kaechannn

[kaechannn]

Heartslabyul 9

Summary: You already have trouble with sleeping as is, now you have to deal with the little plant nymphs hogging your bed.

Your bed wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. It's functional. It has it's working legs, a proper frame that's seen some abuse but will continue to endure for years to come, and has a thick enough layer of a mattress to keep the springs from meeting your skin. You can sleep in it, and that's really all you need. It's also a king-sized bed, courtesy of Mr. Crowley giving it to you when you were eight.

Go big or go home, was probably motto at the time. You distinctly remember that year being filled with feasts for any little accomplishment. Big feasts. Very big feasts, as in Crowley had to magically expand the doorway to get his food through big.

Anyways, point being that this bed, while roomy, didn't really rock to you sleep. So there would be night where you'd just stay awake and stare up at the ceiling, waiting for morning to come so that the morning sleepiness would take you away. You're working on it, there's been progress where now you do get sleepy when the sun sets, but that's about it.

You're still here, lying flat on your back in the dead of night. Still awake with your eyes closed since you made a private vow not to touch anything that was related to entertainment, such as TV or the internet. There would be moments of latency, where your brain fizzles out for short periods of time before tuning into the dead silence. And, during one of those moments, you heard your window click close. A sudden, quiet snap.

You ignored it. Not because you thought it was of no danger, but because this house was so prone to random noises that it didn't even register to you to even think about it. Or linger on it. The snap sounded like the sudden click of your AC, or a random tree branch smacking against your window, you don't know. Noises just kinda sound the same when you're dead tired and the brain taps in and out of the senses.

And, before you know it, you realized you were no longer alone in your bed. Five little weights have tuck themselves close against your person, when they have more than enough room to sprawl themselves out on the bed. Once again, they have all decided to sleep here.

Ace and Deuce always take up the pillow behind your head. Sometimes they get into sleep fights and end up punching each other awake. Or they stay dead asleep and you find them in the morning mid-tussle, little leafy limbs pressed against one another. Cater would be curled against your ear, sleep-talking in those squeaky, bug-like chirps, and occasionally rolling around when he's real deep in sleep. Then he would wake up, realize he rolled away again, and crawl right back to your ear. Trey likes to sleep against your neck, feet propped against your collar bone. Every so often, you have blow air at Trey when he tries to get his grubby little hands on your lips just to see your teeth. And Riddle he likes to sleep on your chest, head against your heart. Well, not really sleep actually. He dozes and it's very easy to disturb that. You breath out a sigh and suddenly Riddle is alert, just like that.

For all of their chaos, they are creatures of habit. They are here, and they have taken up their usual places. And now you're trapped in this position until…probably morning. Ugh.

It's all fine, really. You don't mind them being here, but it makes moving impossible. It's too easy to squish them. You don't want their little bodies to go crunch just because you needed to stretch some stiff muscles.

So, what do you do?

You accept your fate. Nothing to be done.

You took a deep breath in and slowly sighed it out. Riddle's head whipped up, looking around for any sign of danger and that had you chuckling a little.

"Go back to sleep," you said, feeling as if gravel was in your throat. You didn't need to do anything more. Riddle's head swayed this way and that, then finally he face planted right back into your chest, as if he fell asleep before he could set himself down.

And now, to hope you can find sleep as well.

[kaechannn]

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 | baby saja x reader

🎫 sum. imagine being a member of huntr/x and having to sit next to baby saja during the fan event. / tw. nothing / a/n: hyperfixation let’s goooo

a joint signing?

you take a look at the people you’re going to have to be seated next to, shooting rumi an “are you crazy?” look before settling your eyes on the blue-gray haired guy to your right.

you watch as he sets down his water bottle, giving you a quick glance before immediately looking away.

he’s… kind of cute.

you internally scold yourself as you take a swig of water to distract yourself.

however, you can’t stop yourself from glancing every now and then at him, and it seemed that he couldn’t help himself either.

a fan came up to you both, making you snap your head up from its original brooding position. “hi! ohmygosh, you both look stunning. could i get both your signatures please?”

you took the fan’s paper in front of you before he could and smile sweetly. “thank you! of course, let’s see here…” you quickly scribble your name, about to pass it to the other person next to you before flinching a little at how close he seemed to get.

with his face near yours, he gave you a small smirk hidden from everyone else’s views as he leisurely took the paper from you and signed it with his name, handing it back to the fan with a sickeningly saccharine smile.

you resisted the urge to face palm because he looked so good doing so.

he takes the next fan’s paper before you do, signing his name with a little plus sign underneath, leaving space for your signature.

and when he hands it over, it’s as if he purposely makes sure that your fingers brush against each other when he does.

you can practically feel the fans’ reactions to this event, more particularly your reactions with baby saja, and for some reason your head buzzes with something akin to excitement at the prospect.

you sign your name, thanking the person albeit a little shakily for coming as they hurry off.

the next time you get the paper first, you add the little plus sign he first added, earning yourself a small smile when he leans closer to watch you write.

although not much is said between you, an unspoken peace with each other is set, with an even greater tension of something blossoming.

and speaking of blossoms… when a bouquet is thrown to him you watch as he moves it out of view of the fans (after doing a half heart with his hand to his cheek), taking a couple flowers out and forcing them into your hands resting on your lap before getting up.

you scramble to get yourself together as you feel your face heat up, in disbelief that that just happened. you force a cheerful, innocent smile to play on your lips as it starts replaying in your head; his softer than you thought hands, the flowers he molded your fingers to grasp, and the cheeky smile he sported as he left.

although your thoughts were more frazzled than his more collected, but still slightly nervous, ones; you shared one same thought.

maybe, just maybe, this person is someone i can spare.

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐙𝐄𝐕 ˎˊ˗ do not plagiarize/steal, repost, translate, and/or claim any of my works as your own.

[kaechannn]

tw - non/con touching, threats of violence, and unbalanced power dynamics. a drabble for dana, @meo-eiru's newest oc and the latest character to inflict me with brainworms <3

For the first time in your life, you couldn’t fall asleep.

Some of it was because of Dana. Alright, most of it was because of Dana. She’d—He’d, you would have to get used to that, he—always stayed until you found it in yourself to lay down, sometimes staving his own exhaustion until the early hours of the morning simply because you had no desire to succumb to yours. Before, you’d keep yourself awake with pastimes and games, pick away at one of your countless embroidery projects or goad Dana into a round of gin rummy. Tonight, though, you could only lay rigid and motionless on your side, eyes clenched shut and jaw set. Dana sat by the fireplace, humming softly.

He was watching you. It felt like he was always watching, these days. It was his face you woke up to in the morning, his hands that helped you dress, his voice that dictated your schedule throughout the day. You could feel his eyes boring into your back, pictured the far-off look he tended to adopt when he thought you weren’t looking. You had half a mind to ask your father for a change of maid, but the memory of the knife in his hand was still so fresh, so vivid. You knew he kept another strapped to his thigh, and a vial of poison in his belt. Attempting to distance yourself from him would lead to one of either fates, you were sure.

And so, you measured your breathing and counted the seconds until sunrise. You might’ve been able to stay in that paralyzed un-sleep until morning that you not heard Dana’s skirts shift, his heels click against the floor as he made his way toward you. The mattress dipped, and then, his chest was against your back, one arm loosely draped over your midriff. This close, you could smell the lavender soap and cigarette smoke that seemed to hang over him like a shroud. You thought he’d kicked the habit, but he must’ve picked it up again.

“I know you’re awake.” It was all you could do not to stiffen against him. He sighed, resting his forehead against the nape of your neck. “You’re more restless when you sleep, always tossing and turning. As if you’ve ever had to worry a day in your life.”

His tone was cold, pointed, but you didn’t move, hoping your paralysis would be enough to bore him. Instead, he sat up, leaning over you to see your face. “You haven’t kissed me at all today,” he muttered, threatening to dip into a whine. “Why is that? The other servants caught me with lipstick stains on my collar so often, they thought I was having an affair with one of the noblemen. What changed?”

Fury raged deep in your chest, hot and indignant. You’d kissed him, sure, pecked his cheek while he was doing your make-up or pulled him into an empty room to kill time between your daily lessons, but that was a joy you shared with your friend, your maid, your sole confidant. The man who bent over you now was just a voyeur, the warden to the prison that he made of your home. Being tied to someone who could kill you – who had planned to kill you – was no way to exist. The stress was constant, a never-ending salt that kept the wound of betrayal open and raw. Had your captor not also provided the bittersweet comfort of a familiar face, you might not have been able to stand it.

Your anger boiled over too quickly, too violently to be choked back down. You snapped up and moved to speak, but Dana’s mouth was on yours before you could spit a word out. It was difficult to remember how careful he used to be with you, all grazing fingertips and soft smiles, like he thought anything too rough, anything too forceful would shatter you. Now, his teeth bit into your bottom lip and his grin was sharp enough to cut.

Rather than let you go, his embrace only grew tighter. An arm found its way to your waist, another to your legs, dragging your body against his. His mouth fell from your lips to the crook of your neck, settling into place as if guided there by instinct. You could feel the cold steel of his knife through your nightgown, and although he had yet to draw it, you took the threat to heart. No running. No trying to escape.

No way out.

“Let’s spend every night like this.” Dana didn’t seem quite so disturbed. “We’ll say that you’ve started having nightmares. That you can only sleep when I’m with you, and you don’t feel safe with anyone else.” He pulled back abruptly, beaming. “Doesn’t that sound perfect?”

His dull eyes caught the moonlight, shining a metallic grey. You used to find it comforting, fortifying, like an overcast sky on a hot summer day. You used to wonder what you would do without him, how you’d ever survive.

Now, you could only force yourself to smile and try not to imagine how you were ever going to get away.

[kaechannn]

Requesting another alien aether scenario, please please please! 🙏 🙏 🙏

hey so this may or may not be a sort of sequel to the first alien aether fic, so check it out before you read this for more context ,, BUT!! this is less of Strange aether and more of alien aether, so i hope u enjoy still!!!! >__<

special thanks to reiden for proof reading tysm <3

"Beidou already left?"

Ayaka's face crumples in sympathy. "Sorry! If I had just known you needed a ride, I would've told her to delay for an hour more!"

You slump to the ground, a resigned sigh dragging out just as the fight leaves your body. Ayaka sinks to her heels beside you, rubbing your shoulders for comfort. "Don't worry, that was my fault," you murmur in defeat. "I should've asked when they were planning to sail off."

Ayaka still looks unsure, her drooped shoulders resembling those of a kicked puppy. You offer her a reassuring smile, patting her hand.

"I'm not mad," you tell her. "It's just a minor inconvenience, promise."

"But… you mentioned you needed to get to Mondstadt for an important matter." And Ayaka takes important matters very seriously.

Actually, the important matter in question was really just you wanting to try out their wine; and apparently, their tastiest—and cheapest—is limited for this season. It is sold as a special, as leftovers from the Windblume Festival. And it is definitely not worth Ayaka's conscience.

You cup her cheeks, feeling incredibly guilty. "It's nothing super serious. I can reschedule. See? Easy—solved. Mondstadt isn't going anywhere any time soon, I think."

"Did we just hear you say Mondstadt?" a shrill voice pipes up a few feet away.

Of course, considering your luck, it's none other than Paimon and her trusty companion, the Traveler. Paimon's entire body wiggles as she waves at you both, while Aether's gaze is locked on you, lips quirked.

"Traveler!" Ayaka cries out, rising to her feet in an instant and all but rushing over to the pair. "You came at the perfect time!"

"Is something wrong?" Paimon asks, faltering.

"Yes," Ayaka replies swiftly before you could even cut in. "You see, Beidou has already sailed off to return to Liyue, but Y/N needed to get to Mondstadt and just missed her."

You don’t like where this is going. "Hold on—"

Paimon gasps. "Are you saying—?"

"I'm not saying anything—!"

Aether hums thoughtfully, grinning at you like he's won something. "Mondstadt? I'm sure we can afford to take a detour, can't we, Paimon?"

Paimon nods enthusiastically. "Yup! It's a good excuse to visit some familiar faces we've missed while we were off traveling!"

"Detour?" You eye him suspiciously. "From Inazuma to Mondstadt?"

Ayaka tugs you to her side, and you oddly feel like a scolded kid in the playground. "Thank you so much. I know out of anyone in Teyvat, the Traveler is someone I can trust. Please take care of my friend."

Aether grins at you. "You're in safe hands."

"We're so glad you could join us, Y/N!" Paimon says, clasping her hands in a single, delighted clap. "It's not every day we get to have another companion."

After what felt like Ayaka selling you off to the most dangerous individual on Teyvat, Aether rented out a boat built for five but crowded with two and a half. You watched helplessly as Aether tossed a heavy pouch of Mora to the dock master with the ease only a world-renowned hero could have.

"Sumeru first! We can't risk it on the ocean without Beidou's crew!" Paimon had chirped when you set sail.

You couldn't complain when they asked if that was alright, since it would be a golden opportunity to set foot on Sumeru, though the way Aether's gaze lingered on you, faintly smug—he probably knows what you're thinking.

It was unsettling for sure, but Aether kept his distance while on the boat. Paimon had dozed off, curled up on Aether's lap. You'd braced yourself for it—that sly grin and heated proximity, the way he did that day. But Aether stayed frustratingly polite. You don't know why you were almost wishing he would pay attention to you. To prove a point? How embarrassing.

The three of you reached a grassy stretch of Sumeru, a bit farther from civilization's reach, all rolling hills and rich with trees. You'd hesitated visibly back at the port, lingering by the city just a beat too long to take in everything. It had been so dangerously tempting to ask for them to stay. But Aether had been watching you, and there was a knowing look in his eyes that meant he could easily make up another excuse to keep you longer, and you knew yourself well enough to recognize your weakness. You wouldn't even hesitate.

"Thank you for having me," you respond politely, inclining your head. "I promise I won't be too much of a bother—you're already doing so much for me."

Paimon waves both hands in front of her face dismissively. "Nah. Don't you worry! It's always fun for everyone to travel in a group! Right, Aether?"

Finally, you both turn to acknowledge Aether's presence, who's off gazing at something else. His hair sways along with the wind. You find yourself entranced by how the sunlight traces over it for a moment. Must be an alien thing to have gold as hair.

Paimon flutters over to her companion worriedly. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"Shh." Aether holds a finger against Paimon's mouth, his brows knitting together in concentration. "You hear that?"

The air seems to have fallen silent as well to listen; and there was only the sound of the fresh wind blowing past your ears, paired by the tickle of the grass against your ankles—then a whirring sound vibrates the ground so heavily you can feel it in your teeth, crawling closer and closer.

Paimon rears back in shock. "That sounds like—"

A dragon-like machine crests the hill and ascends overhead, gears creaking and grinding ominously. And due to its sheer size, its shadow swallows all three of your bodies.

"How is an Aeonblight Drake here?" Aether curses, his wrist flicking as a strange colored light pools in his palm.

Paimon shrieks, streaking past to hide behind you.

For one breathless moment, you are too paralyzed by awe to flee. The pressure sends grass whipping around into the air with each lash of its limb, producing a mock blizzard of green.

Then the drake's lenses lock onto Aether with a click, wings rattling in the air with its rusted hinges—and suddenly, you're mimicking Aether and materialize a handcrafted bow to your grasp. The bow feels frayed and light in your hands—meant to hunt weak animals, and not at all suitable for the size of a ruin machine that would make your arrows seem like a toothpick. But if you aim to buy seconds enough for Aether to strike it down, then—

Aether doesn't question your instantaneous instinct to kill, instead encouraging it with a grim nod. "Shoot at its core!" he yells over the deafening whir of the engine.

Aether's hand flares with elemental energy as the drake flies overhead. He hurls a concentrated vortex, causing it to stumble and flutter erratically. You take it as an opportunity to strike—the arrow hurtles as soon as its core dips into view.

It jerks back, releasing a shower of sparks. But it is not enough. It stabilizes too soon, and it locks onto you.

The realization hits just a bit too late.

You catch Aether's sharp inhale as energy crackles around the machine, its core pulsing gold and straining your eyes. It happens in a flash—before you even know it, a stream of energy hurls towards you. You could've dodged it, but you still feel Paimon clinging to your sleeves, terrified, and there wouldn't have been enough time for you to pull her aside without injuring her. No time at all. So you shove her to the side with your body and brace yourself for the blast that was left unavoidable.

It burns, brutal like a whip, however not bone-deep.

Paimon's cry cuts through the ringing in your ears as you push yourself up. You want to reassure her that it was nothing too serious—it might even heal in a day, saved by the thick leather hugging your forearms.

But you don't notice how Aether stills. Don't notice the way his eyes lock onto your battered form, sleeves singed, and knocked to the ground. You couldn't even catch it if you tried, when suddenly—

Light.

A furious burst of energy, howling and splitting through the air. You and Paimon clutch each other in surprise, unable to see past the blinding glare.

It's unlike anything you've seen before. It is nothing like the elements Teyvat had to offer. It feels as though the ground beneath you trembled, alarmed and unfamiliar by this display of power, just entirely beyond this world.

One blink and the next, and the machine jerks unsteadily, into shuddering spasms. Its gears stutter to a halt, hanging suspended mid-air for a breath of a moment, before crashing to the ground violently, parts scattering around.

The air is heavy with the silence and the smell of smoke coming from the defeated machine.

Aether stands amid the wreckage, heaving and glowing with the same shade of the blast that killed the Aeonblight Drake in a split second. It's like his entire body is thrumming with leftover energy, begging to be released and to burst out of his body, though Teyvat could not take it. It would kill this world in one fell swoop.

Your breath comes in ragged gasps, fingers trembling from the adrenaline—or perhaps shock from the display of sheer power. Paimon is fluttering around you, though her voice sounds muffled from the ringing in your ears, and your attention is solely on the man before you.

Aether whirls around, and your gaze locks.

He stumbles toward you through the settling dust, asking if there is any bleeding or if you were limp anywhere.

You think you're answering him. You must be. But you just can't tear your eyes away from his face. His pupils are blown wide, his chestplate glowing with a light that doesn't belong in this world. A color Teyvat might not even have a name for.

Oh.

So this is why they call him the Traveler.

all this for wine Like i would just rather die hello. Also ik its inaccurate bc aether loves his dull sword but like this is sexier methinks WHOSAIDTHAT

this turned out way more action packed than what i initially planned and its very scary cus my only idea was "aether sees u injured and suddenly boss dead" also i might? make another part since i already set up an opening for me next time so lmk if anyone's interest hehe

[kaechannn]

a/n so i took the whole "aether is an alien" thing and ran away with it (aka aether has a strange way of expressing interest and you just think he's weird)

aether x reader, ayaka&reader&yoimiya, plus my yoimiya bffs w paimon agenda

special feature: earthtooz beta reading the fic, “aether you're so weird back tf up.”

"This is from... Miss Ying'er, you said?" Ayaka turns the bottle in her hands, her grip careful, deliberate—with the grace of a princess. Like she's trying to recreate the procedure in her head.

Yoimiya holds her perfume by the neck and inhales a lungful. "Wow, this smells amazing! Are you sure I can just have it?"

You laugh, amused as Yoimiya dabs it all over her body enthusiastically without even waiting for your reply. "Yeah, don't worry. She just offered me a bunch of samples. You like it?"

Ayaka nods approvingly, still fixated on the miniature vial. She seems endearingly fascinated. "This scent is phenomenal. I might have to ask you to deliver me a box of this next time you go."

You busy yourself with teaching them the best points to apply the perfume, the scents heightened by the dewy atmosphere of the forest. As you sit in a circle on the grass, you share laughter and stories from your extended trip to Liyue. Nothing could ruin this relaxing moment. Yet just as Ayaka offers for you to try on her perfume, Yoimiya gasps and sits upright.

"Oh, oh! I just remembered—Aether is coming over today!" Yoimiya claps eagerly, buzzing with energy. "It's been a while since he's visited Inazuma."

You frown. "Oh."

Ayaka gasps lightly. "He returns today? We should welcome him back."

"Honestly, he should be at the city right now." Yoimiya gathers herself, dusting off blades of grass as she rises to her feet. Without warning, she reaches for your wrist and begins pulling you off the ground.

"Wait, wait, wait." You pull away from Yoimiya's grasp. "I never said anything about joining you."

"Why not?" Yoimiya mirrors your insulted expression. "Hold on, do you have beef with the Traveler?"

Ayaka's fingers press to her mouth, eyes alight, like she's just heard the gossip of the century.

"No, no, it's nothing like that!" you burst out frantically. "We're just not close. Like—um, how you guys are with him, I assume."

"Did he do something?" Yoimiya asks, seriously concerned.

"He's just a bit strange."

"Hm." Ayaka taps an index finger to her chin. "I'd say he's more polite than strange."

Your nose wrinkles involuntarily, memories of your first impression of him flashing back. "Polite?"

Yoimiya exhales dramatically. "Alright. I don't know what's going on, but we're not leaving you here—not after it's been months since we last saw you! You're coming with us."

You turn to Ayaka for help, but she already has her gaze casted away as if expecting it. Accepting defeat, Yoimiya cheers, hooking an arm under yours as she hauls you off before you could sag to the ground. Ayaka follows after, smiling as Yoimiya practically drags you back to the city, her trail smelling like freshly-picked Liyue-exclusive flowers.

It doesn't take long to find the Traveler's whereabouts—practically everyone is gushing about his presence and how lucky we are to catch him before he goes! You three discover them walking around the streets of Tenryou, lugging a cart full of street food and packages of what you could only assume are gifts handed by the locals.

"Hi, Yoimiya, Ayaka!" The little floating creature next to the Traveller waves her hands around excitedly. "It's been a while!"

"Hi, Paimon!" Yoimiya exclaims, doubling the energy and stretching her arms for Paimon to barrel towards her chest with a thud.

As you and Ayaka watch the two spin around like separated sisters with fond smiles, you don't notice that Aether has pretty much snuck up behind you until you can practically feel his presence.

You damn near shriek, jumping away as he grins and crowds your space like it's not entirely improper.

"We meet again," he says cryptically.

"Archons," you mutter, terrified.

Yoimiya smacks her fist to an upright palm, as if she's just solved a year-long agonized riddle. "So you have met!"

"You didn't believe me—"

"Yeah! We met Y/N before!" Paimon whizzes over to your personal bubble as well, circling around your head a few times. "Back when we were in Liyue before we left to Sumeru, the Traveler wanted to strike up a conversation."

"Seems like it was very one-sided," Ayaka muses, unforgivably entertained by your distress.

"Yeah, Y/N was a little…" Paimon said with a grimace, missing the way you inch away as Aether eyes you, like he's fascinated by seeing you in a completely different environment.

"Anyway!" Paimon claps once. "What were you guys doing? Not to be weird, but, Yoimiya, you smell so different!"

Yoimiya waves her hand dismissively, appearing coy. "Oh, please."

"No, seriously, you smell like Liyue," Paimon says. "Like you rolled around Silk Flowers. It smells really good, though!"

Ayaka giggles. "Y/N brought home a box of perfume handmade by Miss Ying'er from Liyue, that must be why. We were trying them out."

"Really?" Aether pipes up, not even bothering to address Ayaka directly.

It feels as though your face erupts in flames as Aether angles close enough to dip his head close to the side of your neck.

Your brain seems to have melted out of your ears, warmed his proximity. "Hey—"

"Smells good to me," Aether says, the words holding the same warmth one would give to a five-star meal. Like Ying'er was awaiting his approval.

Yoimiya shares a confused glance with Ayaka. "Y/N's... not wearing any perfume."

Aether doesn't appear deterred by that, unashamed and virtually all over you the same way he was when he found you bored, eating alone at one of Liyue's outdoor stalls.

"Aether is acting weird again," Paimon sighs, like it's an everyday occurrence. "Paimon swears he acted like that last time, too—like giving a dog a bone. Can't snap him out of it."

Yoimiya and Ayaka conceal their laughter behind their palms, though fruitless by the curve of their eyes.

"Must be an alien thing," Yoimiya says, not sounding pitying in the slightest. "Poor thing."

a/n hi guys i swear i didn't get weird while i was gone this has always been my niche </3 i haven't played since natlan update but i still adore these characters, so i thought why not ease back into it with the sixosix favorite: aether

[kaechannn]

Friendly Adjustments.

Characters ☆ Aether x Reader

Summary ☆ One sunny day, Aether finally realizes his teapot furnitures are missing or either turning up on places he doesn't remember putting them at. Alert yet intrigued, he decides to investigate the mysterious entity messing with his humble abode. Unbeknownst to him, this enigmatic person that drives him insane may or may not be from beyond a screen.

Author's Notes ☆ The reader (you) is not controlling the character Aether in this story, since the Traveler moves around their teapot while you arrange shit around his home. Some things here just basically don't make sense.

Content ☆ Semi–Self-Aware!AU

As the morning sun's bright rays shone upon the grassy lands of his humble abode, golden eyes peered open to take a look at his room's ceiling. Turning to his side, Aether was greeted with the sun harshly landing on his face. He squints from the contact, before backing himself to the wall to let his eyes rest.

A few seconds later, his tired eyes landed on his feather earring on top of the nightstand, reminding him yet again of another busy day to come. He sighed and got off the bed. He stretched his arms in the process, causing a flower vase to crash down the floor.

Aether winced at the sharp sound, his tired self now fully awake after hearing such a loud noise. He put a palm to his face to calm down, thinking of cleaning up the mess he made on such a bright day. Although he doesn't remember putting that teal vase on his nightstand, Aether decided that he'll deal with it later after eating breakfast. He had to get ready and fix himself first.

Putting a distance between him and the shattered vase, he leaves his room to get ready for an upcoming busy day. Before even leaving his own enclosed space, he can already hear the strings of Venti's lyre being tuned downstairs along with his constant sneezing. As he shut the door and walked along the mansion's carpeted hallways, he failed to notice a clinking sound that resounded throughout his now-empty room.

"You've gotta be kidding me," you muttered to yourself as you set your sights on a nightstand with no furnishing on top.

"Don't tell me it's another bug again," you grunted to yourself as you skimmed throughout your mansion for the umpteenth time this week. You remember putting a teal vase beside your Traveler's bedside table last night. When you logged in the next day, it was gone.

That's just one example of some furnishings going missing in your teapot. You remember placing a white cat beside Venti which suddenly disappeared, only to find the small ball of fluff outside the following day, cuddling a lonely Razor.

You've e-mailed HoYoverse on the matter, yet they replied with a vague statement and something about Ayaka's breakfast. These missing furnishings were not a big deal to you back then, but having to craft them every time they get missing is starting to annoy you now.

You've convinced yourself that this is just a bug, ignoring your deluded self that thought "Oh, maybe this is one of those self-aware AUs I've read on the Internet! Maybe the characters themselves are moving these small furnishings–!"

Ridiculous, you thought to yourself.

As you went back on your Traveler's bedroom, you angled the camera to get a bird's eye view, your eyes narrowing once again at the empty nightstand. "Well, someone didn't like that vase," you whispered out to your quiet room.

Putting another copy of the recently-lost vase on it's previous spot on the nightstand, you heard the familiar clinking sound when you clicked the save button. You sighed to yourself as you looked at your small achievement. One furnishing can make or break a single room in your teapot, yet your happy with placing such a seemingly-insignificant, small vase. You spent the rest of your time decorating your teapot, silently rejoicing that the load in your living room area was now cleared due to Sapphire disappearing from the mansion's main interior.

Teleporting outside your mansion, you now went ahead to decorating your mansion's exterior. Your eyes landed once again on Razor and the white cat you placed beside Venti last time. As you were examining Sapphire cuddled against Razor's leg, your eyes darted once again toward an adventurer camp you built using those pre-made furnishing sets the game gives to its players.

'Should I put Bennett there? Maybe I should.'

You put Bennett beside the green tent before clicking save and heading to bed after logging out.

Bennett just scratches his head after magically being teleported in a strange place with an oddly familiar tent, with his buddy Razor standing in the distance.

Another day commenced, and you were once again decorating your teapot. Unbeknownst to you, a certain Traveler is deadpanning at the sight before him.

This time, Aether just kept looking at the poor rock, praying to the Archons above to let the damn thing rest. If Paimon wasn't sleeping, they would've screamed on the top of their lungs to get this... thing to stop.

Ever since Madame Ping gave him the Serenitea Pot for their usage, Aether had been very excited to decorate his own humble abode. The thought of inviting his friends over and making his dream home come to life gave Aether the energy to adorn and refurbish his home with different kinds of furnishings.

Him, along with Paimon, decorated the teapot to their hearts' content. Satisfied with their hard work, they went to bed with smiles on their faces.

As he entered his room after conversing with Venti from the living room, the Traveler came face-to-face with a vase floating. Said vase found its spot on top of the bedside table right beside them. The sound of a click resonated in the air as a guarded expression came upon his face.

'Not this again–!'

"Aether, it's the ghost again–!" Paimon shrieks as trails of constellations and glitter fell before her, disappearing into the air.

'Oh, she woke up!' Aether voices in his mind.

In frustration, he storms off to the living room, another heavy click announcing itself to the mansion. He realized that he didn't even have a pen in his teapot. He grabs his head and shakes it. He stiffens up, scaring Venti in the process with a shriek. He robotically exits his teapot—only now realizing that the sky has turned to nighttime—to hastily steal a calligraphy set from the Kamisato Clan's fixer.

You later logged in your teapot to find the words "PLEASE STOP IT!" on a piece of paper, hastily written with blank ink. A small crying face doodle was also put on the corner of the paper, courtesy of a scared Paimon.

'What?! I never knew there was a new furnishing automatically added to my teapot! And did they seriously just put it here instead of giving it to my mailbox?'

HoYoverse's customer service is about to get it.

Actually, never mind. You don't mind free stuff. Maybe you should decorate the library this time.

"I can't do this anymore, Paimon," he blankly stares at a picture of him hanging out with his friends.

"A-Aether, hang on!" she sobs as she looks at a floating bookshelf quickly darting towards them. She shrieks, before it stopped right by the wall.

A click resounds in the air, and the Traveler's head slams into the table.

"Oho, what happened to Aether~?" Venti barges in like a little shit, before he too shrieks seeing a white ball of fluff suddenly appearing in the library.

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A REQUIEM: chapter one

– Summary: When your friend vanishes, their disappearance becomes buried under the massive wave of missing person cases. You take matters into your own hand, initiating your own investigation in hopes to find their possible whereabouts. The clues you have lead you to the Saja Boys.

– Warning: Yes, this is a yandere thing. Gender neutral reader.

– Note: Will I continue this? I can. Potentially. It can be a small series, probably no longer than five parts in total. Let me know what y'all think? I just wanted to put this part out there because I had the idea simmering for a few hours and finally had to write it out.

– Pages: 3

ch. I | ???

A phone and a conversation. Those were the only two things left behind when your best friend mysteriously went missing one day. Just two clues, and nothing more. No one could answer where or why they just up and vanished, as if they never even existed. There were no traces. 

At first, the local authorities had taken the case seriously. At least, as serious as it could be taken when there were no ominous signs that your dear friend was in any danger. They had asked if your friend had a habit of disappearing, perhaps they went off grid for a bit, it does happen sometimes. But this wasn’t like that, you were sure of it. 

When the missing person cases piled up, your best friend was practically left forgotten, just a face on a poster buried under a heaping pile of more missing person posters. While the police may have forgotten about your friend in the sudden overwhelming surge of dozens of missing persons, you could not forget them. If they would not find them, then you would. 

There were only those two clues: the phone and a conversation. 

Their phone had been found by an alleyway just outside their apartment, between living facilities and a twenty-four hour convenience store. You managed to recover the phone, and opened it with the password you had memorized from watching them input it thousands of times. The first thing that greeted you was a bright screen, nearly blinding you with dazzling colors of mint green and pastel yellow bubbles rising above the words Saja Boys –– Join the Pride! Followed by the image of a five member boy band against a cotton candy colored background, beckoning anyone to join them by becoming a fan. The name of the band was too familiar. 

That led you to the second clue. You were likely the last person who talked to your friend before they went missing. Unfortunately, the conversation had been a rather mundane one. They had called you while they were walking home at sunset, raving about some crazy awesome new band performing a free show they found while out at the town. Stanning new boy bands was not high on your list of priorities at the time, so you just hummed along, letting your friend gush and yap about the experience to their little heart’s content. Eventually, after what felt like hours, they decided to end the call once they were by the convenience store next door to their place. And that was it. That was the last time anyone had heard from them. 

The morning after, you woke up to an obnoxious amount of videos hopping on the dance trend plastered all over social media for these Saja Boys and about fifty missed calls from the family and friends of your companion. 

With little to no choice, you tracked down some events where these Saja Boys would appear. The last thing you wanted to do was attend shows or meet and greets with pretty boys while your friend was still nowhere to be found, but this was the only lead you had. Both the phone and the last conversation held mention of the Saja Boys. So, you made your way to one of their events. 

The line must have been miles long with limited entry. There was no way you were waiting, just to be denied entry when you finally got to the front because of a full house. For these sorts of things, you came prepared. Dressed in all black like a funeral, with a very official looking clipboard (the pages just had printed gibberish), a bag of makeup, and a lanyard around your neck, you looked just like an official assistant. This allowed you to practically waltz in through an unlocked back door. No one dared to stop you, not when you schooled your expression into one of calm casualness to mask the hint of anxiety, frustration, and guilt you felt deep down in the pits of your stomach. 

As you attempted to navigate the maze of hallways and corridors, there was that voice of regret nagging at the back of your skull. Maybe, just maybe, if you had not allowed the phone call to end and stayed on the line until they stepped into the threshold of their home, then none of this would have happened. They would still be here, talking your ear off, and you wouldn’t have to be doing this. In the midst of your brooding, you collided with something firm like a wall. 

Those negative thoughts and sentiments faded as you were dragged back into reality. It was loud, from somewhere nearby, there was an announcer entertaining a restless crowd of eager fans. When you looked up, it was then you realized you didn’t hit a wall. You hit a person. 

A face looked down at you, one that was far too perfect to be real. Yes, you knew idols were supposed to appear like the ideal image of perfection, but this was different. Insane, even. A tall frame and skin that just looked soft and flawless, dark hair that was black and without even a single strand out of place, and deep brown eyes that looked down at your meager simple person. You knew that face. The same one that had been gazing at you adoringly from your friend’s phone screen.

“You’re late.” 

You knew that voice. Nevermind that the owner did not seem to really care if you bumped into him or not. Did he even feel it? The same voice that had been beckoning you forward in that video, pleading you with sweet tones to join the Pride. 

“Saja Boys, you’re on in five!” One of the crew members with a headset shouted from somewhere nearby, probably deeper backstage. You knew that name. 

It only took one extra second for you to realize that this man wasn’t alone, he was joined by the others just a few feet behind him. Five in total, each almost as brilliant and radiant as the last. It was impossible to tear your eyes away, but something was off. There was something in the back of your mind, like an alarm going off. They were all looking at you with mixed reactions of plain boredom or devilish smiles of amusement, and suddenly you felt as if you were some timid creature that had intentionally and rather stupidly wandered straight into the lions’ den. 

The dark haired one, who you had to assume was the leader of this group, eyed you up and down. For a split second, he appeared repulsed as if the mere sight of you was displeasing. When you blinked, he was now giving you such a poised and charming smile. Did you just imagine that? He extended a hand, and you weren’t sure if he was looking for a handshake or expecting you to elegantly place your hand in his as if he were a charming prince. “You’re going to help us, aren’t you, assistant?”

[kaechannn]

btw if you're on this site it is your duty to reblog any post that has been prophecied to reach 10k notes. let's all annoy op

[kaechannn]

Can you do the one about the Shovel Talk in part 7, because I really want to know what happened.

The Shovel Talk

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Ask and you shall receive! Or, at least, I will attempt to anyway. I tried to keep it simple for the most part and I’m working on more parts for this series.

Synopsis: After the defeat of Gwi Ma, you continue to explore your blooming relationship with the five Saja Boys. So, the Huntr/x girls take it upon themselves to have a little talk with them.

TW: Death threats?

Word Count: 1,001

Master List

Things were awkward.

That day you were spending time with the boys, you were going to introduce them to some modern movies like Disney or Studio Ghibli—you hadn’t decided which yet.

The boys and the girls had slowly relaxed from their overly protective and overly clingy mindsets a few days after you and the boys returned. So you didn’t know why the girls had suddenly shown up at the Saja Boys’ apartment.

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey were dressed in casual clothes, sharing one of the recliners with Rumi sitting in it and Mira and Zoey perched on the arm rests like a throne. The boys were squeezed on and around the couch, Jinu sitting in the middle of the couch with Kwan and Hyeon on either side of him. Jum and Chungae sat on the armrests, their feet behind Kwan and Hyeon’s backs.

Meanwhile, you were sitting in the other recliner, looking between the two groups. “I’m gonna… go start that recipe I found… Please don’t maim or kill each other.” You stood slowly. The boys’ eyes went to you, following you as you slowly left the room but they didn’t say anything.

“Okay, we’re just gonna get to know the boys,” Rumi smiled, waving you off gently.

“Yeah, don’t mind us, (Y/n),” Zoey grinned widely, her eyes closing with the size of it.

Mira leaned back on the arm rest, propping her elbow on the top of the recliner, ���Sorry, for dropping in on you.”

“Oh, no, it’s fine…” You waved them off, sliding the folding door closed behind you. ‘It’s not like it’s my place anyway…’

~~~

With you in the kitchen, the aura in the room shifted. The planes of Mira, Zoey, and Rumi’s faces shifted, sharpening as the shadows changed, their eyes narrowing and their smiles falling as they turned their attention on the boys.

The boys tensed, fingers twitching as if readying for a fight. They couldn’t help but wonder if the girls hadn’t actually accepted them, if they were plotting to kill them.

“What’re your intentions with (Y/n).”

The boys faltered at Rumi’s blunt demand. Their figures relaxed but their faces hardened to match the girls. “How is that your business.”

“It’s not,” Mira responded in a clipped, even tone. “But even if she doesn’t want it, we’ll still watch over her.”

“We know we have no place dictating her life, and we won’t,” Zoey added.

“However, (Y/n) has never been in a relationship before and we worry for her,” Rumi propped her chin on her fist, looking at the boys flatly. “So if you all intend to fight over her, or hurt her, we will tell (Y/n) immediately.”

The boys wanted to argue, their tempers flaring at the insinuation that they would hurt you when the girls had been the ones that had turned their backs on you when it counted. Vitriol filled their lips, tempting them to speak and spew the vitriol at the girls.

But they couldn’t.

Because at the heart of the matter, they all just wanted to protect you.

“(Y/n) is the one that shows me the joys of the human world. She teaches me to be human,” Jum stated.

“She’s the only one I want to hold close, her warmth and her scent are home.”

“She’s the one that reminded me what it’s like to be gentle and yet strong at the same time.”

“She’s the first one who’s made me feel really seen and… loved. I want to love her.”

”(Y/n) is the one who saw my… our flaws and she chose to love us anyway. It’s been so long that we don’t remember what it feels like to love another. But if this is it, then we will fight for it.”

Jinu spoke, all the boys looking at the three girls with steely determination. They were flawed, there was no arguing that. They had pasts that they weren’t proud of, things they were just now starting to make up for. But you understood them, you became their guiding light. Their reason to do better than they had before.

The girls took in their words silently, not reacting as they listened raptly. Once they had said their piece, the girls looked at them for a long moment, meeting their eyes one by one. Then they looked at each other, the three girls communicating with their expressions alone—it wasn’t subtle though. The boys watched as the girls deliberated using exaggerated eyebrows, narrowed or widened eyes, pointed looks, and different twists of their lips.

Eventually, they turned back to the boys.

“Fine. But know that if you ever hurt (Y/n), then we won’t hold back,” Rumi stated sharply.

Mira snarled, “We’ll turn you to ash—even if we have to do it the old fashioned way.”

Zoey slammed a fist on the coffee table before them, “No one will ever be able to find your bodies when we’re done with you!”

Kwan smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, “And if you hurt (Y/n) ever again, we’ll be forced to turn the tables and make the Hunters into the Hunted.”

Chungae leaned forward, swinging an arm around Hyeon’s shoulders as he shared Kwan’s smirk, “We’d have to put our limited demon abilities to work.”

Mira bristled, “Oh yeah? Well if you hurt her then we’ll have to shop you all into little pieces and feed you to Derpy and Sussie.”

Jinu raised an eyebrow at the girls, tilting his head, “You really think Derpy and Sussie would side with you over me?”

Rumi quirked her lips, “Oh yeah, definitely.”

From there, it devolved into the two groups lightheartedly trading death threats.

~~~

You couldn’t help but sigh and shake your head in the kitchen. You returned to the recipe you were attempting, not confident in it but you still trudged on.

You couldn’t help but wonder how you ended up with eight dorks but you wouldn’t trade a single one of them for the world.

A/N: The tag list is still full but let me know if anyone doesn’t wanna be tagged anymore!

Outtakes:

You, Saja Boys, Huntr/x: *Casually hanging out together in disguise*

A Random Passerby: *Overhearing them*

Saja Boys, Huntr/x: “I’ll fillet you with my sword and grill your entrails for dinner.” “I’ll rip your heart out with my bare hands and rip your throat out with my teeth.” “Poison would be quick and efficient.” “If I shoved a gallon of glitter down your throat, would that kill you?”

The Passerby: *Shook. Walking away faster.*

…

You: “Okay, I finished baking!”

Saja Boys: *Looking down with dread at whatever you just set on the table* “Uhmmm… Great. Looks…delicious…”

You: “Don’t worry, I know. I’m gonna go buy some—DON’T EAT IT!”

Abby: *Blue in the face* “ANYTHING FOR YOU BABE!”

…

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DOCTOR’S ORDERS | FLUFF

one-shot: baby & jinu x doctor! fem! reader

summary: when someone’s sick, everyone’s sick, but what happens when a singer’s throat hurts and he’s got the flu? yeah, it’s everyone’s problem— especially yours.

a/n: mentions of syringes and language; had a blast writing for mama jinu and buh buh baby.

You don’t listen to music.

You listen to radio and horror podcasts as you work in the morgue by night, and work as a lifesaver by day. Not only does it make you unique, but it makes you wanted by all celebrities to be their private doctors.

And right now, you happened to be the only doc in town to help. But, what does music have any relation to this?

Well, maybe because these singing boys you’re attending feel privileged that you should know them.

“I don’t care.”

You crossed your arms as you eyed the odd pair. You weren’t involved in the k-pop culture so seeing these odd-colored men with bright clothes really tweaked a cringe nerve in you.

The raven one seemed to be in charge with the way he persisted and talked for everyone. Apparently, the one next to him got the flu and everyone else was at their studio with their private doctor.

You insisted on why they couldn’t wait till their “private doctor” finished with the other three, but it was “urgent”.

“Our doctor simply doesn’t specialize in…in stuff like this,” he sighs, motioning at the blue-haired as if he were a roach, “So we had no choice but to go to another.”

“And that’s my problem how?” you scoff, holding them back from entering your office, “That private doctors of yours isn’t even a doctor at all then!”

Jinu had to hold back another retort. True, their “doctor” wasn’t really a doctor, and honestly, they didn’t even have one with knowledge of the modern sickness. Hell, he didn’t even know how Baby managed to sick himself out.

The rumors of you were well known. You’re the “pretty doctor with magic hands”, and although he didn’t believe in rumors, he didn’t have a choice. The band has a show in two days and without this demon, their effort would be wasted.

You glared at him, keeping the pair at the steps of your clinic. Lucky for them, it was warm outside and the sun didn’t quite burn them just yet. Moreover, it was lunch for you and you really didn’t wanna deal with clients.

“We just really need this member healed by Friday, understand?” He persisted, grabbing Baby by the shoulder, “We’ll pay you whatever sum you want and call it a day, alright?”

Grimacing, you eyed the other. His blue eyes were sunken and stared at you with disinterest, allowing you to make an assumption that he didn’t want to be here either. Though you had to admit, they were cute for who they were.

Maybe I have a type for softies, you think.

“I can’t tell you a price until I assess him.” you grumble, rubbing your eyes exhaustedly, “Look, it’s my lunch break and then I have another shift after that—“

“Please.”

You look at the raven again, and your heart nearly skips a beat when you see him stare at you with stern eyes. Swallowing thickly, you stumble your words;

“I—I like—“ you point behind you, blushing immediately, “Fuck it, fine.”

God, you were such a loser.

You allowed them inside, the leader bowing at you respectfully as the other slouched. You take another glance outside, seeing the town rumbling with crowds and honks of vehicles. Maybe you should get a better place soon…with more peace.

“Name?”

“Jinu.”

You frowned, rolling your eyes as you erased the name on your computer, “No stupid, the baby-faced one.”

Jinu, the name you now knew, was muttering something under his breath as he sat crossed on the pink chair. The other was looking around, eyeing your jar of bubblegum lollipops.

“Baby.”

You snap your head back again, hands on your hips as you sigh, “Seriously?”

“What?” he looked at said Baby, not understanding, “I’m serious!”

Your eyes switch to the blue-haired as you raised a brow for him to reply, and he did, with a soft and cute voice;

“It’s Baby, Baby Saja.”

Oh, that voice fits him quite well, you think.

Your fingers expertly dance on your pink keyboard, searching for his profile. However, no medical history popped up nor previous doctors under his name. Must be his first time, huh?

“Do you always have everything pink in here?”

“You best not complain, if you don’t like it then you can leave,” you say, not bothering to explain the aesthetic you’re trying to set, “Patient symptoms?”

“He’s got a—“

“I think he can speak for himself, Mr. Jinu,” you sass, grinning at the scowl that immediately grew on his face, “Baby?”

The boy was dazed, looking at the starry ceiling with bored awe. You clear your throat, grabbing his attention.

“What?” He asks, pointing at the ceiling, “Where’d you get those?”

“Aliexpress, but anyways!” you snap your fingers, “What are you feeling?”

“Bored.”

Oh. My. God.

You cover your mouth, holding back unprofessional words and a choked sob. You assumed his name was just because of his face, but it was simply because of how he acted. He really was a loser stuck in a man’s body.

“No,” you hiss through your teeth as you force a smile, “Your sickness.”

“Oh!” Baby raises his brows as he understood, “I feel sick.”

You bit your lip.

Hard.

Jinu only shrugged his shoulders, giving you the “you should’ve listened to me” look. He had a smug look on him; as if it was entertaining to him the utter stress that the other put on you barely three minutes in. Baby only watched you with a scrunched chin, his legs swinging from the bed he sat.

“Alright then,” you struggle to stay calm, reaching for your hot pink gloves, “Let’s take a look at your vitals and throat.”

You take a popsicle stick and walk up to Baby, motioning for him to open his mouth, “Say ahhhh!”

“Ah.”

“No, ahhhh!”

“Ahh.”

You blink, your lashes fluttering furiously.

“Just open your fucking mouth.”

“Jeez, be nice, will you?” Jinu had already found himself a magazine, flipping through the designer catalogs, “That’s unprofessional.”

You tilt your head, forcing a hard smile, “Well, if only your baby would simply do what I say, then I wouldn’t have to be aggressive.”

“In his defense, you didn’t tell him to open his mouth.” he said, monotonously.

“It’s fucking common sense to open your mouth when you say ahhhh!” you yell, stabbing the stick at his direction, “Idiot!”

“Well that’s -1 star for my review on yelp,” he mutters.

You didn’t bother arguing, who cares about reviews? As long as you’re happy, then you really didn’t give a damn. So roughly, you grabbed the other, your pink gloves keeping his mouth open.

Your thumb kept his wiggling tongue down as he ughhh-ed aloud; nothing was seen at first, but then you noticed the red splotches hanging near his tonsils.

“What’s your diet normally like?” you ask, turning back and taking off your gloves, “Because if it’s what I think then you’re going to need some medicine.”

“Uh,” Baby frowns, “I don’t know?”

“You don’t know what you eat?” you say, your jaw dropped as you stared at him with utter disbelief.

“I just eat what’s given to me.”

“And what’s given to you?”

“Food?”

Your eyes widen, threatening to fall off your sockets as you take a deep breath in.

“Are you a fan of spice?” you ask sweetly, clasping your hands together.

“Yeah?”

“Then you simply have throat burn, and I must warn you…if you keep up this spice addiction—based off what I’m assuming— you could get a bad ulcers infection in your stomach.”

Baby raises a brow.

“Hot sauce is hurting your body.”

“Oh, why didn’t you say that then?”

“Because I clearly have tweedledumb and tweedledee in my office,” you grin, enjoying the furrowed expression that immediately rises in them, “Anyways, you’re not displaying any symptoms of flu. And due to protocol, have you received your flu shot this year?”

Baby exchanged a glance with Jinu, who grinned evilly, “I don’t think so, why?”

“Because it’s best to be safe then sorry!” you skip to your table again, snapping on new gloves and preparing your syringe, “It’ll be quick, so don’t you worry—“

A hiss and growl was heard behind you, followed by a hard thump. You turn, seeing Jinu pounced on Baby with a soft smile, “Just getting him comfortable, go on.”

“Alright…”

You throw another glance at Baby, who’s hissing like a cat at the other. You flick the shot, watching a white bead trickle down the long metal tip. Finally, sweet revenge for the horrible stress.

Jinu now holds Baby on his lap, his legs over the others and strong arms flexing around the blue-haired persona. You couldn’t help but laugh, rolling the cuff up on Baby’s arm as your thumb feels for his veins.

It was only in this moment you felt bad, because like every patient, he began to breathe shallowly. You spare a cheeky grin at him, promising,

“If you take this like a champ, I’ll give you one of the candies you’ve been eyeing— alright?”

Didn’t even have to tell him twice. He relaxed instantly, his face mogging you as you quickly pricked him and slapped a smiley face bandaid on his pale skin.

“Wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jinu teased, pushing the demon forward, “Now—“

“Oh, you’re next,” you say calmly, pulling out the other syringe you prepared earlier, “You’ve been with him so you’re bound to get sick too, right, Jinu?”

You say his name mockingly, exchanging an understanding look with Baby. And Jinu seems to have gotten the hint with the way his face turned stern;

“No, no…”

He’s already making a crab walk to the door, his hands up in self-defense. He’s so adorable. You giggle, seeing Baby trample onto Jinu;

“Sorry babe, it’s simply doctor’s orders.”

Now two days later, you find yourself being their private doctor living in the quiet side of town. Yes, you pretty much went against your morals; but it’s fun shooting your shot with them.

You’re sipping your tea as you stare at the sunrise, humming contently. An unfamiliar deep voice is heard behind you;

“What’re you doing?”

You turn, expecting some strong man but instead see Baby. As you scream, he scratches his jaw;

“My voice is back, and Jinu made me thank you.”

“Why the fuck do you talk like that!?”

“I dunno.”

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[kaechannn]

Please do the confrontation, Celine really needs to be called out on her bad parenting.

The Confrontation

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Okay, several of you asked for it. So here it is. This takes place a little bit after the movie, so the girls are technically still on hiatus and the reader still hasn’t debuted as a solo artist.

For those who are just stumbling upon this, it won’t make much sense unless you read the short series I wrote so go check that out!

Also, Polytr/x is present but is subtle and isn’t very in your face.

TW: Celine’s terrible parenting, toxic parental figure, species discrimination…?

Word Count: 3,102

Master List

“I don’t wanna be here…”

You couldn’t help but sulk as you trudged up the path towards a certain house in the middle of the forest.

A couple weeks after Gwi Ma’s defeat and the sealing of the rainbow Honmoon, the group of you had agreed that it was finally safe for you all to make the journey to the Hunter’s grounds, where you and Rumi grew up, in order to search for answers now that it seemed like all the missing souls that Gwi Ma had consumed or been fed had returned. The nine of you were all worried that the power that had brought you and the boys back would suddenly fade or could be triggered at any time without warning, so you all had agreed to take a weekend or longer to search the archives at the Hunter’s grounds.

Rumi had sent a short, succinct message to let Celine know they were coming but that was the extent of whatever courtesy she deigned to give her.

“It’ll be alright, (Y/n). We haven’t been back in so long! I’m excited,” Zoey tried to cheer you up, bouncing up the path excitedly.

“Yeah, Babe, we’re curious to see where you grew up,” Kwan grabbed your hand, swinging it exaggeratedly between the two of you. He had his bag and all the girls’ overnight bags slung over his shoulder in his other hand.

Rumi grimaced awkwardly, “It’s not that interesting. Promise.”

You and Rumi shared a look. Neither of you knew about the other’s interaction with Celine, but both of you wanted to avoid more interactions with the woman than were necessary…

“The ancient training grounds for all Hunters isn’t interesting?” Jinu cocked an eyebrow at Rumi’s words. His shoulders seemed a little more relaxed than usual now that you all were outside of the city.

Mira scoffed, “It’s just an old house with nothing around it for miles.” Mira rolled her eyes, already bored just thinking about being back at their training grounds. But she still took Rumi’s hand in her own, squeezing it softly when she noticed how uncomfortable she seemed.

“If it’s old enough, maybe we’ll feel right at home,” Chungae mused pleasantly. Jum and Hyeon trailed behind him, at the back of the group. The two were taking in the scenery, pausing every now and then so Jum could take a picture of something on his phone.

“I wouldn’t try to get too comfortable,” You mumbled as the house finally came into view.

The hanok house was still standing proudly although some part of you wished that it had crumbled along with the old Honmoon. The boys would definitely feel right at home with the building from the 1400’s…

And there was your Aunt Celine, pacing outside the front door. She turned at the sound of approaching footsteps and her face lit up in a smile as she hurried over.

“Girls!” She pulled Mira, Rumi, and Zoey into a hug. “Oh, I was so worried. But I saw the Honmoon become sealed, and I’m so proud of you girls.”

Rumi shifted awkwardly in Celine’s arms, breaking the hug. “Nice to see you too, Aunt Celine…” Internally, Rumi couldn’t help but feel her chest twist uncomfortably at how the woman ignored their last interaction like it had never happened.

When Rumi pulled away, Celine looked her up and down, seeing her faint iridescent patterns shining in the sun easily with the shorts and t-shirt Rumi was wearing. Celine’s smile fell into a frown, shrugging off the cardigan she wore to drape over Rumi’s arms, “Oh, Rumi, cover up, please…” Celine side eyed Mira and Zoey pointedly, as if looking for support or to remind Rumi that she shouldn’t show her patterns around others.

Rumi sighed, shrugging the cardigan off to hand back to Celine, “Aunt Celine, we’re here to look for something in the archives.” She didn’t miss how Celine’s eyes began avoiding her when she did.

“‘We’?” Celine echoed in confusion. Her eyes finally wandered from the three Hunters, looking at you and the five boys behind them. Celine gasped at the sight of you and the boys with your demonic patterns on display. She reached for a weapon that no longer came to her, “Demons?! Girls, you brought demons to the sacred training grounds?!”

You were quiet as the boys pulled you back from the woman, grouping around you protectively. “Hello ma’am,” Jinu greeted her simply, a cold look on his face.

The boys hadn’t missed the difference in treatment you received from your Aunt, or how distasteful the woman was of Rumi’s patterns. Mira and Zoey were also beginning to look weary and confused.

You sighed, “Aunt Celine, it’s fine. They’re good, they’re not here to cause any harm, they’re here to help us,” you tried to calm the woman but it seemed to only fuel Celine’s actions.

Her eyes narrowed on you, almost snarling at you, “‘Good’? Demons are not good, they are never good, child. I thought I told you to leave last time you were here.”

Zoey stepped between you, a strained smile on her face as she forced a laugh, “No really, Celine! They are good, they helped us defeat Gwi Ma and find lost souls when they returned.”

Celine looked at Zoey incredulously, eyes wide with mania, “Only after they let Gwi Ma through I’m sure. The only ‘help’ they can offer this world is by dying on your blades.”

Mira crossed her arms, “Celine, listen to us. They’re making up for what they did, they sacrificed themselves to help us seal the Honmoon.”

Celine wasn’t listening to reason, “They’re a danger to the Honmoon. The six of them will leave now. They are not welcome here.”

“Wait, Celine, ‘six’?” Zoey echoed unsurely, hyper focusing on the number as she counted the Saja Boys in her head. No, still just five demon boys.

“She means me,” You answered monotonously. “Don’t you.” You stared emotionlessly at your Aunt and how she grimaced every time she looked at you.

“No, that’s not right. I’m sure she just miscounted, right Celine?” Zoey tried, her smile straining tighter.

“Yes,” Celine answered. “I mean you as well, child. Because you failed in protecting Rumi’s secret, the Honmoon was almost destroyed and Gwi Ma almost invaded our world.” Celine laid the blame at your feet with a stony expression.

You took a deep breath, trying to quell your rising emotions—the hurt and the pain of being treated with such scorn by the woman who raised you. “Fine. We’ll go back to the city. Please let us know what you find, girls. Let’s go boys,” With a small formal bow to Celine, you turned to the boys, intent on going back to the cars so you could take one back to the city. Or just teleport back, you were happy to still have that ability.

The boys weren’t happy. No, not at all.

Hyeon had to swallow back the vicious growl that was building in the back of his throat. Kwan’s fist clenched as he felt the war beast inside him rattle its restraints. Chungae grit his teeth, aching to sink them into this woman’s beating heart. Jum shakily wiped the blood on his hands on his black pants, the small wounds from his claws bleeding lightly. Jinu’s face was cold, different scenarios flying through his head, all unique plots where your Aunt mysteriously met a fatal accident.

Rumi’s voice cut through the air, “No.” You all turned to look at the girl. Her fists were clenched tight, her teeth grit, and her pupils more narrow as some of her more demonic features came to the surface in her anger. “No more.”

“Rumi?” Celine was genuinely surprised at Rumi’s sudden words.

Rumi marched past the woman, grabbing your wrist to keep you at her side in front of the boys and between them and Celine, her face resolute as she faced your Aunt. “No more separating (Y/n) and me.”

Rumi began going off on a tangent, her eyes welling with frustrated tears, “Ever since we found out that (Y/n) couldn’t connect to the Honmoon, you’ve kept us apart, but no more! You put us in separate rooms, you kept her from singing and dancing with me, you pushed her into the kitchen, you suppressed all her dreams, and I know it was wrong to go along with it now.”

You looked down, squeezing Rumi’s hand in yours as the well of emotions in your chest threatened to burst.

Celine stepped forward with wide eyes, Mira and Zoey watching unsurely from behind her as they thought over all the interactions they’ve seen you have with the woman. At the time, it had felt normal because that was how it was when Celine started training them. They thought it was just how it was, but that didn’t make it right.

Celine placed her hands on Rumi’s cheeks, cradling her face softly. “I’m so sorry, Rumi. This is my fault, you got too attached. She’s more like that man than I thought, she’s manipulated you. I should’ve tossed the child out when you were younger…”

The air froze around them.

“What?” One of the boys spoke but you didn’t turn to see who it was. You looked down, your shoulders hunching up as you shrunk into yourself. You felt ashamed for some reason.

Rumi, horrified, backed away from Celine, pulling you with her. “You… should’ve tossed her…”

“You knew,” you turned your head to peek over your shoulder at Jinu. “She’s already said this to you.”

You nodded, your throat too tight to get words out.

“When?” Chungae asked simply. Well, it was more of a demand than anything.

You looked away, your stomach roiling uncomfortably. “After the Idol Awards… I came here to ask for her help to find Rumi and explain to the girls.”

“And she refused to help you,” Kwan pieced together the events on his own, moving closer to you. You must’ve come to them just after.

“Yes,” You nodded anyway.

“You’re a terrible person,” Hyeon growled lowly, his teeth bared at your Aunt.

Celine scowled, “How dare you, you filthy-“

“No, he’s right,” Mira agreed darkly, her and Zoey rounding Celine so they could bracket you and Rumi between them defensively. “You are a terrible person.”

“Mira?”

Zoey frowned, crossing her arms, “Terrible. Like, worse than the worst demon. Well, but Gwi Ma—No, I stand by my words.”

“Zoey?”

Rumi steeled her expression. “Celine, (Y/n) is the only reason the girls and I were able to create and seal the rainbow Honmoon. Not the gold. Rainbow.”

Mira nodded, “She died protecting Rumi and gave her soul to Rumi. (Y/n) gave us the strength to defeat Gwi Ma.”

“And the boys followed her lead. They all gave us their souls to give us strength. She became a sword for Rumi!” Zoey agreed vehemently.

“And I bet,” Jinu added, all the boys moving closer so they could join the defense circle around you and Rumi. “That you’re the reason the girls were so scared of sharing their patterns. Especially Rumi.”

Rumi blinked at suddenly being included in the center of the protective S/Os. “Wait, what?”

Mira’s eyes narrowed, “Yeah. When Rumi hesitated in going to the bathhouse with us, you always shot it down before she could. Until she started doing it herself.”

Zoey’s eyes widened, “Wait!” Her eyes narrowed into a glower at Celine, who was surprised by the turn of events. “You’re the reason Rumi and (Y/n) never went to the bathhouse with us for years!”

“Rumi had to keep it a secret until the Honmoon was sealed and they were gone,” Celine defended herself. “They’re supposed to be gone now… And they’re not because (Y/n)’s soul must have poisoned the Honmoon…!”

You blinked at the sudden realization Celine came to, flinching back when she launched herself at you with an angry expression. Mira and Zoey quickly restrained her though as the boys closed ranks around you and Rumi, Rumi hugging you close to her.

“You’ve gone crazy!” Mira told the struggling woman.

“(Y/n) didn’t ‘poison’ your precious Honmoon, you crazy old bat,” Kwan snarled, his arms at the ready at his side in case Celine lunged for you again. The boys’ eyes had an amber glow about them and their skin had an inhuman tint to them as their demonic features flared in their anger and protective instincts.

“And Rumi never had to hide herself. We would’ve accepted her from the start!” Zoey added her own thoughts to the bubbling pot.

Jum and Chungae, the two youngest of the Saja Boys, fell back from the defensive line to offer comfort to you. Jum took your free hand in his while Chungae wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, propping his chin on your shoulder. Jum offered Rumi a candy he had seen her eating pretty often. They were there for her too.

Derpy also emerged from a bush to comfort Rumi, pushing his head under her hand in demand for pets. Sussie glared with all three eyes from a tree branch.

“I don’t think we can trust you around the girls,” Jinu remarked from his defensive stance. “We also simply don’t want you here. Is there any place she can go other than here?”

“How about Antarctica?” Mira suggested. You couldn’t tell if she was serious or not.

“There are Hunter properties all over the world,” Rumi told the group. “And several in Korea. The furthest from here without leaving the country would be the Jeju island estate.”

“Oh, so you guys are rich rich. Got it.”

“I can have Derpy portal her there,” Jinu offered immediately. “All in favor?”

“Yeah.”

“Definitely.”

“Couldn’t we go farther…”

“Yup!”

“Sick.”

“Agreed Boss.”

You and Rumi didn’t get a vote.

“We’ll go take her to pack a bag,” Zoey volunteered for her and Mira. The rest of you trailed after them as the two girls frogmarched Celine to her room.

“What are you girls doing!? The Honmoon isn’t safe! They must’ve tainted it so they could keep letting demons into our world!” Celine argued furiously but none of you were listening to her anymore.

Zoey even rolled her eyes, “Yeah yeah…”

While their voices trailed off into the house, you and Rumi led the boys into the den where you proceeded to take all the pillows and blankets within reach and dumped them on the ground. The two of you then proceeded to faceplant in the pile with twin groans of emotional exhaustion.

You and Rumi were rung out.

Coming here, you had expected backlash from Celine, especially with your more prominent demon features. However, you had decided to yourself that you would quietly fade into the background for the weekend so you, the boys, and the girls could look for answers peacefully. It hurt that the woman who had raised you could only see you as your demon lineage, but you would deal so you wouldn’t make waves.

But seeing the boys and Mira and Zoey stand up for you and Rumi so vehemently, reassuring yourself that your treatment from Celine wasn’t right? You realized you had fallen back into bad habits.

‘Fade into the background?’ You thought you were done doing that.

It was also a slap in the face to realize all the damage the woman had done to your and Rumi’s relationship.

You had only ever seen that Celine gave much more of her attention and affection to Rumi, supporting her in being the idol she envisioned. Now you could see that it was wrong. Celine had been pushing Rumi into the image of your mother, the memory of her that Celine held onto with a desperate iron grip.

Just like Celine only saw you for your father, Celine just saw Rumi for your mother.

The boys moved around you, setting all of your bags in a corner and plopping down in different spaces around you and Rumi.

Jinu was on Rumi’s other side, one hand reaching over the purple haired girl to massage the back of your neck soothingly.

Hyeon took up the free space at your side, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your shoulder. It was his favorite spot in the whole world.

Kwan somehow shifted the both of you so he could lay under you with you on his chest and yet still not disturbing Hyeon from his spot. You didn’t understand it either.

Jum settled on Hyeon’s other side, using his hyung’s side as a pillow as he stuck a sucker in his mouth and scrolled through his phone. You think he’s going through the pictures you’ve taken together. He likes to send them to you to cheer you up or motivate you.

Chungae was on Jinu’s other side, also using the man’s middle as a pillow. He pulled out the bracelet he had started making during the car ride over to keep his hands busy. Focusing on being there with you and not your horrible Aunt.

“Derpy just sent Celine on her way,” Mira announced as she, Zoey, and Derpy with Sussie perched on Derpy’s shoulder joined them in the den.

“It was strangely satisfying,” Zoey chirped. You were a little concerned that Celine had actually been sent to the arctic but it wasn’t your problem.

Mira and Zoey joined the cuddle pile, nudging everyone to the side so they could be on either side of Rumi, Mira squeezing between you and Rumi and Zoey on the other side between Jinu and Rumi.

Zoey peppered Rumi’s face with kisses, making the older girl smile. Mira, meanwhile, took the tie out of her hair and unraveled the braid, using her nails to massage her scalp and ease the tension headache that had been building. Rumi melted with a content sigh, practically purring.

Derpy tilted his head before deciding to settle over everyone’s legs, purring contently despite you all groaning as your legs became trapped.

As everyone settled into quiet content, you squeaked when Hyeon pressed a soft kiss to the crook of your shoulder where his face rested. You could feel Kwan chuckling beneath you, bouncing you up and down on his chest with the movement.

You ignored him. You reached out in the tangle of bodies until Chungae and Jum, on the edges of the pile, took your hands. Chungae pressed a kiss to the back of it and Jum squeezed the other comfortingly.

And you all just laid there for a good long while. Content.

A/N: I still have plenty of ideas for this series, including a smut and a role reversal AU where the boys are the hunters and you and the girls are the demons, so stay tuned!

I also just tagged the same people from the series so let me know if you want me to remove you from the taglist from here on out now that the series is officially done.

Outtakes:

*Starting Therapy*

You: *Casually Trauma Dumping* “So my aunt had me suppress all my own wants and desires in order to protect my sister because our mother was a demon hunter and then she met our father, a demon, and then they were both killed. And then I recently briefly gave up on humanity and opted to help my five boyfriend sacrifice thousands of souls to their demon overlord.”

The Therapist: *Desperately keeping a straight face* “Uh-huh…”

…

You: *Peacefully singing in the shower*

The Saja Boys and Huntr/x: *Sitting outside the bathroom door to listen*

…

Abby: *Flexing in front of the mirror* “Oh yeah~ I’m looking fine today~”

You: *Opens the door* “…” *Silently judging*

Abby: *Frozen*

You: *Slowly closes the door*

Abby: “Wait! It’s not what it looks like!”

…

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Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 7

A/N: Thank you for 1,500 followers!

Okay, this is the last official part of this short series but I have more ideas for headcanons and one-shots for this series! Like, first kisses with the boys, maybe a smut, the Saja Boys and Mira and Zoey confronting Celine about how she raised the mc and Rumi, etc. So if you have ideas about headcanon or one-shot ideas tied to this series, you can send it to my inbox or add it in the comments!

I hope this is as satisfying as you guys hoped it would be!

TW: Grief, mourning, etc.

Word Count: 3,718

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6

Master List

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

Rumi sighed pleasantly, sinking deeper into the hot water as steam wafted around her. “Wow. This feels amazing.”

“We’ve been saying that for years,” Mira groaned contently, her eyes barely slipping open to look at her.

“Right? See what you’ve been missing?” Zoey mused, a loopy grin on her face.

“Oh yeah. I wanna come here every day of our three month hiatus…”

“Girls, I’m so glad you and (Y/n) didn’t, like, die…?” Zoey suddenly brought up, grimacing at her own words.

“Wow Zoey, way to be super literal,” Mira smirked, peaking her eyes open to look at their maknae lazily. “But same.”

Zoey started blubbering, sniffling and trying to stop but it was pointless, “I just… you guys just mean so much to me, and I don’t really know what I’d do without you…” Zoey descended into incomprehensible tearful babbling.

Zoey’s tears began Mira’s own crying and then Rumi followed right after them.

You couldn’t help but chuckle and shake your head from where you sat between your sister and Mira as the three blubbered.

How did you get to this point again…?

~~~

Rumi gripped your sword tighter in her hands, not minding if the blade cut her hand. She refused to let go of it as the three girls silently made their way back to the tower after leaving Namsan tower. They had reassured Bobby that everything was okay and that they would actually be taking that break now. But, they still had a lot to talk about—Rumi’s past, the Saja Boys, their fight… you.

There was a space besides them that felt achingly empty as they went up the elevator.

The three silently traipsed from the elevator, their steps heavy as they sat on the couch. They sat in mournful silence, gathered around the sword that had come from your soul.

Eventually, Mira set a hesitant hand on Rumi’s shoulder. “Rumi…” she sighed, her heart clenching at what she would have to say. “You have to let it go at some point.”

Rumi held your sword tighter in response, a drop of blood staining the rug beneath them. A tear fell from her eye. “No.”

“Rumi…” Zoey sighed softly, resting her hand on Rumi’s other shoulder, leaning her head on Rumi’s sadly.

“No,” Rumi shook her head adamantly. “I won’t let her go.”

“But, the sword isn’t her, Rumi,” Mira tried to tell her. Logically, she knew this. But a part of her didn’t want Rumi to let go of the sword either.

“I know,” Rumi choked out. “I know that, but… it’s the last part of her in this world. How can I let that go?”

Mira and Zoey were quiet, unable to say anything because there wasn’t anything to say in this situation. All they could do was offer comfort to each other as they mourned the loss of their sister, Rumi’s cries filling the silence.

Rumi knew she would have to let the sword go and once she did, it would dissipate into the rainbow Honmoon. She couldn’t think of sleeping or eating or doing anything if it meant there was a chance of her letting go of your sword.

But she had to let you rest.

“(Y/n)… I’m so sorry for the way I treated you,” Rumi told your sword, your soul humming through it. “I wasn’t a good sister for you and I wasn’t there when you needed me. I should’ve done better for you… Thank you for protecting me when I needed it most, and I hope you can forgive me someday… I love you…”

Zoey set her hand over Rumi’s on the blade of your sword, “(Y/n), I’m sorry for not hearing you out. You’ve always listened to me and the one time it counted, I didn’t return it… From now on, I’ll do better at listening. And I’ll write a super sweet song in your memory! Just… I hope you know that you were like a sister to me, (Y/n).” Zoey wiped her eyes, laughing wetly as she rested her head on Rumi’s shoulder.

Mira sighed, placing her hand over Zoey’s on your sword blade, “I’m… sorry (Y/n). I jumped ahead and called you a traitor without even hearing you out… I’ve never been great at expressing myself, but… you always just accepted me, even when I was being prickly. I’m sorry I didn’t return the favor. I hope you know that you’ll always be family to me.”

The three girls were silent. They knew the time had come to let you go but they held on just a little bit longer. Just a little bit more time with you…

“Goodbye… (Y/n)…” Rumi whispered tearfully. Slowly the girls let go of your sword. They watched as it floated from Rumi’s lap, the sword dissipating in a cruel reflection of the way you died, bit by bit fading out until it was a floating orb of light purple, pink and blue hues.

The girls were breath taken but their hearts were heavy as they watched. They had never seen something like this before. It was more beautiful than the Honmoon itself, watching your soul depart.

They blinked when the one orb suddenly split into several. Five orbs of different shades of light purple and pink and blue circled around a single orb in the middle, flying and swirling around it… happily. Then the orb in the middle seemed to shake itself, perking up as it joined the joyful dance around each other, dipping and spinning and chasing each other faster and faster until the girls had to close their eyes as the lights combined and got too bright.

“AH!”

The girls’ eyes popped open when they heard the sudden yelp and several thumps. Their eyes widened at the sight before them, latching onto each other in shock, “Ahhhh!”

“Ahhhh!”

“AhHHHH!”

“AhHHHH!”

“Why are we screaming!?”

“(Y/N)!” The girls scrambled off the couch in a rush of tangled limbs and tackled you. The breath was knocked out of your lungs and your back hurt from landing so harshly on the ground, not once but twice.

You honestly had no idea what happened. One moment you were singing with the Saja Boys and then Rumi arrived and reunited with Mira and Zoey. And Rumi was buckling under the force of Gwi Ma and then you were shielding her. After that, your memories were vague. You had some fuzzy memories of… being a sword…? Had you been dreaming?

“Wait, (Y/n)?!” You heard Kwan’s voice and then the bundle of four girls was being lifted so you could be squished by five more people.

You were confused for a moment as you were surrounded by eight sobbing young adults. But then you felt your heart warm and you smiled, tears trailing down your own face at the feeling of being so loved.

“We thought you were dead!”

“Never do that again!”

“You stupid idiot!”

“Don’t scare us like that…”

“I’m so sorry, (Y/n)!”

Yeah… You wouldn’t trade the world for your eight blubbering babies.

“Sorry for worrying you guys…” You apologized, offering comfort in whatever way you could with your arms squished to your sides.

“Wait a minute,” Mira’s eyes were suddenly dry, snapping open to look slowly at the Saja Boys that were in their group hug. “What are you doing here?!”

The group hug suddenly dispersed, the Saja Boys on one side, Mira, Zoey, and Rumi on the other with you in the middle of the two groups, whipping your head back and forth between the two groups with wide, confused eyes.

‘Did they… not work together after you… died…?’

The Saja Boys awkwardly side-eyed each other.

“Didn’t you guys die or something?!” Zoey yelled.

Your head whipped around to look at the boys who sheepishly avoided your gaze, “Wait. You guys died?! How?!”

“Uhm,” Rumi started, “After you… died, they kinda just surrendered and started flaking away Thanos style.”

Your eyes widened at Rumi’s explanation. Then your head whipped back around to look at the guys who were slowly backing away. “You guys just gave up?!”

Jinu shrugged awkwardly, his shoulders going up to his ears as he avoided your eyes with a grimace, “Well… You died and…”

“We swore to follow wherever you wanted to go,” Hyeon explained more bluntly, the slightest bit of a whine in the tone of his voice. Not a childish whine, more like the whine of a scolded dog.

“So you decided to follow me into death?!” You couldn’t help but wave your arms incredulously. You sighed and facepalmed, closing your eyes in defeat. “We all need therapy. Like, now.”

“Might be hard with your current look,” Mira smirked, looking you up and down pointedly. “You look sick though.”

You blinked, looking down at yourself. Oh. You still had a lot of your demon features. Your skin color was back to normal, if a little more gray than before, and the patterns were a lot lighter. But your fingers were a normal length now, your claws weren’t as long now. But you could feel that your teeth were still sharper than a normal human’s and your eyes still glowed amber at you in your reflection in the window.

You looked back at the boys and their appearances had changed as well. Their reaper clothes were gone, back in their human clothes now. Their skin tones weren’t the dark lilac they had been before, more of a gray now as well. Their patterns weren’t purple anymore, they looked closer to black now, more like tattoos. Other than that, most of their other features were still the same.

“Oh,” You blinked. “I think I’ll be alright once my eyes chill, but the boys…” You trailed off. “Can you guys still use your demon powers?”

“Maybe. It feels a little limited though…” Kwan responded.

“We can try though,” Jum chimed in. One by one a ripple of demon energy pulsed over the boys, leaving them with normal skin tones and eyes, no claws and their teeth much less sharp.

You tilted your head at them though, “You guys kept your patterns?” You noted. The black markings were only a light purple now but still covered their arms and necks, their faces the only things they had cleared of patterns. (Like how Jinu looked when Gwi Ma summoned him after the bathhouse fight).

The boys simply smiled, “We couldn’t let you and your sister have all the fun,” Jinu smirked cheekily.

Your heart warmed and you blushed, wanting to coo over the sweet gesture. You stepped towards them, raising your hands to cradle Jum and Hyeon’s faces as the five boys gravitated towards you. “I love you boys. So much.”

The boys’ eyes teared up, their emotions crashing through them leaving them feeling too much all at once. You had died. And they thought you weren’t coming back. You are their hope, their guiding light. So they had followed you.

And now you were all here again, with them. And the Honmoon had been sealed. They hadn’t planned for that.

They were in the human world for good now. There would be no more second chances for them, this was officially it. So, for you, they would do their best to choose better. They had no doubts that you would accept them, flaws and all. But you deserved better than they were.

The six of you would need time. The things you all did, for each other and for themselves were things that they couldn’t just forget or accept as part of themselves just yet. Maybe that was why you all retained so many demonic features.

However, for now? They clutched you tight, wrapping you in their arms as they clutched at whatever part of you they could reach. They closed their eyes as tears dripped down cheeks, leaning their heads against yours as they felt your warmth, breathed in your scent, swallowed back their fading grief.

“Please don’t leave us again…”

The six of you stood together for a long moment, basking in each other’s presence to reassure each of you that you were all there and all alive.

Rumi stepped forward and the boys tensed around you, still weary of the Hunters. You moved to stand in front of them, a barrier between your sister and the boys. Rumi ignored them though, taking your hands in hers, “(Y/n), I’m so sorry for how I treated you. Nothing I say could ever make up for what I did, the lack of appreciation I’ve shown you in the past few years… But I hope you can forgive me someday and we can rebuild our relationship.”

Mira and Zoey joined, adding their hands on top of yours to make it a little huddle as they rested their free hands on your shoulders. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to what you had to say, (Y/n). You’ve always listened to me and I should’ve done the same,” Zoey added softly.

“And I’m sorry for calling you a traitor and… saying we’d kill you…” Mira added slowly, looking down in shame and guilt. “I should’ve heard you out and accepted you like you’ve always done for me…”

You smiled gently, cursing internally at your watering eyes. “Thanks girls…” Your smile fell into a small frown as you looked at your joined hands. “I don’t know if I can forgive you three yet, and I’ll definitely never forget, but I do love you guys and want to rebuild our relationships.”

The girls smiled sadly but they accepted your words easily. Whatever you needed. The four of you would have to talk more, there was still the conversation of how you and Rumi had kept your patterns hidden hanging over them. But that could be another time.

“So…” Jinu broke up the tender moment. “Can we stay the night?” He gestured to the other boys and himself.

The girls blanched. “Uhm. No.” Mira refused bluntly.

“Come on,” Kwan groaned, crossing his arms with a frown, “You’re not the only ones who lost (Y/n) when she…”

“Yeah,” Chungae swooped in, covering up how Kwan trailed off. “We were asking more out of courtesy than anything.”

Mira growled, the two fellow pinkettes grating on her nerves. But Zoey, ever the chipper girl, gasped excitedly as she had a realization, “We can have a sleepover! We can all sleep out here and order food and eat a bunch of junk food and get to know each other!”

And that was how you ended up at a sleepover with your five demon… boyfriends? Well, no one really wanted to leave your side that day.

Or any of the days that followed.

~~~

After that, the girls and the guys had gotten at least… a little more comfortable with each other.

It got better when the boys helped the four of you find the returning souls of the fans. They would just appear in different places around the city, lost and confused, having no memories of what had happened to them or how much time had passed.

During your sleepover, the nine of you had brainstormed and made a statement that you had a health scare which raised tension within Huntr/x, especially since you had wanted to debut as a solo performer, but the boys had supported you even through the health scare. This statement would explain to fans why the pallor of your skin had shifted just a little and also mention how you and Rumi had been born with birth defects that you both had tried hard to hide up till now.

The fans were supportive, glad that the group was taking a hiatus to rest and recover. A lot of fanart of you and Rumi with your patterns and supportive captions filled social media. The fans were especially giddy when the Saja Boys had explained when asked by a fan that they had gotten tattoos in support of their girlfriend, making it official. More fanart came after that.

After the girls and you had talked it out, it seemed like Rumi, Zoey, and Mira were much closer. It was only a matter of time in your opinion, until the three became Polytr/x. The boys agreed with you.

“Couch, couch, couch!” The four of you chanted as you left the bathhouse.

“(Y/n), are you sleeping at the tower tonight?” Rumi asked you.

“Mira’s cooking tonight!” Zoey cheered.

“I’m gonna burn your taste buds off,” Mira smirked proudly. There was a reason people called her the ‘Spice Queen.’ After what happened and you spending more time out of the tower, the girls had started trying their hands at cooking and taking up more chores.

You chuckled, “Sorry girls, I told the boys we could have a movie night. I’ve kinda gotten them hooked on Disney and Ghibli movies…”

Mira snickered, “Good. Don’t be too surprised if I pop in tonight. Gotta get my revenge on Chungae and Kwan,” she punched her hand, the fire of competitive determination flaring in her eyes.

Yeah… Chungae, Kwan, and Mira were having some kind of competition every other day it seemed. Lately, they had taken to surprise Nerf attacks, gaining and losing points based on successful hits assassin style. Last weekend, Jum had joined their spicy food contest and trumped all three of them smugly.

Zoey and Hyeon got along surprisingly well when her fangirling over him had died quickly. You would often see Zoey rambling excitedly as Hyeon nodded along, a small smile on his lips as the younger girl painted his nails.

And Jinu and Rumi acted like the siblings that neither ever wished for. After Jinu apologized and the two talked it out, the two went back to building their friendship. Jinu found amusement in poking at Rumi’s buttons, the two often bickering or debating over little things. But they also often had deep talks or talked about music ideas.

You didn’t wanna think about the shovel talk the girls gave to your boys… You weren’t supposed to overhear, but you were trying your hand at baking in the kitchen and the girls didn’t really know how to be very discreet…

“Oh!” Zoey gasped in remembrance, shaking your arm excitedly, “We gotta work on that collaboration song soon! I have so. Many. Ideas!”

Oh yeah. You had also decided to debut as a solo artist after the whole ‘Your Idol’ fiasco. Fans had accepted the ‘Your Idol’ x ‘What It Sounds Like’ concert as just another show, but had started flooding the internet with theories of who the female singer with the Saja Boys had been. Since you were under dim, red lighting and in demon form, no one had been able to recognize you—although there were some theories that it was you.

Even after those events, it wasn’t hard for you to realize that you wanted to keep performing—keep singing and dancing on stage. Both Huntr/x and the Saja Boys had offered for you to join their groups, almost fighting each other for the right to have you, but you ultimately decided to be a solo artist. You felt like if you had joined either of the groups, you would fall into old habits and become too passive. But you had accepted Bobby’s offer on being your manager since you two had worked together for so long.

Bobby still grumbled about how the Saja Boys didn’t have a manager or anything yet but was satisfied when they had signed under the company so they had access to the billions worth of resources.

You chuckled, nodding, “Yeah, I’ve got a lot of ideas to share too.” You kinda blinked when you realized Zoey was wearing an oversized yellow hoodie with Derpy the Tiger’s face on it. ‘Where had she gotten that…? Was Jinu making Derpy merch…?’

The four of you stopped when you noticed four girls in Huntr/x merch meeting up just up ahead. “Aw, look at them. They’re so cute.”

“You know, I feel like we got a nice little break,” Rumi mused with a smile.

“Yeah, I definitely feel recharged,” Mira agreed easily, crossing her arms.

“Me too. I thought I wanted couch, but I think couch can wait,” Zoey leant on Rumi’s arm. “(Y/n)?”

You smiled, “I got time ‘till the boys will start feeling withdrawal,” You shrugged.

Together, the four of you walked over, “Hi everyone!” Rumi called, the four of you waving at the shocked girls. You weren’t surprised when you kind of fell to the wayside of things as the girls started gushing over Rumi, Zoey, and Mira.

You were surprised when one of the girls turned to you, “And (Y/n) too! There’s rumors going around that you’re gonna debut as a solo artist soon! I just finished a drawing of you and the Saja Boys, would you please sign it?”

You blinked. You had never been asked to sign something unless it was paperwork. You were shaken from your thoughts by an arm resting on your shoulders. You looked up to see it was Kwan, “Wouldn’t you like to have the full set?”

“Guys? What’re you doing here?” You asked curiously with a fond smile.

Arms wrapped around your waist from behind, a nose pressed to the crook of your neck, “Missed you,” Hyeon murmured simply.

“I’ve only been gone a few hours,” You jokingly rolled your eyes. You rested your hands over his, leaning back against him affectionately.

“Even a few minutes away from you is too much, darling,” Chungae smirked at his smooth line while you shook your head at his antics.

“A few seconds is more like it,” Kwan pouted dramatically.

“You’ll let me choose the movie tonight, right, beautiful?” Jum tugged on your sleeve to get your attention.

“You and Chungae picked ‘Howl’s Moving Castle’ last time, Jum, let someone else pick,” Jinu chided the maknae with a little smirk, smiling at you fondly. He turned to look at the girl who looked like she was about to erupt, shaking with excitement and a huge grin on her face, “Is it alright if we signed your drawing too?”

“Of course!”

Yeah, there were still things you needed to do. Therapy being one of them. But for now, you were safe, loved, and comfortable. You were happy.

A/N: Yeah, so the mc and the Saja Boys don’t kiss or anything here, that’ll be in the parts I write later because it just didn’t feel right…?

Go read the Celine Confrontation!

Outtakes:

*During Part 6*

The Saja Boys, Huntr/x, everyone: *Battle ready* “We are going to protect/save (Y/n)!

You: “I’m going to hold your hand when I tell you this…”

(This one was by @ph1lo-s0ph1a and I thought it was great!)

…

*Inside the Sword*

You: *Looking around at the rainbow glow, sparkles, and constellations floating around you* “…Am I high…?”

The Saja Boys: *Somewhere* “(Y/N)!? WHERE ARE YOU?!”

Mystery: *sobbing*

Abby: *trying to swat sparkles out of his face so he can find you*

Jinu: *Habitually trying to summon Derpy and Sussie to search for you*

Baby: *squinting from the too bright rainbow glows* “I can’t see her…”

Romance: *Using the stars to spell out your name to try and signal you, sobbing* “(Y/n)…”

…

*Back during Part 3*

The Saja Boys: *Trying to decide who gets to spend time with you in what order* “Okay… Rock Paper Scissors!” “Ah, NO!” “Betrayed!” “Damn.” “Hehehe!”

…

You: *Looking at Rumi, Mira, and Zoey seriously* “Look. Rumi is my twin sister. But you two are also sisters to me.”

Mira and Zoey: *touched and teary eyed* “Awww…”

You: “Therefore. If any of you hurts one another, I will, objectively, have to kill all of you in the most gruesome way I can manage—which is a lot because I have five demon boyfriends and my own demonic abilities now.”

Polytr/x: *grimacing* “Oh, yeesh…”

…

Romance: “(Y/n) will you be the Sophie to my Howl?”

You: “I don’t know, are you gonna get me a flying castle and a talking fire demon?”

Romance: *Getting Gwi Ma flashbacks* “Uhmmmm…”

…

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[kaechannn]

I got a request for you!!

Would you be willing to write fic where the reader is also a demon amongst the group, but they don't know off hand?

They have a sense that something is different about the reader, but they can't place it until the reader legit jumps in to protect them against Huntr/x? And they see the reader full on demon mode, full on dressage, with the eyes, elongated fingers and purple marks?

Ps: I love your writing!! <3

under your nose

saja boys x gn!demon!reader

themes: kpdh spoiler, angst (?), fighting (hints of blood & violence), diverges from canon a bit

note: thank you so much for the request! i just want to say sorry in advance if i wasn't able to do it justice 🙂‍↕️ i suck at writing fighting scenes! i didn't know how to end this and became too lomg im so sorry TT

side note: just for dramatics, demons don't disappear immediately as soon as they are injured.

jinu prided himself on being the smartest among them.

the long game. the weight of shame woven through every performance, every comeback; he carried all, the knowledge that everyone who had ever loved he and his group were doomed to fall soon. afterall, he was the one who first proposed this plan to gwi-ma.

centuries of being stuck in hell made him smarter. it allowed to become observant. patient. it took many, agonizing years for him to come up with this plan. the process was slow and doubtful, he wasn't sure if it would even work. but in return, he got a taste of freedom on the surface. limited, but still there and not ten feet under. he managed to strike a deal with gwi-ma once more for a chance to forget everything—a deal so tempting that gwi-ma didn't think twice and sent him up here with four other demons like him.

and tonight, it was meant to be the crowning moment of it all.

he had successfully broken up the huntrix. all of south korea's eyes were on them. the stadium was booked, overflowing with people. it was going to be a feast, exactly like how gwi-ma wanted it.

south korea. the vibrant, foolish south korea would fall into gwi-ma’s open jaws tonight.

he watches from behind the stage as the crowd poured in mindlessly, completely filling in the seats. his heart pounds against his ears as guilt and shame pulled at his soul. centuries cannot erase the fact that he had a heart once.

but everything was in place. there wss no room for hesitation.

jinu's eyes wandered towards you who was standing not far off, talking to some of his members.

you were not like them. you were a mortal. their manager who applied unknowingly when they were looking for one. humans assigned to oversee them during their performance and take care of them behind the scenes.

jinu admits that their lives on the surface was somehow easier with your help.

but mortals were just disposable tools. you were helpful, yes, but in the end, you were just being used for what you were worth—just like the five of them. later, tonight, you'd lose your soul to gwi-ma too.

but jinu isn't sure if he's okay with that at all.

mystery thinks you were something.

something. in a sense that you didn't feel like human at all.

from the beginning, there had been something off about you. a picture perfect resume that seemed too good to be true. when you looked at then, there was something about your gaze that reminded him of something familiar. you were calm. almost cold, even.

the members all think it too.

and they'd study you, of course.

perhaps, there were mortals out there just like you—the epitome of professionalism. you stand tall, straight, unbothered of their shenanigans. you were smart and precise and controlled. you handled them all like a conductor guiding chaos.

but sometimes, baby thinks, when he looked at you, there was a flicker of moment where your eyes didn't look human.

baby always thought it was his imagination. a trick of light. he might not be as smart as jinu was, but he was observant to a fault. yet, despite the things he'd seen, he would brush it off.

he noticed the way you'd enter the room, foot light despite the creaking floor. romance even commented that you could kill them if you so wanted to, because they wouldn't know you were behind them if they didn't physically look at you.

or how you always seemed to know where each of them were, even without looking. abby once hid himself in a prop room for half an hour, and while the rest of the staff was in a frenzy, you just sighed and walked directly to him. no hesitation in your foosteps as you popped the room open without no problem.

baby thinks you're some kind of witch. that, or you're just really good at your job.

mystery said you never even blinked once. everyone was confused why he knew that but eventually, found themselves staring at you and waiting for you to blink too.

mystery said alot of things that they never really thought to notice, actually. how, despite your organized self, your handwriting would change slightly depending on what time of day it was. never consistent, like a baby learning how to write. no one really cares about it—who cares about how you wrote? they all have ugly penmanship anyway.

still, even with all the signs, they never really believed. because you laughed too easily. you seemed too human despite all that was accused of you. you bitched about brand deals like a mortal. hell, you even threatened to fire jinu once—jinu, of all people—for showing up late to dance practice and called him 'a pretty face with the emotional intelligence of a spoon.'

and you knew this. it wasn't hard to figure out there were all suspecting you. their eyes lingered far too long than normal and sometimes, without subtlety, they would even ask bluntly of your nature. "manager-nim, are you sure you're human?" you never bothered to answer, it wasn't part of your job to entertain them, afterall.

you were never supposed to care.

gwi-ma had made that very clear when he summoned you from the depths of hell and branded your purpose into your spine.

“watch them,” he had hissed, his flames licked at your skin and stretched towards the sky. “watch them, and ensure they do not forget who they serve.”

you weren't sent to assist. you weren't sent to nurture, to guide, or to scold like some babysitter for little children.

no, you were a leash. a dog. gwi-ma's eyes on the surface.

disguised as a manager, you were his eyes and ears. a reminder that even when they walked freely on earth, hell was still watching. hell was listening. and hell had expectations.

you were merely following orders.

for the first few weeks of handling them, you did your job with ruthless efficiency. scheduled their concerts and performances, making sure they were on top of everything, plastered in every billboard across cities. you even vetted photographers, producers, even stylists, eliminating anyone who got too close. you ensured the boys remained beautiful and loved, because that's what the public wants. monsters dressed in silk.

but things had began to shift.

what was second nature to you was slowly being overwritten with laughters and gentle voices.

you had grown soft.

you had grown to care. alot.

it was subtle at first. a glimmer of amusement when abby started re-writing lyrics to make his members laugh during a recording. a flicker of pride when mystery would hit a high note and the crowd would eat it up, his name trending on ever social media platforms there was. they were all starting to grow on you. slowly grilpimg at your heart.

you tried to stay cold and indifferent. you were all just trying to fulfill your missions, afterall.

but they kept worming into your days and nights, these demons and their silly little quirks. they were cruel and chaotic and charming and so deeply lonely. they reminded you of yourself. and—shit, you really are going soft, huh?

perhaps, living as a human for a few months made you forget you weren't one.

and gwi-ma noticed.

of course he did.

he always did.

it began with the whispers; claws of voices curling in your ears in the dead of night, hissing your name like a curse. louder than before as they ring against your ears. then the burning of every part of your body where patterns branded your skin, reminding you who you belonged to.

you don’t feel.

you watch.

that was he ordered and what he expected of you.

but something inside you had already begun to crack. maybe it was jinu’s unspoken glances, concern flickering in his eyes when you become distant for a while. maybe it was abby's dumb, loyal grin when you keep yelling at him for messing up. maybe, maybe maybe.

maybe it was the way they looked at you like you were someone. that you were more than just a dog on a leash or a demon imp.

the concert began as planned.

the five of them were onstage, leading the crowd like gods as they swayed mindlessly towards gwi-ma's roaring flame. the broken seal of the honmoon pulsed weakly as it slowly dispersed.

but somehow, in some way, the demon hunters managed to resurface them. all their efforts in breaking them up were in vein as the huntrix stood across them on stage, weapons drawn as they stared straight at them. taunting them to continue.

you watched from behind as two opposing forces fought. gwi-ma ripping open a portal at the center to summon thousands of demons to try and deter the huntrix, only for them to fail.

you swore your heart raced the moment the boys moved to fight. your boys.

they moved fast. the huntrix wasted no time in attacking, tearing through the flesh of your own kind. their screams echoing and bouncing against the walls of the stadium. the hunters' weapons gleaming, reflecting gwi-ma's red flames.

you stayed rooted on your spot, watching with baited breath as your boys were sent flying towards the hunters; no doubt ordered by gwi-ma. jinu stood behind, however, watching the disaster unfold as he grapples against his doubts. he was weighing his options.

your breath hitched, something primal clawing up your throat as abby’s scream tore through the air. somewhere to your left, he bellowed—a sound that was more beast than the charming man he was—and crumpled forward, clutching at his abdomen where a long gash leaked red down his bare torso. the glow from the hunter’s blade still hissed against his skin, searing his flesh with every movement. he tried to stand, but stumbled, knees buckling.

romance was already there, arms wrapped around him. “i got you, you oaf,” he muttered under his breath, dragging abby away as far as he could.

jinu’s eyes were burning holes into the collapsing wreckage, watching as his fellow brothers started to fall. he shouldn't have underestimated them. they shouldn't have thought it would be this easy.

he turns to look at you who stood from behind the stage, heart clenching at the look of horror stricken on your face. a part of him was scared to see how you looked at them now that you knew what they were, but a part of him was also asking, begging, for help.

it's funny, right? a demon asking help from human.

it felt like he was back in the studio again, pleading at you to help him fix things whenever he messed up. you were their manager—the one who always supported them from the back. you were always there whenever they needed help with something. kind of like an older sister, a mother, perhaps, who kept an eye on them and protected them from the world.

jinu felt like a child, but somewhere deep down, as he stares at you, he was pleading.

that look in his eyes broke you and you couldn’t look at him for long.

not when baby screamed something guttural and threw himself toward jinu, who seemed to be out of his goddamn mind, shoving him out of the way in an attempt to take the blade meant for him.

you moved before your mind could catch up, body propelled by instinct. you find yourself on the center of the stage, holding rumi's blade between your claws as you struggled to keep it from tearing through your flesh. your breath comes in short, ragged gasps as your tattoos flared on your skin.

your body shook with the impact as the hunter stared at you in shock, only to press down harder, forcing you back a step. then another.

your feet slid across the polished stage. your human skin was slowly fading, giving way to the patterns that you wanted so bad to erase. they flared up like burning brands across your body. purple, curling like the ink of some divine script across your arms, your neck, your face. your claws, long and black, scraping against the metal of the hunter's spear.

"a... demon...?" you hear baby whisper from behind you, crouching beside jinu who only looked at you in disbelief.

you didn’t turn around but you felt them.

all five. the demons–your demons, bruised and breathless and bleeding, now behind you instead of in front. safe, for now.

baby crouched beside jinu, wide-eyed, watching the scene like he was watching a dream unravel in real time. jinu… still sat in silence, eyes trained on your back like he was trying to redraw every memory he’d ever had of you and failing to make the puzzle fit.

you gritted your teeth, holding the blade in place as it inched closer and closer to your chest.

rumi’s expression twisted into one of fury. “you were one of his.” her voice shook. “a demon. you’re gwi-ma’s.”

"get out of the way!" you pressed back, voice trembling but loud enough to be heard. you don't address the hunters, not bothering to dignify her with a response, instead you screamed. "get your fucking asses up and move, you idiots!"

the boys stirred, looking at each other. romance was the first to speam, limping forward on his injured foot that still has yet to heal, his lip split but still had the audacity to grin. “okay. that’s hot. but also—someone help our manager?!”

mystery stood up, dragging abby along with him. the long gash on the red-hair's abdomen was slowly being stitched together—very painfully slow. “they're stalling. come one, we have to go.”

“you heard them. we're in the way,” abby snarled, struggling to stand up despite his fellow demon's support. "let's move and come up with another plan."

"jinu?"

all four turned towards jinu, their leader, who has yet to move an inch. he merely stared at your back, his eyes trailing the purple patterns that decorated your skin were the fabric of your clothes tore.

"jinu? let's go, man."

there was only ringing in his ears until you whispered; your voice raw and trembling, muscles shaking and arms slowly giving way. "jinu, please, you have to move."

rumi watched it all unfold, her hold on her spear faltering. demons, just like her, yet with feelings so raw that it made them look so humane. her eyes flickered from you towards the five who looked at her in fear and she wonders what were they fighting for all this time.

gwi-ma roars in fury from behind you, cackling and taunting as his flames stretched high. she hears her friends from behind her, fighting off more demons being summoned, slowly getting tired and overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. and she sees you, who struggled to keep yourself from breaking just to be able to protect people you cherished so much, trying your best to break free from gwi-ma's binding.

maybe, she thought, not all demons are that bad.

because nothing she’d been taught, nothing she’d been raised to believe, ever told her that demons could love. not this way. not raw and desperate and selfless. the look in your eyes were anything but malice. you didn't want to hurt, but driven on a primal instinct to protect.

she could see your knees quivering, shoulders locked in pain. the patterns that seemed to be burning your skin, adding to the pain of her blade scraping your palms. you weren’t going to last much longer. you were breaking the seal that gwi-ma had carved into your soul, and it was killing you.

but you did it anyway. for them.

she looked again—at jinu who was looking at you in desparation. all five demons, who she believed to be cold-blooded and cruel and evil, scrambling to find ways to help you.

and rumi faltered.

the burning light of her spear dimmed, just slightly, as her grip loosened because she understood something then. something she’d been too blinded to see.

not all demons are the same.

not when you looked like that.

not when they looked at you like that.

maybe, she thought, just maybe, everything they’d believed—everything they’d fought for—wasn’t black and white after all.

not when the devil’s puppet was the one bleeding to protect others.

not when the “monsters” cowered behind you like scared children.

not when love looked like this.

and with all the force she could muster, rumi shoved you backward.

you yelped as your feet left the ground, tumbling back toward the five boys who instinctively reached for you. arms wrapped around you in an attempt to catch you. baby caught your shoulders and mystery pulled you in. jinu, eyes wide, cradled your head so you didn’t hit the stage. you crashed into them like fate pulling you back into place.

you turn to find her rushing towards gwi-ma instead.

a human fighting for the sake of demons.

how poetic.

[kaechannn]

bad saja boys!

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

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

you didn’t ask to be a mother.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

baby was picking at his nails.

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

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

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

it was great.

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

“well? say sorry,” you muttered.

nothing.

“boys. say. sorry.”

still nothing.

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

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

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

"not the ramen!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you exhaled and adjusted your jacket, unbothered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“it was one time!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“you’re barely tolerable,” you said.

“same thing!” abby chirped.

"WE ARE NOT DOGS!"

[kaechannn]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 6

A/N: Y’all are not ready for this. And yes, there will be another part after this. I’ve also been getting a few requests for little side skits so I’ll do those as soon as I wrap up the series itself so please be patient with me if I haven’t responded!

I tried really hard on this part so please tell me your thoughts in the comments!

Disclaimer: I don’t any of the songs or anything in this series.

TW: Death, heartbreak, grief, etc. toxic parental figures.

Word Count: 4,987

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

The time had come.

The Saja Boys’ final performance.

Just one more performance and then they could spend the rest of their existence with you.

For now, they were on the other side of the crumbling barrier, standing before Gwi Ma as they watched the space fill with people carrying the red glow of their light sticks. You were there too. A succubus among humans, beautiful having fully accepted your demon side. You were quickly coming into your new abilities, having teleported there with them and now floating above the stands, over the heads in the hypnotized crowd directly across from the stage. The best view in the house. Even from there, they could see the warm amber glow of your eyes.

They were worried about you, of course. But selfish beings could only ignore the call of their desired one for so long. You had chosen to join them, to love them. Flaws and all. And that was the sweetest addiction of all. So they would follow wherever you beckoned and they would protect you and love you with the entirety of the wretched tatters that remained of their souls.

Just for you, they had decided to perform this last song in their demon forms, forgoing their human guises.

“Well done. Ready to forget it all?” Gwi Ma’s voice rumbled as he looked hungrily out at the crowd of fans gathering in place for the performance.

Jinu looked over them as well, memories of the moment he left his mother and sister behind flashing in his mind and then Rumi, their moment of peace found within their friendship, and then you. The soft moments together of you two beneath the stars, you sharing modern music with him. Your face in joy. And then your face in despair. The face when you joined them. His expression steeled. He would do this for you. He didn’t care if Gwi Ma went through with the deal or not anymore.

“Good,” Gwi Ma purred. “Glad that girl is useful for something. And she’ll be singing with you, correct? Perfect. I’m ready to feast.”

The Boys grimaced, their fists tightening at the way the tyrant talked about you. But they all agreed on one thing.

They would do this for you. To protect you.

The Saja Boys had tried to change your mind when you said you would be helping with their final performance, it was a huge jump to go from just letting them feed Gwi Ma all these souls, to actively being a part in feeding them to him yourself.

But you had remained stubborn. “I refuse to be a passive supporter any longer. From now on, I’ll make my own path. Even if it leads me to Hell,” You had said with a sweet, content smile. So they agreed. And incorporated you into their performance with the ease of elite professionals.

Derpy the tiger mewled, nudging Jinu’s arm with the bracelet from Rumi offered in his mouth, shaking Jinu from his thoughts. But Jinu hesitated in taking it. Rumi had been his… friend. But he betrayed her. And she had turned her back on you, the girl he had grown to love. Jinu’s fist clenched.

It was an odd feeling, sitting as you floated in the air, the repeated monotonous chanting of ‘Saja. Saja. Saja,’ sounding below you over and over again. And it was strange seeing your reflection whenever you passed it. Your skin had taken on a dark lilac hue, the electric magenta glow of your patterns contrasting sharply. Your eyes glowed an amber, your pupils slit like a cat’s. Your fingers had lengthened, your nails grown into claws, and even your teeth had sharpened. But you kinda liked it. It was badass in a way.

Your mind lingered on them. Mira, Zoey, Celine, and… Rumi. Yes, they had left you. Turned their backs on you. But… you had loved them for so long. For years, they were your entire world, taking care of them and watching them grow. It would be hard to let them go from your heart.

However, that didn’t mean you would save Mira and Zoey from being part of this crowd.

It would be hard to let them go from your heart, but you wouldn’t forgive them.

You perk up when the Saja Boys logo flickers on screen, the image of Jinu’s demon eyes flashing for a brief second before the logo returns, the crowd coming alive with raucous cheers as a haunting tune begins, the boys rising to the stage. The boys floated, solemn looks on their faces as the song began. You were immediately enraptured just by the presence of them.

“I'll be your idol~”

The boys burst into motion, landing on the stage with their movements hypnotizing and magnetic.

“Keeping you in check (Uh), keeping you obsessed (Uh)~ Play me on repeat, endlessly in your head~ Anytime it hurts (Uh), play another verse (Uh)~ I can be your sanctuary~” Kwan opened strongly, drawing the crowd in with his movements and his charm easily. His eyes were on your figure floating above though, peering up at you from below the brim of his hat.

“Know I'm the only one right now (Now)~ I will love you more when it all burns down~ More than power, more than gold (Yeah)~ Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm hеre for your soul~” Chungae and Hyeon joined in, putting their all in this performance because you were watching. Their first and last performance with you. But, hopefully, not the last time they would sing with you.

You were so drawn in that you couldn’t even sway along to the song. You knew this song was meant to gather souls for Gwi Ma, layered with layer after layer of demon charm and hypnotism. But, it feels like they’re singing just for you.

“I'm the only one who'll lovе your sins~ Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin~”

Maybe it's because they are.

“Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir~ Can I get the mic a little higher?~ Gimme your desire~ I can be the star you rely on (You rely on)~ You're lost in my daze, yeah, you can't look away (Hey)~ Don't you know I'm here to save you~ Now we runnin' wild~ Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol~”

The boys’ eyes glowed at you as they danced and sang. Their focus was on you the whole time. This last song was for you, not a message directly to you, but it was all for you. You were entranced, not by their demonic charm and hypnotism, but by them. The way they moved, the way their expressions drew you in.

The boys teleported in a burst of demon magic, reappearing in different places on the stage walkway. Gwi Ma appeared behind them, beginning to come through the barrier.

“Uh, shining with my fame, keep on shout my name, I'm your idol~ Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral~ Uh, yeah, endless is my fever, makin' you a believer~ I was born for you, only your idol~” Jum rapped to the crowd of charmed fans, but his thoughts were completely on you. He couldn’t help but love performing, something he hadn’t expected when Jinu came to him with his plan. But it led him to all these new experiences and it led him to you. These words were meant for the fans but this performance was for you. Gwi Ma’s fires flared around them as more and more of him came through until he fully manifested behind them.

“Don't let it show, keep it all inside~ The pain and the shame, keep it outta sight~ Your obsession feeds our connection~ So right now give me all your attention~”

Then the lights of the stage and the light sticks went out, even the screen with the Saja Boys’ logo on it. The only light being the fires of Gwi Ma. The song abruptly cut off with a glitch effect. And then a new song sounded.

Your cue.

You teleported on stage as the first line of the song left your lips in a haunting melody, your voice enhanced by the demon charm you layered over it.

“Insane, inside~ The danger gets me high~ Can't help myself~ Got secrets I can't tell~” The boys teleported around you, moving and sweeping around you in a circle as you sang, striding forward towards the crowd with confidence you didn’t know you had. The crowd was cheering even more enthusiastically at the surprise voice of a female voice, one they had never heard before.

“I love the smell of gasoline~ I light the match to taste the heat~” The six of you spread out to different points of the stage, reaching enticingly to the crowd with sweet smiles.

“I've always liked to play with fire~”

As the beat dropped, it shifted back to ‘Your Idol’ but you sang with the boys this time as you all beckoned the crowd forward.

“Living in your mind now~ Too late ‘cause you’re mine now~ I will make you free~ When you’re all a part of me~”

The six of you teleported back onto the stage. You floated up first, the boys following you up as you harmonized with the boys. Looking down, it was a crowd of faceless figures bathed in red, drawn in by Gwi Ma’s flames and you guess… yours and the boy’s demonic powers. Why was it so easy? These people were mindlessly marching to their deaths and you couldn’t find yourself feeling terribly guilty. Maybe later you will, when the hurt and the anger at them will fade, but right now? Your heart was cold to these people.

“(Listen 'cause I'm) Preaching to the choir~ (Now) Can I get the mic a little higher? (Play with fire)~ Gimme your desire~ Watch me set your world on fire (Play with fire)~ You're lost in my daze, yeah, you can't look away (Hey)~ No one is coming to save you~ Now we runnin' wild~ You're down on your knees, I'ma be your idol (Play with fire)~”

Everyone stopped. You, the boys, the people all stopped as the music cut out and the sound of a voice came from the back entrance to the stands. The crowd began to part.

“We are Hunters. Voices strong.” You frowned as Rumi came into view. The boys and you slowly descended, landing on the stage with Gwi Ma at your backs. The boys closed ranks around you, protective of you and weary of the demon Huntress. You narrowed your eyes at Rumi, scanning over her form. She looked just as bad as when you had last seen her but her face was blank, numb.

“Slaying demons with our song. Fix the world and make it right. When darkness finally meets the light.”

“You come here like this?” Gwi Ma mockingly questioned your sister. “You think you can fix the world? You can’t even fix yourself.”

“I can’t.”

“And now everyone finally sees you for what you really are.”

“They do.”

“And the Honmoon. Is. Gone.”

“It is.” Even from all the way up on the stage, you could see Rumi’s eyes change as she looked up at Gwi Ma sharply, her amber eye disappearing. “So that we can make a new one.”

~~~

Rumi had many regrets in her life.

She wasn’t perfect, she always knew that. But the golden image of perfection in her mind that she had always strived for was nothing but a pretty illusion. And when the illusion broke, she had hurt you. You, her precious twin sister. The sister that all she wanted to do was protect.

After her talk with Celine, Rumi had to face the hard truth that Celine had poisoned their minds. You and her used to be so close but when did that stop? She had to ask herself what happened to the times when you would laugh together over the stupidest little things? The times you would try to cook together only to end up chasing each other around the kitchen with food stained hands? The times when your giggles would fill the grassy clearing in the forest, your secret spot just between the two of you?

And Rumi knew it was her fault. She didn’t protect you like she should’ve, protected you from Celine’s harsh demands and her shoving the two of you into too tight molds of their parents.

And now there you were. The image of their father come to life, standing before Gwi Ma, your back to his flames as the Saja Boys stood on guard in front of you. You looked demonic, with dark lilac skin, clawed hands, black clothing, and the glowing amber eyes she could see from there. But you were beautiful. You were standing with a confidence she had never seen in you—or perhaps never noticed you had. And you had sung. She hasn’t heard you sing in years and she didn’t realize how much she missed it until she heard your voice again.

Rumi swore she would protect you. She had already broken that promise. But she would hold what remains of that promise in her weary hands with all her strength.

Although, first? She would need her girls.

“Nothing but the truth now~ Nothing but the proof of what I am~ The worst of what I came from, patterns I'm ashamed of~ Things that even I don't understand~ I tried to fix it, I tried to fight it~ My head was twisted, my heart divided~ My lies all collided~ I don't know why I didn't trust you to be on my side~”

You watched blankly as Rumi walked forward, her patterns beginning to glow in a rainbow iridescence as it spread up her legs and to her arms and face. You couldn’t help but think it was just like Rumi for her to take her flaws and make them pretty.

Looking to each side of the arena, you could see Mira and Zoey making their ways down to the stage, their chests glowing blue faintly. It seemed like Rumi’s voice had reached them. ‘It was a song for them, after all,’ you couldn’t help but think bitterly, your fist clenching.

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

Zoey joined the song as she reached the stage, “Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?~”

Mira reached the stage as well. “I should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead~”

Together, they sang their song of hope, “Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ The song we couldn't write, this is what it sounds like~”

The three were glowing. This must be what it looks like for their souls to connect to their song. You had never seen it before.

But Gwi Ma had.

“Stop this song!” He roared behind you. He summoned a hoard of demons, flooding the stage in three directions as they charged at the girls to try and keep them from singing.

You knew the power of the girls and their voices. You knew as soon as Rumi started singing that this was a losing battle. Which meant that they would more than likely end up killing you here, with the boys…

“We're shattering the silence, we're rising defiant~ Shouting in the quiet, you're not alone~ We listened to the demons, we let them get between us~ But none of us are out here on our own~ So, we were cowards, so, we were liars~ So, we're not heroes, we're still survivors~ The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired~ But dive in the fire and I'll be right here by your side~”

The girls embraced as they finally reunited after getting through the hoards trying to keep them apart. It sent a wave of light out over the crowd, beginning to form a new Honmoon as Mira and Zoey’s once black accents on their outfit turned to pure white. You couldn’t help but feel bitter. Rumi had come for Mira and Zoey. And the lyrics they were singing? It felt like a kick in the chest.

But they were right in a way. You weren’t alone. You had the boys. Rumi and you were both exactly where you belong at that moment.

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

The girls turned and marched steadily towards you and the boys. A shiver of fear went up your spine, waiting for them to summon their weapons so they could kill you and the boys. But they didn’t.

‘I’m sorry, (Y/n). Please. Hear me,’ Rumi mentally pleaded, her eyes on yours as she marched towards you, Zoey and Mira at her sides.

‘Please come back to us, (Y/n). I’m so sorry we… I didn’t stand with you,’ Zoey smiled at you, soft and apologetic. The pit of guilt in her stomach that had formed as soon as she had chosen to follow Mira instead of trying to listen to you pulsing in her chest alongside her soul.

‘It’ll be hard but… we love you. Please come back,’ Mira marched with determination. ‘They’ll share the patterns together.’ The iridescent patterns on their purified clothes glimmered in the light the same as Rumi’s.

‘Protect (Y/n),’ was the only thought in the Boys’ heads. They couldn’t shake the memory of you crying in their arms. You had said that they threatened to kill you if they saw you again. Their hearts shuddered in their chest at the thought of you dying with them. No. They refused to let it happen, they promised you that they wouldn’t leave you and they promised themselves that they would protect you.

Kwan, Jum, Chungae, and Hyeon charged forward, leaving Jinu with you to stay back and protect you as they faced the girls who summoned their weapons.

“Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?~ Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead~ Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~”

Despite Rumi’s determination to reach you, Gwi Ma interrupted her, summoning the horde of demons back to him to boost his power as he grew in size, gaining enough energy to manifest more of his features. It startled the girls, distracting them as they held Hyeon, Chungae, Kwan, and Jum back.

“Your voices cannot defeat ME!”

Gwi Ma roared, sending a blast of power from his mouth at Rumi. Your eyes widened as Rumi stumbled under the force of Gwi Ma’s blast, straining under the weight on her sword. Mira and Zoey cried out for her but couldn’t reach her as the Boys held them back.

Your heart was pounding as Rumi screamed, trying to muster all the strength she could to hold Gwi Ma back. But she could only buckle under the force, falling to her knee. You unconsciously took a step forward. Would you really be able to watch your sister die?

‘Why?’ Rumi questioned herself. ‘Why am I never strong enough?!’

She stumbled when the force against her sword suddenly disappeared. She blinked, looking up.

‘No…’

Your human eyes looked back at her.

You hadn’t even registered moving. You couldn’t even remember if you had teleported or used your demon abilities to fly. But it didn’t matter. You were there now, holding back Gwi Ma’s power with your own body. Protecting Rumi.

“(Y/n), no…” Rumi’s voice cracked as she stood, her hands hovering uselessly by your shoulders. ‘What could she do? Why wasn’t there anything she could do?!’

‘Guess old habits die hard…’ You thought to yourself. You smiled sadly at your sister as her eyes welled with tears, despair in her eyes. But also guilt and regret.

“I’m still angry at you, y’know,” You told her softly.

“I know. I know…” Rumi cried, her voice wobbling. “I’m so sorry, (Y/n), I never should have turned my back on you. I never should have left you behind! I just… I wanted to protect you…”

“I know. I wanted to protect you too,” You told her. You could feel your skin flaking away into ash, the heat of Gwi Ma’s power eating through you slowly and yet all at once. It hurt. But you still had things you needed to say. “I’m still angry at you, but I’ll always love you, Rumi. After all, you’re the other half of my soul, remember?”

Yeah. She did remember. She closed her eyes, pressing your foreheads together as she remembered. Her tears wet your faces as she felt you fading away.

When the two of you were little, you would dance in by the ancient tree. Perfectly in sync with childish giggles in the air and happiness in your souls.

“You’ll always be the other half of my soul, (Y/n),” She had promised.

“And you’ll always be the other half of mine, Rumi!”

Nights spent under the stars, trying to find shapes and wishing on the shooting stars that streaked across the night. Celine would come scold the both of you for staying up so late but the two of you hadn’t cared.

“We are Hunters, voices strong~ Slaying demons with our song~ Save the world and make it right~ When darkness finally meets the light~” The two of you would sing together, your voices fading together.

She remembered when you had proudly showed her your first attempts at writing a song. The two of you had spent a week finishing it together to show Celine, who had politely clapped over it before dismissing you.

You at her side when the two of you first met Mira and Zoey.

You staying up for several nights in a row just to get their debut outfits just right, making sure every detail matched their personalities, were comfortable for them to wear, made them feel confident and strong.

You in the wings with Bobby or backstage during every single one of their performances.

You cooking their favorite foods for their birthdays, making sure to make the cake their favorite flavor from scratch.

You helping them to their beds when they spent hours into the night working on a song when inspiration struck.

Your voice when you were happy, when you were frustrated, when you were giddy, when you were tired, when you were comforting her.

“You’re gonna do great. You’ve got this.”

Your face when she had hit you and then left you behind without a second glance, numb to your cries.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

Your anger.

Your joy.

You.

And then you disappeared beneath her touch and all that was left was your soul. Rumi choked back sobs as the orb circled around her, humming in a way that reminded her of childish giggles and little voices singing in a clearing. “I love you too…” She wanted to fall to her knees right there and start sobbing, grieving her sister. But she couldn’t because she wouldn’t let your death… be in vain.

Rumi summoned her sword but it was different this time, heavier and yet lighter all at once. It was bigger than it had been and she could feel your soul humming through it. The two of you were always stronger together, that’s how it was meant to be…

The Saja Boys’ chest felt like a gaping maw as Gwi Ma roared, Rumi cutting through him with your sword. This was unlike any pain they had ever felt before in their centuries of existing. Were they even still alive? Was this death? Was this agony? Was this hell?

Jinu fell to his knees, his hand falling from its raised position, kneeling defeatedly halfway between Gwi Ma and where you had once stood. Biting his lip, not caring as it began to bleed, tears welling in his eyes.

Chungae stumbled, his hands to his chest as if he was trying to hold his heart together without all the pieces. His mouth was agape as if a name stood on the tip of his tongue but his lungs couldn’t give them the air to cry out.

Hyeon stood frozen, his arms limp at his sides. He stood like a gaping wound, succumbing to its fatalities. He was open and vulnerable to an attack but he didn’t care. He stood like a puppet waiting for its strings to be cut. Giving up on living.

Jum took a staggering step toward where you once stood and faltered. He didn’t want to believe his eyes, wanting to go to that spot right there to make sure you weren’t really gone. But he didn’t want to see if you really were either. A single tear trailed down his cheek, leading the way for the others to follow.

Kwan faltered, tripping over his feet and landing on the ground. He pulled his fist back and struck the stage with all his strength, leaving a small crater where he hit but the pain was nothing in comparison to the pain in his chest. He hadn’t been fast enough to help you. Stuck in a stalemate with one of the Hunters, neither letting the other get away from the fight. He cursed as he lowered his head.

Mira shuddered, turning her head away to swallow back her grief. She cursed fate for never letting her have the family she wanted. For letting her build this little family with her own two hands only to keep taking pieces away from her. You were her sister. There would be time for grief later.

Zoey’s arms went limp by her sides, the grip on her knives slackening until they faded away in her shock. She couldn’t process what had just happened. They were going to save you. They were going to apologize and talk it out so everything would eventually be okay again. She wanted to give up. Go back to the days where you would listen to her lyric ideas, always listening to every line no matter how odd or strange. Please.

The Saja Boys and the girls were almost swallowed whole by grief and despair. But the girls still had a job to do.

Mira and Zoey turned to the boys, their glares watery as they readied their weapons. They were intent on finishing their fights quickly so they could go support Rumi.

The boys looked at each other.

They would follow where you beckoned.

The girls were shocked when the boys made no move to attack them. Instead, they seemed to… surrender. Their heads bowed and they closed their eyes. Maybe it was their grief, their heart’s having broken, or their love for you, but… Before the girl’s eyes, the boys began fading away into ash.

One by one, they faded away with acceptance. They faded until all that was left was five aching souls, battered and broken, but whole. And they followed where you led. They danced around Mira and Zoey who watched in shock as the souls raced toward Rumi to circle around her sword trailing behind her.

Their souls led the way as the crowd joined in their song of hope and acceptance, their souls empowering the girls as they raced after Rumi, letting them run faster and faster than they ever had before as all the colors of the rainbow danced around them. The power of all the souls connecting with them were enough to lift the girls off their feet as they continued the song with determination.

“We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back~ But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~ Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?~ Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead~ Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls came together before Gwi Ma, soul energy dancing around them endlessly as Rumi held your sword out and the girls held the offered hilt together. They could feel your soul humming through them, and they closed their eyes. They felt all the souls connecting with their song, connecting with each other and with a flare of light, Gwi Ma was banished and the rainbow Honmoon was sealed.

“My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~ Truth after all this time, our voices all combined~ When darkness meets the light, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls looked out over the world that they had saved. That you had saved. The crowd was cheering, the sky was clear and bright as the rising sun finally shone over them. The rainbow Honmoon pulsed with power. They descended, gently landing on stage. Mira and Zoey released the hilt of your sword, letting Rumi hold the sword gently by its hilt and the blade. She could see her tearful eyes reflecting back at her as her grief filled her heart. For a moment as the sun glinted across the blade, she thought she saw your human eyes reflected back at her, surrounded by five other pairs of eyes.

She held the sword close to her chest, falling to her knees before the crowd of cheering fans who were none-the-wiser. The fight was over.

And you were still gone.

Outtakes:

You: *Looking at your new demon form* “Wow. How snazzy.”

The Saja Boys: *Drooling over you* “Yeah…”

…

You: “Why don’t you just make another hat for Derpy so he and Sussie can match?”

Jinu: *Shook like you just gave him the answers to the universe*

…

Rumi: “(Y/n)! I’m here to protect you!”

The Saja Boys: “Thank you for your services, but you are no longer needed.”

…

The Saja Boys: “We have only known (Y/n) for a day but if anything happened to her, we would kill everyone in this room and then ourselves.

*Five parts later*

The Saja Boys: “…”

…

Let me know if you have ideas for outtakes or side skits! And think about checking out the playlist I made for this little series!

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Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 5

A/N: Thank you for the 1,000 followers! That’s kinda crazy but I guess I shouldn’t underestimate the kpop fandom. Anyways, you guys voted so all the Saja Boys will be getting the trauma but it kinda turned into trauma bonding…? Let me know what you think of their backstories, I tried hard to get the right balance of ‘I-need-this-and-I-want-it-desperately’ and ‘I-later-feel-shame-or-guilt-for-this’ while also keeping to their individual personalities.

This part is kinda long because we finally get to the reader actually singing! I was tempted to use ‘Free’ from kpdh but that’s Rumi and Jinu’s song and it didn’t fit the MC’s feelings and thoughts so I had to find a song that fit.

Speaking of, thanks to @ghastlyjewel67-blog for the inspiration for the second song!

TW: Self mutilation (scratching), toxic parental figure (thanks Celine), death threat (just a little), insecurity and low self esteem.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6

Word Count: 5,661

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

“(Y/n)?” You looked up at the call of your name. Oh yeah. You were trying to get some air so you went for a walk.

“Hey guys, what’s up?” You asked the group of disguised Saja Boys numbly. Or, maybe it wasn’t that you felt numb at that moment, but you were actually feeling too much at once.

“What’s wrong, darling?” Chungae asked softly. You didn’t know why they seemed to have such worried looks on their faces as they joined you on the bench, Chungae on your right, Hyeon on your left, Jum on Hyeon’s left, and Kwan and Jinu crouching in front of you.

What you also didn’t know was that they had scrambled to the park as soon as they had learned from Derpy and the bird that you were in the park, distressed.

“Nothing, I’m fine boys,” You tried to reassure them, smiling at them.

Then Hyeon silently reached towards your face, his finger gently swiping your cheek and pulling away to show the tears that had gathered on his finger.

Surprised, you reached up to your own face and realized that it was wet. ‘Had you really been crying?’

As if you realizing you were crying had opened the floodgates, your body shuddered as you tried to laugh and wipe your face, “Oh.”

Chungae and Hyeon pulled you into their arms, Jum reached over to hold your hand and squeezed it comfortingly, Kwan and Jinu rested their hands on your legs, letting them know they were there with you.

“I’m sorry,” You couldn’t help but apologize. “I just… I just don’t know what to do anymore.”

“Don’t apologize, babe,” Kwan said, squeezing your thigh lightly.

“Never apologize for what you feel,” Hyeon growled softly, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

“Just… tell us what you’re thinking about,” Jinu softly recommended.

The tears came faster and you shook harder. It felt like all that was keeping you together was the feeling of the five boys around you. “I… I don’t want the Honmoon to be completed…!” You choked out, your body shaking and the air in your lungs stuttering as you tried to breathe through your crying.

With a soft surge of demon magic, you were somewhere else, an apartment on a couch with the boys in the same position as before. They thought you would want a little privacy right now…

Being with the boys, surrounding you with safety and comfort, helped you to feel safe enough to open up the chest of shame and weakness you kept locked in your chest. “If the girls seal the Honmoon, I don’t think I’ll be allowed to stay on this side of the barrier. And I’ve given everything… for the Honmoon to be completed because that’s what’s always been expected of me. I’ve given my blood, sweat, tears, my dreams, my soul for it but it’s never. Been. Enough.”

The boys couldn’t help but hold you closer, their hearts clenching at the sight of you so… distraught? Broken? In despair? Whatever the word for it was, they hated it.

They wanted to d̴̮̗̟̱̆̆̈́ē̵̥͎̠̮͊̽̍́̃̋͘s̵̱̅͛̇̉̈́͜ṯ̵̾ŗ̴̲̘͋ọ̴͕̙͒̎̆ý̵̡̱̠̻̟̰̹͈̕̕ whatever it was that was making you so sad but they couldn’t.

All they could do was hold you together in their own tainted hands and listen.

“And I don’t want to lose any of you either,” You continued, the words and the tears coming faster, “But I think the worst part is that I’m afraid that if I tell Rumi or the other girls that I like the part of my father that I have, the part that loved a Hunter that was meant to kill him? I’ll be betraying them, and my Aunt Celine, and my mother’s memory…”

They were quiet. What could they say to comfort you? To reassure you that you were so much better than them? They, who were nothing but monsters in the dark, made up of their own mistakes and shame.

“When I was human,” Jinu spoke softly, squeezing your ankle as he looked down to avoid meeting anyone’s eyes. “My family was poor and the only thing I had to my name was a bipa so I busked the streets to make money, try and give my mom and sister a better life. But it didn’t get me anywhere, and that was when I first heard Gwi Ma. His power, it changed my life overnight. But it came at a cost. When I was welcomed into the palace by the emperor for my singing, my mother and sister were cast away. I left them. And still, I ate my fill everyday, sleeping comfortably in silk blankets until the patterns started spreading and dragged me to the demon realm to serve under Gwi Ma.”

The other boys shared small glances with each other. And then, Hyeon spoke, “I… I was… insecure. I had someone I loved but I couldn’t help but feel like I wasn’t enough. I wanted more. We would go on walks together and other people would approach her and I would be pushed to the wayside. So, Gwi Ma made me beautiful and I finally felt like I had her attention. I was so happy and I couldn’t help but want more and more. She left me, and not long after, the patterns took over. That’s why, I don’t like showing my face anymore…”

You nuzzled your head against Hyeon’s to give him comfort and his lips quirked up appreciatively.

Kwan sighed, “I wasn’t entirely honest when I told you my deal with Gwi Ma… Yeah, I wanted strength after I lost my family. But I didn’t want it to protect, I wanted it to destroy. I became the strongest so I could desecrate those that killed my family… I became a monster. Even now, I still feel like that same beast sometimes.”

You didn’t like the self deprecating look he had—hypocritical, you know—so you nudged him with your foot softly. He looked up and the two of you shared soft, sad smiles.

Chungae grimaced, pulling away from you slightly, “I’m kind of like Hyeon… I lived with my relatives who were matchmakers and so I was surrounded by love all the time. But it never felt like it was directed at me. So, as I got older and no one showed interest in me, I started getting jealous. I wanted to love and be loved so badly, I didn’t understand why no one loved me. Gwi Ma helped me and, suddenly, people were clamoring for my love, some even fighting each other for it. I couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t until the patterns took over.”

You pulled him back close, leaning your head against his shoulder as you held his hand with the one Jum wasn’t holding.

Jum rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “I don’t have the same backstory as you guys, I was born in the demon realm, y’know. I’ve never known any different. I guess… if anything, I wish I was born a human in the first place. I wish I didn’t have to leech off the souls of others just to sustain myself.”

It was quiet as the six of you processed what was shared. You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Wow. What a big mess we are.” You smiled when it got a few light laughs, the tear tracks starting to dry. “Did you guys know, I wanted to be a singer when I was younger?”

They blinked at the sudden change of topic but followed along as it made your smile grow from sad to some broken reflection of joy. “Why didn’t you?” Jinu asked curiously.

You shook your head, “My Aunt Celine told me it was a useless skill for me.” You rolled your eyes, “Focus on supporting your sister and protecting her secret, she said.”

Kwan scoffed, scowling, “What a load of bull.”

You hummed neutrally in response, “Maybe.”

Jum leaned over to you, “Will you sing something for us?”

Your face flushed suddenly, “Wait, what?”

Chungae nodded in agreement to Jum’s request, “Yeah, please (Y/n)?”

Hyeon nuzzled closer as well, obviously he wanted you to sing too. Jinu and Kwan looked at each other in fond amusement. The five had known each other for at least a century, but they had never felt as close with each other as they did right now with you.

You sighed, “Alright fine.” You looked up in thought, your head tilted back to rest against the back of the couch. Then you closed your eyes and opened your mouth.

“Tell me once again~ I could have been anyone, anyone else~ Before you made the choice for me~ My feet knew the path~ We walked in the dark, in the dark~ I never gave a single thought to where it might lead~”

Your voice wasn’t professional after years of neglect, the vocal training your aunt had given you long depleted. But it was soft and it was sweet and it was raw. It was you. The boys could feel each emotion you put into the song and they couldn’t help but gravitate closer to you.

“All those empty rooms~ We could have been anywhere, anywhere else~ Instead, I made a bed with agony~ My heart knew the weight~ Ten years worth of dust and neglect~ We made our peace with weariness and let it be~”

As you sang, your chest warmed as the song spilled from your lips. It felt right, like something that had jarred a long time ago was finally slotting back into place.

“The moon will sing a song for me~ I loved you like the sun~ Bore the shadows that you made~ With no light of my own~ I shine only with the light you gave me~ I shine only with the light you gave me~”

You wanted to cry again. Was this really how you felt about Rumi and your Aunt Celine all this time? Deep in your heart?

“Name your courage now~ We could have had anything, anything else~ Instead, you hoarded all that's left of me~ Swallowin' your doubt~ Like swords to the pit of my belly~ I want to feel the fire that you kept from me~”

The boys listened closely to every note that spilled from your lips. Because music was probably the language they understood best now. They couldn’t help but ache for you. The longing and the heartache and the bittersweet love you sang of.

“The moon will sing a song for me~ I loved you like the sun~ Bore the shadows that you made~ With no light of my own~ I shine only with the light you gave me~ I shine only with the light you gave me~ I shine only with the light you gave me~ (I could have been anyone, anyone)~ I shine only with the light you gave me~ (I could have been anyone, anyone)~”

The last notes faded into the silence of the apartment. The boys moved closer, surrounding you in their love and appreciation.

“That was… beautiful, (Y/n),” Jinu complimented you softly.

“Sing more often,” Hyeon commented, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent.

You laughed softly, your heart more settled now. You were still nervous for the Honmoon to be sealed, but right now? Your boys were surrounding you in a bubble of warmth and safety.

”Thank you, boys…”

~~~

It was time. The Idol Awards had come.

You had come back to the tower that morning to see the girls already awake and in the living area.

“(Y/n)!” Zoey greeted you energetically so early in the morning. “Where have you been? We all agreed that Takedown wasn’t the right song for sealing the Honmoon, so we’re going to be performing Golden tonight!”

You froze. You would be happy to never listen to Takedown again but on the other hand… All your hardwork for their outfits and visuals: down the drain…

Your smile strained, the relaxed feeling in your chest lingering from your time with the boys faltering. You felt like scratching the bandages Jinu had carefully reapplied over your arms this morning. “Oh. Great. I’m just gonna go… replace your Takedown outfits with the Golden ones.”

You turned to go to their wardrobe. The girls grimaced as they watched you go. Oops…

“Sorry, (Y/n)!” Rumi called after you, feeling bad that she had inadvertently given you more work this morning.

Rumi should talk to you, she knew that. But the deal she made with Jinu wouldn’t directly affect you, it was between her and him. It wasn’t worth adding more stress to your plate. She was going to protect you.

So here you were, hours later at the Idol Awards stage. You were waiting in the girl’s dressing room, the girls having joined you a little bit ago as you waited for the Saja Boys to perform first. Bobby was keeping track of everything, waiting to get the girls for their cue.

You couldn’t help but side eye Mira as she whaled on a punching bag with a poster of abs on it. “I. Hate. Abs!” She raged. You looked away. ‘Okayyyy then… They must’ve run into the boys on the way here…’

Suddenly, Bobby burst into the room, “Girls, the Saja Boys are fighting.”

You gasped, your chest tightening as you swallowed thickly. ‘What could they possibly be fighting about?’ You thought worriedly. You hoped they wouldn’t hurt each other and that they would be alright.

“That means you're on now!”

“Okay. This is it. For the fans,” Rumi took the lead, the three of them smiling while you couldn’t help but scratch your arm anxiously, your mind still stuck on the boys. The girls huddled and you remained on the sidelines.

“For the world.”

“For us.”

Bobby led the charge out of the dressing room and towards the stage, “Yes! We win this, and then we celebrate with Itaewon corn dogs!”

You followed Rumi out, unable to help but call after her, “Wait, Rumi!”

She turned to you, fixing her microphone. “What is it, (Y/n)?”

‘Please don’t seal the Honmoon. I’m scared. I don’t want to do this. Please don’t take them away from me.’

You smiled at her, hoping it wasn’t as broken as it felt. “You’re gonna do great. You’ve got this.”

Rumi smiled softly, taking your hand, “Thank (Y/n). Come on.”

Your smile fell as Rumi turned and you quietly followed her. Why did you have to be such a coward?

The girls took their places and you felt your chance to stop them slipping through your fingers like sand. You followed Bobby to the screen showing the livestream of the performance, he noticed your down energy.

“Hey, don’t worry, (Y/n), they got this! They’re gonna do great!” He tried to reassure you.

You gave him a small smile, “Thanks Bobby.” You turned back to the screen.

“I was a ghost, I was alone, hah~ 어두워진, hah, 압길속에 (Ah)~Given the throne, I didn't know how to believe~ I was the queen that I'm meant to be~ I lived two lives, tried to play both sides~ But I couldn't find my own place~ Called a problem child 'cause I got too wild~ But now that's how I'm getting paid, 끝없이 on stage~”

The girls started off perfectly, their choreography on point and their vocals hitting every note. Bobby was following along next to you, doing the choreography and mouthing the lyrics as he did. You couldn’t blame him, you usually did it too when the two of you were watching the girls perform together. But today, your mind was too occupied…

“I'm done hidin', now I'm shinin' like I'm born to be~ We dreamin' hard, we came so far, now I believe~”

Zoey and Mira swiftly exited the stage to give Rumi her solo, everything going according to plan.

“We're goin' up, up, up, it's our moment~ You know together we're glowing~ Gonna be, gonna be golden~ Oh, up, up, up with our voices~ 영원히 깨질 수 없는~ Gonna be, gonna be golden~”

Rumi went up on the gold aerial ring, swinging over the crowd as she sang. Bobby cheered as we watched her perform, “Yes, Rumi’s crushing it!” Rumi landed on stage again, but as she was about to finish the post-chorus, the lights on stage went out.

You blinked, turning to Bobby who was checking his clipboard with confusion. “Bobby, what’s going on?”

He shook his head, looking back up at the screen with a concerned furrow in his brow, “I don’t know. Is that Takedown?” And yeah, you would know that opening anywhere. It was definitely the intro to the diss track.

Mira and Zoey were suddenly next to Rumi as soon as the lights went up, Rumi being the professional she was, immediately went into the choreo for the song despite obviously being surprised.

“So sweet, so easy on the eyes, but hideous on the inside~ Whole life spreading lies, but you can't hide, baby, nice try~ I'm 'bout to switch up these vibes, I finally opened my eyes~ It's time to kick you straight back into the night~”

You frown when Mira and Zoey break from the choreo, pushing at Rumi’s shoulders as they start circling your sister with nasty smiles and dark eyes.

“Why? No,” Bobby whispered, just as alarmed as you at the sudden turn on Rumi by the other girls.

“‘Cause I see your real face and it's ugly as sin~ Time to put you in your place 'cause you're rotten within~ When your patterns start to show~ It makes the hatred wanna grow outta my veins~”

You gasped as Mira and Zoey started grabbing at the jacket covering Rumi’s arms. Your stomach dropped and your heart went up your throat. ‘They knew…?’ And Rumi was just as horrified, covering her arms as Mira and Zoey tossed the tatters of her jacket aside.

“I don't think you're ready for the takedown~ Break you into pieces in a world of pain 'cause you're all the same~ Yeah, it's a takedown~ A demon with no feelings, don't deserve to live, it's so obvious~”

Mira and Zoey got up in Rumi’s face, saying something that the microphones couldn’t pick up. But it made Rumi distressed as she pulled at her hair and frantically tried to cover herself until she finally screamed.

“Ś̸̢̬̭̓̿̋͗T̸̥̓͋̂̉̎̕͘O̸̝͔̗̬̯͉̼̥̲̓͜O̶̰̭͍͉̥͍̜̻̝̪̔͐ͅO̸̡̢͉͍̬͇̝͓̾̂Ó̶͓̗̬̓̂̍̿͑̑͝Ō̴̯̯̒P̵̢̻̟̺̙͎̠͔̝̦͛̈́͗̅͊̈̑͘͝!”

You got the glimpse of her patterns glowing as they spread up her neck and to her face before the power of the building was taken out, the lights shattering as the screen went black. But you could still feel the power of Rumi’s voice reverberating in your chest.

For a long moment, all you could do was stare blankly in horrified silence. Rumi’s secret was out. Mira and Zoey found out and exposed her…

“(Y/n), did you know about Rumi’s…” Bobby searched for the right word, “Marks?”

“We were born with them,” was all you could tell him, still stuck on processing what had just happened. They had scorned Rumi.

‘What would they do to you then?’ Your mind hissed.

You shook yourself from your despair, “I have to go find Rumi!”

Bobby called after you as you took off, “Wait, do you even know where you’re going?! (Y/n)—!” He was distracted by his phone going off with a notification.

~~~

You were lost. You had run in a random direction because you didn’t know where the stage entrances were and now you regretted it. You could hear your sister yelling in the distance and then a guy yelling back. Was that Jinu? A pulse of demon energy went out around you, the familiar power of your sister vibrating in your chest so you followed it.

“Rumi!” You turned a corner to see your sister standing by herself. “Rumi! Are you okay?!” A stupid question but it was the first one on the tip of your tongue.

“Go away, (Y/n).”

You didn’t listen, worried and scared for both yourself and her. “Rumi, it'll be fine!” You tried to smile and reassure her but it just made you look manic you were sure. You reached out a hand to her shoulder to turn her around to look at you, “We just gotta explain that—“

”I said, g̸̳̯̙̜̈́͌̿ơ̴̪̝̳͚̲̔̇̓̋͝ ̴̠̺̯̾̀͌́͛͘͜a̶̜̬̗͓̓ẘ̶̛̥̞̠̠͝a̷̮̹̼̻̣̾͗̒̿y̵͔͕̝̺͇͒́̕̚,̵͔̣͐͆͆͆̎ ̷̫̼̼͍̼͚͊͝͝(̴̠̤͛͐̒͋̚͜͠Y̷̗͇̫̺̪̼̌̍/̸̯̥̱̕n̴̫̖̅̃)̶̗̩̲̬̂̄!”

Rumi turned, her voice pulsing out as she swung her hand. Her now clawed nails caught on your face and raked across your cheek, from your left ear almost to your nose. In shock and surprise of the sudden pain, you fell back.

“Rumi…?”

Rumi turned. And left. Demon magic trailing her every step as it consumed the Honmoon behind her. And you were left in its debris without a second look.

No. No no no no no n̵̺͍͆o̷̭̮̓…̸̟͇̹̽

“Rumi…!”

She didn’t turn around and she faded into the shadows.

“Don’t leave me…”

~~~

“Girls!”

“Not now Bobby,” Mira growled weakly, Zoey still numb beside her.

Bobby didn’t listen, running up to them, “What was that out there? Was it because of the new scandal with (Y/n)?”

His words shook Mira and Zoey from their feelings of betrayal, shaking their heads to look at him. “Wait, what?”

Bobby frowned, “Uh, yeah. The PR team just notified me.” He held up his phone which Mira quickly snatched. “Some blog just posted a bunch of photos of (Y/n) and the Saja Boys…”

Mira scrolled through the page, Zoey looking over her shoulder. And there they were. Pictures of you and the individual boys, walking in the park, eating at cafes, restaurants, food stalls, sitting and listening to music together, the arcade, it kept going on. But the real kicker was the last picture. You were on a park bench, surrounded by all the boys, leaning on each other and basking in their presence. You looked happy with them. Intimate.

Mira growled, clenching Bobby’s phone in her hand, “That—that… Traitor!” Mira shoved the phone back in Bobby’s arms and stomped away, the feeling of betrayal echoing deeper in her chest like a chasm.

“Mira, wait!” Zoey chased after her, her own feelings of betrayal and hurt being pushed down in favor of going after Mira.

“Wait, girls!” Bobby called after them but he was left behind.

~~~

You sniffed, trying to keep your tears to a minimum. If anyone could help you find Rumi, it was Zoey and Mira. You just had to explain to them that it wasn’t Rumi’s fault, that she just wanted to be normal and go with them to the bathhouse.

“Mira, Zoey!” You spotted them near one of the exits. Your skin was on fire, you were desperate to scratch for relief but you couldn’t, not when Rumi needed help.

“Thank goodness I found you!” You smiled in relief, “Look, I need your guys’ help to find, Rumi, she disappeared and she was in a really bad state. And I know what happened on stage, but she—“

“(Y/n) stop. Just stop pretending!” You were cut off by Mira’s demands.

“Mira?”

Mira had just wanted to leave. She just wanted to mourn her broken family in peace but you just had to show up. “Stop pretending to be on our side.”

“What?” You tilted your head at her, confused about what was going on. Was this because you were part demon too? You looked at Zoey to try and understand what Mira meant but the younger girl just looked away from you with a hard expression. “I am on your side.”

“Oh yeah? So why have you been hanging out with the Saja Boys? Looked real cozy to me,” Mira crossed her arms, moving into your space.

You blinked. How did they know about that? “Wait what?” You shook your head, the important thing was that they knew now. “Okay, yeah, I’ve been hanging out with them but—“

“But what, (Y/n)?! You’re choosing the demons over us? Did you even want the Honmoon to be sealed?”

You couldn’t answer her, swallowing thickly as you looked down shamefully.

“That’s what I thought. Go away, traitor. If you choose to fight on Gwi Ma’s side, then next time we see you… we’ll have to kill you,” Mira turned and left you there. Zoey looked at you and you pleaded at her with your eyes but she made her choice. She followed after Mira.

~~~

You had one more hope left.

Aunt Celine lives in the outskirts of the city, in the middle of a forest. It was a secret place where Hunters had been trained for centuries. Aunt Celine had raised you and Rumi so surely she would have a solution now.

You ran. You ran as fast as you could and then you noticed you were running faster than was possible for a human. Had your patterns spread that much? Tears were dripping but you wiped at them to keep your vision clear. Not yet. Don’t lose hope yet.

You made it in record time. The house was dark so you made your way to the one other place she could be. The old tree with the ribbons of past Hunters hung from its branches.

“Aunt Celine!” You cried, tears dripping down your cheeks.

Aunt Celine was on her knees before the tree, a distraught look on her face. Her eyes were wide but she had a look like she was a thousand miles away. “Leave (Y/n).”

“Please Aunt Celine, you have to help me find Rumi. I don’t know who else to go to! I don’t know what to do anymore, please!” You pleaded with her, falling to your knees in front of her so you could take her hands in yours.

She pulled her hands from yours, standing and backing away from you, a frown on her face as she avoided looking at you. She never could stand looking at you.

“You can’t do anything, child. You failed.” Her words stabbed into your chest, leaving you struggling for breath. “You failed in protecting Rumi’s secret. I knew you were more like your father. I should have thrown you out when we found out you couldn’t connect to the Honmoon.”

As Celine stumbled away, weak on her feet as she left you behind, always being left behind. You could only stare sightlessly at where she had been. Your heart was pounding in your ears, only a little louder than the sound of your own haggard breathing.

Why…?

You had hoped that they would accept you. Always. Mira. Zoey. Rumi. Celine.

Why?

That you could be happy one day to just be yourself and do what you want to do.

Why?

That you could be loved and accepted for who you are, demon patterns and all.

Why?

Why couldn’t they comfort you and stay? Keep your heart safe? After all you’ve done, helping them become who they are, cooking and cleaning for them, supporting them from the background, giving up your dream for them, pushing down who you are, why can’t they just see you?

Ẃ̷̛̞̩͖̥̲̜̭̩͉̹͉͎͔͚̲̖̙̝̮̅͌͐̆͋̑̈͗̏͝͠h̵̛̭̪̝͖̬̀͂̂̃̇̀̅͊̀̈́͊̑ͅy̷̛̰̭͓̫̗̭͍͎͔̭̺͔͍̖̭̩̯̯͉̓͌͐̉͆̈́̇͆̔͗̑͋̇͒̆̑̚̕̕͠͝?̷̥͍̭͖̭͚̫̲͖̦̑̈́̈́̓̋̇͛̈́͠

~~~

The boys were quiet as they waited for the time of their final performance. They stood around the roof of a building, watching the crowds of people march towards the Namsan tower. They would have to return to Gwi Ma soon but they couldn’t help but feel heavy. Even with the success of their mission so close at hand, the prize they worked hard to gain for Jinu, their minds lingered on you.

They didn’t know what backlash you had gotten from them exposing Rumi’s demon patterns to the world. And then they had deepened the feeling of betrayal in the two Hunters by leaking those photos of you and them. They felt guilty. They didn’t want to hurt you, just the Hunters. But Gwi Ma threatened to increase the volume of the whispers in their head when they wavered after you spent the night at their apartment.

Because when they were with you, vulnerable and open to each other, they hadn’t heard a single whisper, none of them. And that was precious to them. It gave them hope for themselves, that maybe they didn’t have to go through with Gwi Ma’s plan. But that hope was crushed. Turned to ash by Gwi Ma’s threats.

Hyeon turned when he heard the soft poof of demon magic, gasping when he saw you standing on the roof. “Princess?” He called softly and the other boys turned as well, their faces falling at the sight of you in the state you were in.

Your hair was wind blown, your eyes red. The nice clothes you had worn for the Idol Awards did nothing to hide the glow of your demon patterns beneath them. There was a bleeding scratch across the left side of your face, stretching from your ear almost to your nose. One of your eyes reflected the too familiar demon color of their own. Your face was blank. Withdrawn.

“(Y/n)…” Chungae called softly, the five of them gathering in front of you, hesitating to reach out to you. But what right did they have to touch you anymore?

“Please don’t leave me. Leave me alone.”

They frowned at your words, fists tightening at their sides. What a terrible temptation your words gave them.

“Babe,” Kwan sighed regretfully, “You don’t understand…”

“I don’t care.”

“Princess,” Hyeon tried to reason with her even though it sent a dagger through his heart to try and push her away. “We betrayed you.”

“I. Don’t. Care.”

Jinu snapped, his own regret and guilt getting to him, “We’re the ones that exposed that you were spending time with us! We made the scandal! We betrayed you—!”

“I don’t C̶̨̡̰̯̥̪͙̠͙̹̘̺̈́͂̋̾Ȧ̵̠̖̠̲̮̤̣̭̮̥̱͗̆̓̈́R̵̮̱̖͚͙̬͐́͂̈́͛͊E̶̩̲̰̬̱̎ͅ!̷̨̧̜̺͕̣͕̦̌̐̔͐̓̔̔̈́̄̕”

The boys took a step back in surprise at the sudden distortion of your voice. You suddenly came alive from the broken doll you had appeared as, the numb chasm crashing together into rage and despair and sadness.

“You may have orchestrated the situation but they’re the ones who reacted the way they did!” You wailed, your tears falling anew. Jum couldn’t handle it anymore, the usually cool maknae frowning as he stepped forward to hug you. You pressed your face into his shoulder, your body shuddering as you cried.

“Mira and Zoey said they would kill me the next time they saw me! And Aunt Celine said she always knew I was too much like my father and she should have thrown me out years ago! And Rumi… Rumi, she hit me and didn’t even regret it!”

The boys circled around you, offering what comfort they could in the situation they felt they created. It felt like their hearts were being ripped apart from the inside out.

“I just want to be loved and accepted and safe. And being with you guys makes me feel more safe and loved and accepted than I have in years.”

The boys just held you closer, not answering you. They didn’t want to pull you into their darkness. They were selfish and greedy beings, but for you? They couldn’t be selfish.

Your mouth opened to express yourself in the only way you could at the moment. “You and I are tangled as these sheets~ I'm alive, but I can barely breathe~ With your arms around me, it feels like I'm drownin'~ If I reach for somethin' I can't keep~ How bad could it really be?~”

You looked up at them, turning in their arms to meet their eyes one at a time so they could see the honest look in your eyes as you sang.

“So, baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone~ Come over, undress me just like I've never been touched~ Baby, I'm obsessed with you and there's no replica~ Maybe if it's messy, if it's messy, if it's messy~ Then you know it's really love~”

The boys still hesitated but you could see the look in their eyes slowly coming apart. So you went on, telling them how you felt.

“I want all of your complicatеd~ Give me hell and all of your worst~ Whеn the party's over and I'm screamin', "I hate it"~ How bad could it really hurt~ If tonight we just let it burn?~”

As the next words came, you truly felt settled in yourself in a way you hadn’t before. You were sure of this decision, being with them. And you slowly turned in a circle, your hands running across their chests and their jaws, making sure they met your eyes as your patterns glowed brighter and spread faster as you accepted them as part of you. Your eyes both glowing amber, and your hands lengthening into claws that matched their own, your skin darkening inhumanly.

“So, baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone~ Come over, undress me just like I've never been touched~ Baby, I'm obsessed with you and there's no replica~ Maybe if it's messy, if it's messy, if it's messy~ Then you know it's really love, love~”

The boys were breathless, speechless as you transformed right before their eyes. For them, the patterns were a form of shame and guilt but when they saw them on you? They were beautiful. Like power crawling across your skin, filling your eyes with fire. Like seeing a goddess coming into herself.

“You're pullin' back and I'm runnin' for the door~ You're sayin' those words and it just makes me want you more~ A second chance with our hearts on the floor~ Guess it's love~”

Giving in, the boys pulled you closer, circling you like planets stuck in your orbit. The center of their universe. They let their human guises fall so they could match you, show you that they accepted you and you weren’t alone. So you could see every ugly part of them. Your clothes fade to black, matching their robes as they hold you close, arms tangling for their hands to hold whatever part of you they could put their hands on.

“So, baby, let's get messy, let's get all the way undone~ Come over, undress me just like I've never been touched~ Baby, I'm obsessed with you and there's no replica~ Maybe if it's messy, if it's messy, if it's messy~ Then you know it's really love~ Love~ (Then you know it's really) Love~ Love~”

I’m sorry. The angst was necessary. Have some outtakes to soothe the angst.

Outtakes:

Mystery: *Barks at a fan*

Fans: *Bark back*

Mystery: *shook*

…

Bobby: “The Saja Boys are fighting!”

The Saja Boys: “How dare you use my new face cream without asking?!” “It was on my side of the room!”

…

Celine: *Being the terrible parental figure that she is*

The Saja Boys, Mira, Zoey: *Cracking knuckles and readying weapons* So you’re the one.

…

You: *Answers the phone* “Hi guys, what’s up?”

The Saja Boys: “Oh, just trying to prevent a murder.”

You: “Oh…? How so…?”

The Saja Boys: *Staring at Celine* “Self control.”

…

You: *Searching the crowd* “Where’d the girls go?”

Rumi: “I got this.” *Cups hands around her mouth* “RUMI AND (Y/N) WERE BORN MISTAKES!”

Mira and Zoey: *Violently clamoring over people like feral animals* “WHO SAID THAT?!”

Rumi: “There they are.”

Abby: *Summoned on the top of a pole* “HUH?! I’LL RIP OUT YOUR LIVER!”

Baby: *Appearing with support candy* “Don’t listen to the idiots, beautiful.”

Romance: *Casually holding an ax* “Who said that? I just wanna talk.”

Hyeon: *Suddenly appears behind you to wrap his arms around your waist* “Grrrrr…”

Jinu: *Plotting some dramatic evil revenge plan* “Say that again?”

Derpy the Tiger: *Smiling eerily*

You: *Tearfully* “Guys…”

…

Rumi and Jinu: *High fiveing* “Yay, Platonic Soulmates!”

…

I also got carried away and made a short playlist for this little series.

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[kaechannn]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 4

A/N: Hello all of you. Wow, you all keep popping out of the kpop woodwork but thank you for all the support! I love reading your comments! I decided to post this today since I was able to squeeze it out tonight.

Reminder for people, I can’t tag more than fifty people so the tag list is closed. But, feel free to share outtake ideas in the comments or dm me!

TW: Self mutilation (just scratching on the arms), insecurity, and toxic mentalities (Thanks Celine)

Word Count: 4,457

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, and Abby = Kwan)

That night, as the Saja Boys laid outside the venue for Huntr/x’s fan sign event, there was nothing for them to do but scroll on their phones or talk to each other. Each had a single sleeping bag and only Jinu had a chair to get more comfortable so the boys were a little miserable. But, needs must in war.

“Sooo… who else has been hardcore simping for (Y/n)?” Kwan suddenly asked to fill the quiet.

“Hardcore.”

“Yeah, same.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

There was just something about you that called to them. Maybe it was the way you smiled or the way you laughed without restraint? The way you treated them with normal kindness despite knowing that they served Gwi Ma? The way Gwi Ma’s voice quieted when they were around you? The way you made them feel more human than they had in centuries?

There was more to say between them. Of course there was, they were fond of this half human, half demon girl and they were plotting to destroy her world and kill her sister and her friends. And the moment you told them your weakness, they would have to exploit it to make the Honmoon and the Hunters shatter.

The Saja Boys felt a creeping feeling of despair.

~~~

That morning, you had gotten the girls up and made them something to eat then let the wardrobe and makeup team up. Their outfits were already set out in the living area along with the girls' makeup. The girls hated this part, usually doing their own makeup but it kept appearances up when there was a team doing final checks on their appearances. And pampering them. It also gave more people more jobs.

It was totally chaotic and you caught yourself scratching every now and then before your focus was drawn to something else.

“Okay okay okay, girls, team, everyone down to the cars! Gotta get the venue set up!” Bobby ushered everyone toward the elevator, the girls and you going down first and Bobby would follow with the rest of the team. You were so thankful for a private garage. It kept rabid crowds of fans trek crowding them.

When they got there, they set up the tables and the posters quickly, you making last minute adjustments to their appearance. For fan sign events, you stood behind the girls to get them anything they needed and to take care of gifts the fan gave them to keep room on the table.

Bobby set the last of the posters in front of them as the girls did final stretches and settled into their seats. “All right, team, I know everyone is all Saja, Saja, Saja, but we’re gonna turn it into Huntr/x, Huntr/x, Huntr/x! Yay! These fans slept on the sidewalk, overnight!” He did his best to hype them up.

“And I got all the fuel you guys’ll need to get through the next few hours,” You told them, nodding your head to the box of drinks and snacks you had for them.

The girls did their little circle, cheering each other with their pens, “Happy fans, happy Honmoon!” They whispered.

You took your place behind the girls as the doors opened and the fans flooded in, spearheaded by five people in sleeping bags, “Let’s bring them in! Welcome!”

The five sleeping bags eagerly waddled up to the table despite Bobby’s urging to go in a single file without pushing. You couldn’t help but giggle, it reminded you of the sleeping bag Mira had you design for her for the Met. Maybe they were Mira fans…

“And who should I make this out to?” Rumi greeted them.

“‘To our biggest fans.’”

‘Wait. You knew that sly, antagonistic, pretty voice.’

The sleeping bags dropped and the Saja Boys smoothly posed. Your jaw dropped. Did they really spend all night on the sidewalk just to mess with the girls? Were they that petty? Apparently, yes. Yes they were.

Bobby moved quickly, greeting the boys respectfully despite the interruption and the girls' complaints as they snapped their pens, summoning another table for the boys. But as soon as half the line split to line up in front of the Saja Boys’ table, Rumi stood, “The Saja Boys will sit with us!”

Zoey and Mira protested but the half of the crowd swiftly rejoined the original line as Bobby teared up at Rumi’s genius. The girls rearranged themselves, spreading out though Mira and Zoey clearly didn’t want to.

You couldn’t help the frown you had as Chungae and Kwan sidled up to Mira while Zoey fawned over Hyeon. And Jinu was whispering with Rumi. You did your job, grabbing five more waters from your box to pass out to the boys. It kinda… hurt when they didn’t acknowledge you, you knew they couldn’t, not with the fans and the other girls here, but still. It stung.

You couldn’t help but giggle when Kwan started passing out signed sketch outlines of his abs though.

You blinked and then sighed fondly when Hyeon started barking at a fan for some reason. You bit your lip, you wanted to pull him back but you couldn’t make any contact with the boys like this. You scratched at your arms in stress.

“No!” Zoey hit him with her pen, scolding him, “Bad Saja Boy!”

Hyeon backed down unhappily, pouting as he bit back a growl at the girl. He crossed his arms, sulking. ‘She hadn’t noticed how the fan’s eyes kept flickering up to stare behind them, at you,’ Hyeon mentally growled.

At the same time, Kwan, Mira, and Chungae started fighting over who would sign a fan’s leg cast first. Seeing the huge problem, you grimaced and quickly rushed over since no one else was doing anything.

“Woah, woah, woah,” You waved your arms over them, smiling tensely down at them, “Good idols don’t further injure their fans,” You hissed pointedly though your customer service smile didn’t waver. You shoved Chungae’s pen in his hand and slid the man’s leg over to him first.

”So sorry about any discomfort sir, they were just so excited to sign for you,” You bowed to the fan and scurried back to your place. You made sure to keep a watchful eye on them.

‘Why couldn’t they be like Jum? Jum was just quietly signing the posters and whatever the fans asked to be signed—within reason. Jum is being perfect. Be more like Jum guys.’

Speaking of Jum, he waved you over and you leaned down to offer your ear when he crooked his finger to the squeals of some of the fans. “Do you have any energy drinks? It was a long night on the sidewalk…” He whispered. Your face heated at the sensation of his voice in your ear and his breath fanning over your skin.

‘No! Bad thoughts (Y/n)! Focus on the boy, he wants an energy drink!’

Straightening up stiffly, you didn’t dare say anything because you knew you would stutter and stumble and make a mess of yourself. You smiled and nodded your head, hurrying over to your drink and snack stash. You were not running away from the hot maknae.

Jum couldn’t help but smirk and chuckle fondly as he watched you scurry away to get an energy drink for him. The back of your neck was flushed so he could imagine the flustered look on your face. He hadn’t even meant to, he was just really tired. But your reaction definitely gave him a little bit more energy, at least enough to smile at fans and send hearts at them every now and then. Jinu would owe them big time for this one…

“Here you go, Jum,” His name slipped out without you meaning to but, thankfully, no one seemed to hear you.

Jum took the can with a smile, making sure your fingers brushed as he did, “Thanks (Y/n).”

And then he cracked it open and took a long drink, his throat bobbing with every swallow.

‘Was this fan service!? Run (Y/n)!’

You got out of there as fast as you could. You scurried back to the safety of your drink and snack stash so you could bury your face in your hands until your face cooled down. ‘In front of the fans too…’

You looked up in time to awe over the cutest little girl ever going up to the table with a drawing, her eyes on Jinu. You couldn’t see Jinu’s face as he slowly took the drawing, other fans shouting about how much they loved Jinu.

You blinked, cocking your head in confusion when Rumi suddenly stood, her arms held out to gesture at Jinu, “Isn’t he great? Woo! Jinu, everybody! Yeah Jinu!” Rumi cheered. It set off the crowd of fans, cheering and clapping wildly as they threw bouquets of flowers to each of the Saja Boys.

“‘Woo, Jinu’?” Mira echoed in disbelief. You grimaced, she didn’t sound happy at all…

Jinu then stood, “Unfortunately, the Saja Boys have to run. Thank you, everyone.” The rest of the boys followed his lead.

You stood at attention when Bobby suddenly waved to you, “(Y/n), can you show them to the back exit and call one of the cars around?” He trailed off into muttering about how the boys never had any managers or employees with them, a little disgruntled.

You started to nod when Rumi’s protective streak flared anew, “No!”

Everyone was looking at her.

”Uhhh, I mean, I was gonna ask (Y/n) to get me a, uhhh…” Rumi trailed off, her mind blanking on what to say. The Saja Boys already kidnapped her sister once and put her in danger, she didn’t want them doing it again.

“Some more water! You wanted some more water, right Rumi?” Zoey chimed in, her smile strained as she tried to help.

“Yeah! Yeah, I need some more water!” Rumi agreed quickly. All eyes went to the half full water bottle on the table. She quickly snatched it up and chugged it down. Aggressively.

“Okay… I’ll get you some more water, you can go ahead (Y/n),” Bobby reassured and you smiled awkwardly. There was no getting out of this. Not that you really wanted to get out of it…

“It’s fine, I’ll be right back Rumi,” You reassured your sister before leading the boys to the back as they waved to the fans, “This way.”

As soon as the boys were out of sight of the fans, they sagged with exhaustion, tossing the bouquets out.

You grimaced, and fished them out of the garbage, “Come on guys… I know you guys are tired but, just take some pictures with them later or something, the fans’ll like that…” You knew they were exhausted and probably aching from sleeping on the sidewalk all night but you couldn’t just let them do that right in front of you.

Jinu was quiet behind you, staring thoughtfully at the girl’s drawing in his hand.

“Tired…”

“Too much effort…”

“Can’t do it…”

“Nghhh…”

You shook your head at them, leading them to the back exit as you juggled the flowers in your arms to get your phone and text one of the drivers to come around to the back door.

“Okay, wait right here and one of our drivers will come and take you guys wherever you need to go,” You told them, shoving your phone in your pocket.

You almost fell over when someone’s body weight was suddenly on top of your shoulders, their face resting in the crook of your shoulder. “So tired…” Hyeon groaned. You blushed but couldn’t move before Chungae and Kwan plopped on the ground to lean their back’s against both sides of your legs. Jum pouted, settling with just leaning his head against your arm as all four boys tiredly closed their eyes. You were stuck.

It was like when a cat or a dog deigned you with the honor of them laying in your lap so you didn’t dare shift even a millimeter in the horrible case of you disturbing them. Your muscles were tense and you felt like your legs were going numb but you didn’t dare move.

You looked up flatly when you heard Jinu snickering to himself. “These are your children, shouldn’t you take them?” You hissed at him.

Jinu held his hands up in surrender, “Hey, they like Mama more, that’s not my fault,” He smirked.

The cluster of five people all looked at him in deadpan. Did this guy really just insinuate that he and you were their parents? “Ew.”

Your phone chimed and you slowly shook the boys off, “Alright, car’s here guys.”

They whined but released you and got to their feet. Chungae took your hand in his, swinging them back and forth as he pleaded, “Come with us, wanna cuddle…”

‘Okay, so Chungae got childishly clingy when he was tired. Noted.’

“I can’t, you guys can’t keep kidnapping me. I gotta stay with the girls for this event,” You told him and started herding the boys outside and to the car.

“Fine…” Chungae huffed, mindlessly giving you a kiss on the cheek before he shuffled into the car first, “Bye darling…”

‘Was he really that tired?!’ Your face combusted.

Looks like they were taking turns.

Hyeon was next, taking your hand and pressing a lingering kiss to the back of it before he followed after Chungae, “‘Till next time, princess.”

Kwan wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you in a tight hug and oh gosh. You can feel all his muscles. “See you later, babe.” And then he was climbing into the car too.

Jum approached you with a cool air, but his eyes didn’t meet yours as he took your hand in his and gave it a soft, shy squeeze, “Thanks for the drink earlier, beautiful.” You opened your hand as he climbed into the car to see your favorite candy. Was this gift-giving…?

Jinu tried to hide his chuckle at how red and flustered you were as snores started sounding from the car already. You pouted at him. “You look like the co-host from ‘Play Games With Us!’ after the spicy challenge,” He quietly cackled.

Was your face really that red? You pressed your hands to your cheeks to cool them down, tossing the flowers into the car after the boys. “Shut it, pretty boy,” You grumbled petulantly.

Jokes on him, now he was flustered and blushing. Jinu could dish it out but he couldn’t take it when the flirting was directed at him apparently.

Jinu cleared his throat, looking away from your little smirk as he fumbled with his hands. “Okay, uh, I’ll see you around.”

“Okay. Bye Jinu,” You waved as he fumbled to get into the car as you walked back to the door.

“Uh, byeee, ugh,” he cringed at the way his voice came out. You didn’t get to hear him mutter and groan at himself as he quickly closed the car door behind him and the car soon took off.

You shook your head in amusement at the boys and went back inside to finish the event with the girls.

It was hours later of Rumi glancing worriedly at you out of the corner of her eye until the event finished, Bobby grinning happily at the success of the event.

“Great job girls!” He cheered, circling the table as employees cleaned up the venue. He showed his phone to Mira and Zoey joined to see what it was, “The internet loves this, and the internet is never wrong!”

You looked over their shoulders as Mira snatched Bobby’s phone to go through the stories, “Rujinu! That’s genius.” It was a picture of Jinu and Rumi’s feet touching under the table with the caption, ‘Rujinu?! Playing footsie?!’

Mira tapped through to a drawing of Zoey with a glowering baby Jum in her arms and Hyeon at her side with a beaming smile, “Zoeystery. Where did they come up with that?”

And an edit of Mira with Chungae and Kwan on each side of her, the three surrounded by hearts, “Miro-mabby?” Mira tried to sound out the poly ship name as her fist clenched.

“Aw, you’re so cute together!” Zoey cooed lightheartedly.

Your eyes widened when Mira clicked again and this time it was a collage of Jum whispering in your ear earlier, drinking the energy drink, and you burying your red face in your hands with the caption, ‘(Y/n) is literally us, same girl! I hardcore ship it tho! (Y/n) + Baby!’ With plenty of hearts.

Zoey gasped excitedly, “They even did you, (Y/n)!”

You bit your lip, flushing as Mira turned her head to look at you, “You were blushing over them?” She asked you incredulously.

You stared flatly back at her, “I don’t wanna hear it when you kept watching Abby make those sketches of his abs.”

She shrugged, “Point taken.”

Zoey nodded, “Yeah, fair enough.”

~~~

Rumi didn’t know what to do.

On one hand, she had Zoey and Mira with this diss track, racing towards their goal of destroying all demons and trapping them in the demon realm with Gwi Ma for eternity.

On the other hand, she had Jinu and the constant niggling in her head that not all demons deserve to suffer.

And below it all, the protective determination to protect you, her sister. The faster she completed the Honmoon, the faster her and your patterns would be gone so you both could live normal lives. That’s what she wanted for you.

Rumi couldn’t talk to you about what was going on, you wouldn’t understand. And she didn’t want to freak you out over Jinu knowing about her—and by extension—your patterns.

But she did have to talk to Jinu. Maybe there was hope for him. And if there was hope for him, then there must be hope for you and her.

That’s why she gave the note to Derpy to give to Jinu.

So, early in the morning as the sun was just barely about to come up, she saw Jinu waiting for her. “She wants to meet, and she’s late?”

Rumi couldn’t help but sneak up behind him and land on the wall, making him shriek and flail as he turned and saw her suddenly crouched behind him. “You made me come all the way out here so you could jump-scare me?!” He panted, gripping his chest as he felt his heart slowly come down from the hummingbird speed it had jumped to. (Y/n) would never treat him like this…

Rumi jumped down smoothly, ignoring his question. “Follow me.”

He did. “Well, I’m glad you’re finally ready to talk. Although, you could’ve picked somewhere nicer for a date.”

Rumi faltered, “‘Date’? No! Ew! What are you talking about?”

Jinu pointedly held up the invite she had sent him, reading, ‘Save the Date.’

“That doesn’t mean—“ She sighed frustratedly, “You’re so old. This is strictly a business meeting.” She snatched the invite from him, going back to her walk as he trailed after her.

“Right… I thought you were into your friends. Glad it’s not me,” Jinu mused as he followed the purple haired girl.

Rumi blanched again, “What?! No! No way! I— They— We— Just, just keep your nose out of my love life, okay?! Business. Meeting.”

Jinu held up his hands in surrender, “Okay, loud and clear,” He agreed and the two resumed walking, Rumi with much redder cheeks than she had arrived with.

“What if I told you there’s another way to get your freedom?” Rumi asked him, her face serious and solemn now.

“Go on.”

“Help us win the Idol Awards. Because when we win, the Honmoon will be sealed,” Rumi explained, hopping up onto the wall with a touch to the Honmoon so it glowed out over the city. “And that will guarantee your freedom. Gwi Ma will be permanently cut off, and all the demons will be gone from this world. My sister and I will finally be free of these patterns. No more hiding. No more secrets. You can be on this side when the Honmoon is sealed. Away from the demon world, away from Gwi Ma. You can be free from those voices forever.”

Jinu looked away in consideration. Rumi didn’t know his true story, she thought he had made a deal for his family, when in reality, he made the deal for himself. Besides, her thinking was flawed, even he could see it. She was telling herself comforting lies.

“But I am a mistake.”

Jinu frowned at her words, looking up at her.

“Have been since the moment I was born. So, I have to believe. Because if there’s no hope for you, what hope is there for me?”

After a moment, he couldn’t help but ask, “And your sister? Is she a mistake too?”

Rumi looked down, conflicted. “(Y/n)… I don’t want to think so, I love her. But… if we weren’t born the way we were, maybe she would’ve been able to use the Honmoon like us…” Rumi trailed off softly, unsure and bitter over her own conflicted thoughts and emotions on her sister.

They were interrupted by a middle aged woman offering a bracelet to Jinu to give to his ‘girlfriend.’ The two flailed, stumbling over their words until the woman gave Jinu a flat look and Rumi the bracelet with the advice to find a better boy since Jinu was hopeless.

“Well, there’s your answer. Hopeless.”

Rumi gave the bracelet a soft, thoughtful look, “That’s the funny thing about hope. Nobody else gets to decide if you feel it. That choice belongs to you.” She held the bracelet out to offer him, “Here. Think of it as a… friendship bracelet.”

When Jinu took too long to think about it, Rumi turned away to leave with a sigh. “Wait.” He told her, holding his hand out for the bracelet when she turned. She smiled softly and slid it into his hand.

Looking at the bracelet in his hand, he couldn’t help but say, “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you or your sister are mistakes.”

Then they went their separate ways.

~~~

It was all getting to be too much for you.

The girls were at the venue for the Idol Awards since early this morning, practicing their performance for Takedown. You had asked Bobby to deliver snacks to girls for you because you were busy running errands in the city. Bobby had reassured you that he would do that while you did your errands—i.e. getting some air.

Since the fan sign event, you had been scratching at your patterns more and more. The Idol Awards were tomorrow and it seemed like you couldn’t escape Takedown whenever you were in the apartment with the girls. It always seemed to be playing, whether the girls were changing lyrics, working on choreography or just rehearsing singing the song.

And the more time you spent with the Saja Boys, the less you wanted the Honmoon to be completed.

Jum pretended to be aloof but he liked to give you little things that reminded him of you. He often found you while you were out running errands just so he could follow you while you did, no matter how boring it was like getting groceries. The both of you had gone back to the cat cafe the other day and had taken selfies on his phone with the cats. He had a whole album of them now.

Chungae came to your balcony most nights to whisk you up to the tower roof balcony. You two would sit and look out over the city, just talking. He would insert a flirty line every now and then to see you blush and rile you up but would always smooth it over with a fond smile.

Hyeon was more of a wildcard. He would find you while you were getting a breath of fresh air at the park or just in the city. Like he had a built in radar for you, he would find you when you felt stressed and he would distract you. He was a little protective though, growling at people he felt were too close to the two of you.

Kwan was starting to make a foodie out of you. He would barge in during random parts of the day when you were alone to drag you off to a new food place he had found or heard about. No matter how bizarre it seemed, he would always try it and you somehow ended up trying it too. He would draw you into little debates, getting you wound up in your bickering until you were laughing with your eyes passionate as you argued your point.

And Jinu was like a ghost fading in and out between all these different interactions. He was probably the calmest besides Jum and Chungae—it was a little weird that those two were the calmest when they were the two youngest of the group. Jinu introduced you to Derpy, his tiger and the little demon bird that always accompanied him. You laughed when he explained that he had made the hat for Derpy but bird kept taking it. Jinu and you bonded over music. You shared modern music with him, not just modern kpop, but jazz, rock, punk, pop, classical, everything you could think of. The two of you would sit under the night sky, an earbud in each of your ears as you listened to music.

You didn’t want to lose the five boys that had somehow wormed their way into your heart, not when they made you feel more safe and seen than even Rumi did. Besides, if even the five boys who were so kind and comforting to you ended up trapped on the other side of the Honmoon, then what hope was there that you would get to stay? In your stress, your patterns have progressed more than Rumi’s has. She could still wear shorts and skirts if she wanted to, even if her arms and neck had to be covered. But you?

Your patterns have progressed well onto your legs to the point where you couldn’t wear shorts or anything that showed your legs at all. The stress was making you scratch so bad despite you taking Jinu’s advice and trying to keep your nails short, that you had to start bandaging your arms under your sleeves to try and mitigate the harm you were unintentionally doing to yourself.

“(Y/n)?” You looked up at the call of your name. Oh yeah. You were trying to get some air so you went for a walk.

Who is it?

Outtakes:

*Before the Series*

You: “You completely wrecked your private jet?!”

Huntr/x: “It wasn’t our fault! It was the demons!”

You: *Pulling your hair out* “That is literally your excuse for everything!”

…

Jinu: *Resting semi-comfortably on a chair* “So…How you guys doing?”

Saja Boys: *Laying on the cold hard cement sidewalk, plotting Jinu’s death* “Shut the f*** up.”

…

Random Fan: “Awww, Mira, Romance and Abby get along so well, it’s so cute!~”

Mira, Romance, Abby: *Currently trying to kill each other*

Other fan: *side eyeing their friend* “Yeah…so well…”

Random Fan: *Manically whispering* “I will die on this ship.”

…

Jinu: “So, you like those other girls, right?”

Rumi: *Bipanic mode activated, blue screen mode activated* “Uhhhh…”

…

Rumi: “Yeah…me and my sister were born as mistakes.”

The Saja Boys, Mira, Zoey: *Ready to fight* “I’m sorry, what?”

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