything for you, my dear.’ He grinned, enjoying the reaction he received.

‘Y/N will never like you more than me.’ Zoey hissed, before beaming at another fan, handing them their signed poster. ‘Thanks so much for supporting us!’

‘Yeah? Well I can be cute, but you can’t be handsome.’ Beom grinned maliciously.

‘I could so be handsome.’ Zoey said indignantly, turning to look at Y/N. 

‘Y/N! Do you think I could be handsome?’ 

Y/N looked puzzled, not entirely sure of what was being asked of her.

‘I think you could be handsome if you want to, Zoey. Why?’ She tilted her head, blinking.

‘Nothing! Love you Y/N!’ Zoey smiled victoriously.

‘Y/N, who do you think is cuter! Me or this person.’ Beom asked, shoving Zoey discreetly.

‘Beom, come on, behave.’ Y/N walked over, smoothing down the boy’s hair quickly in an attempt to calm him down. At the same time, she placed a warm hand on Zoey’s shoulder, effectively reassuring Zoey.

Derpy gave a rumble, which seemed to be a laugh.

‘Yeah, I’m glad this is amusing to you.’ Y/N chuckled quietly, walking back to her spot behind Jinu.

‘Yeah? Well we’re going over tonight to Y/N’s apartment so beat that.’ Rumi huffed, before smiling at another fan.

‘You’re not gonna like what-’ Jinu began as Y/N put a gentle hand on his back, halting him instantly. The man stilled at Y/n’s touch, turning slightly to spot Y/N shaking her head.

‘Uh, well, she’d have more fun with us.’ Jinu restated, understanding the meaning behind Y/n’s touch. The way Y/n’s hand lingered on his back, set a small flame of comfort, flicking in his chest.

‘Well too bad.’ Rumi smiled triumphantly. ‘She’s ours.’

‘Yeah, for tonight.’ Jinu bit back, slouching slightly in defeat.

‘I don’t get a say in this do I?’ Y/N raised an eyebrow, as Derpy circled figure eights against her legs.

‘Of course you do Y/N!’ Both said in unison, before glaring at each other.

‘Oh boy…’ Y/n sighed, before backing away from the two leaders, who seemed to be ready to start another argument.

--

Tag list: @ajunoiseee @silverklaus @thesimppotato11 @devilchicc @imlost-sendhelp @tumblblob @arieslucy @maybeethan69 @t4naiis @6demonica9 @suzieq1948374 @katzline @justyourlocalfriendlydinosaur @1950schick @myjerseygirlblog @sky2lar @itsjustkhaos @nevermorekisses @valeriele3 @yoongi-tunes @reibelhearts @satansdaughter123 @iheartyourgrandpa @justanindiangirl12 @uniquecutie-puffs @xyndyn @akiqvq @brightestflame @vivian-555 @oscars-wifeyyy @maybeethan69 @violetraccoon-4 @kanaes-world @chaos-inperson @ermespop @hisashifrey @venommie @booakaisha @lyunsafebubble @mimiu3usoft @doodle-with-rhy @lycemagee @sightofaghost @polinazavialova @singlepringle4you @reallynotsoconfident @confusedparticle @blackstar-gazer @gl00muraaii @latisthegenderfluidwannabealone

@marley1773 @poem-bee @girlypopmymelody @deyshayk14 @mysticalpandora @crescent-z @mothraantics @baby-bread-in @bubbabobabubbles @needsleep3000 @strayharmony943 @frootloopscos @briceericeee @n1ght5h4d3-24 @portrait-ninja @yucanbmylxdy @tatsuri-zomushiki @zoeyella1-4 @tanspostsblog @pixiedustaddictsblog @smoophie @leaheclipse @st3f13ily @odessa-is-my-queen @kyouzki @truth-snake @centavosmisteryoso11cent1 @dragongirl642 @moonymoo1 @lovemiss-vale

@pandaquick @emberswithers @raineandcl0uds @lonely-nerd-sodaholic @fantasyhopperhea @thesehandsarerated-e @mel3484 @sweetprincesscomputer @itoshiism @doodle-with-rhy @itsberrydreemurstuff @airwolf92 @sweatydazeshark-blog @anteroz @maryloudiaries @anything-and-everything-here69 @moosshroom @sleepyallthetimedontknowwhy @seung185 @sashagaming1012 @confused-smol-fan @dinoplantsghost @prettylittlelavvy @rory1939 @luffysprincess @bethleeham

@julianne1024 @rauvolfioideae @asakiyu @junebuggz @esposamultifandom @celesteelysia @prorpy @nonetheartist @historygeekqueen @anonymoustext @jamaicanqueen007 @amery-benson-cvii @scoliobean @angelkazusstuff @p1nkpaperstars @candlewitch-cryptic

TAG LIST IS FULL FOLLOW POST FOR UPDATES!

[jjllmx]

Fame

You and your twin brother a rising singers in the city of Seoul but what your fans didn’t know was that the both of you were demons luring fans into giving you their souls so your master can be fed. But there’s competition for your number one spot will the two of you be able to keep your spot as number 1?

Y’all already know what song I’m about to put for this fic

Looking for something… yeah ohhh

Yeah!

FAME!

The stadium was practically vibrating at the bass of the music. “I’m gonna live forever” your fans, hypnotized by your voices pushed closer and closer to the stage “I’m gonna learn how to fly!” You and your twin strutted towards opposite sides reaching down and satisfying your fans “I feel it coming together” you sang feeling their souls exiting their bodies “People will see me and cry”.

You smiled sinisterly feeling their souls fly towards your master behind you taking the place of the sparklers. “I’m gonna make it to heaven” your brother sang as you both reached towards the sky with your hands with a look of longing. “Light up the sky like a flame” You looked back at your master's sparklers growing bigger and bigger with the newfound strength. “ I’m gonna live forever”

“Baby remember my name”

Click

“Their demons,” Mira said clenching her fists “They haven’t shown their patterns though how about we just wait it out for a second to make sure” Rumi reasoned “Rumi’s right we don’t know for sure how about we take a closer look?” Zoey offered as she ate her chips in her robes. “Not today though this couch is too comfy to get up from” she sighed sinking deeper into the couch.

“Zoey” “okay fine!”

Now in their disguises, they walked the streets of Seoul coming across a crowd surrounding a group of…boys? Oh, they’re debuting but something seemed off and there it was they flashed their patterns these well-dressed pastel-colored coordinated boys were stealing the souls of the local public! “They’re demons” “magicians! Oh yeah, totally demons” “So we have 7 very well-known demons on our hands”.

Now in their demon-hunting outfits, they decided to go after the Saja boys first believing that once the bigger group was down it be a piece of cake to take down you and your brother. Oh, how they were wrong it took all of their energy just chasing them around the bathhouse.

Fortunately, Rumi and Juni were able to agree right before the idol awards to help them win so the five of them could live a normal life but now they had to worry about the number one singers in Seoul you and your brother who so happened to be performing at the idol awards right before them.

“We’re almost there just a few more souls and I’ll be back to full strength” your master spoke through your vanity then faded away “I don’t want to do this” your brother sighed sinking into the bean bag chair “I know but she’s the only way to us living amongst humans” you sighed “as soon as it’s over with we can go out to eat as humans” you smiled.

Suddenly the intercom in your shared rooms blared “Twins you’re on in 15!” Said some member of the stage crew “All alright let’s get this over with” your brother sighed getting up and walking to your vanity “How do I look?” You asked standing up twirling in your tight mini dress open-toe heels and fluffy cropped jacket your hair styled in a high ponytail with your natural hair flowing down to the back of your knees. “Stunning but I still don’t know how you keep up with all of this hair” he spoke taking your hands in his “For a new life?” “For a new life.”

“And now introducing ____ and ____!” The host yelled walking off the stage as the crowd roared with cheers you sprinkled some dust in the fog machines to get a few souls but not for it to be noticeable you and your brother didn’t need much. You moved to the platform where your brother stood as the intro to your song began while the platform slowly arose and you sung.

“Looking for something…… yeah ohhhh!”

“Yeah”

“Fame!”

The both of you rose up to the level of the stage and began walking towards the middle “I’m gonna live forever!” “I’m gonna learn how to fly!”

“So that’s them?” Jinu asked staring at you specifically instead of your twin “She’s kinda pretty” Romance hummed smirking “Focus these two are our biggest threats” Rumi spoke.

“I feel it coming together, people will see me and cry!” You sang dancing with your twin “I’m gonna make it to heaven! Light up the sky like a flame” You and your twin walked towards opposite sides of the stage “I’m gonna live forever baby remember my name” You slowed down your singing to match the music.

“Alright now’s our time to strike,” Mira said getting up with the rest of the idols following close behind “First we cut the wires to the speakers so the crown will barely be able to hear them” Zoey spoke cutting the wires with one of her daggers “and if that doesn’t work?” Abby asked “Then we’ll have to get on the stage and battle it out” Mira shrugged “Now let’s see if the crowd can still hear them”.

The group ushered back to the side of the stage it took a minute for your mics to go out but when they did you looked over at your brother tapping his mic shrugging you grunted quietly as your patterns showed for a split second “So they are demons” Mira said cracking her knuckles.

You signaled to your brother as the part for you to begin singing came your eyes glowed green as you began using your demon voice “All my greatness, it doesn’t come for free”

“Okay, we have to stop this now!” Rumi yelled to the others “You five dummies go evacuate the arena and we’ll handle them” she yelled over the music wielding her sword “Did she just call us dummies?” One of the boys asked as they ran away from the stage.

“All my talent it doesn’t grow on trees take a breather you’ll take it all away”

“If the tops where you wanna stay!” Your voice rose to a higher pitch

���You gotta work hard to make it look easy!”

“How are we gonna get them to stop?” Zoey asked “I have an idea!” Rumi spoke” Remember when we did archery at the training grounds? Let’s get to that side of the arena and shoot them down!” “That…actually might work!” Mira admitted

“You gotta live fast to keep making that money!”

“If you want to be as famous as me you gotta work gotta work gotta work!”

“Alright aim then fire!” Rumi commanded as they shot 6 magical arrows toward you and your twin. Luckily you saw them coming and dogged them while protecting your oblivious brother “Watch out for those arrows” you whispered in his ear while whirling him to the other side of the stage “Thank you” he mouthed

“You gotta work hard” and “I’m gonna live forever!” you and your brother overlapped your lyrics while simultaneously dodging the arrows “Keep makin that money” “learn how to fly!”

“If you want to be as famous as me you gotta work, gotta work, gotta work!”

“The crowds leaving why is that?” You heard your master demand in your earpiece “I don’t know” you gritted your teeth “Take the ones at the bottom it’s more than enough” “Very well”

You snapped out of your daze “You gotta work hard to make it look easy” “If the tops where you wanna stay!” You and your brother met in the middle of the stage “You gotta live fast to keep making that money!”

“If you want to be as- baby remember my name!” You sang as the platform rose higher and higher not noticing Rumi aiming precisely at your neck and firing.

Suddenly you were cut off from your singing with an arrow lodged in your throat.

TO BE CONTINUED

Ahh my first time writing for these divas my writings kinda shaky cause I wrote all of this on my phone but I’ll try to get part two out as quickly as possible!!!

[jjllmx]

I’ve sadly seen no one do this; what the freak!!

Saja Boys x Ado!reader. Some of her songs, maybe crime and punishment, surpass the Saja Boys and they go to her concert to see her preform or something idk. I love Ado. 💔 And I really wanna know their reaction of why people would want to hear and adore some girl screaming her heart out. They can all be separate! You can write anything you want. Stay safe and write well. <3

AHHHH! I love Ado-san so I'm so glad someone asked. I swear, her vocals make me wanna- AGHHGHHH!!!

SAJA BOYS x ADO!READER

Genre(s): Idol AU • Slight Jealousy • Amazement • Hints of Romance

Reader is a solo artist/utaite (I love utaite), mysterious and faceless like Ado, known for intense vocals and heavy emotion in her music.

It started with a rumor.

"Hey, have you heard of the new artist? She doesn't show her face, just raw fucking vocals. People are saying her voice could tear through souls!"

Baby laughed as soon as he heard that. "Yeah right. What, like she screams and people cry?"

But then he listened. So did the others.

And then… they found themselves standing in the crowd at your first live concert—an exclusive, eerie venue full of fog, shifting lights, and fans screaming your name.

You walked out, face still hidden in shadows, mic in hand.

And then you sang.

It wasn’t just a sound. It was vengeance. Pain. Justice.

Your voice cracked and roared, shrieked and spiraled, soft and haunting one second—raw and roaring the next.

And the Saja Boys stood frozen, in awe, as the crowd moved around them like a rising storm.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Jinu

He was emotional the second you opened your mouth.

He could tell you weren't just performing-you were breathing, healing, breaking, surviving, and somehow your pain made everyone else feel less alone.

When you screamed near the climax of your last song-tears glittering under the lights and all-Jinu placed a hand over his heart.

Afterward, he bought all your albums, claiming they were just for reference.

And if he ever met you, he'd bow his head with the quiet reverence of someone meeting a saint and a sinner trapped in one beautiful body.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Romance

He loves music, but he loves being adored even more. So he was quite cocky going in, joking:

"Let's see if this girl deserves to stand next to me."

Then you started to sing.

God damn, you started to sing.

It felt like you weren't performing for attention-you were ripping open your chest and letting the world see the beautiful blood.

He was absolutely shaken.

You might as well sucked the soul out of his body.

Later that night, he watches fancams of the concert with headphones on max volume and glossy eyes.

He's not threatened by your popularity-he's so deeply moved.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Abby

Bro stood with his arms crossed at the back of the venue like, "Okay, let's see what the hype is."

Literally seconds in, his jaw clenched, heart racing, lip twitching.

He doesn't know why, but your vocals stir anger and ache in him. You sound like everything he's never been allowed to say, and that gratifies him like nothing else.

After the concert, he pretends it wasn't a big deal.

That is until Baby asks, "Abby, you good?"

"...Yeah. Just thinking about her vocals. How does a soul like her sing like that?"

Starts listening to your music in the gym, claiming it "gets him hyped", but in reality, he's just emotionally obsessed with your voice.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Mystery

He was already a fan. Secretly. No one needed to know he secretly liked Jpop when he was in a kpop boy band.

He listened to your songs at night, laying on his back, staring the ceiling. Your voice made him feel, made him wonder if demons could really feel as deeply as humans, wonders if he could ever feel as deeply as he did when he was human.

At the concert, he never moved. Not even once.

Arms were crossed, eyes locked at your silhouette.

His expression is blank, unreadable, but underneath his hair, his pupils were wide. Every lyric etched itself into his bones.

When someone asked him later what he thinks of you, he simply replies with, "She doesn't just scream, she screams truth."

And that truth sounded like beautiful knives wrapped in silk.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Baby

"WHO IS THIS GIRL? WHY IS SHE SCREAMING?! WHY IS IT MAKING ME FEEL THINGS?!?"

He's completely overwhelmed, in a good way, of course. At first, he just laughs at the idea of you. Singing but hiding your face? What were you hiding?

Then the first chorus of Crime and Punishment hits, your vocals breaking through the speakers like a soldier's war cry.

Bro goes silent.

By the end of the show, he was no longer laughing. He was just staring, stunned. He couldn't even suck his lolipop propperly.

“She sounds like she’s screaming for someone to save her and kill her at the same time. That’s… kinda hot.”

Bro wants to collab with you. Like, please let him do a duet with you. He's on his knees.

Author's notes: I made the banner. Don't they look so cute? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

[jjllmx]

What if reader has a younger family member that calls them unni/noona/hyung/oppa? Or... the dreaded eomma/appa! Your choice of group, or you can mix and match!

Thank you for your request! This idea was so cute—I had way too much fun with it 😭 I literally rolled a dice so each one ended up with something different LMAO. Here you go! 💌

🌙Saja Boys x Reader "Why Are They Calling You That?"

Reader’s younger family member (or kid) calling them Eomma / Appa / Unni / Oppa / Hyung

--------------------

🧿 Jinu 

He was carefully bandaging his arm when a small voice drifted from the hallway:

“Eomma… can I have banana milk?”

You blinked, “One sec, baby.”

Jinu froze mid-wrap.

“Wait. Eomma? As in… mother??”

You turned slowly. “Yes?”

He stared like you’d just told him you were a dragon in disguise.

There was a pause, then a small kid padded out and clung to your leg, rubbing their eyes.

You crouched, cooing. “Say hi. This is Jinu—he’s the one with the big crow and the tiger plushie you liked.”

The kid looked up at him. “You look like a cartoon.”

Jinu, utterly frozen: “I’m having an existential crisis.”

Later, he sat with the kid watching cartoons, showing off Derpy tricks. His demon mark glowed warmly every time the kid called him “Samchon Jinu,” even if he didn’t say it out loud.

--------------------

💪 Abby 

The moment your younger brother burst in shouting, “HYUNG!!” Abby choked on his protein shake.

“You’re… their older brother?!”

You shrugged. “By six years, yeah.”

“But you’re—” He looked you up and down. “You don’t act like a hyung.”

Your brother grinned. “That’s ’cause they’re nice. You’re scary.”

Abby melted instantly.

“Who, me? Scary?? Aigooo, no no no—come here!”

He bent down to pick the kid up like a toddler, despite them being ten.

You muttered, “Please don’t break my brother.”

Abby grinned. “Too late. I’ve adopted him. I’m hyung now.”

--------------------

📚 Mystery 

Your little sister spotted him through the window and gasped.

“Who is that?”

You glanced. “That’s Mystery. Part of the team. Don’t stare—he gets twitchy.”

Too late. She’d slipped out the door and walked straight up to him, hands clasped behind her back.

“Are you my unnie’s boyfriend?”

Mystery blinked. “…No.”

She pouted. “Too bad. You’re the hottest one.”

He blinked again, visibly short-circuiting.

You stormed out. “NO—”

From then on, your sister only called him “Mystery-oppa,” even though he never spoke to her and looked terrified when she waved.

--------------------

💋 Romance

You were mid-healing salve when a voice chirped behind you, “Unni, do you have more spicy seaweed snacks?”

Romance paused mid-flirt.

“…Unni?”

You smiled. “Yup.”

He leaned in, whispering, “You… have a sibling?”

You nodded. “Moved in with me.”

He softened instantly. “That’s hot. Like—not hot hot. But emotionally hot.”

Your younger sister peeked out. “Is that the pretty one?”

Romance gasped dramatically. “The pretty one?! Darling, you flatter me.”

She giggled and called him “Flower Oppa” the whole night.

He ate it up like candy.

--------------------

🔥 Baby 

You were wrestling a medical kit closed when a small, barefoot kid sprinted by yelling, “APPA!!! You said you’d play Mario Kart!!”

Baby stared. “Appa??”

You sighed. “It’s complicated.”

He blinked. “You… a dad?”

“Technically no. But I raised them. They started calling me that.”

The kid launched into your lap and eyed Baby curiously.

“Are you Appa’s boyfriend?”

Baby’s face went beet red. “NO?! I—I mean—WH—what is a boyfriend?!”

“Someone who feeds Appa spicy food and looks at them all dreamy.”

You muttered, “…I hate this household.”

Later, Baby played Mario Kart with them. And let them win. Once.

--------------------

M-List

[jjllmx]

The Manager’s Guide to Demon Boybands: A Witch’s Oath

Unplanned, Unveiled

Chapter6/Chapter7/Chapter8

The rig shouldn’t have fallen.

The safety cables were checked. Twice.

But in the blink of an eye, half the lighting grid groaned, tilted and crashed toward the stage where she stood with her clipboard.

She didn't have time to react.

A force slammed into her side, knocking her off her feet just before metal met flesh. Sparks flew. The air snapped hot with the smell of singed rubber and burning plastic.

---------------------------------

You hit the floor, hard.

Eyes opening in time to see the stage split with a roar and Abby, arms braced above him, holding up the half-collapsed rig like it weighed nothing. Muscles bulging, veins dark against his skin, his jaw clenched with inhuman focus.

Behind him, Romance, one hand glowing faintly crimson, stood among the wreckage. The steel beneath his fingers hissed and bent-melted, actually reshaping just enough to push the collapsed structure off to the side.

Neither of them looked human just then.

Not exactly.

Not enough.

you stayed still, blinking.

Abby looked down, eyes wide with panic. “Are you okay?! Manager-nim—did it hit you?”

“No,” she said, breathless. “I’m fine.”

He exhaled. Relief softened his features. He knelt beside her, still flushed, still glowing faintly around the shoulders.

“Don’t move yet,” he said. “You might be in shock.”

“Did you—” she started, her voice too calm, too steady. “You caught it. You held it.”

Romance crouched near them now, brushing soot off his sleeves like he’d just stepped out of a photo shoot instead of a near-death disaster. “Technically he held it. I just... discouraged it from falling further.”

“Discouraged it?” she echoed.

Romance smiled crookedly. “You know. With my hands. And maybe a little fire.”

She sat up. Dust clung to her blazer. Her eyes scanned the stage—everyone else had cleared out or was yelling for emergency staff. But these two weren’t panicking.

They weren’t pretending anymore, either.

Abby opened his mouth. Closed it. Then sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand still glowing faintly with heat. “Okay. So… uh. This is gonna sound crazy—”

“She’s not screaming,” Romance cut in, sounding almost offended.

“I know she’s not screaming.”

“She’s just staring. Like she expected this.”

“I didn’t expect it,” You said softly. “But I’m not scared.”

That threw them both off.

Abby shifted uncomfortably. “You should be. Not because we’d hurt you—we wouldn’t—but most humans don’t take this well. Finding out their clients are—”

“Not normal?” You supplied.

Romance chuckled. “Understatement. We’re not exactly in your company handbook.”

“Clearly,” she muttered. Then blinked. “You’re telling me you’re not human.”

“We’re demons,” Abby said, finally, gently. “Not… hellfire and pitchforks demons. But still demons. And we’ve been trying to keep that part quiet.”

Romance leaned in, tone teasing but cautious. “So... this the part where you run? Or call the Vatican?”

You looked at them both. At the wariness in Abby’s face. At the easy grin that didn’t quite mask Romance’s tension.

You thought of the prophecy.

Of five flames. Of your oath. And you smiled—small, tired, but real.

“I think I need a coffee,” she said. “And probably a new lighting tech.” Romance blinked. “You’re still not screaming.”

“Should I be?”

Abby looked floored. “You’re seriously not going to quit?”

“I don’t have time to quit. You have a showcase in three weeks and at least two of you don’t know your left from your right when dancing.” There was a pause. Then Romance laughed—a real one, unguarded. “I like her,” he said.

“Me too,” Abby muttered, standing and offering her his hand. She took it.

“Can we... pretend this conversation didn’t happen?” he asked. “For the others. For now.”

“Sure,” she said. “But maybe... next time something like this happens, give me a little warning?”

“No promises,” Romance grinned.

They helped her to her feet.

Behind them, the stage still smoldered faintly.

---------------------------------

Your Apartment – Midnight

The apartment was dark except for a single lamp, its golden glow catching the edge of an old leather-bound journal. The kind you couldn’t buy anymore. Not online. Not anywhere.

You sat at the desk, fingers ink-stained, mug of herbal tea untouched beside you.

You didn’t write on a laptop for this. These were the kinds of thoughts you committed to paper, spelled into pages with memory and meaning. Your handwriting was neat. Controlled.

---------------------------------

Journal Entry – June 28th

The lighting rig was sabotaged. I’m sure of it. But that’s not the important part. What matters is what happened after.

Abby caught it—caught over two hundred pounds of steel like it was nothing. No marks. No hesitation. His arms glowed. Aura saturated. Not just strength—resilience. Protection. That’s his aspect. Romance melted steel. That’s not metaphor. It bent under his fingers. Some kind of infernal heat, but controlled. Elemental? Or charm-based? Possibly both. He deflected suspicion with a joke. Classic distraction technique. I wonder if he even realizes he does it.

She paused. There was something unsettling about how effortlessly they had performed—their abilities flashing under pressure. It was almost as if they were used to hiding in plain sight.

Another line:

They told me what they are. Or rather, what they think I am. Human. How strange, to be considered the weakest in this situation. Yet, in a way, it felt strangely comforting. A position I was unfamiliar with, but not necessarily unwelcome.

She paused again, her mind replaying the events on stage. 

Romance’s power—raw, intense, and so close to her that she could feel the heat radiating off him. And Abby, lifting the rig as if it were weightless, his strength practically tangible in the air. They weren’t like the demons she’d read about. These weren’t just stories of monsters. No, these were beings of real, living power—alive, breathing, and real. It felt like they had no place in this world, yet they had somehow learned to adapt, to fit in. They were creatures of myth, but they were more than that—they were very much alive. And they were hers to protect, whether she was ready for it or not.

They don't know I already knew. That I was warned of them before they were even born into these bodies. That I chose this path knowing it would end like this—with broken glamours and bent truths. They still think they’re hiding something from me. But the truth is... I think I’m the only one hiding anything.

You closed the journal.

You didn’t lock it. No one could read it but you anyway.

Outside the window, across the narrow street, the faint light of another apartment flickered.

You could see their balcony. Just barely.

A shadow passed behind gauzy curtains.

You smiled, just slightly.

---------------------------------

The Saja Boys’ Apartment – 12:14 AM

The living room still smelled like popcorn and cologne. Someone had left a game paused on the TV. But no one was playing it.

The five demons sat scattered on the couch and floor, unusually quiet.

Romance sprawled across the beanbag chair, one hand behind his head, the other playing with a lighter he wasn’t technically supposed to have.

“She didn’t scream,” he said again, for the third time.

Jinu adjusted his glasses. “Plenty of people go into shock during traumatic events.”

“She made a joke, Jinu. She told me I needed to fix my shirt before the next stage rehearsal.”

Abby looked up from where he sat on the floor, arms wrapped around his knees. “I think she might actually be... okay with it.” “She’s human,” Baby said. He was upside down on the couch, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “They don’t do okay with demon stuff.”

“She didn’t look scared,” Mystery said softly. He was near the balcony, the curtains half-open. Watching the same street as you. But you didn’t know that. “She looked… focused.”

There was a long pause.

Jinu stood, pacing. “We need to be careful. We don’t know how she’s reacting yet. She could be pretending.”

“She could be a demon hunter,” Baby added.

“No hunter walks around with a clipboard and color-coded schedules,” Romance muttered.

Abby rubbed the back of his neck. “What if she is just human? But… different? Braver?”

Romance grinned. “Then I think I’m in love.”

Jinu sighed. “Don’t fall for the manager.”

“Too late,” Baby said.

“Too obvious,” Mystery whispered.

They all looked at him.

He didn’t explain.

AN: This was such a fun (and tense) chapter to write!! I’ve been waiting forever to start peeling back the layers on their demon sides, and of course Abby and Romance had to be the first ones to slip up. 😅And Mystery's keeping secrets of course.

Also: shoutout to manager-nim for being calm under pressure. The clipboard is mightier than the sword, apparently.

Taglist: @poem-bee @gremlinartstudio @wantstoliveinfantasy @lovely-maryj @buggaboobich @idkokfu @osball @tenaciouskittenpuff @venommie

[jjllmx]

love your writing so much! I love the way you characterize the Saja boys. Could we get Saja boys x a demon reader who instead of using K-pop to steal souls uses opera and more sad,tragic sounding songs?

Thank you so much!! I’m really glad you’re enjoying the way I write the Saja Boys 🖤 I love this idea— opera and haunting, tragic songs? Say less. Here you go!

🌙Saja Boys x Sad Musician Demon!Reader

-----------------------------

🧿 Jinu 

He heard you sing before he ever saw your face.

Not on a stage. Not at an altar. Not in the heat of some soul-stealing spectacle (👀right). Just… late one night, walking alone down a cracked alley, the rain thick and cold on his shoulders.

And then — your voice.

It floated through the broken building beside him, slow and rich and hollow in the way grief gets after it’s settled too long in the bones. Not a song meant for ears.

A sound meant for release.

He stopped outside the crumbling door, hand against the frame. Listening.

And he felt it. Not the power — not first. The sorrow. The ache. The ancient thread of someone who’d once screamed, and had since learned how to cry without moving a muscle.

You didn’t know he was there. Not until you stopped — and heard his voice through the rain.

“That wasn’t a song,” he said.

You turned slowly. Eyes tired. Expression unreadable. “Then what was it?”

His fingers curled at his sides. “A confession.”

The silence after stretched long.

Then you said, “Most people say ‘beautiful.’”

He shook his head. “Beauty lies. That didn’t.”

-----------------------------

💪 Abby 

He followed the sound like it pulled on a string inside him.

Through old subway tunnels and abandoned corridors, until it led him to what looked like a forgotten cathedral — shattered glass, ivy curling up the pews, silence too thick for comfort.

And then… your voice.

You stood near the altar. No mic. No crowd. Just the hollow breath of your chest echoing off broken marble.

The song you sang didn’t build. It dragged. Heavy, slow, ancient. It didn’t demand attention — it demanded stillness.

He stood in the doorway, stunned.

You didn’t turn to face him. You just kept singing.

And when it ended, and the silence returned, you finally looked over your shoulder.

“You came,” you said. Not surprised. Not scared. Just… noting it.

He nodded once. “Yeah.”

You studied him. “Are you going to stop me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

He stepped into the room, voice quiet. “Because I think you’re singing to survive.”

You blinked.

He offered his hand — steady, warm.

“I don’t want to stop you,” he said. “I just… don’t want you to sing alone.”

-----------------------------

📚 Mystery 

He shouldn’t have followed you. But the sound had hooked into him.

Not like a siren. Not lust. Not temptation.

It was something else — a memory he couldn’t name, a feeling he hadn’t let himself feel in centuries. Something under his skin whispered: go.

Through alleys. Over rooftops. Into the space between streetlights where you disappeared like a ripple in shadow. 

Until he found you perched on the edge of an empty theater stage — alone, spotlighted by moonlight leaking through a cracked skylight.

You sang softly, one foot dangling off the edge, your voice a hollow thing. Not broken. Just… unfinished.

It wasn’t beautiful.

It was true.

He stood at the edge of the aisle. You didn’t turn, but your voice paused.

“Most people wait until I finish.”

“I’m not most people.”

“Clearly,” you said. “You moved like you knew the note I hadn’t hit yet.”

He didn’t answer.

Didn’t need to.

You turned slowly, studying him like a puzzle you didn’t expect to see reflected.

“You always chase sounds that match you?”

His throat worked. “I didn’t know I was chasing anything.”

You smiled — just barely. “That’s how it starts.”

-----------------------------

💋 Romance 

Romance was ready for charm. For fun. For danger wrapped in beauty. You were a demon who used song — that was his language.

He expected something sleek. Seductive. Sensual.

Not… this.

Your voice hit him like a windless fall.

Not piercing. Not bright. Just devastating.

It didn’t try to pull him in. It didn’t need to. It wrapped around the room and crushed it gently.

He stood, stunned, watching you onstage — no lights, no audience. Just you and a melody that cracked in the middle like it had to hold a scream it wasn’t allowed to release.

When you finished, he was breathless.

“…That wasn’t a love song,” he whispered.

You turned toward him, eyes rimmed in something tired. “No.”

“Then why does my chest feel like something just left it?”

You tilted your head. “Because you’re listening. Most people don’t.”

He stepped forward, carefully. “Then let me be the one who does.”

And this time, when you didn’t answer?

He stayed anyway.

-----------------------------

🔥 Baby 

He left halfway through your performance.

You were singing in the ruins of a courtyard — no crowd, just moonlight and ash. The music rose slow and aching, like mourning something that hadn’t died yet.

He was there. Then suddenly, he wasn’t.

You found him outside. Sitting on a stone bench with his head in his hands, face blank.

“Sorry,” you said gently. “Was it too much?”

“No.” His voice was quiet. Barely.

Then: “Yes.”

He looked up. His eyes were dry, but something inside them looked scorched.

“I wasn’t ready,” he admitted. “You sound like something I try not to think about.”

“What’s that?”

He paused. “Regret. Loneliness. Wanting to go back.”

You sat beside him.

“I didn’t sing it at you.”

“I know.” He exhaled. “That’s why it hit so hard.”

For a moment, you just sat there — two demons who didn’t feel like monsters. Not when the silence finally softened.

“…You can finish the song,” he said.

You blinked. “What?”

“I want to hear the rest. Just… later.”

You nodded.

And when he leaned his head on your shoulder, the ache in your chest cracked open — quieter this time.

But it was still there.

-----------------------------

M-List

[jjllmx]

the simple joys in life..

ꕥ the saja boys thought their manager was too nonchalant for the human world, but after dragging them outside, it turns out that it's NOT nonchalance but just a lack of understanding. Cat cafe with Mystery/ self care night with rom+baby/ bath house with jinu+abby. <fluff>

manager!male! reader x saja boys (sort of separated? done in pairs)

wc: 3.4k

extra: i haven't written in a while + i had trouble characterizing everyone so i hope you like what i ended with :D + I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE NONCHALANT PPL (first post in this account lets go!!) + i need more not fem readers 😔

That stern expression you wore could dent a mountain if you wanted to. But regardless of it, the lavender haired male in front of you wouldn't budge either, he came to you with a request to take you to a 'cat cafe'. Like, what even is that? You hardly remember what a cat even looks like.

"I apologize Mystery, but you can eat the cats at the cat cafe on your own this time," You reply, turning away to continue making and editing the schedule for the day of their first award they would receive for their debut song.

"You pet them." The voice behind you corrects, you perk up at the sound of that.

"You don't eat them?", you ask, Mystery shakes his head. A silent pause ensues.

You look down at your tablet, your eyes skimming over the work you already finished. You don't notice the small movement in Mystery's shoulders, the silent and expectant shift in them as a silent moment passes.

You finally turn off the ipad in your hands, looking back up at him, "Sounds... intriguing," you reply in a cool tone, putting down the electronic, and on that same note, sickly pink smoke erodes your body as you transform into your human form.

Mystery and the group knows you don't wear your human form often as you're always inconspicuous to the public and so, there was never a need to do so. So Mystery simply drinks in the sight, your aura of isolation was weakened by a lot, but that half lidded look in your eyes made sure you reeked of that same untouchable energy.

You looked softer, the jagged vines that would mark you a demon now had no place on your skin. Your fangs had shortened, that sharp look in your eye numbed aesthetically. A sight for sore eyes.

And with that, you both went out for the cat cafe.

While Mystery was wearing a hoodie to better hide his identity, you showed your face with no problem. You don't notice the rosy cheeks of the clerk that was working when both of you arrived, the small slip in her words as she escorts you to a corner of the cat and kitten filled room goes unnoticed by you.

You sit down, your ankles against your bottom as your hands fold neatly on your lap, scanning the room. Mystery sits in front of you, much more relaxed, almost instinctively taking a feather toy to swing around.

You look around the pastel room, decorated with cat towers, cabinet boxes- some had canned fish, in a different corner you saw many pet beds, some of them already occupied by the cats. The room was such a contrast to you, your midnight black cargo pants clashing with the light colors of the hardwood floors.

By the time you return your attention to the demon in front of you, your bombarded by the sight of Mystery being a cat magnet. Two kittens stretching their paws and hopping to try and catch the feather on a string. A bigger cat rubbing their head against his side, another one in his lap, the tail patting Mystery's thigh softly.

You're startled by the abrupt appearance of the felines, but now that you were really looking at them. You couldn't help but soften, that shift in your brow made you look less cold. Your vision scanned from kitten to cat, their seemingly fluffy bodies looking like a symbol of temptation. (cuteness aggression)

Their big doe eyes or the low purring you picked up that was vibrating from their bodies, the way their nose would wrinkle when they sniffed, the undeniably cute sounds of mewing that echoed in the room. It stirred something old within you.

Unbeknownst to you, you were leaning forward, towards the little critters. This is such a minute action, yet it drew Mystery's attention. For him, the most emotion he's seen from you is you moving your eyebrows. That's it. whether its out of annoyance, satisfaction, frustration- basically, emotions are a rarity if its from you.

So seeing you adapt a new shine in your eyes, it was quite a rare sight. To help you indulge, Mystery then scooped a kitten carefully and places it at your knees. You were surprised, and looked down at the kitten, it stared at you back.

After a tense moment of a stare-off, it finally crawled closer and climbed into your lap, tapping at your closed hands to move, you moved them. What a diva.

The little one curled up and closed its eyes, your expression doesn't change. And a swirl of an unexplainable emotion courses through you. Your hand raises with uncertainty, you look at Mystery's actions, his petting motions- you mimic them.

Your hands brush the fur with uncertainty, barely even grazing the dozing creature, you were touching it like it was a porcelain doll, like it would shatter at any moment. Mystery’s lips tilted upwards at your pursed lips.

It was very new to see his manager be so cautious and so.. bewildered at something. You always held such a mature persona around the boys, so to see your eyes host a cautious glimmer, it renewed how Mystery perceived you.

He could even say that you looked endearing in this moment. That small furrow in your brow, the expression of inquisitiveness, something so unlike you. You, who was roughened by the fate to be a demon, he always saw your guard up everywhere. And to see it falter under a guise of a kitten.

It brings a smile to his face.

By the time your session ended, you had been buttered up by the little pets, their adorable ministrations brought a wave of enjoyment you haven't experienced in a while. A ghost of a smile played on your lips as you both exited the café.

Mystery walks next to you, staring at his phone screen, he had taken some photos while you were hypnotized by the charms of the cats you encountered.

His eyes travel around the photo, that small upward pinch in your lips that somehow met your eyes. A kitten in your hands that extended its paw to your nose, tapping it.

That alone was a cute and heartwarming scene, but to see his usually silent and untouchable manager become a curious being who's actions didn't reflect that usual coolness, but instead reflected a new side of interest.

You were always such an enigma and every new discovery just added to that. He can’t wait to figure you out.

ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ

Even though you protested his advances, tonight it was inevitable. Now here you were, sitting very still for him, dressed in silk nightwear, adorning hairclips that brushed your bangs out of your face, how nice.

"Did you know that frowning too much gets you wrinkles?" Romance asks you, when you dip your head down to nod, you're interrupted by the pink haired man's index finger.

He tilts your chin up with a sultry look, his monolid eyes holding that pretentious look, like you were just one of his many fans that lined up for a spec of his time and attention. And if that affected you in anyway, you didn't let that feeling rise to the surface, but it irked him that you hid your feelings so well.

Romance hums an elegant tune as he rubs the toner onto your cheeks, your neutral face not budging despite the flirtatious advancements from the pink haired demon.

Beside him, slumped in a beanbag, lays the rapper of the group, staring at the ceiling as he keeps trying to find a song he likes to play from the bluetooth speaker. After staring daggers at the ceiling like a dead body, Baby shifts to look at the duo.

As normal, you sat like a fucking monk, perfect posture, you don't care enough to note that Romance's fingers would bump into your lips, barely grazing over your bottom lip. It flies over your head, but straight through Baby's..

When all parts of your face is glowing slightly under the pink LED lights, Romance trudged off of you and reached into his little self care kit.

He never guessed that self care would be such a joy for him, always one interested to buy beauty products, even though the fact of him being a demon guaranteed his clear skin and perfectly proportioned face- he still used skincare like any human with things like hormones and such.

For that same reason, you never bothered with trivial rituals like this. Not because you thought it was below you, but because you never saw a real reason to, (thought it was a waste of funds and time.). But tonight, Romance had managed to rope in Baby and by extent, you.

You couldn't deny that the cool and slight breeze that blew from the light air conditioning felt calming against your slick skin. You don't notice how thoughtful your eyes look as they glimmer under the lights. Witnessing Romance and Baby half tackle each other just to try and get Baby to wear the face mask.

Baby was acting like an irritating elementary schooler, rolling his eyes to the moon and back, inching away at the mask because "I'm not a teenage girl". When you saw that the banter wouldn't end soon, you decide to open your mouth.

"Baby, you should at the very least try it, he doesn’t just like things for any reason." You calmly intercept, speaking from your spot, it surprises the two, causing them to crane their heads towards you.

You never really spoke unless your call and voice were necessary to the whole soul stealing operation. Which meant you’re well-meaning professional, yes, but it meant that seeing you speak because you simply wanted to was a rare sight. An action so meaningless to you, but an opportunity that was too few and far between for the boys in the band to miss.

Romance sputters a smirk, looking down at Baby, giving him that 'Now you GOTTA do it' look, which prompts the teal haired demon to let out a defeated noise, flopping his head onto the floor in surrender.

Romance wore a victorious smile as he put the white mask over baby's face, his cheeks and forehead concealed with the mask. Victory. Romance turns around and focuses on you now.

Opening a new pack, he puts the masks over your face. Subconsciously, you closed your eyes and tilted your head up at him, like you were some animal begging for some pets and affection.

It catches Romance off guard, but he tries to proceed as normal, but taking more time with you than he did with the other boyband member in the room. He prays that his corrupted heart could keep it under control.

His pinky finger smoothed out the mask across your face, it felt like a real high quality facial.

A soothing sensation like this, that you haven't felt in what feels like lifetimes. Your stone cold expression starts to falter, your eyebrows rising ever so subtly, a shift in your demeanor doesn't go missed by the two.

Once Romance broke contact, you opened your eyes again, now all the sensations were really kicking in. The silk that laid on your skin, the soft breeze that would ventilate through the room, the ice cold feeling that encased your features. You felt the appeal now.

As Romance turns to do himself, trying to get his shit together, you stood up without a word, you stood up and plopped next to Baby, now returned to his designated spot in the beanbag. Leaning against the side of Romance's bed, your head tilts back against the edge.

Your eyes closed again, Baby gives you a side glance, this is by far the most relaxed he's ever seen you. You always had that high and tall wave of stoic principles that never seemed to budge- all for the mission.

But here you were, melting under the thin coats of relaxation, sure, you seemed composed. But there's no denying the loosened look you had on your face. Like for once your facial muscles budge to make an expression that wasn't boredom or sternness.

Baby changes the song to sound softer.

Romance sits on your other side, after a considerable amount of silence, he checks on you and realizes you actually fell asleep.

At that, he cracks a smile. Not one of his usual, heartthrob smiles but one of genuine amusement. Maybe his manager wasn't all that, he's still a demon, just like the rest of them.

After the designated time of the masks, Romance takes the responsibility to peels of yours, so careful to not rouse you from your peaceful slumber.

And it wasn't like Baby and Romance had much to talk about afterwards, just some light hearted small talk that ended when Romance stood to dim the lights.

Baby took his chance and quietly turned his body horizontal, the crown of his head up against your thigh, his eyes closing as he breathes softly into the fluffy blanket. He didn't feel like the lap was a good idea right now, but he'd compromise for you.

Romance retreats and sits next to you again, he turns and sees your head tilting, and being the romantic he is: he gently guides your head to meet his shoulder- to use it as a pillow.

He leaves a ghost of a kiss in your hair to say goodnight, and he drives the blanket over the both of you, and soon, he falls asleep too.

ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ ꕥ

You’re not sure how you got here. One moment, you were just minding your business and taking a short power nap, and then suddenly, you were being hauled out of the apartment.

By who? None other than the macho guy of the group, Abby. Carrying you like you were just another part of his long workout. You were startled by that itself, a little groggy, but you were wide awake when you felt a hand pat your ass..

You heard laughter beside you as your vision was being obscured by Abby’s back, you were thrown over the shoulder. You recognized the laughter as Jinu.

When the two finally seem to stop, you’re finally released from the bulky man’s tight grip and was finally able to take a deeper breath, calming yourself.

You all stopped in front of a men's bath house, you raise an eyebrow. "What is the meaning of this?" You ask, your only answer was being pulled by the wrist into the building, you didn't bother moving your feet, it was almost like a dog pulling a sled the way Jinu dragged you in.

Arriving at the changing rooms, the two started to strip, when the pink haired demon realized you weren't stripping with them, he pouts, "C'monn, you're the only one who hasn't gone yet,".

"I'd like to go back to my nap." You coolly state.

"Trust me, you'll benefit from this wayy more than a nap," Jinu smiles, wrapping a towel around his waist, you ignore the blatant flexing from the other demon, an impish expression on his face.

You don't even flinch when Jinu's large hands pat both your shoulders, his face peeking over your shoulder. "I expect you'd want to be in perfect shape to be able to serve Gwi-Ma and send him the souls we promised." He purrs.

Your eyes shift from him, to the locker in front of you. You barely let out a sigh and peel off your shirt. The two boys shared a celebratory high five behind you. You ignore it.

You follow the two into the showers, you looked over at the two beside you, and noticed how they washed themselves, you copied them. When was the last time you had been to a bath house?

You were peacefully minding your own business, letting the shower water run down your body, when all of the sudden, you're drenched.

A bucket of shower warm water dumped onto your head, your eyes instinctively close as your shoulders squared, your hair also fell forward, covering your face.

You looked up through your damp strands of hair, staring at the perpetrator, his wide grin doesn't fall at your unconcerned expression.

"Are you an infant Abby?" You ask rhetorically, you lean your head back, running your hand through your hair to brush them out of your vision.

Abby's smirk only grows at your movement, the way water drips down your skin so tantalizing, the subtle glow and shine that sheens over in your human form skin. You think nothing of his ogling, it was Abby, of course he'll look.

He can't help but follow each droplet of water, watching them descend your body like a car window on a rainy day. Personally, you don't have much to hide on your body, so you don't notice him staring past your thighs and at something else.

And next to you, Jinu, who had already finished his shower, stared at you as you scolded Abby for his immature jabs at you. Your body was always being hidden behind dark garbs, so private and kept to yourself, he couldn't stop yourself from looking at this rare occasion. He felt like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time.

The three of you finally walked over to the actual bath, slipping into the hot, steaming water. You sit in between them, you realized that the two of them had an extra towel, Abby had it around his neck, Jinu had it over his shoulder.

You look back straight across the bath, realizing you didn't take an extra one. The raven haired idol notices, and calmly puts his onto your head, like you were a coat rack.

You turn your head to him, Jinu can't tell if its the bath's heat that made his heart stutter, or you. (He can.)

After the initial burning and boiling sensation had passed, like Abby, you slumped your shoulders and sighed lightly. Visibly relaxing, much to the other two's enjoyment.

A comfortable silence overtakes the atmosphere, you could almost say you're at peace. Gwi-Ma's voice came to you not that often, as you were well behaved and had tunnel vision for the mission. But would this be considered a distraction from the ultimate plan? The question slips away as soon as it entered your mind.

Your eyelids droop comfortably as time passes, you don't glance at the clock once. Maybe being uptight all the time had finally caught up to you, as you felt so loose in the large tub.

Abby and Jinu knew better than be loud at this time, god forbid they started an argument, you'd just reprimand and punish them by working even harder for the group.

Your heart slows as you spent more time inside, your hands opened and in your lap, you felt your body unwind. Your cheeks slowly turned an unruly pink, as did the other two beside you.

You're relaxed to the point you don't notice your demonic patterns pulsing on your skin, just barely painting the surface. The way it crawled up your body was divine, truly a sight to drink in like an ice cold beverage in this steam. They both ogle, you think they're being immature, like they were waiting for your reaction.

After a while, like, maybe thirty minutes at this point, for humans, its recommended they get out at 15 minutes to avoid nausea or irritated skin and other side effects, but you were faking being a human, managing to stay in longer.

But at this point, it was starting to get to you, your head started to feel heavy, your chest pulsing because of the heat. You quietly tried to stand, exiting the bath tub, your form slumped, it sent signals to the other two, who followed you out.

The sudden absence of heat made your body shiver slightly, it was cool and made your skin bristle with sensitivity. Prompting a muscular arm to grab yours and threw it over his shoulder, a second, smaller arm did the same.

"Scrawny can't handle a bit of steam huh," Abby teases.

"I don't have nearly as much free time as you," you huff.

"Maybe, or you're projecting," He replies, setting you on the bench, you're still slumped.

If anything, you feel like you need another nap now, you sent an icy glare at the leader of the Saja boys. Surely, what he said at the start was just a ploy to get you involved.

The blush on your cheeks doesn't leave until you all exit the building. It was jarring to see that on you since you never blushed or showed a lot of emotion on your face.. So yes, maybe one of them snapped a photo.

They're so taking you back here.

tags: @tofumiarchives, @tired-xyra-urstruly @charleskinnie

i don't know how i feel about using korean honorifics when im not even learning the language... like ppl using 'san' or 'senpai' cringes me as someone studying japanese, so like, what if someone who knows korean thinks im weird for using 'nim' or something- FUCK SOMEONE LET ME KNOW

ok now i’m gonna try and write my yokai(?)!mc x huntr/x(?) + saja boys becuz i found some ppl who added cool stuff to my ideas :3

[jjllmx]

Fearless Manager [KPDH x Female Reader]

TW⚠️: canon divergence, reader isn't afraid of Gwi-ma, reader isn't aware of much, chaotic saja boys, etc.

A/n: For some reason, some of you asked me to tag you in this. Also, this is gonna be in parts

🌸Tags: @gremlinartstudio @chaos-inperson @alys-oli @rory1939

You stood still, processing your surroundings. You aren't by the vending machine anymore, yet that bill in your hand gets folded as you put it back in your pocket. Multiple eyes on your back, but you only concentrate on the dark part where no one was.

A frustrated deep sigh leaves you before you turn to the purple-magenta flames. "This could've been a phone call, I gave you a phone for a reason." And there it is again, multiple eyes on you, whether it was out of fear or amusement with how you address their master.

The bunch of flames coughs and tries to change the subject. "I have summoned you here to take on that favor." But tired little ol' you didn't let go. "And this couldn't be a phone call because?" And the ancient lord still avoided your question.

"I need you to take on the job as a manager."

"If you're having trouble Jelly can help, he knows how to use a phone."

"Enough about the phone! I need you to manage a demon boy band."

That's when you look to your left and see five demons dressed the same, you look at them individually and then turn back to Gwi-ma.

"I'm not saying that I won't, but what's the plan," You stop to motion to the demons on your left, "here."

"They play as a K-pop group in the human realm and I get souls fed to me."

"That checks it. Alright, why not." Unbeknownst to you, those demons were staring at you in bewilderment over how casually you were speaking to Gwi-ma. Any other human would be trembling in fear before having their soul taken away, and any demon would be destroyed by him in an instant, and yet here you are, alive and well.

Jinu studies you intently. You are just a regular human, however, Gwi-ma lets you talk to him like you were on equal ground. His starting didn't go unnoticed as you glanced at him before continuing your conversation.

Interesting.

He found you interesting.

You got transported back to your apartment with the five demons. A moment of awkward silence passes before you decide to speak. "You guys can make yourselves comfortable. I just need to go do something quickly." You say walking out the door, but you stop. "And if you break something, you have to pay for it."

Cut to Mystery, holding a fragile object before setting it down.

And then you run back to the vending machine you were at earlier.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

"Yes! It's still here." You exclaimed, taking the folded bill from your pocket and inserting it in the vending machine, pressed some buttons and watched the machine threw down the last candy bar.

"Yes."

As you are about to take out the candy bar, an invisible force shakes the air and evening in it's reach.

"The heck?" The force had pushed you onto your back and turned off the light from the machine. From what you could tell, it came from... up there. You're not sure what up there is, it's dark. You grab the candy bar and climb up whatever there is.

When you get on top you see a girl around your age with a thick long braid that reminds you of a scorpion, she was clutching her arms that were littered with familiar marks.

"Excuse me! Miss demon?" That seems to get her attention. You continued. "Whatever you're going through just caused a small outage."

The girl was now freaking out, trying to think of something to say.

"Is everything okay?" You ask.

"How do... how do you..." She tries to ask a question you already figured out.

"Well... I tend to know things... and more things."

A moment of silence passed between you and then you spoke again. "Whatever it is, it's most likely not from the marks."

"What?"

"Well at the top of my head... something you bottled up?" She didn't confirm nor deny it but from the looks of it, you might've hit the hammer on the head.

You sit down and with a flat hand tap on a spot next to you and the girl cautiously sits next to you. The city lights at night were always a sight to see.

You handed her the candy bar. "Sweet to calm your nerves." You might regret it, but then again you can always go to a store and buy this candy.

"Uhh..."

"It's gonna melt." You say in a sing-a-song way, you decided to be generous, and you probably won't see her ever again. In the end she did take it.

"Anyway, talk to your loved ones, don't bottle things up, be kind to yourself... and... enjoy life? I dunno... let's get down. I need to go and you need to go home too."

You two ended up parting ways with you saying "Bye whatever your name is." Which left her confused. You wonder why.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Once you came back, you saw those five demons poking at your TV. You cough to get their attention, and you got it. You gestured to them to take a seat, which they did. You stood in front of them.

"I guess introductions are up for grabs. Alright!" You clapped your hands together. How you hated doing introductions. "I don't know if the old man said anything about me, but... hi, I'm [Name], and I'm gonna be your manager." You try to sound enthusiastic.

'Old man?!' The demons though in unison.

One of them decided to speak up. "Uh, I'm Abby." Abby? Were his parents expecting a girl before he was born? "And I work in choreography." That's neat.

A demon with good hair then spoke overconfidently. "I'm Romance, and I'm the group's heartthrob." Wait, that's not an actual name. Whatever, the less that you know about them the better.

A demon with mop hair introduced himself. "Mystery." Short and descriptive enough, you might like this guy.

A baby-faced demon spoke, rather uninterested. "I'm Baby, and I'm the rapper." Wow, his voice didn't match his face, also you just realized that their names correlate with the stereotypes they will be playing.

"What's with that face?" Baby asked, eyeing you with some judgment. Shoot, you were unintentionally cringing. "Nothing! Sorry!" You apologized wanting to quickly move on. You're almost afraid of what the last guy is gonna say.

"I'm Jinu and I'm the leader of the group." You sighed in relief. Finally, someone normal.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

You try to change the subject. "Anyway, you guys probably planned this before pitching it. So what's the group's name?" There was no answer, but a flyer appeared in you hands.

SAJA BOYS

That seems fitting for them.

"And I can assume that everything was set up a while ago?"

"You assume correctly." Jinu answered. Grate! You're not sure why the old man wanted you to manage them, they seem capable to do things themselves.

Right then, Baby shoved Abby off the couch and a fight broke out with Mystery jumping in, barking for some reason.

That must be why.

"Not again." Jinu sounded exhausted. The fight rolled behind the couch. You went to the kitchen. "You just scared our new manager on her first day." Romance provoked them which ended up with three of them dragging him behind the couch. Jinu just rubbed his temples.

You come back and set a glass of water in front of him and offer him a pill. "Ibuprofen, for headaches." You're not sure if make things better, but it was worth a shot. Jinu takes it from your hand and downs it with the water.

"Good, now cover your ears." He reluctantly did what you said. You pull out a plastic container containing some rocks and go behind the couch. Soon enough, an unholy rattling noise separates the four demons.

This might be way more work than you initially thought.

"It's late for whatever this is. I'll pull out the sleeping bags... and talk to you tomorrow."

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

The next day arrives and the guys get their human forms ready and you examine them.

"Y'all look like an ice cream store exploded, which is fitting for what you are going for." You stated.

They didn't know if that was a compliment.

"Alright, Jelly came by earlier and helped set the flyers and all that jazz. All you have to do is show up on time and do your jig and then announce you'll be participating in that show... whatever its name is. Are you guys listening?

It didn't seem like it, since aside from Jinu, they all were occupied with something; Baby was using a tablet, Romance was fixing his hair, Mystery was growling at the mirror, and Abby was flexing.

As you were about to continue, the buttons from Abby's shirt flew off. Luckily, you ducked in time, but they ended up braking your window.

"I want that fixed when I'm back." You say before walking out the door.

Yep. These boys are gonna be a workload.

A/n: that's it for part one!

[jjllmx]

Hello! I wanted to say that I really liked your Huntrix and Saja Boys being besties with the manager reader, and a thought came to mind. What if manager reader also gives the best hugs and is surprisingly cuddly so huntrix and saja boys fight each other for reader's hugs and cuddles.

If there was anything both Huntrix and Saja boys can agree on it would be the fact thar you gave the best hugs they've ever had, how heavenly they felt to the point your hugs had become somewhat of an addiction for them all at some point.

Zoey was the first to experience your hugs -having done so in a fit of excitment and happiness- yet the second she felt you hug her back was the stark constract to her tight embrace, it was soft and assuring as you rubbed her back gently, a calm balm to her energetic self. Zoey had to fight the urge to fully colapse within your arms, burrow her head into your neck and fall asleep there for the rest of the day becuase that's how your hugs had affected her so much.

She would later tell Mira and Rumi and Bobby that your hugs were like that of a security blanket, reassuring, warm and grounding, something that she could anchor herself to without the fear for of drifting away. Almost as if you had magic within your fingertips, witholding a warmth that made her skin tingle pleasently.

Romance was the first out of the Saja boys that you hugged, even if it was brief and cordial, and yet it might as well have lasted for eternity for him. To him being embraced in your hug had brought up softer feelings a demon shouldn't be feeling, there was comfort, there was a sense that he could be allowed to breath and not worry so much as it all seened to fade away from his mind as he allows himself to melt within you hug with a genuine smile upon his face.

He goes back and tells Abby, Baby, Jinu and Mystery that your hugs were like being welcomed home, a sense of belonging and a feeling of being seen and still being worthy of love, and how your hugs made him feel as though he could breath again and learn to drop the facade now and then. Your hugs made him feel as though he didn't feel the need to hide but instead find respit in your hold, letting you run your hand up and down his back, all the while he wanted to rest his head upon your shoulder and just shut his eyes.

Now that both groups were aware of the power you hugs and cuddles hold after experiencing them firsthand for themselves, there came a not so silent competition between the two to see who could recieve them first or the fastest, which brought about the competitive sides within both groups as neither were all that eager to loose to the other in the slightest. They both wanted all of your hugs and cuddles as much as they can whenever possible, even if it meant somewhat disrupting your work ethic doing so, something they try not to do so much but it will happen now and then, but at least they apologised and made it up to you by spoiling you in droves.

Jinu acted like he wouldn't participate un such a thing- but the fact that he was wandering the hallway of your apartment said otherwise- however he should've known better then to think that he would be the only one here for your hugs because when he was just about to come into the living room, he saw you hugging Rumi who looked him dead in the eye and smirked as she burrow her head into your shoulder, holding you tightly as you ran your fingers through her unbraided hair and easing the tension that you was certain was there.

'You're doing great Rumi but you need to start resting more, taking time off even if it's for a week, the fans aren't going to be upset and they'll understand and wait until you girls come back.' Jinu heard you say and he clenched his jaw, jealously filling his chest as he watched how Rumi hogged all of your attention all to herself, not leaving an ounce for him or the boys to have later on from how she seemed to cuddle into you almost possesively. He thought the competition between huntrix and Saja boys stupid and yet he would find himself willingly participating in it regardless, your hugs were like heaven to him and drowned out any voices that he could be hearing at that time, making him feel the safest he’s been in a long, long time.

Rumi on the other hand was enjoying every second the hug continued, finding herself more at peace within your arms, finding a reason to relax and be a little lazy if it meant staying here in your embrace, and leeching off of your warmth like she was now. She was hardworking, headstrong and a bit of a workaholic but within your hugs she was the opposite and she was loving every second of it, even when it was to the detriment of Jinu as it was a way to rub it in that she got to you first and that he’d have to wait until she was done; which wouldn’t be until like thirty minutes from now.

‘Rumi?’ You asked.

‘Yeah?’ She says sluggishly.

You chuckle. ‘Don’t tell me you’re close to falling asleep just from a hug?’

Rumi shrugs, burrowing herself closer to you, all the while making sure Jinu’s pout as he stormed off back down the hallway was engraved within her head. ‘What can I say? Your hugs are healing.’ And she wasn’t joking when she said that.

Mira was confident that she was going to get her hugs in today, having had a rough day in preparation for the newest Huntrix album, all she wanted was to rest her head on your chest as you swaddled her in your warmth on your beloved couch. Her body almost puts itself in a relaxed state before she had even gotten to you -she guessed it was her body’s way of telling her that you were close by- already stretching her arms out in hopes to be greeted with a hug without words, only to find you cuddling Romance while Abby was cuddling you, it was a cuddle sandwich and you were the delectable filling.

‘Oh you’re here,’ Abby says, caressing your sides, ‘why we’re a little overbooked right now, come back in about…an hour and a half, maybe two.’

Mira glares at him, her arms dropping to her sides quicker than anything as your fingers ran through Romance’s hair, your fingers should be running through her hair not his! Romance didn’t make things easier as he opened one eye to look at her, a smile tugging at his lips as he wiggles his fingers at her in a mock greeting, which only served to piss her off even more but wouldn’t dare loose her shit in front of you in the slightest and would try -keyword being try- to keep things civil as ling as the boys sandwiching you did.

‘Too slow.’ He mouthed to Mira as she huffed, quite literally done with this game as she walked over to the couch, staring the three of you down as you looked up at her with confusion while Abby and Romance were waiting for just about anything. What either Saja Boy didn’t expect was for Mira to muscle her way between you and Romance, forcing him to be squished to the back of the couch while Abby groaned under the additional weight, and snuggle herself into you as she clung onto your waist.

‘Guess I think we’re going to fall off the couch.’ You warned, liking the attention you were being given, but could feel that all of you were slowly but surely tipping over the edge of the couch that was more or less made for luxury comfortability then anything else.

‘Get off.’ Romance hissed at Mira who only hugged you tighter.

‘No you fuck off.’ She hisses back as Abby too was hissing at her to leave you to him and romance, completely obviously to the fact that you were about to fall off of the couch within a matter of seconds.

‘Guys.’ You tried again but nothing worked and before you knew it you, Abby, Mira and Romance were all on the floor, the cuddle session was ruined the second you all fell to the floor groaning. ‘I did try to tell you that there was too many people on the couch, three was pushing it already but four-‘

‘Four is a crowd.’ Romance mutters as Mira, somehow still clinging onto you, only smiled at him knowing that she ruined his and Abby’s cuddle session short to have her own instead.

‘Oops.’ Was all she said, though she wasn’t anything but happy to have you all to herself now, even if it was on the uncomfortable floor but she’ll take what she can get.

It had been a while since the competition had started and it had only gotten worse since as Zoey, Mira and Rumi were walking towards your room in hope for some group cuddles, however to their dismay Abby, Romance and Jinu were already there at your doorway looking in with pouts upon their faces which made the girls pause for thought in their steps, having noticed that their rival idol group were two members down.

So where were Baby and Mystery?

Cuddling you they would soon find out as they shoulder checked Abby, Romance and Jinu out of the way to see what they could see, only to see Baby cuddled into your side as Mystery cuddled at your feet, yet they weren’t the only ones as you had two more additional guests in a big fluffy blue tiger cuddled at your head as the bird with the tiny hat was resting upon your chest. All of you were fast asleep and looked to be in no mood to be woken up either, far too comfortable in your current state to wake up even if a megaphone was set off within range of your ears. Thank god your bed was big enough for all of you, but damn if you didn’t all look comfortable together, content in heaven and cuddles that all the rest of them could feel was jealously for being left out.

‘We’ve been looking for them for hours and here is where they’ve been, selfish.’ Abby said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

‘Tell me about it.’ Mira replied as she saw the smile upon Baby’s face as he slowly but surely flips her, Rumi, Zoey and the rest of his band mates off.

‘Cheeky bastard.’ Romance spat as Baby’s arm fell limp at your side, clutching onto you tightly as he made a deliberate show of hooking a leg over your hip and burrowing his head into the crook of your neck. Mystery was limp as anything but would occasionally grunt and kick his leg before going still once more.

‘Boo.’ Zoey chimed in as she pouts, Rumi pats her on the shoulder as Jinu only looked on in betrayal of his animal companions having lost themselves without your warmth and companionship. The competition was stupid but none of them were willing to commit nor trusting of the other group to a truce, so they’ll continue to stand at your sorry like a bunch of neglected children in varying degrees of weird but cute cartoonish pyjamas.

[jjllmx]

Hi! Can I get Saja Boys react to your tattoos? I feel like it'd be interesting because they weren't really accepted back then (less so now).

Hi Anon!! Oh this is SUCH a fun idea—especially since the Saja Boys are technically from a more traditional or older world. Tattoos would definitely surprise them at first 👀

🌙Saja Boys—Reacting To Your Tattoos

-----------------------------

🧿 Jinu

You roll your sleeve up absentmindedly. It’s hot in the practice room. You don’t think anything of it—until you glance up and catch Jinu staring.

Not like he’s offended. More like he’s trying to translate you.

“That’s a marking?” he asks quietly.

You nod. “A tattoo.”

He walks closer, careful, like approaching a wild animal. He tilts his head, examining the lines without touching.

“Did you… earn it? Or choose it?”

That gives you pause. “I chose it.”

Jinu swallows, like that answer means more than it should. His eyes flicker, just once, down to the center of your chest and then away—toward his own heart. Where the center of his demon pattern lives, without permission.

“Back then… tattoos weren’t something you asked for. They were done to you. Binding contracts. Blood oaths. Criminal punishment.”

You catch the faintest shadow in his voice.

“But yours… it’s yours.”

He’s quiet after that. But when you leave the room, you catch a glimpse of your reflection in the mirror behind him.

He’s still staring.

-----------------------------

💪 Abby

You don’t even get the words out before Abby gasps.

“WAIT. Are those real? Like, real real??”

You nod, tugging your shirt up a little more to show the detail.

“Yup. Got them over the years.”

He grins so big it almost looks like it hurts.

“You just let someone STAB you with color?? And it looks that good???”

You’re about to explain the artistry, the care, the aftercare process—but he’s already leaning in, awed.

“This is like… permanent armor! But pretty?? That’s so sick.”

He wants to know what each one means. All of them. Even the weird ones. Especially the weird ones. Later, you catch him holding one of your sleeves up to the light like it’s treasure.

“You’re just so small but you’ve got these tiger marks. It’s awesome.”

The next day he shows you his arms covered in crayon marker “tattoos.”

“Yours are cooler, but these say ‘World’s Buffest Himbo.’”

You let him have it.

-----------------------------

📚 Mystery

Mystery says nothing at first. Just stares.

Then his fingers hover—not touching, just noticing. The air seems to shift a little when he’s near them.

“Ink,” he mutters. “But not spiritual.”

“No,” you say. “Just... self-expression.”

“It feels old,” he replies. “Even if it isn’t.”

He crouches beside you like he’s watching a fire—quiet, alert, curious. You don’t ask what he sees. He wouldn't explain it. But the next day, you catch your reflection flickering. One of your tattoos… moved. Slightly. Just for a second.

 You whip around. Mystery stands behind you in the hallway, calm as ever.

“Didn’t touch it,” he says. “I swear.”

Later, you find one of your designs scratched into the mirror condensation in the shape of his demon markings.

He leaves it there for days. Like a silent acknowledgment.

-----------------------------

💋 Romance

Romance stares for two seconds and then gasps like a man in a drama.

“You didn’t tell me you were hiding masterpieces.”

He immediately wants to see all of them. No hesitation. He’s not even flirty about it at first—he’s genuinely fascinated.

“Did they mean something to you when you got them? Or did they gain meaning over time?”

“Both,” you admit.

He nods thoughtfully, tracing the air above one of them with practiced fingers. Never touching, unless invited.

“You wear your stories on your skin. That’s… poetic.”

Later, he offers to draw one for you. It’s surprisingly tasteful: gentle vines, celestial imagery, your birth month flower.

“It’s just a draft,” he says. “But if you ever want something new, I’d like to be part of the story next time.”

He doesn’t push. He just leaves the sketch folded in your jacket pocket. With a note: “A new chapter, if you want it.”

-----------------------------

🔥 Baby

You catch him looking the second you take your jacket off.

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t smirk. Doesn’t do the “whoa cool tattoo!” routine.

He just lifts his chin and asks:

“Real?”

You nod.

“Did it hurt?”

You nod again.

Baby hums low in his throat. You expect a follow-up joke—but none comes. He just leans back, eyes fixed on the ink. Like he’s filing the image away.

“Did you choose it because you liked how it looked?”

“Yeah,” you say. “But also because it made me feel like... I owned myself. I guess.”

That gets a flicker of something behind his eyes. Not surprise. Not admiration.

Recognition.

“Yeah,” he says. “I get that.”

You think that’s it—but a few nights later, you find a sketch in the corner of Baby’s notebook. Charcoal lines. Nothing fancy.

A symbol—unfamiliar. Sharp. A little dangerous.

When you ask what it is, he just shrugs.

“Dunno yet,” he says. “Maybe something I haven’t earned.”

Then he flips the page and moves on.

But he doesn’t tear it out.

-----------------------------

M-List

[jjllmx]

Our Little Soda Pop: Chapter 12

Wang

Seonmul

Gongju

“Mama?” Wang stood on his toes to try and look over the kitchen counter while Natasha cracked eggs into a glass. “Yes baby?” The woman smiled as she watched her son's big golden eyes look at her in curiosity. “Aren't the eggs supposed to go in the pan?” He asked, pointing to the glass. “Most times, but your Daddy drinks them like this." As if on cue, Abby came from the bedroom and immediately grabbed the glass and drank the raw eggs down. Completely disgusting Wang in the process. “Morning little man!” He patted the boy's head. Not missing his disgusted expression. “That was so gross!! Why can't you eat them like a normal person!?” Wang shouted. His 9 year old mind was blown.

“Well… because we're not normal. We're spooky! Boooooo~” Abby teased, tickling the boy. “Morning babe.” Abby smiled as he looked at Natasha who wiped down the counter. “Good morning love. How'd you sleep?” She asked before turning on the skillet. “Great. Save for Baby kicking me in my side again.” The moment Natasha laughed, Mystery entered the kitchen. “Good morning everyone.” Wang then immediately ran to his father. “Papa!!” Without missing a beat, Mystery scooped Wang up into his more muscular arms and pressed a sweet kiss to Natasha’s head. “Yuck! No! That's my mom!” Wang whined as he pushed Mystery's face away from Natasha's.

“I'm not just your mom Wang. You share me with your siblings, you know?” The woman smiled softly before the sound of little feet running across the floor hit her ears. “Seonmul? What are you doing?” She looked over the counter to see her 6 year old holding onto Derpy while trying to hide a bag of candy. “Nothing…” He mumbled trying to hide the bag. “What do you have? You know you're not supposed to have candy before breakfast. It's an afternoon snack.” She spoke, taking the bag from his little hands. “Where'd you get these?” She asked. “Papa. They were in his bag.” Natasha's eyes widened before she grabbed the boy and looked into his eyes.

“You didn't eat any did you?!” Seonmul shook his head a little startled and Natasha sighed before running to the bedroom to find Baby just waking up. “Hey doofus! Why didn't you hide these better?! Your son almost ate your edibles!” Baby’s eyes immediately lost any hint of sleep as he jumped out of the bed. “How? I had those in my bag? I thought I told him not to go through my stuff?” He took the bag and put it back in his duffle bag before taking it and placing it high up in the closet. “We gotta talk to him about that.” He groaned as Natasha kissed his cheek. “Morning to you too by the way.” As Natasha left the room, she was greeted by Romance and their 3 year old daughter Gongju dressed alike. “Aren't we the best looking duo you have ever seen?” He grinned.

“You two look amazing. Good morning love. Where are you two headed?” She asked. “Daddy Daughter class. Today we're supposed to be learning about etiquette!” Romance smiled before kissing Natasha deeply. “Mm~ wait, etiquette? She's 3.” Natasha pointed out. “It's never too early to learn how to be a proper lady. Just like her Mommy.” Gongju giggled as Romance tickled her tummy before she reached her tiny arms out for Natasha. Taking her into her arms, Natasha smiled at her pink haired daughter. “Hi honeybun. You behave for Daddy today ok?” The little 3 year old nodded her head as Natasha kissed her cheek causing her to giggle before handing her back to Romance. The moment she did, the crying of infants alarmed her.

“Abby! The twins are awake! Can you warm some bottles?” She asked as the man was already mid flip of a pancake for Wang and Seonmul. “Yea babe! Just let me finish making the boys stuff!” Nodding and kissing Romance goodbye, Natasha walked to the nursery where she found a sleeping Jinu and the twins sitting up in their cribs watching him. The twins were a bit of a phenomenon with having two different fathers. Little Jin belonging to Jinu and Little Ganghan belonging to Abby. “I got the bottles!” Abby announced as he entered the nursery and chuckled once his eyes caught sight of Jinu. “How long was he in here?” He asked while picking up Ganghan and feeding him.

“Probably all night. He must be exhausted.” Natasha pouted as she fed Jin. Suddenly, the man began to stir in the rocking chair he was in before sitting up and yawning and looking at his watch. “What time is it?” Natasha smiled and kissed the man's cheek. “Morning. You go get some rest. Abby and I will take the twins for today.” She smiled. “Are you sure? You just left the hospital a few weeks ago…” Natasha nodded as she looked through the closet for the twin's diaper bag. “They're growing at a fast rate. They're only a few weeks old and they're already sitting up. That's our demon DNA for ya!” Abby grinned as he looked in Ganghan’s mouth for any sign of fangs growing in.

“Nothing yet. But I'm sure they'll grow soon.” Natasha smiled as she put the bag on her shoulder and kissed Jinu. “Go rest dear. We got this.” Later that day, while at the park, Natasha and Abby met with Romance who surprised them. “I thought you guys had class today!” Natasha grinned widely as she watched Gongju reach for her. “It ended early! So I thought I'd take her to the park and that's when we saw you guys! I'm surprised you didn't hear her scream your name. She nearly jumped out of my arms to get to you.” Romance laughed as he took Jin in his arms so Natasha could play with Gongju.

“Mommy! Mommy! Slide?” She smiled brightly before Natasha picked her up and took her to the slide. “We'll be right back!” The men smiled as they watched their wife play with their daughter. “I don't know what she was worried about. She's a great mom.” Abby smiled as Romance nodded. “I love her so much.” He replied. “Me too man. Me too.”

[jjllmx]

SHE IS HER | SUGGESTIVE

one-shot: saja boys x demon manager! fem! reader

summary: due to popularity issues, it’s your job to find a way to get the boys back on track. the only issue is, huntrix wants to exterminate you.

a/n: (requested by @violetraccoon-4) language, sexual references, threats— rip Jinu. I hope this satisfies you. (Baddie y/n is back)

You didn’t believe in their scandals.

The whole Saja Boys boy band? Yeah, in your eyes that was the most hilarious thing you’ve ever heard. But when Gwi-Ma assigned you to be their manager for coordinating their performances?

You immediately stopped smiling.

“I didn’t ask for this bum-ass job!”

Your hand slammed the table again, growling at Jinu who raised a brow. Lately, the public has been drawn to Huntrix, and there was not much to do when the band has already overused Soda Pop in literally all of the concerts.

“Just bring something nice to the table, alright?” he sighed, scrunching his nose, “You’re not going to be doing much—“

“You motherfucker,” you hiss, and you feel your marks grow on your skin as you lean forward, not caring that the door is flung wide open, “I am the one who coordinates everything for you guys— from the shows you perform to the underwear you wear—“

You’re interrupted by a knock on the door, and instantly you’re morphed back to normal, smiling softly at your assistant. She was standing with a clipboard, and a phone in her hands as she raised a brow at you.

“You have a call Miss Manager…” she says, “Caller ID is listed as Bobby.”

Yes, you knew you were an all powerful demon, though, of course, Gwi-Ma wouldn’t accept it. In your past life, you were an event coordinator for famous bands and teams— and it seemed like you could never escape being a manager for everything. So when it came to be the opportunity to pull strings, you just so happened to meet Bobby at a café. Turns out, he’s also the Huntrix manager.

“Well don’t just stand there, c’mere,” you manage to say sweetly, luring the human in and taking the call, “Hello? This is Saja Boys Manager Miss y/n l/n!”

“Ah! y/n!”

You cringed a little at the bubbly voice, but you continued, “Bobby! How’ve you been?”

Your hand makes a shoo motion at your assistant and she scurries off. Jinu tries to follow but you snap your fingers, pointing at him to sit his ass back down. You weren’t finished with him.

“I’ve been doing really good actually! I called for a professional opinion, if you’re not busy?”

“Oh I’m not!” you take a seat in front of Jinu, glaring at him as you cross your legs, “What’s the question?”

“Perfect! I was wondering if the Saja Boys would want to collab with Huntrix? We’re kind of hitting a dead end in advertising and we need something new for the public…you know what I mean?”

So it seems that both bands are struggling. The options weigh in your head, but Bobby’s request is the least of your worries as Romance comes in with food.

“I don’t know, I think we’re going to have to talk it out in private.” you wave your finger at Romance, who’s about to blurt, “When can we meet?”

The other end grows silent, and you hear mutters of brief conversation;

“Tuesday at noon?”

“Where?” you reach for your notepad and pen.

“Uh, coffee shop again?”

Bobby’s voice became awfully nervous, so you ask,

“You sure?”

“Yep! I’ll see you there!”

You didn’t even have the chance to confirm. A quiet silence followed, but not before Romance cleared his throat.

“So, what happened?”

“You’re getting fucked in the ass,” you spat, kicking his shin with a satisfying ouch, “No food in my office!”

There were many things that ticked you off. And Romance? He was definitely one of them. Even after working as their manager for an entire year, you never got used to them. You felt like their nonbiological mother reprimanding and praising them. But praise is very, very rare for them to earn.

However, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love them. The relationship was sort of platonic, if you didn’t consider the constant flirts you received from Abs and Romance. Baby and Mystery were kind of the quiet children, but your favorites. Not once did you have to swear at them or tell them not to do something— so much so that they’re the ones you secretly give treats to. Ice cream, cake, or even soda— they get it all.

Not the others though.

And Jinu? He made you want to rip your horns out and claw right back into the depths of the honmoon. This demon thinks that simply because you’re smart and hot as fuck, that you can make anything happen. And you do, of course, but at the price of your sanity. If you were human, you’d be dead and lying in a ditch.

So now, here you were, days later waiting in a cafe. Your kitten heels from back in your era was now the modern fashion, and some of your peculiar tastes of suits stayed the same. And the glasses you constantly wore? They were simply a fashion statement and it made your horribly cute face slightly more intimidating.

The sky was awfully bright and cheery, or however people called it these days. The sun beat down on your skin, making you sigh in discontent. For some reason, the place was nearly empty, and not much customers were lingering by. Though, this was the place you “met” Bobby. And you say “met” because you totally didn’t track him down and perhaps think he might be useful later on.

“Oh, sorry for the wait!”

The voice was nothing but feminine. You turn, your heart skipping a beat when you see the girly trio. Like c’mon, you’re a demon— it should be rational if you got scared at the sight of hunters instead of an innocent human. Rumi pulls up a chair from another table, and the other two girls just stare into you.

“I’m sure you were expecting Bobby,” she began, her eyes growing to a glaring slant, “But he can’t see you right now.”

You bit down on your tongue, stopping yourself from saying something vile, “Well, I should make my leave then.”

You’re stopped by Mira, whose tall height looms over you. A frown dug on her face as her gloved hand sat you back down. You analyze Zoey, whose hands cover a sparkling dagger.

They were here for business.

And as confident as you were, you leaned back on your chair. Your fingers grazed the bracelet you wore, an emergency utensil you simply had to tap to release a few demons. But you waited, it was much too soon for that and you were curious about how this was going to unfold.

Afterall, you weren’t one of the most strongest demons in hell for no reason. You live up to that name every, single, fucking, day. For now, you kept your composure as you smiled.

“No, we’re here to ask you some questions,” said the half-demon, “And the first one is—“

“What were you trying to do with our sweet Bobby!”

She’s interrupted by Zoey, whose cheeks huff with anger, “What does a demon like you want to do with him? We’ve been watching you and—“

“Me? A demon?” You say innocently, your brows furrowing, “I mean I get that I can look evil sometimes, but to say I’m like a demon is awfully rude, don’t you think?”

“Don’t lie,” hisses the woman behind you, her nails digging through the fabric of your blazer, “We can see your marks— and we’ve seen it before when we were undercover—“

“So you admit that you were conducting an illegal invasion of privacy?” You tilt your head, fluttering your lashes, “That wouldn’t sound very nice on the news.”

Mira growls, pushing you forward onto the dainty coffee table. Your arms were pulled back, and your cuffs pulled upwards to reveal your demon patterns.

“Demon.” She spat.

You notice Zoey raising her glittering weapons, angry tears in her eyes. A grin tugs on your red lips, and you still continue the oblivious act:

“They’re tattoos inspired by porcelain.”

“You don’t need to lie anymore,” says Rumi, her lips pulled to a frown with distaste, “You’ve been caught, and we’re going to use you to kill the Saja Boys.”

You sigh, muttering, “I’m not paid enough for this.”

You launch out of your seat, your claws grabbing at the violet’s wrist as you throw her onto the table. A crashing sound followed after a loud ouch, and you grin, running your fingers through your locks;

“Should’ve let me go when you had the chance, ladies.”

And before you could slash at Rumi, who was quick enough to dodge and slip under you, strong hands pulled you back. You recognize them simply by how burly and touchy they are when they wrap around your tits and give them a light squeeze.

“Abs! You fucking idiot—“

Mystery, Baby, and the others formed a wall in front of you, arms crossed as they stare sternly at the disheveled women. Why was it that the moment you were going to pull such a badass move, they come and ruin it all?

“Rumi.”

“Jinu.”

The leaders spit each others names, and you could only peek through the shoulders in front of you to see the scene unfold. The hunters had already pulled out their weapons defensively, and aimed at Jinu. The raven waved his hands down, most likely for them to relax— which was impossible given the situation.

“We’re simply here for our manager, we can fight some other time.”

Glares were exchanged, and the moment was tense. But you knew if it was meant to be, then the boys would go tooth and nail for you. The girls looked at you through the crevices of the boys, and you swore you saw two of them sobbing because of how close you were to Abs.

“Tell her to stay away from our Manager,” Rumi hisses, pointing her sword at you, “And we should be fine.”

“Yeah! He already has a girlfriend!” Zoey adds, her cute face still furious.

“I don’t even like him!” you blurt, ending the tension as you try to escape the demons hold, “He’s too young for me!”

“Oh.”

“What?!” you yell, raising a brow at the dumbfounded girls, “Did you think I was into him?!”

“Er, no— it’s because you’re a demon!”

And with that, they crab walked away in speed. Your jaw is hanging open in disgust, but you completely disregard it and huff at the boys who turn to you in concern.

“Are you ok, y/n?” Baby asks, his head tilted.

“I’m doing swell, thank you,” you say softly, but then look up at Jinu in a growl, “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“We saved you that’s what,” He says, crossing his arms, “You should be thanking us.”

You look around, making sure there was no passing civilian.

“The moment this brute lets me go, I’m gonna fucking peg you down the floor.”

“Well,” Jinu snaps his fingers at Abs, “You heard her, don’t let her go.”

And you’re glad that the muscle man is stupid because he hears it the other way around.

“You’re fucked,” you hiss, your mauve claws itching.

“You had one job, Abs. One. Job.”

work and rights belong to me, laurel.

[jjllmx]

The Manager’s Guide to Demon Boybands: A Witch’s Oath

Shadows Between Us

Chapter5/Chapter6/Chapter7

A Rooftop, Late Evening

The city stretched beneath You, its lights blinking like distant stars in the twilight. It had been a long day of rehearsals and photo ops for the boys, but you had stayed behind—again. There were always things to check, always things to prepare. You couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something was off, a nagging sense that there was more to everything than met the eye.

Standing alone on the rooftop, the wind tugging at your blazer, the chill of evening settling in. Your thoughts were on the warding rituals performed earlier, the minor charms that were now humming beneath your skin. They should have been enough. But something felt different tonight. It was like the air itself was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen.

It’s just nerves. You’ve done this a hundred times, she told herself, but the feeling lingered.

As she adjusted her earpiece, ready to check in on the boys’ next performance schedule, she noticed the faintest shimmer in the air ahead of her. It was subtle—something she would have missed had she not been attuned to the magical frequencies around her. A ripple, barely there, but unmistakably unnatural.

Before she could react, a flicker of black smoke shot toward her, followed by a shriek—a sound unlike anything human. It came from the shadows beneath her feet, twisting and writhing like a creature coming to life.

Your heart raced, instinct kicking in. You reached for the sigils hidden in her jacket, preparing to draw them into place, but the creature’s movement was faster than anticipated. Black claws reached out, slashing through the air in her direction.

You stepped back, magic flaring just in time to create a weak barrier, but the claws scraped across it with a sickening sound, forcing you to stumble.

Not enough. Not enough, she thought, panic creeping into her chest.

She had always been in control—always able to ward off anything that came her way, but tonight, something about this creature was different. Stronger. Darker.

Before she could react further, a flicker of movement by her side caught her attention. The air around her seemed to tighten, a brief rush of cold energy following it. A figure was beside her, too quick to track, and before she could fully comprehend what was happening, the creature was slammed backward, its attack interrupted by a sudden shockwave of power.

The figure stood between her and the creature, blocking its advance. She blinked as the figure shifted, revealing Mystery, his posture poised yet unbothered. The faintest shimmer of energy seemed to ripple from his direction, something that made the creature hesitate. His eyes never left the shadow, but his presence was solid, unshaken by the chaos around them.

He didn’t move much, his gaze steady, focused solely on the creature. You took a step back, hand still on the sigil, but it was clear that Mystery’s subtle presence was more than enough to stop the creature in its tracks. The shadows recoiled for a moment, then disappeared into the darkness as quickly as they had come. The night settled, the energy that had crackled between them fading as Mystery’s gaze relaxed.

You stood there, momentarily stunned, as he turned toward her. His expression didn’t change, but there was a quiet acknowledgment in his eyes.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, almost detached.

You nodded, taking a breath. "I’m fine. Just… didn’t expect that."

He tilted his head slightly, but didn’t offer much else. There was something in the air between them, a silent understanding. Mystery didn’t need to say anything more—the moment spoke for itself.

“Thanks,” she added, still processing.

He simply nodded once, then took a step back toward the shadows, his figure blending with the night. Before he disappeared completely, he glanced over his shoulder, and for the briefest of moments, their eyes met. No words. Just a quiet connection, and then he was gone.

Backstage – Later

The boys finished their performance successfully, but your thoughts were obviously elsewhere. As they filed back into the dressing room, Abby gave you a questioning look. "You good?" he asked again, his voice softer now, more genuine.

You nodded. “I’m fine. Just need to reinforce a few things tonight.”

Walking over to the staff area, moving past the boys. You didn’t stop to chat, lost in the quiet buzzing of your thoughts. You had felt something earlier, but couldn’t pinpoint it yet.

You caught a glimpse of Romance talking to someone, and while his smile was as effortless as always, you couldn’t help but feel the faintest trace of unease.

Focus. You reminded herself. There’s a bigger picture here.

Later That Night – Your Apartment

She stood at her desk, watching the faint, lingering shadows from the earlier encounter dissipate as her wards settled back into place. The attack had been quick, almost too quick. Who was behind this?

The metal scrap from the rooftop lay on her desk, now burned clean and warded once more. But it had been just one piece—there had to be more. Someone was testing the boys’ defenses.

She opened her journal and quickly jotted down a few notes.

Shadows are closing in. It’s not just about them anymore. Someone is sending things, testing weaknesses. They’ll come after the boys, but they’ll target me first.

She paused, her fingers hovering over the page, tracing a line that wasn’t there. Mystery’s presence was… different. He didn’t seem affected by the creature the way I was.

Another line, added with a quiet, deliberate hand: Next performance: double the protections. If this escalates, it’ll be worse than a curse.

She closed the journal and turned off the lights, the low hum of the ward in her hand sending a small pulse through her fingers. She lay back, but even as her eyes closed, the sense that something was watching, something waiting, didn’t leave her.

Not tonight.

AN: Okay so… that escalated a little. 😅 This chapter dipped into the shadowy side of things, but don’t worry—you’re still standing (mostly). Mystery stepping in like a silent, dramatic bodyguard? Iconic. Zero commentary. Maximum impact. 10/10 would trust again.

The story’s starting to shift now—more weirdness, more danger, and definitely more "wait, was that normal?" moments ahead.

Taglist: @poem-bee @gremlinartstudio @wantstoliveinfantasy @lovely-maryj @buggaboobich @idkokfu @osball

[jjllmx]

Kpop demon hunters

Huntrix vs Saja boys

X Honmoon! NB oc

Part 1 * part 2 * part 3 * part 4 * part 5 * part 6 * part 7 * part 8 * part 9 * part 10

Part 11

Part 12

..................💓..................

The song the girls were coming up with, was pretty good.

However the words of them made Honey frown.

Demons were bad, but must the idol awards song have to be this one?

Its been a couple of days and the Saja boys fame kept rising and rising, they won a couple of awards.

And Honey was commissioned over and over again.

Time with the boys was pretty fun.

Baby tought Honey how to pick a lock and snatch things without people noticing.

Romance and Honey write poems while watching novelas.

Abby used Honey as a weight for his workouts, so that was fun.

Mystery and Honey cooked things, Honey making sure Mystery waits till the food is done to stuff his face.

And Jinu

****

Jinu was looking at his Bipa and sighed as he closed his eyes and frowned Abit. The voices, louder then ever. Pushing him to get more souls.

Jinu glared at the ground as he clenched the instrument. Then felt it, a presence again, warm and welcoming.

He looked over "hey" Honey smiled softly. "Hey.." Jinu spoke up and puts the instrument away.

"just came here to start on your measurements..." Honey explained and lifts their bag to show him. "Right" Jinu nods as he sat down quickly, almost too quickly, he almost falls over.

Honey grabs onto him and giggled "you okay?" He asked softly. Jinu nods rapidly and sat up again. He cleared his throat and looks to Honey who settled to a table and puts their stuff down.

"how have you been despite ....trying to destroy the human realm?" Honey asked and turns with the things they needed.

"great actually" Jinu said and cleared his throat awkwardly.

There was a silence.

As Honey did their work, they accidentally bumped into something and it falls over "oh! I'm sorry" they squeak and picks it up the looks at the item.

"your...Bipa" Honey spoke. Jinu stiffens "uh right! Yea....just keeping it around for now before ....things" Jinu scrunches his face up about the lie.

Honey caressed the strings and smiled "it looks so old....I'm glad you...kept it" they blush softly. Their markings glowed slowly as they strung a cord gently.

Humming a small melody.

Jinu listens silently, swaying at it.

'the Honmoon doesn't make their own music, they only steady channels to it's surface and keep it strong, as well as giving power back to the hunters'

they stopped.

"why did you stop?" Jinu asked in a quiet tone.

"I'm sorry" honey spoke and blushed even more

"for what?" Jinu asked

"I was humming.." Honey pursed their lips, why were they apologizing?

Jinu frowned at that and glared slightly "what have they been teaching you?" He huffs. "Why would humming be worth an apology...you hum beautifully" he admits.

"I know....it's just unbecoming of me" honey explains and wrote things down then turns back to Jinu who looked at them with a small sad look.

"you know if you could just let us in, we'll be able to sing and play like we used to, dance without some hunters telling you what to do" the black haired male reasons.

"that would sound like so much fun....but if I do let you in. How am I sure you will? If anything you just need me to feed your king" honey said and shook their head.

That made Jinu frown as he sighed "it was fun...wasn't it? You and me? Late at night. You dancing so... perfectly to my every song?" Jinu said.

"remember the dance?" He swayed his hips and bumped his hip to Honeys arm. Honey giggled "not that one" they shook their head.

"come on you know it" Jinu grinned and took Honeys hand and raised it, Honey snorted and swayed their hips. Both swaying in sync.

They both laughed and dance like two clowns.

Honey took the Bipa and raised it to Jinu. "Play it....for me?" They asked. Jinus heart leaped from his chest at that.

An invitation?

He plays this song now, it would definitely hypnotize Honey. It would be perfect.

But Jinu frowned and held the Bipa tightly.

He.... couldn't.

"I can't....you have work to do" Jinu smiled. And poked honeys cheek "aww" the deity pouts.

The man was trying to get Honey to see what they've been doing to them. How things would end up if they turned gold

They would be gone, not the Honmoon but Honey will be gone. Honey following the hunters would only leave them to not existing anymore.

Jinu could free them, free them from these walls and this duty that would only benefit others and not them.

"done" Honey spoke and looked away with a small blush "and...thank you" they mutter. "For the fun"

Once Honey had left

Jinu held his precious instrument again and held a deep frown.

"that was your chance" Baby popped up. Jinu tensed up and glanced over to him. "It wasn't necessary" Jinu spoke and shrugged.

"it looks to me that they were right in your hands....and you let them go" the turquoise haired demon tilts his head curiously.

"now wasn't the time...I was only seeing how I can manipulate them better next time" Jinu glared slightly at the other demon.

Baby hummed as he sucked on his lollipop and gave Jinu a smirk "you aren't going soft for the Honmoon are you Jinu? I thought you were over them" he giggled.

"Gwi-ma won't be pleased" Baby pouts.

"give it a rest baby" Jinu snaps and turns away, putting his Bipa away.

"hm"

****

Honey layed on the couch and scrolled through their phone. They look up to see Rumi walk in

"Ru" Honey smiled "I haven't seen you all day" they said and tilts their head, curiously.

"oh! Yea....sorry about that, got things on my mind" Rumi spoke and sighed.

Honey frowned at that "is it....the marks again?" They asked and frowned softly. Rumi looked to Honey, she watches as Honey opened their arms in offering.

Rumi pursed her lips then sighed as she goes to Honey and sat down. She leaned onto them and melts when Honeys arms wrap around her.

"I'm just....worried, the patterns are getting worse. Where are getting closer to the idol awards and I'm just ....stuck if only I wasn't....this" Rumi states.

Honeys arms aaaaalways brought out the words stuck in her throat. "What is "this"? You make it seem like it's a horrible thing" they spoke

They saw the self doubt in Rumis eyes. "Being part Demon.....it should be a crime" Rumi whispers and shook her head.

Honey frowned at that "your mother and father's lover shouldn't be a crime. Love shouldnt be a crime" they shook their head.

"I find it stupid, humans do this all the time, calling genuine love a crime, or sin, or problem" the deity had seen far too much conflicts on such a topic.

Many people suffer in the end.

Rumi paused "where they really....In love? Or was my mother just being used" she asks. Playing with her long hair, it was down and flowy.

Honey began braiding it and hummed in thought "you have no idea" they spoke and looked ahead. "She would always sneak off to go see him....they fell in love.......then had you" honey explains.

"kinda like what you're doing with Jinu now" Honey snorts. Rumi stood up "wha! HOW?" she exclaims in shock and panick

"Ru, I am everywhere. I know many things" The god explains and smiled fondly. "I don't shame you for seeing him....he is still...amazing" Honey looked away.

Rumi blinked in shock "I'm only trying to get information from him Honey, I would never betray the hunters" she states.

Fear crawling up at her.

"maybe try becoming friends with him, see him for his problems and maybe you can have another to support you too" Honey said in hope.

"no!"

Rumi snaps.

Honey stayed silent

"I am only doing this to find a way to get rid of him, the sooner they are gone, the sooner we can get you to be Gold and them as well as these will be gone.....and I won't have to lose my best friends" Rumi states coldly.

"but lying to them? Mira already is seeing how you've been lately. You should tell them" Honey pleads. They don't want to see the girls fight in the end.

Rumi shook her head "nothing will change till these are gone okay?" She said in frustration.

Honey stayed quiet and nodded slowly.

***

A day or so later

Bobby and Honey had arranged a meet and greet for the girls and their fans.

Things were tense, the Saja boys kept winning the fans over and more and more humans have been going Missing. The hunters could only do so much.

"alright, I know things have been all Saja Saja Saja but today it will be about Huntrix, Huntrix, HUNTRIX. Yea!" Bobby exclaims. Honey slide in and pumped the air "yea!" They exclaims.

They were in charge of selling merch so they were decked out in Huntrix merch.

"you look amazing by the way Young hoons" Bobby gave a thumbs up. "Thanks for taking care of merch distribution" he said happily "course Bobby" Honey grinned. They pass the markers to the girls.

Zoey giggled "you look really silly" she said and shook her head. "Only the best and weirdest for our girls" Bobby and Honey harmonized and grinned.

Then the fans were let in

"hey single file line" Bobby called out and the fans got into better formations. "Make sure to pass by the merch booth with me" honey called out and smiled.

Lots of fans blushed, they all knew of Huntrix's lead fashion designer. They've noticed that they were rather exclusive when it came to who got their clothes designed and tailored.

Huntrix took that spot for the years they've been famous.

Honey was currently selling the merch then raised a brow as they turn to the 5 sleeping bag ppl and only sighed softly. "Boys" they spoke with a fond chuckle.

Rumi smiled "who do I sign this out for?" She asked then looks up.

"to our biggest fans" a familiar voice ring then they popped out of their sleeping bags. The crowd gasped and cheered

The Saja boys have crashed the meet and greet.

"table stat! " Bobby called out as many grabbed a seat and chairs, leading only half of the fans to leave the line.

Rumi frowned "the Saja boys are sitting with us!" She announced and she got the fans back.

Honey had noticed Jinu and Rumi being highly close to each other, however Rumi didn't seem so happy about it.

Mira was being stuck with Romance on one side and Abby on the other. She looked like she was gonna murder the two.

Zoey was very giddy and smiley around mystery. Mystery seemed happy too, and baby was....baby?

Honey watched and smiled happily at them getting along so well.....kinda? For the fans at least. And for Their Honmoon, but Honey didn't know that.

Jinu hummed "have you told them yet?" He whispers. Rumi glared "I haven't but that's none of your business" she hissed back.

They both bickered but both froze and looked to see who was holding their shoulders.

Honey smiled happily at the two "make sure to smile you two" they said softly "you guys okay?" They whisper.

Both their faces turned bright red at the whisper.

" we are FINE!" The male and female yelled. The crowd whispered at that. Jinu looked away, eyes wide and wondering, Rinu fiddled with her hair then looked to Jinu and narrowed her eyes at him and stomps on his foot again.

"hey!" Jinu yelps and hissed in pain as he stomps back. Honey sweatdrops and squeezed their shoulders

Painfully so making their both stomp and wither in pain.

Then it was back to signing.

"Mr..Jinu?" A lil girl spoke up

"I made this for you" she said shyly.

Jinu blinked in shock "for....me?" He took the drawing gently. Rumi couldn't help but smile softly at that. "Maybe you should listen to these voices instead of the ones in your head dumbass" she whispers.

Jinu blinked and looked at Rumi then Honey.

Both talking and greeting fans.

Giggling together.

'cute'

*

Rumi smiled softly at HOney then frowned “im sorry…honey, for…snapping like that, i was in the wrong. No amount of frustration was a good excuse at yelling at the Honmoon, her friend.

Honey hummed and smiled softly “it’s alright Ru, i don’t blame you for anything” they said and took her hand. Rumi looked down and nods slowly.

*

Jinu felt that cold and old heart of his beat and flutter. The more he watched them

Rumi looks to Jinu, she only pursed her lips, she saw how the man looked at the drawing ‘he isn’t that bad?’ she said with abit of doubt.

He seemed to really admire the drawing, the way he stared at it. “Everyone give it up for JInu” she stood and clapped and the crowd all cheered for him too “woo! Jinu” the girl smiled. Honey looked at Rumi and smiled brightly at that and clapped as well.

Mira and Zoey looked at her in disbelief the at honey.

He shook his head then stood “sorry! But the saja boys must go” he said and smiled. The boys all got up

Honey pouts “ see you boys soon okay? I have your outfits almost ready” they explained.

Th boys cheered and all gave small touches of appreciation.

A kiss on each kiss from Romance

A quick hug from Baby

A head pat from Abby

A Hair nuzzle by mystery

And a gentle kiss on the knuckles by Jinu

They leave.

..................💓..................

[jjllmx]

YOOOOOOOOOOOOO YESSSSSSSSSSSS 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽😭😭😭😭😭😭

in control – (that's how i like it and i'm never letting go)

huntrix looked up to their k/da seniors as role models – even believing they were hunters for some time ! when your new album comes out with song much darker than their usual sound, they're intrigued by the lyric credits.

pairing(s): huntrix x k/da!demon!reader

warnings(s): n/a

request | a/n: takes place a bit after the movie ! my lore knowledge of k/da isn't the greatest so this is more about you and huntrix 😭

k/da fans everywhere loved their girls equally, from their powerful queen to their badass maknae. one of the best things about stanning a multi-talented group was seeing one of the members consistently in the production and lyric credits. their one and only, the oldest member of k/da, the most talented writer ever – dae dahlia (대 달이아).

blades always complimented your stagename and how fitting it was! you were their amazing flower, blooming whenever you were up on stage. as mysterious yet beautiful as a flower, you acted as k/da's all-rounder member – mastering dance and rap like it was your second sense. however, you bloomed best when it came to your lyric writing and the meanings you had in each song.

but there was barely any information about you when POP/STARS came out – you were a new face to the industry! they knew your mbti and birthday from your member announcement post, of course, but they needed a fancall to learn your name – your REAL name! they wondered... who were you really?

you were always.. different than the other demons

for example, they'd complain about gwima's constant whispers and you just stare at them like .. "?? what whispers?"

you were always interested in human things – their cultures, food, friendship, music

it captivated you, even to the point where you started to stop taking souls as you grew empathy for their lives

eventually, you decided to escape and join the human world, enjoying life unlike any demon's ever experienced before !!

it's actually how you met k/da in the first place, through some auditions with ahri

she interviewed you personally, figuring out what you wanted out of this experience, until you admitted you just wanted to write music. she looked into the messy papers you scratched on since you had appeared on the surface. they were in korean, but a strange dialect of korean that seemed old – ancient. some lines were stale, copied from the radio or some songs her seniors had sang before until she got to the paper furthest in the back.

i'm alive, but i'm dead?

listen to my voice in your hear my voice crawling in your ear up in your head??? i regret it all now note: that's dumb

watch it fill you full of dread until you go (grrra pow!)

it caught her attention – your intelligible writings and mysterious margin drawings. combined with your question answers being fascinated with life as if you had never lived before, claiming a lack of proper training but being a natural dancer and singer, and your far away look as if you were thinking of another life that was centuries old, she couldn't put her finger on it but.. you intrigued her. enough to get a second interview. then a trainee card. and eventually, a debut date.

you were put together in the final lineup of k/da as their producer and sub rapper officially

but you did a little bit of everything – leading to your label as the all-rounder

even sharing your lyrics with them blew them away everytime, and you took incredible time recording demos behind the scenes

in fact, your stage name came from your past

it came from 달아나다 (dal-a-na-da), meaning to run away from something undesirable – like your life under gwima

but you had something solid now – this idol life, friends who loved you, and adorable fans !

but one late night in the studio, you had a thought plaguing you

why be free on the surface but secretive to your closest friends ? it broke your heart, keeping your secret from those you loved the most

so, you admitted your past to them, revealing your marks to them and everything

you feared it would change everything between you .. but you didn't want to hide anything from them any longer

but it had been so long since you met that they knew they could trust that you had changed

and they took it upon themselves to protect your image at all costs

and they always reassured you that they'd always love you – whenever you needed it

akali even came up with the idea to say that your markings were tattoos you got in celebration of your debut since they were similar to her jacket in POP/STARS – which made you giggle

and when you started to reveal them more to fans, a fellow girl group took a major notice

"RUMIIIII!!" a high pitched squeal came as hands blasted against rumi's door. when the purple haired leader opened her door, her fellow members pressed their phones into her face immediately. "did you see k/da's comeback photoshoot!?"

"no? i didn't know it was out already!" rumi was actually the biggest fan of k/da in huntrix. she'd always talk about you being her major influences when it came to seniors she looked up to. she would've pulled out her own phone to look, but the look in mira's face started to worry her. "you two don't.. look excited." they shared a look before showing her your photos – arms out and markings wrapping your arms like vines. it was the most skin you ever really showed, and now? they understood why. "she's.."

"a demon, too." mira spoke the quiet part aloud. rumi looked down at her own arms where her markings sparkled from the effects of the honmoon. lots of thoughts went through her head. you were her bias, after all. were.. you just like her? part demon and forced to hide it all this time? "do you guys think she's.. yknow.. like the sajas?"

"no!" rumi's voice came out more surprised than she meant it to. she cleared her throat. "no.. we.. we shouldn't get the wrong idea. what if.. she's like me? or.. like jinu?" there was a shared silence between the three at the mention of his name, before a notification came up on zoey's phone.

"guys? their new ep just dropped."

when villain came out , everyone was stunned by the darker lyrics

you went to ahri with the old lyrics that impressed her back in 2018

you dug into your memory – your history with the life you hid away and finally finished those lyrics

your members took a lot of care in following your demo exactly to carry out the story you wanted to carry out through "villain"

even in the music video, you were listed as one of the creative directors

there you go, k/da's all-rounder <3

much like the concept video, the mv was mostly shrouded by shadows – representing how you had put that past behind you

you were even surrounded by chains and were trying follow small flickers of light like you were trying to escape the dark, even though you sang like you were cocky and proud

until the very end when you preformed the final chorus in the sunrise, owning your past and acknowledging how you've changed like how the night changes into the day

at least .. that's what you've explained in interviews

huntrix were more in awe of you than before

the story you carried out was analyzed by fans everywhere and huntrix understood what you conveyed perfectly

to the point that they just HAD to know more from you specifically

in the building of the inkigayo music show, you sat on the iconic stairs, posing as your fellow member, evelynn, bent over to get your best angles before she was called for makeup. the second she waved to leave, the clicking of excited heels came up towards you. you bowed, the trio scrambling to do the same.

"um.. let us introduce ourselves!" the girls beside her lined up as they made a cross pattern with their 4-shaped fingers. "2, 3 – don't miss! hello, we are huntrix!"

"ah, huntrix! congratulations on your comeback." your acknowledgement made them giddy.

"thank you, 선배님 (sunbaenim/senior)!!" the purple haired one giggled. "um, i'm rumi! this is zoey and mira," the two waved with uncontained giddiness at their individual mentions, "and we're just.. huge fans! and we actually uh.. had a question for you.. about your tattoos." you cocked your head at them, hands instinctively going to touch your arms. rumi slid her jacket down off her arm, revealing rainbow shimmering marks – much like yours. your eyes met in a kind of ... soft acknowledgement. one full of vulnerability and empathy.

your staff called you back for makeup at the worst time

you two exchanged numbers immediately before having to go on stage and await your score reveal

it was strange meeting someone else like you up here

you felt seen, yet sympathetic for what rumi might have gone through

she didn't tell you her story, but you knew it was hard

but huntrix cheered extra loud when they announced that your comeback knocked SPF100 out of the park <3

you always knew your music touched listeners worldwide, but you never thought someone would get your true message until rumi

after the awards, you and huntrix decided to meet up as soon as possible

you were invited to their penthouse that weekend

they never told you how they scrambled to clean up for the entire 24 hours before you showed up though

you three talked for hours, sharing stories and feeling heard by someone else for the first time in a long time

especially rumi .. you noticed how she would always stare at your marks

when you described your escape from gwima, they told you how brave you are

and, affectionately, how awesome their senior is <33

"wow.. so you literally crawled out of hell. cool." mira stared at you from the other side of the couch, those normally dark eyes sparkling with awe.

"super cool!!" zoey piped up. "that must've been so scary!! have a lot of demons wanted to leave? or.. were you the first? did you have friends that wanted to come with? do demons have friends? was there–" the pillow that hit her arm cut her off, a glairing look and a nervous smile coming from her leader. you smiled reassuringly.

"sorry about all the questions. we've just never.. talked to someone about this before." she rubbed her hands across her arms. you leaned forward, your hands on hers as she looked up at you. your markings blended with hers. you smiled comfortingly.

"and you think i have?" you sighed. "my members barely know my old life because it was so hard to explain. you all know about demons and hunters, gwima and the honmoon – trying to explain it all to them makes me sound like i'm crazy. this is as healing for me as it is for you... i'm just glad i can be a resource for.. my younger sisters." you chuckled. rumi held your hands gently.

"...thank you for letting us talk with you, 선배님 (sunbaenim/senior)."

"please, call me 언니 (unnie/older sister). and.. my real name." you kept it secret from the public, in fear gwima would send your fellow demons after you to bring you back. your k/da sisters only ever called you by your name off camera to protect you, as well. dahlia was your stage now as much as it was your cover name. now? this trio was sitting around you comfortingly, your heart getting deja vu from when you met your own members. that feeling of a new home.

[jjllmx]

I LOVE THIS THING❗️❗️❗️