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Saja Boys C.ai bots

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ Jinu x Reader, Baby Saja x Reader, Abs/Abby Saja X reader

Jinu: ˙⋆✮💋| You’re both forced into fake dating

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⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ You’re the leader of Huntrix, a rising K-pop girl group known for your killer performances—and your literal demon-slaying skills behind the scenes. But lately, things haven’t been so simple.

The new boy group Saja Boys is suddenly exploding in popularity, threatening your fanbase. Even worse? They’re not just idols. They’re demons. And their leader, Jinu, is the most dangerous of them all.

Last week, you nearly took him out in a rooftop fight. This week? You’re seated across from him at a press table.

Why?

Because your fan sign got hijacked by their surprise appearance—and a sneaky fan photo of you stomping on Jinu’s foot under the table somehow turned into a viral “secret lovers” rumor. Now the agency’s demanding damage control. Fast.

You sit in silence at the sleek meeting room table as Bobby, your ever-too-cheerful manager, places two clipboards down—yours and Jinu’s.

“Well then,” Bobby grins, pretending the air isn’t thick with tension. “I’ll leave you two to it.”

He gives a finger-gun salute before slipping out the door.

The silence is immediate—and heavy.

Across from you, Jinu leans back in his chair, one leg casually slung over the other. He picks up the clipboard with one hand and flips through it lazily, a smirk already forming.

“‘Fake dating contract’…” he reads aloud, voice full of amusement. “Wow. Creative.”

He tilts his head at you, eyes sharp but playful. “You know what’s funny?” he says, tapping the paper. “Yesterday, you literally tried to drive a blade through my chest.”

He drops the clipboard back on the table with a loud thunk, laughing under his breath.

“And today,” he continues, voice laced with sarcasm, “we’re supposed to act like we’re in love. For the fans. For the cameras. For the ‘brand.’” He makes air quotes with his fingers, then leans forward, eyes locking onto yours with that same cocky smirk.

“Kinda romantic, don’t you think?”

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Jinu: ✮🤍| Reincarnation of his lover from 400 years ago

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Four hundred years ago, Jinu made a choice that changed everything.

He sold his soul to Gwi Ma.

In return, his voice became legendary—powerful, enchanting, the kind that could move even the coldest heart. The people praised him. The palace welcomed him. Even the king admired his talent and kept him close, allowing him to live within the royal grounds with his mother and younger sister.

But none of their praises meant as much as yours.

You—the king’s daughter—were the first to truly see him.

Jinu first heard your voice when you were alone in the garden, singing softly under the plum blossoms. It stopped him in his tracks. You didn’t know he was listening, but your voice stirred something in him that even Gwi Ma’s magic couldn’t touch.

From that moment on, he kept returning. And so did you.

Your connection grew quietly, hidden beneath stolen moments and gentle songs. You fell in love. And for a time, it was beautiful. Safe.

But nothing stays untouched when a deal with a demon is involved.

The black markings Gwi Ma left on his skin—the cursed patterns—grew day by day, creeping like shadows across his body. He hid them at first, too proud, too afraid. But one day, they consumed him entirely.

And in a single breath… he lost everything.

His sister. His mother.

And you.

He searched for you in that burning palace, through crumbling walls and smoke-choked halls. But you were gone.

Or so he believed.

Until now.

In a world centuries later, so different and so painfully familiar, you stood before him again—same face, same voice, same soul… but not the same girl. Now you were a K-pop idol like him, but more than that: you were a demon hunter.

And he… was your enemy.

The moment hits him like a thunderclap. He doesn’t recognize you at first—not until you collide in the alleyway, bags of tonics spilling across the floor, your voice muttering in annoyance as you rub your arm from the fall.

His eyes catch yours.

And for a moment, time forgets to move.

His breath hitches.

His voice breaks.

“...You…”

His gaze softens, haunted by centuries of guilt and longing.

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Baby Saja: 🎧ྀི | Studio Shenanigans

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You're a household name in the K-pop industry — the fearless leader and powerhouse main rapper of your group. Your name alone demands respect, but lately, the spotlight's been shifting. The Saja Boys have been climbing the charts fast, and their main rapper, Baby, is making headlines as your direct competition. The Idol Awards are coming up, and everyone’s waiting to see which of you will claim the title of Best Rapper.

Now here you are, in a studio you know like the back of your hand. But today, it doesn’t feel like your territory.

Unfortunately, your group and the Saja Boys share the same producer — and the same studio space. So here you sit, quietly, as Baby records his verse in the booth. He's alone, no hype crew, no backup — just his voice, smooth and sharp, punching through the beat.

You watch in silence as he finishes his last line and steps out of the booth, clearly satisfied. He runs a hand through his hair, eyes locking onto you as that smug grin tugs at his lips.

He chuckles, tossing his jacket over the back of a chair.

“Heard you were working on your verse next,” he says casually, but there’s a sharp edge underneath. “Hope you brought your A-game. I don’t hold back — even for legends.”

Then, with a wink and a head nod to the producer, he drops into the seat next to you like he owns the place.

“Let’s make this interesting, yeah?” he adds, voice low and teasing. “Winner of the Idol Awards gets bragging rights. Loser? Well… better luck next year.”

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Abs/Abby Saja: 🪩✌︎︎ | Your dancing together

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You're a professional dancer and idol, chosen to perform a duet for the grand opening of the Idol Awards. The twist? You’re paired with none other than Abby — the flashy visual of the rising boy group Saja Boys. The guy known for flashing his abs like it's a full-time job.

You were already at the studio, silently stretching your arms and legs to loosen up. The polished floor gleamed under the lights, and the mirrored walls reflected your every movement. You stole a glance at the clock again.

Thirty-five minutes late.

The session was supposed to start half an hour ago, and still, no sign of him.

Then, the door finally creaked open.

Abby strolled in like he owned the place—completely unfazed by the delay. He wore a sleeveless black compression shirt and matching shorts, muscles on full display, as usual. His presence filled the room like a spotlight had just turned on.

He didn’t even offer an apology. Instead, he flashed that annoyingly charming smile as he tossed his towel onto a bench nearby.

“Well, well,” he said casually, running a hand through his perfectly tousled hair, “hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

He stretched his arms above his head, flexing without shame. “I mean, we are dancing together. Might as well get used to this view.”

With a cheeky wink, he added, “Let’s make ‘em talk at the Idol Awards, yeah?”

Then he finally stepped beside you, cracking his neck as he got into position. “Alright, pro dancer—show me your moves.”

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THE MANAGER DESERVES A RAISE! | saja boys x reader

SYNOPSIS. through some stroke of luck, you ended up being the manager of a demon boy band. from teaching them about phones and social media to managing their idol activities. did you sign up for more than you bargained for?

CONTENT. crackfic, fluff, lighthearted, gn!reader, one use of (y/n), ambiguous reader, mystery centric (for now), brief mention of needles and piercings, saja boys being saja boys

WORD COUNT. 922

AUTHOR'S NOTE. i've been so obsessed with this show and the songs lol i just HAD to write something (also bc i literally didn't see a single xreader fic on ao3 when i wrote this)! i also want to write more and kinda make this a compilation of minifics bc i also do have an overarching plot for this as well and theyre so fun to write!

“Abs, just sit still.”

The manchild blatantly ignores you, too focused on spinning the chair around and twisting and turning just to see how his stomach flexes in response.

Your eye twitches and you contemplate whether this plan really needed all five of them. Surely a four member boy group would do?

A hand pats your shoulder and you glance over at Mystery furiously pointing at himself.

“You want to go first?” you ask unsurely.

“Mmh, mmh!” he responds.

Your face drops, unamused. “I know you can speak, Mystery.”

His lips pull up into a shit eating smirk as he raises a hand, twisting it so the back faced you, and. . .

. . . flips you off.

You short circuit, mouth agape before whirling around to the rest of the group who were busily tapping away at their phone (you don’t want to remember how many tears were shed and how many lives–phones–were lost just trying to teach them).

“Which one of you taught him that?!”

Tap, tap, tap.

Some chronically online, brainrot, AI generated meme blasted from Baby’s phone, giggles erupting from the couch he and Romance lounged on as they scrolled through whatever inane app they were on. Jinu wasn’t any better as he wrestled with his bird and Abs was. . . Abs.

Breathe in. Count to five. Breathe out.

You turned back to Mystery, gesturing to the set of chairs–spinnable, of course, Gwi-Ma was paying for it after all–as you pulled a cart over.

As he sat down, content from showing you just how much of human culture he was learning about, you tugged his chair closer to yours as you plucked up a hollow needle with a gloved hand.

“I hope you know that I’m not letting that slide.” You smile cheerfully, the needle glinting threateningly in your grasp. He nervously gulps and you could feel his gaze fix on the instrument. You laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, no, I’m not going to do anything to you right now. But I hope this haunts you every day, even in your dreams, that I could be enacting some plan to get back at you. You won’t know when, you won’t know where, it might be in the bathhouse, or it might not. But know that I will be getting my revenge.”

Mystery’s lips grew still. Behind his bangs, his eyes furiously darted around, to his members, the needle, you, the chairs–wow, they were really nice chairs–then to your face. Oh, nevermind, you were still looking scary. He instead focuses on his bandmates, the people he’s suffered with, bled with, for one last glance at something that would calm his distressed heart before he died in the very near future.

The sound of random and, quite frankly, unfunny videos blasting from the couch as Baby and Romance cackled, several clicks and flashes of light as Abs took photos of his abs, and Jinu cursing as his bird pecked him again for daring to touch his hat were the last things he witnessed before he closed his eyes.

Mentally sending two giant middle fingers to each and every one of his members, he shed a silent tear as he began planning his funeral. Hydrangeas, he wanted hydrangeas at his funeral.

“. . . aaand there! All done. How d’ya like your new piercings?” You handed him a mirror and discarded your gloves, eyeing the other boys for your next target.

“It’s nice.” he answered, tilting and turning his head to observe the new jewelry dangling about.

“And?” you pressed.

“And what?”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head as you waved a dismissive hand despite the pang of disappointment welling in your chest. They were demons and soon-to-be idols on top of that, you really didn’t know what you were expecting. You just had to see this plan through, help Jinu manage the team, and, once they defeated Huntrix, you’d be free. Forming any relationship with them outside of ‘convenient helper’ was unnecessary, no matter how desperately you missed inane conversations, inside jokes, and late nights spent trying whatever oddly flavored ramen all of you found.

“Hey, I’m next, right?”

You blinked, pushing those thoughts back as Romance plopped down on the chair in front of you. A little confused, you glanced over to the couch to see Mystery sitting by Baby now.

Did he. . . ?

No, Mystery was definitely not being nice. It was just a coincidence. He wasn’t being nice and just shooed Romance over so that he could lounge on the couch that they all had an odd obsession with.

“Yup. Here’re the piercings I have. Since you all heal so fast, you can get pierced with the prettier ones.” you explained, tugging the cart closer as you handed him a mirror.

He flicked his hair, an annoying action he’s picked up from all the idol videos you’ve been showing them, and casually leaned back in the chair. “Obviously, the fans would eat up anything I wore. Just pick whichever you like, cutie.”

You swore you could hear Mystery laughing to himself as you held back a barely restrained scream of frustration. Yeah, definitely not just being nice.

Your phone buzzed beside you as you laid in bed, tucked in and just about to go to sleep.

Mystery

Your good sat You’re good at piercing They look nice That you Thank you

(y/n)

no problem!! ur welcome :)

Suddenly, simple conversations don’t seem all that impossible anymore. Smiling to yourself, you fall asleep with your phone clutched tight to your chest and pleasant dreams of a life you had given up.

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"All of them goddamn" - Saja Boys x Reader

Yo... This is just pure smut with just slight plot, also shoutout to this person @k45kart for the idea. (sorry if i tagged wrong person) also another person who wanted to be tagged: @eliengoddes

Okay uhh anyways TW or whatever warnings: Smut, gangbang (obviously) 5 demons cmon guys, I MAY HAVE WRITTEN JINUS NAME WRONG SO IM SORRY. Oral sex both receiving, degrading, praising, uhhh p in v, without protection (dont do this if u dont want kids.) Marking, breeding lowkey, demons going out of control. MAYBE SLIGHT DUB CON??? (its very much consensual but my writing style might fart on itself.) I forgot what else. Cringe warning i havent written anything in ages okay - Everything was okay.. Everything was going to be FINE… The fans were happy with our newest song… And the Honmoon was shining brighter than ever, even a tingle of gold flashing across our eyes, we were so close!!! But then Rumi lost her voice, right in the middle of our rehearsal for our live premiere of “Golden”. Before any of us could say anything she asked for 5 minutes and just ran off to god knows where! “Oh my god, what are we gonna do??” Zoey panicked, her arms flailing around. “Calm down Zoey.. It’s going to be fine… just give her some time alright?” Mira placed a hand on her shoulder to calm Zoey down, though I could see through her poker face. “Yeah, like Mira said. Give her some time… surely she will come in time.” I said, a nervous/worried smile across my face. And she never came… The next time we saw her was at our apartment, she looked shaken up. The only thing we could offer in that moment was comfort and that we did. We decided to go out for some dinner. Rumi still didn’t seem like herself, until she finally spoke. “I'm sorry about the show..” “It’s okay.. don’t worry about it!” Zoey smiled, placing a hand on her forearm. “Besides, Bobby will handle it.” I smiled as well, trying to comfort her.

And just like that he called us and once we answered we heard loud voices in the background and an out of breath Bobby yelling about how he can’t handle this, so many disappointed fans and the network losing their minds. Mira quickly shut off the phone. “We can just schedule another live show within days. Don’t worry!” “I don't think that's possible… my voice, it's in trouble..” Rumi said, awkwardly. “In trouble?? Then why did you push up the Golden release then?” Mira continued, confused. “My guess is the Honmoon, isn’t that right?” I smiled softly.

“(Name) is right.. The Honmoon.. it flashed gold, we are so close and it's so important!”

After that dinner we were brainstorming how to fix Rumi’s voice quickly. And Zoey had the “best” idea to go get some magical tonics from this one place she had heard of. And after we finally got the tonics and as we came out of the clinic Zoey was rambling on about after getting her voice back we could finally focus back on the important stuff like fans-

“Fans!” Mira whisper shouted as we saw some shadows turning into the alleyway we were in, our disguises were not the best so we tried our best to quickly become more unrecognizable-

Until we saw THEM..

Our eyes went wide as the guys walked our way, they all looked so… handsome so sexy… Rumi was the only one who didn’t look absolutely down bad until she saw the 5th guy with black hair.

Meanwhile I was looking at each and every one of them, I mean yeah some of them looked a bit sexier than others but I guess that’s because they're more my time than the others.. When they passed us I could honestly feel all of their gaze landing on me for just a moment before they continued on their way. What the fuck just happened.

And that is how we met our WORST enemies for the first time. Turned out they were a fucking demon boyband. DEMONS in a boyband yeah that's right! I don't know what crack Gwi-ma was on when he sent them to our world but IT’S WORKING. Though I do have to admit… I wonder what it would feel like if-

I smacked my head against the wall groaning, BAD (Name) BAD!!! Do not think of such unholy thoughts about your enemy, especially DEMONS.

We got suited up in our battle gear and oh my I must admit we are always so fabulous. We knew the boyband who are now better known as the “Saja Boys” would be at this game show tonight, we stood backstage looking at them gulping huge amounts of hot sauce, uh yikes. That’s gonna burn coming out- AANYWAY! Rumi said we should wait for them to come backstage and then jump down and make quick work of them, the perfect surprise attack!

We giggled a bit in anticipation as we took our spot over the stage, looking down at them. Little did we know the Jinu guy had noticed us and just as he took the mic talking about “special guests” joining us the lights turned to us at the same time he announced our name. We quickly hid our weapons and forced huge smiles on our faces.

“Yeahh! Hello everyone! We just wanted to yknow congratulate the Saja boys for their successful debut!” Rumi said with forced enthusiasm And after that the game show host and saja boys themselves said we should all slide down into the ballpit, the audience got in on it too so of course we had to oblige, though the leather we wore really made it… awkward to say, the noise was horrible too. Once we finally made it into the ballpit everyone still cheered and now it would be the time to end the show, both us and the Saja boys bowed to each other in fake gratitude and respect as the curtains closed. However once we were finally out of the publics eye they ran off within seconds and we almost had no idea where, but we managed to be able to track them down, to a fucking bathhouse. We had no choice but to go in and it was thankfully empty, and there they stood. “You really followed us here? The men's portion? You guys really are thirsty huh.” Jinu chuckled along with his bandmates. Then the demons came out of nowhere from small ruptures, but like there were a lot of them. You couldn’t lose focus for even a second and if you did it might be game over. At one point my eyes landed on Jinu who just smirked “Have fun you four.” He said as he ran off with everyone else. I looked behind me to see Mira, Zoey and Rumi in a deep fight, they seemed to be taking care of everything fine though, so I took off running after Jinu. I jumped into the air ready to slash him but he managed to dodge my blows one after another, until I finally managed to kick him in the stomach. We landed in a secluded room, it seemed to be a small sauna, the heat made both of our bodies sweaty, yuck disgusting. Finally I managed to corner him, my (weapon’s) handle against his throat as he tried to push me off. The adrenaline was flowing through me, maybe that’s why I felt extra strong right now. “Hah.. you’re a bit stronger… But not strong enough for all of us…” Jinu chuckled. That had me confused, until I could sense the presence of four other people behind us. My eyes widened and my throat closed up on itself. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was sweating from the heat or from the fact 5 extremely attractive demon guys were currently alone with me. Jinu quickly took advantage of my shock and pushed me away, I landed on my back, gasping for air. It hurt a little bit but nothing could compare to the sight after I opened my eyes groaning. “There you are… Sorry about the push, hopefully you're not too hurt darling.” Jinu smirked, his eyes glowing a little bit. “G-Get away from me!” I struggled, quickly standing up and forming my weapon once again, surrounded by them.

“Still got a fighting spirit huh? We like that… But don’t think we haven’t seen the way you look at us.. And honestly the feelings are mutual.” Jinu smirked, his fingers slightly grazing my cheek. I was speechless, I felt so small surrounded by them. I could feel their eyes roam my body, taking in every curve and shape. My knees were growing weak, I could feel my body reacting in ways I haven’t felt in awhile. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a deep red as I tried to not look at any of them. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me flinch. “Calm down bunny.. I won’t hurt you.. too bad.” A deep voice whispered into my ear, I turned around quickly seeing the guy named “Abs”. (bit of a silly name tbh…) ANYWAY “D-don’t-” I struggled to form words until a hand covered my mouth, it was Juni. “Yeah, you’re right… No one has to speak…” He smirked, his other hand slowly going down from my shoulder towards my chest. My eyes widened, I should be struggling, I should be fighting them… But for some reason I wanted this, I wanted them all… I felt myself growing more hot and bothered by the second. The 8 pair of eyes watching Jinu’s every movement, and my reaction. It turned me on so bad. And I swear to god I feel like they could sense my need, with the way their eyes seemed to sharpen with lust. “What do you want…” Jinu asked, uncovering my mouth. “I-I want you… I want you all..” My words were quiet, but that didn’t seem to bother them. It was like a trigger, they had my consent and they wouldn’t back away now. Juni fell back towards one of the seats with me landing on his lap. I moaned out as I felt my ass on his crotch, and he was hard. His knees separating mine as I was exposed to the other guys, not completely nude.. yet. I didn’t even care about how fucked out I already looked, all I cared about was getting that sweet release. “Someone’s impatient hm?” Jinu whispered before his lips attacked my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin. I whimpered, it felt so good. The other guys had come closer as well, Romance sitting down on my right side and Mystery on my left. Both of their hands found their way to my chest, feeling me up through my suit. Who knew it felt this fucking good to be touched by like 5 guys at the same time. Oh god I feel like a whore, but honestly i'm a proud hoe rn!

Abs crouched down between my legs, Baby standing behind him as he preferred to just watch, knowing he would get his turn soon. “I think this suit needs to come off, right boys?” Abs smirked, his hands caressing my inner thighs. “You’re right, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here…” Romance sighed happily, Mystery just nodding along, not really a man of words I see. Their hands turned into a soft purple hue, their nails growing in size as they made quick work of ripping my suit into shreds. I tried to cover myself up but Jinu was quick to grasp both my arms and lock them behind my back. “Don’t cover yourself darling… You wanted this right? To be taken and used by all of us.. you truly have no shame, do you?” He talked softly while Mystery and Romance both leaned down to take one of my tits into their mouths. All i could do was moan through his little speech, my core was on fire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t know if the heat made everything feel 10x better but I was enjoying this. I enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to their hungry eyes, I loved the way their mouths sucked on my tits, the way their tongues swirled around my nipples. My body arched into Juni’s body, my thighs trying to squeeze together to create some sort of friction. Abs was quick to separate my legs to get full access to my core. I did feel slightly embarrassed with his staring but that quickly dissolved as he just dove in like a starved man. His tongue swirling around my clit, making my hips buckle. His movements were precise, taking slow licks up my slit, before sucking on my clit against, his right hand closing in. Fingers painfully close to my opening. I moaned out loudly, begging for him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside. I guess he felt merciful because that’s exactly what he did. I was wet enough to fit 2 of his fingers with no problem, his long slender fingers curling up inside me. It didn’t take long for abs to find that special spot inside me that made my whole body seize. I could barely let out any noise, so over-stimulated, with Juni’s mouth on my neck, Mystery’s and Romance’s mouths on my buds, their hands cressing my stomach and sides. My eyes opened just slightly, the first thing I saw was Baby standing behind Abs, his hand slightly rubbing over his jeans, his eyes seductive as he stared down at me. I felt even more hot knowing the fact he was still enjoying himself, just staring. But I couldn’t think about him for long with the way Abs fingers thrusted deep into me and his tongue on my clit, it was enough to bring me dangerously close to climax. I yelped loudly, hips shaking. “I-Im so close- Please- Let me-” I gasped out, pushing my hips towards his mouth, needing him as close as I could have. “Greedy this one isn’t she?” Baby spoke up for the first time, enjoying watching how his bandmates brought (Name) to the edge of pleasure. “She is so intoxicating… Her scent… I wonder if she tastes just as good.” Jinu said, eyeing down at Abs, slightly jealous of how he was the first one to taste her. With the last curl of his tongue she came undone, her head thrown back in pleasure. Romance and Mystery separated from her breasts, looking down at the mess Abs created. All of them felt their senses heightened up, pupils dilating after smelling her. Their bodies fight against turning into their demon forms. Juni stood up with (name) still in his arms, turning around and setting her against the seat. She was still struggling with getting air into her lungs, slowly coming around from that intense climax. “I think we are all a bit too clothed for this next part.” Romance said smugly, his clawed hands already working on removing his shirt. “She might pass out after seeing what’s coming for her.” Mystery said quietly, following Romance’s lead. “She’s gonna pass out no matter what after we’re done with her.” Jinu grinned.

(Name) slowly shook her head, coming back to reality, her eyes opening. In Front of her was the shock of her life, she yelled out. All five of them, completely bare, the marks on their bodies glowing ever so often, and oh my god even their dicks had the same marks. Also talking about dicks they were all so different.. Some of them had more girth, others length, already dripping with pre-cum. She felt like she was under some sort of spell as she slowly moved off the seat onto the heated up floor, sitting on her knees, hands traveling up Jinu’s legs and thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, she looked absolutely ravishing, hair messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her expression flushed, so full of need. Jinu’s breath hitched as his clawed hand took hold of her hair, bringing her face closer to his cock. “Open wide baby.” He instructed. And she did, her tongue rolled out as the tip landed on it. She could already taste the saltiness of his precum, so delicious. Her mouth closed in on it as her tongue rolled around the sensitive tip. He groaned out while thrusting deeper into her mouth. “Fuck.. Her mouth feels so good- I could get addicted to this.” He moaned out, fangs growing out. “Oh you’re making it sound a little too good. I want some.” Baby chuckled, pushing Jinu out of the way. Taking his place. “Hey! Wait for your turn you fucking moron-” Jinu cussed but decided to let him have his moment, instead just jerking himself off at the sight of her being used by them. (Name) whined at the loss of Jinu’s cock but was soon satisfied again after Baby pushed himself into her warm mouth. His dick was a bit shorter than Jinu’s but the girth was amazing, and like he wasn’t SMALL in any way. Actually none of them were. “Oh shit- You’re right- h-hell.” He whimpered. (Name) looked at the other men who were touching themselves, she didn’t want them feeling left out. She took hold of Abs and Mystery’s dicks, moving her hands up and down. Both of them instinctively reacted and thrusted into her hold. Mystery’s cock was long.. And Abs was just… oh yeah he was the big boy of the group definitely.

“What a good girl…” Romance smiled, looking down at her. “S-shit.. I-I’m close-” Baby gasped out, his thrusts becoming faster, abusing the back of her throat. She was loving the treatment, even if it was harder to breathe. Her cheeks hollowed out completely, feeling every curve of his veins. “Fuck!” He yelled out as his hips stilled, spilling his load down her throat and she drank up every drop. “Look at that! Drank up everything, what a good slut.” Jinu smirked. Abs and Mystery both were moaning messes as their muscles tensed, her hands working magic on them. She didn’t take long to recover as her mouth went closer to Romance’s cock, taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue just like she did with Jinu. This made the poor guy let out broken whimpers, his legs almost giving out from the sudden sensitivity. Jinu had walked behind her, crouching down, his hand traveling down her stomach towards her cunt. Fingers slowly circling her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head. She separated from Mystery’s cock and turned her head towards Abs’s dick, giving him the same treatment with slight difficulty due to the size difference. It didn’t take long for Mystery to cum onto her hand and arm, and the other to separate from her mouth, spilling his cum all over her chest. “You enjoy being marked by all of us huh?” Romance asked, tilting her head up towards him. “Y-yeah… I-I love it, I want more, please.” She begged, out of breath, whimpering due to Jinu still touching her. “Hah.. I wonder what your huntrix friends would say if they saw you like this.” Abs smiled, his finger stroking her chin. “I-I don’t care… I just want you all.. please. Help me.” She moaned out, getting on all fours. “Well look at that- So submissive.. so perfect.” Jinu said, eyes slightly wide not expecting that. But who was he to complain or deny her. His hands landed on her waist, the tip of his cock just against her slit. Moving his hips up and down just teasing her opening. Though even if she wanted to tease her more, his own self control was slowly withering away. So with the help of his hand he finally sank into her pussy. The feeling was euphoric, both of them immediately letting out strained moans. Her walls gripped him like no tomorrow, so wet, so tight. “Oh.. oh my god- S-Shit- I-I can’t-” He choked on his words, losing himself to his desires. While she was getting absolutely fucked from behind Romance took his spot in front of her mouth, getting on his knees, taking hold of her chin. With a quick ‘open up’ His cock was deep in her throat. She had never felt such pleasure before, seeing the men who just came on her already hardened up and ready to each get a turn with her, it was so sexy. Her body was being rocked back and forth, Jinu’s thrusts growing faster, the sounds of skin clapping together loud. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot in her, she had never felt this full before. All of her whimpers and moans just turned into vibrations against Romance’s cock who could feel himself very close to cumming. Both men reached their climaxes at the same time, spilling deep inside her, not caring about pulling out. The feeling of Jinu’s hot cum inside her was enough to push her over the age as well. Their juices mixed together. As he pulled out her hole leaked, making her thighs sticky and warm. “Help her up guys.” Abs smirked, him and Baby lifting her up from the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight, she was completely at their mercy. She was still so high from her recent orgasm she couldn’t form any words. Though she could feel her right leg being lifted over someone's shoulder. Thankfully she was very flexible. She could feel someone's hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her suck in air.

She then felt someone's cock lined up with her entrance again, it felt huge… She could almost guess that- Before her thoughts could finish she saw pure white. Abs slammed himself in her, her pussy clenching around him like no tomorrow. He grunted loudly, his other hand holding the leg on his shoulder and the other on her waist. She whimpered and moaned with every thrust, his dick easily smacked against her cervix, his pelvis hitting her clit with every thrust. “O-oh- Oh my- Shiiiit-” She shook her head, trying to get away from his harsh treatment, it felt too good. She was too sensitive. “P-Please- Ah- Slower- No-” Her hands were pulled behind her, making her body arch in an awkward angle. His mouth quickly over hers, shutting her up. “Shit man- This pussy is amazing! Ah- I don’t know how long I can hold my form back-” Abs grunted, his marks glowing brighter, same with the others. “Right?! She is so intoxicating, I want to taste her soul… Ahg-” Romance inhaled her scent, his tongue licking her neck. “Do you think she could take two at the same time?” Mystery asked with an evil smile. “She definitely could… go for it… break her for good, that’s what she wants anyway.” Jinu laughed. Mystery went behind her, as the others gave him space. Abs slowed down for just a moment, both of the men looking at each other with a sly smile. Mystery lined up his dick right next to Abs and sunk in. She let out a loud yell, the pain… It was delicious. It was good, she had never been this full, never this turned on. “Oh my god look at that! She took it with no problem!” Baby and Jinu both laughed out loud. Both Abs and Mystery now worked together, creating an odd rhythm but it worked. When one went in the other went out. All of her spots being hit continuously was too much, she felt weird, something she had never felt before. “A- Im cuming- Im cuming-” She repeated before her cunt clenched hard around the two men who also just about got pushed over the edge, painting her walls white. The pressure was too much as she squirted out right onto Abs’s abdomen. Both of them retreated from her warmth, leaving her disappointed, she was obsessed, she needed more.

“You still want more? What a slut you are… oh god-” Jinu said, sweating from holding himself back. “I want more of her.. I need more of her.” Romance said. He was the first one whose self control cracked as his body turned purple, his demon side in full show. He basically snatched her out of Abs and Mystery’s hold, bending her over one of the seats, slamming himself right on into her. She yelled out, legs shaking her body rocking back and forth against the wooden surface. His thrusts didn’t falter, hand pushing down her back, keeping her down. It was inhuman how fast he could move against her, making her unable to understand shit. She was completely fucked out. The other guys were staring at their bandmate losing himself, and the way she was completely bare, completely at their mercy for them to destroy finally seemed to snap any of their self restraint. Baby was the second one who snapped, he jumped towards Romance pulling him out before he could finish his peak, pulling (Name) from the seat, placing her on her back, inserting himself into her. Immediately hitting her sweet spot causing her to cum right then and there. Poor Baby had been edged for so long that when her pussy clenched around him deliciously he just came deep into her, but that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard again immediately. “Out of the way, I want this pussy again.” Jinu pulled him off, his form also now changed. “Ah- J-Jinu- SO sensitive- Wait-” Though her pleas fell into deaf ears as some sat in front of her pressing her face into their dick. It was Mystery. She didn’t waste time giving him access, still tasting all of their cum on his cock, tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste. Abs and Romance kissed along her body, occasionally sucking and biting, leaving very visible marks on her. Jinus dick was smacking into her hard and rough, chasing only his own pleasure, he was indeed a selfish man. But even if he wasn’t looking out for her that doesn’t mean his thrusts weren’t painfully pleasurable. Every thrust felt like pure torture, her clit was so sensitive even the slightest touch had her body seizing up. Her eyes watering up from everything happening, make up becoming ruined. Jinu’s clawed hands sank into her waist, drawing the smallest amounts of blood. His grunts loud as he came into her for the second time. Mystery separated from her mouth after feeling himself cumming, ropes of his cum going onto her face, messing up her make up even more. All of them looked down at her on the floor, her poor pussy completely messed up and leaking, her face ruined, hair messy, body full of marks. All of their dicks got even harder, it's like she was their own aphrodisiac.

“How do you feel?” Jinu sighed, his eyes dark with lust. “Mmmh-” She couldn’t say anything else, her legs twitching. “Fuck she looks so delicious like this…” Baby groaned, itching to sink deep into her again. “Can’t we just bring her with us? Our own personal cock sleeve.” Romance sighed dreamingly. She opened her eyes slightly, slowly coming to her senses, everything hurt, but it was so worth it. Her hands roaming through her body feeling the sticky cum and the marks they had given her just a moment ago. “Please…” She whimpered. “Aw you poor thing… We fucked you so good you can’t think about anything else now can you?” Abs smirked next to Jinu. Just as Jinu was about to go in for a kiss he heard distant yells, it sounded like her voice was being yelled out. He stood up looking at his bandmates and nodding at them, they all turned into pink smoke, disappearing from sight. “Sorry to cut this short… and not being able to take care of you more… But your friends are coming, and I don't think you wanna be seen like this…” He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the pink smoke surrounded them both, suddenly her clothes were back in one piece and he was completely dressed up. “I recommend you just tell them you got beat and somehow left alive… you figure it out… But don’t worry, we’ll see you real soon…” He gave her a kiss before disappearing. And right on time too. “Oh my god there you are!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” The girls bursted into the room, looking at all the messed up seats that just looked broken and then staring at her messed up hair.

“I-Im fine… Really- Ahg-” She groaned still not being able to stand properly or even realise what the fuck just happened. “We need to get you home!” “Don’t ever run off like that!!” The entire journey home she was scolded but all she could think about was Jinu and his final words. And overall the fucking gangbang she just went through… THE BEST sex she had ever had, honestly. She looked out of her window after finally being left alone by the girls and could feel herself growing wet again, not being able to forget how their touch felt and how their cocks felt inside her. Oh yeah she was definitely waiting for the next time. - thanks guys i did my duty

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HEYYYYY SO I SAW YOU WAS DOING REQUESTS FOR KPOP DEMON HUNTERS

I loved the movie but the ending wasn’t what I was expecting and wanting😔

By any chance could you do the Saja boys in a poly relationship with reader? And separately the girls poly with reader?

I literally think it would be so much fun to have movie nights lmao and pull pranks on each other lmao😭💀

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Current Boyfriend” prank on Jinu⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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Rehearsal had just ended, and the studio air was thick with leftover energy and heat. The mirrors were fogged, the sound system still humming with static, and Jinu—sweaty, flushed, and stunning—was casually sipping water near the doorway.

You pulled out your phone, pretending to check something. Really, you were framing the shot.

He looked over, brows raised. “Filming?”

You smiled. “Just something quick for the fans. Come here.”

He didn’t hesitate—just walked over, still catching his breath from that final run-through, his dark shirt clinging to his back. When he stood beside you, he leaned in slightly, effortlessly falling into idol mode: half-smile, perfect angle, soft gaze.

You started recording.

“Hey guys,” you said sweetly to the camera, smiling like it was any other fan update. “Just wanted to check in, rehearsal’s over—everyone’s tired, sweaty, gorgeous.”

You turned the camera slightly, panning over to Jinu.

“I’m here with my current boyfriend!”

You kept going like it was nothing, turning the camera back to yourself. “Anyway, we’re probably gonna grab food and chill for a bit—”

Behind you, Jinu tilted his head slightly.

“…What?”

You stopped.

“…What?” you echoed innocently, still filming.

He squinted. “Did you just say current boyfriend?”

You bit back a smile. “Yeah. Like, my boyfriend right now. In this moment.”

His eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in that dangerous, calm way Jinu did when he was calculating whether to flirt with you or mildly destroy your entire soul.

“You’ve had others lined up?”

You laughed, finally breaking. “It’s a trend! I was joking!”

He took the phone gently, still in frame, still smiling for the camera like nothing was wrong—but the glint in his eye had shifted.

“You heard her,” he said to the camera. “Apparently, I’m just a placeholder.”

“Jinu—”

He leaned in, eyes never leaving the lens.

“Just so everyone’s clear, I’m not going anywhere. So if I’m the ‘current,’ I plan on being the permanent upgrade.”

He stopped recording.

You stared at him.

“Babe, it was a trend—”

He handed your phone back with a knowing smile. “Post it.”

“…You’re not mad?”

“No,” he said smoothly, grabbing his bag. “But you’re paying for dinner.”

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@ sajaboysimps: “Current boyfriend” and he paused like a villain origin story. 😭😭😭

@ jinusjawline: She: “I’m with my current boyfriend!” Jinu: 🧍‍♂️❓

@ idolatemyheart: When he said “permanent upgrade” I blacked out.

@ softlaunchgonewrong: The way she kept talking like he wasn’t recalculating the entire relationship 💀💀💀

@ kpopdemonkween: Jinu really said “I’m calm but I will become your husband if you keep playing.” 💍🕶️

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “i forgot our anniversary ” prank on Baby⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

You had one goal: crack Baby’s fake-cool exterior.

The date was circled on your calendar in pink highlighter and glittery hearts — today marked your six months together. A fact you hadn’t forgotten. Not even close. You had the gift hidden, dinner planned, and a playlist queued.

But he didn’t know that.

So naturally… you decided to mess with him.

You strolled into the practice room like it was any other day, sipping your drink, phone in hand. Baby was lounging in a chair, jacket off, tank top on, towel draped around his neck. Hair tousled. Glistening post-workout glow. Casual heartthrob chaos.

“Hey,” he said, smiling without meaning to — one of those real ones, the rare kind.

“Hey,” you replied, completely flat. You sat beside him, scrolling through your phone. “Long day.”

He blinked. “Uh… yeah. Kinda.”

Silence.

He waited.

You offered him a sip of your drink. No affection. No flirt. No sparkle.

He narrowed his eyes. “You okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

He leaned in slightly. “You sure? You're being weird.”

You shrugged. “I’m fine.”

You saw it hit him — subtle but real. A flicker of confusion in his eyes. He looked away, biting the inside of his cheek like he was trying to solve a math equation with emotions.

Then… his voice dropped, quieter.

“Did I… do something?”

You glanced at him, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, then reached into his jacket pocket — pulling out a tiny velvet box.

Your breath caught. Wait what.

He opened it slowly: a simple silver ring on a thin chain.

“I know we said we weren’t doing anything big for the six-month thing,” he said, eyes still down, “but I just… I saw this and thought of you. You like little things that feel permanent.”

Your mouth parted, guilt instantly slamming you in the chest.

He looked up. “Unless… you didn’t remember. Which is fine, seriously. I didn’t expect—"

“Wait, wait, wait—” you cut in, grabbing his hand. “It’s a prank. It was a prank. I remembered. I super remembered.”

His eyes widened. “You what.”

“I was trying to get a reaction out of you,” you admitted, laughing nervously. “You always play it so cool. I thought you’d be smug and say something like, ‘Guess who didn’t forget?’ and then I’d laugh and reveal the real gift and—oh my god you bought me jewelry.”

He stared at you. “You absolute gremlin.”

You reached into your bag and pulled out a box of your own, practically shoving it into his chest. “Here. Yours. Real. Not a prank.”

He opened it to find a silver bracelet, etched with the coordinates of where you first met.

He blinked slowly.

“…You’re disgusting,” he said, voice soft.

“You love it.”

He exhaled hard — then, finally, smiled for real. That wide, boyish grin he tried to hide behind eyeliner and sarcasm. His ears were bright red.

“You seriously had me spiraling,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Because you’re soft,” you teased.

He shot you a look. “No, I’m��cool. I’m smooth. I’m mysterious.”

“You were ten seconds from emotional collapse.”

He leaned closer, bumping his forehead to yours. “And you love that.”

You smiled, lips brushing his. “I really do.”

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “Tiny Meal” prank on Romance⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the paper screens of the dorm room, painting golden lines across the hardwood floor. The air was still, save for the slow, even breaths of Romance beside you—hair mussed from sleep, lashes casting gentle shadows over his cheekbones.

You tiptoed out of the futon with the kind of stealth usually reserved for a trained demon hunter. You had a plan. A dumb, tiny, hilarious plan. But it was your plan, and you knew he’d either love it… or mock you for it for weeks.

You tiptoed into the kitchen, stifling a giggle. On the counter: a thimble-sized teacup. A miniature plate. A fork no bigger than your pinky nail. It had taken you a whole hour to prep these ridiculous little dishes the night before. A tiny egg (quail, of course), a single bite of toast, and a speck of strawberry jam.

All perfectly arranged on the world’s tiniest breakfast tray.

As you walked back into the room balancing the tray, you heard the soft shuffle of sheets. His voice, low and drowsy, called out:

"Mmnh... [Your Name]? Where’d you go…?"

You knelt beside the futon, holding out the tiny tray like a prize. “Good morning, sunshine,” you said, biting back a grin. “I made you breakfast.”

He blinked sleepily, then squinted at the tray. A beat of silence. Then—

“…What the hell is that?” His voice cracked mid-laugh.

You giggled. “Your morning meal, brave hunter. Protein, carbs, love. All in one centimeter.”

He sat up, the blanket falling to his lap, revealing the curve of his collarbone and the sleepy slope of his shoulders. Hair sticking up wildly, he reached out one elegant finger to poke the mini toast.

“This is… is this even edible?”

You nodded solemnly. “I toasted that piece with my own hands. Used tweezers.”

A wide grin broke across his face. That lazy, lopsided one that always made your stomach flip. “You’re unbelievable.”

Then, with exaggerated seriousness, he picked up the miniature fork between his thumb and forefinger, tried to stab the tiny egg—and immediately dropped it back onto the tray.

“I can’t do this. I’m going to starve.”

You smirked, reaching behind you and pulling out a second tray—the real breakfast, full-sized and warm.

He laughed so hard he had to bury his face in your neck. “You’re evil,” he mumbled against your skin, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You love it,” you teased, letting your fingers slide through his hair.

He leaned back to look at you, his eyes still crinkled with laughter but softening into something tender. “I really do.”

And then, with the tiniest fork in hand, he fed you the equally tiny toast piece.

“For love. And carbs,” he whispered dramatically

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⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “ignoring my boyfriend” prank on Mystery⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The moment you stepped into the training room, you could feel his eyes on you.

Mystery was already there, like always — perched casually on the window ledge, his black hoodie draped over his shoulder, sword leaning against the wall behind him. His arms were crossed, expression unreadable. He didn’t speak. He never did first.

Perfect.

You walked right past him without a word.

He watched you. Silent. Still. Barely blinking.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling with exaggerated focus. Inside, you were screaming. You knew he hated being ignored. Not in the way a normal boyfriend might pout or whine — no, Mystery just went quiet. Colder. Like ice packing itself around him.

It was part of why the prank was so fun... and a little dangerous.

He finally moved. Just one step.

“Did I do something?” he asked, voice low and distant, like a fog rolling across a lake.

You didn’t look up. Instead, you texted no one. Blinked blankly at the wall. Bit the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from cracking.

A long pause.

He tilted his head slightly, jaw tight. “...You’re not going to speak to me?”

You didn’t respond. Not even a shrug.

He stared at you for a few seconds longer. Then without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. No sound, no heavy footsteps — just vanished like smoke into the hall.

Your heart dropped.

“Mystery—!” you called after him, breaking character. You chased him down the corridor, nearly stumbling over your own feet.

You found him just outside the practice hall, his back to you, eyes shadowed under his bangs.

“I was joking!” you said breathlessly. “It was a prank. The ‘ignoring my boyfriend’ prank. You weren’t actually—wait, were you mad?”

He turned slowly, expression as calm as ever. But there was something just behind it — not anger, not even hurt, but a kind of distance. The kind that made your chest tighten.

“I wasn’t mad,” he said quietly. “I just figured you wanted space. So I gave it to you.”

Oof.

You stepped closer, reaching for his sleeve. “I didn’t mean to push you away. I just thought it’d be funny. You’re always so… unreadable. I wanted to see if you’d crack.”

His lips twitched — the smallest hint of a smirk. “So you were testing me?”

“Maybe a little.”

He finally turned to face you fully. “You didn’t get much of a reaction.”

“No,” you admitted. “But somehow, that made it worse.”

He stepped into your space, his voice a soft hush. “You want a reaction now?”

You nodded, breath catching.

Without warning, his hand cupped your chin gently, tilting your face toward his. His lips brushed yours, light as falling ash — but the intent behind it was unmistakable. Intense. Possessive in that quiet way only Mystery could pull off.

He pulled back just enough to whisper:

“Don’t ignore me again. I don’t like it.”

You blinked up at him, stunned.

Then he added, deadpan: “But if you do… make sure the next prank includes kissing.”

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˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ The “I don’t think I like muscles anymore” prank on Abs⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

a/n: I just added the rest of the Saja Boys!!

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kurostrappy · 1 day ago

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Until You Called Me Bipa Again

➤ part1

⤷ Jinu x fem reader: reincarnation, angst, fluff, flashbacks

‿◞ ྀི 2.5k words

𝟒𝟎𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞—𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞. 〃✦ ┆You appeared like a ghost from a forgotten past—fierce, untouchable, and destined to fade. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. Now in the modern day, with neon lights replacing ancient lanterns and stages replacing palace halls, Jinu's memories aren’t as buried as he thought. Because you're back. And this time, the past isn’t staying buried.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

You paced back and forth in your room, fingers tangled in your hair as you struggled to stay grounded. Each step felt frantic, your breath sharp and uneven, heart pounding so violently it felt like it might tear out of your chest.

Your mind screamed for peace, but Jinu's face refused to leave. No matter how hard you shook your head, no matter how tightly you clenched your fists— there he was again.

The softness in his eyes. The way his lips whispered your name like a vow. The unbearable urge to just—kiss him, lose yourself in him.

You stumbled, catching yourself against your desk. "What the hell is wrong with me?" you muttered, voice barely audible.

This was insanity.

For a demon.

An enemy.

Demons were monsters—your whole life had taught you that. Manipulators. Predators who thrived off the souls of the living. That was your mission: hunt them down, destroy them, protect the innocent.

Not... fall for one.

Your fingers trembled as they hovered over your heart, which still beat out of control beneath your ribcage.

"Steady yourself... Y/N," you whispered, trying to control your breathing. In... and out. Calm down. Focus.

But it didn't work.

His face—Jinu's—still lingered behind your eyelids.

And then, like a ripple through time, a memory returned. Not recent. Something ancient. Familiar.

That same face...

His hair pulled into a sangtu, his hanbok dusted with snow. It was winter. You remembered how cold it was—how his fingertips, even colder, gently held your face. You couldn't speak. Couldn't move.

Only stare.

Jinu smiled. A soft, gentle thing.

Then his eyes flicked from your lips, back to your eyes. "I'll always protect you," he had said.

And then he kissed you.

It was warm. It was real. It was terrifying.

KNOCK.

The sound jolted you like a slap. You turned sharply as the door opened. Mira, Zoe, and Rumi stepped in, their faces etched with worry.

"Y/N?" Rumi was the first to speak, gently stepping forward, her voice laced with concern. She rested a hand on your shoulder. "Hey... are you okay?"

You swallowed hard, forcing a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes. "Y-Yeah... I'm fine."

It didn't sound convincing. Not even to yourself.

Zoe's brows furrowed, her voice gentle but firm. "We can postpone the performance, you know. Just a few days—just so you can breathe."

You nodded slowly. "Yeah... maybe just a short break. That's all."

But deep down, you knew that wasn't the reason.

It wasn't the pressure of the performance. It wasn't exhaustion from practice.

It was him. It was Jinu.

And you couldn't even tell your best friends the truth.

Not yet. Not when the truth might just tear your world apart.

For the past few weeks, the memories of Jinu haunted you like a ghost — persistent and unrelenting. Morning and night, even in broad daylight, you'd catch yourself drifting, zoning out. And each time, he was there. Not physically, but in the corners of your mind. A whisper, a flash, a phantom that refused to fade.

He had done something to you. You didn't know what exactly — a mark, a pull, a curse — but it left you feeling off. Different. And you'd give anything just to feel normal again.

Now, here you were.

Leaning against the cool stone railing at the base of a quiet temple, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the golden horizon where the sun dipped behind the mountains of Seoul. The distant city below was beginning to glow, streetlights flickering to life one by one as dusk embraced the skyline.

You had sent a message to Jinu's tiger — a request to meet. He agreed. And yet, surprise surprise, he was late.

You exhaled, long and sharp, pushing yourself off the stone railing. "Asshole..." you muttered under your breath, about to turn and leave—

"Gah—!" you yelped, instinctively jumping forward as a hand suddenly tapped your shoulder.

You spun around, heart racing, only to find Jinu crouched casually on the railing behind you, a familiar smug smile tugging at his lips.

"You're still just as easy to scare," he said, voice low and amused, like he was reliving an old memory only the two of you shared.

Your hand flew to your chest as you tried to calm your breathing. "You scared me!" you snapped, panting slightly.

Jinu only chuckled in that smooth, infuriating way of his before hopping down from the railing with a light thud, brushing dust from his palms. His eyes flicked up the stone steps toward the temple.

"A temple date?" he said with a teasing grin. "You sure know how to set the mood."

"It's not a date," you shot back quickly.

But then Jinu casually pulled out the postcard you'd handed to his tiger — the one that said Save the Date in your handwriting.

You froze. Mentally cursed yourself. Idiot.

Jinu gave you that familiar cocky smirk — the one that always seemed to hold more secrets than words ever could.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to rise to his bait this time. Instead, your expression hardened. You stepped closer, the air tightening between you.

Your voice dropped, quiet but sharp.

"What did you do to me, Jinu?"

The question lingered, thick in the air like incense smoke — slow, suffocating, inescapable.

Jinu's smirk vanished. His shoulders stiffened. "What are you talking about?" he asked, trying to sound casual — but his voice faltered.

You looked down at your hands, watching them tremble just slightly. "I keep seeing things," you whispered. "Memories... of you and me. But they're not real. They never happened."

You closed your eyes, struggling to keep your breathing steady. "They're not mine, Jinu."

When you finally looked up, Jinu froze. The sight of your eyes — cracked with emotion, uncertain and too familiar — hit him like a ghost returning home.

"You and me... under the moonlight. A lake," you said slowly, brows furrowing in confusion. "You held my hand. You smiled like—like you knew me. And I felt like I knew you too."

You shook your head. "It felt real."

Jinu's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. His voice softened — no trace of his usual charm now, only something raw and buried. "What else do you remember?"

You closed your eyes again, digging into the haze, trying to pull the threads of something that shouldn't exist but lived somewhere deep inside you.

"You have to get out of here," you whispered urgently, heart pounding as you threw open the familiar window—the same one you used to sneak out on quiet nights. But this wasn't one of those nights. The sky outside bled with the colors of a dying sun, casting long shadows across your chamber floor.

Your eyes darted around in desperation. There has to be something... anything I can give him. Your fingers trembled as they grazed over a few keepsakes, but nothing seemed enough—not for this.

"Y/N..." Jinu finally spoke, voice low and filled with hesitation. But before he could say more, you turned, walking up to him quickly. You placed both hands gently on his cheeks, your thumbs brushing across his skin like a silent goodbye.

"You have to go," you said firmly, trying to steady your voice. "If my father finds out about the marks on your skin—Jinu, they'll kill you." Your eyes welled up. The thought of losing him clawed at your chest like a beast desperate to escape.

He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment to memorize the feel of you. "I'm sorry," he murmured, voice cracking slightly. "I should've told you sooner."

You shook your head and cut him off gently, "It's okay. I understand." You tried to smile, though it faltered with the tears that blurred your vision. "But you need to go. I can't let them hurt you because of this."

A tear slipped down your cheek, warm and silent. "I don't care about the marks, Jinu. I care about you. Just... live. That's all I ask." Your hands moved to his shoulders as you pushed him slightly toward the open window.

But Jinu didn't budge. Instead, he caught your hands, holding them tightly in his. His grip was firm, but tender—a silent plea, a goodbye, a confession all in one.

"If I leave... I won't see you again, will I?" His voice broke at the end, eyes locked with yours—filled with sorrow, with love, with fear of what waited on either side of this choice.

Your lips trembled, and it took every ounce of strength not to fall apart in front of him. You reached up once more, cupping his face as gently as if he might vanish in your hands. You gave a small nod, barely visible, as another tear slid down your chin and hit the floor.

"I know," you whispered, voice trembling. "But this... this is better than losing the man I love forever."

Jinu's gaze didn't falter. He looked at you as if trying to memorize everything—the glisten of your tears, the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, the quiet ache in your eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in.

His kiss wasn't like before. It wasn't playful, or teasing, or rushed in secret corners of the palace. This one was different. It was desperate. Heavy with guilt, regret... sorrow.

And love.

Your arms wrapped around him as you kissed him back with just as much passion, tears streaming freely down your cheeks, eyes tightly shut as if that would freeze this moment—keep him here.

Then— BANG. The chamber doors burst open.

You flinched, pulling away as Jinu instinctively stepped in front of you. Your eyes shot to the doorway—guards, armed and ready, stormed in. At their center stood General Jae-won, his expression unreadable.

And then came your father. His eyes were sharp, filled with fury.

"Step away from the princess!" one of the guards shouted, sword drawn and pointed directly at Jinu. "Demon."

Your stomach dropped.

"Wait—!" you gasped, reaching out—but General Jae-won grabbed you first, yanking you behind him like a shield. Like he was protecting you.

From Jinu.

But Jinu didn't run. He didn't leap out the window or vanish into shadow like you knew he could. He stood his ground, arms at his sides, eyes distant and hollow.

"Jinu..." you whispered, voice cracking.

The guards descended. You cried out as they struck him—once, twice, then again. He didn't fight back. He just took it.

You tried to push past Jae-won, but he held you firm. "Stop! Stop! He's not hurting anyone!" you begged.

But they dragged him away, blood staining his lip, his wrists bound tight as they pulled him toward the hall.

"Jinu!" you screamed, heart breaking.

Then— SLAP.

Pain bloomed across your cheek, your head whipping to the side. The tears you'd tried so hard to hold in finally fell.

You turned your face slowly, stunned, and met your father's blazing eyes.

"You..." he seethed, voice low but searing. "You are a disgrace to this family."

Without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving nothing but silence in his wake.

You collapsed against General Jae-won's chest—his grip steady, though his body held tension like a drawn bowstring. You barely registered the tremble in your hands as you clung to him. Then the tears came—hot, bitter, and unstoppable. You wept for the boy they called a demon. For the love they all spat on. For the history they buried.

Through the veil of tears, your gaze flickered toward the mirror. It wasn't far. You caught your own reflection, distorted by grief—eyes swollen, lips trembling.

Then something shifted.

Reality unraveled like silk slipping from the loom. The air twisted, the warmth of the past fading like dying embers.

And just like that—you were back.

Present day.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as dizziness spun the room around you. Disoriented, you reached out blindly—anything to steady yourself. You felt arms wrap around you, steady and familiar. Jinu.

"Hey—easy. I've got you," Jinu murmured, grounding you with his touch.

But your eyes caught something—just beyond his shoulder.

You turned.

Slowly.

Almost afraid.

She stood. Staring. And she wasn't just some phantom of your imagination.

She was you.

But not now—you dressed in a delicate hanbok, sleeves stained with tears, hair adorned in a style centuries old. Her eyes—the same eyes—held a heartbreak so raw it pierced through time.

You reached for Jinu with trembling fingers. The moment your hand moved, the image shuddered—then cracked like glass.

Memories didn't return—they rushed back, like a dam breaking.

You remembered the night you heard him sing with his old bipa.

You remembered the night you passionately shared in pleasure in your chambers.

You remembered the chains clinking as they dragged Jinu through the palace courtyard.

You remembered screaming, held back by Jae-won's arms.

You remembered Jinu turning his head toward you one last time, bloodied and defiant.

His voice back then—softer. Almost human.

"If the world calls me a demon," he whispered, knuckles brushing your tear-streaked cheek, "then let me burn for you."

You stumbled back as if struck. His voice echoed across lifetimes.

Your knees buckled.

And you fell.

The ground met you gently—but the weight in your chest didn't relent.

Tears fell, unstoppable. One after another. Each one remembering.

Your voice trembled, raw and hoarse.

"The memories... they're mine..."

Your hand clutched at your chest, as though the pain might be buried somewhere beneath your skin.

"I was there. Four hundred years ago... I was her."

But no—you were her.

The cursed princess.

The one who fell for a poor musician plucked on the streets by the king.

The one who stood beside him—even when he sold his soul to Gwi Ma.

Even when the world erased them both.

He spoke, his voice low—controlled, but not cold.

"You remember now... don't you?"

You froze.

That voice.

That tone.

You lifted your gaze slowly.

He was here.

Jinu.

Present-day Jinu. Not the boy dragged in chains. Not the demon the world feared.

The same soul, standing in front of you—no longer hiding.

And he knew.

He placed a hand gently on your cheek, wiping the lone tear that slid down your skin. His touch was warm, grounding. His lips curled into a quiet smile as he chuckled, voice low and nostalgic.

“Four hundred years later… and I still need to catch you,” he whispered, the weight of centuries laced in his words. His hands moved to cup both sides of your face, holding you like you were something sacred—like you always had been.

Your lips quivered, heart pounding beneath your ribs. Everything in you wanted to speak, but only one word made it past your throat—one that lived deep in your memories.

“…Bipa.”

Jinu laughed softly, the sound more boyish than you remembered. He lowered his gaze for a second, then looked up at you again with eyes full of aching affection.

“Still the same as ever,” he murmured, brushing your tears away with his thumbs. His voice softened even more as he added, “My princess…”

Four hundred years ago, he was just a boy with a dream and a desperate heart. He gave his soul to Gwi Ma for his voice—a voice that lifted him from the shadows of poverty and carried him into your world.

It brought him fortune. It brought him pain.

And it took you away.

Now, he stood before you—no longer just a man, not entirely a demon either—and you, reborn as the very thing destined to destroy him.

But none of it mattered.

Not the bloodline you came from. Not the curse in his veins. Not the time that separated your souls.

Because he had you now.

The real you.

The girl who sneaks herself out beneath palace lanterns. The girl he sang for by a moonlit lake. The girl he never stopped searching for.

You.

He leaned in slowly, his forehead gently resting against yours as his breath tickled your lips. His voice was a whisper, barely audible, but it trembled with devotion.

“I lost you once,” he said, “I won’t lose you again.”

And before you could reply, his lips met yours—soft, sure, and filled with the kind of love that could survive lifetimes.

The past didn’t matter. The curse didn’t matter. Only this moment did. Only him. Only you. And the kiss that sealed what fate had tried to tear apart.

Forever.

a/n: I was listening to free the whole time writing this lol but yeah here part 2 y'all hope you like it. ill also be making part 2 of the other jinu oneshot I wrote <#

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kurostrappy · 1 day ago

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Heyy could you make waking up next to and soft morning with yandere saja boys x reader🫶🏻😭

Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; omg there's a gif of this moment!! so satisfying to watch KRRRRK anon maybe it's not too soft but 😛

— ⛅

As their human manager, the one thing you must remember is that the boys become absolutely exhausted after whatever they're doing.

That's why you have the guest room prepared for that. A fairly large bed stationed and some extra mattress whenever they need. The couch is free too. Not to mention pillows and blankets they unnecessarily forced you to buy.

Still. It sometimes goes unused. Especially when the first thing you see upon waking is Abby staring at you like he's from some kind of K-Drama.

It's dim, but there's enough sun to see how your faces are way too close for comfort as he lies beside you. Not to mention he's completely shirtless. He smiles, eyes halfway, a hand slowly reaching for you.

Hmm. No thanks. You smile back to be polite, vaguely noticing how his eyes brighten a little, only for you to flip your body around—

Oh. Now Romance is staring at you.

"Good morning," he whispers, pink hair splayed across his forehead. "Had a good sleep?"

With a tired groan, you face the ceiling instead, grabbing a pillow and covering your face. Despite them agreeing to stay away from your bedroom, they slowly but surely broke that rule.

You don't know what you expected.

Gently, a weight topples over your pillow and body. You pause, waiting for the consideration that they'll leave you alone, but it never comes.

You sit up carefully, letting the body on top of you fall to your mattress.

Baby stares at you with big eyes, glancing at your arm beside his head. You click your tongue, watching him blankly—

Something fluffy goes under your other arm. You turn, spotting Mystery's head resting on your waist. He's purring, somehow... You look around your bed, beautiful grown men—demons—all over, and you wonder how they even managed to fit themselves.

"Okay," you sigh in defeat, patting the demon on your side, "where's Jinu?"

"Right here," Jinu reveals, sitting on the chair in your room. He's looking at you through your mirror. "Sorry about them. I think they missed you."

The boys on your bed shuffle a little. You ignore them, staring at Jinu's reflection, who nonchalantly shrinks every passing second that you do. "...Flattered."

Well, since they're here, guess you should go and prepare for the day. You glance at the clock, 4 AM. Weird. That feels too early, doesn't it?

Whatever. You don't know anything about KPop idol schedules.

You start to stretch and raise your body from the bed—only to get pushed back down.

"No, no! Stay and sleep more," Abby ushers, pushing you on your shoulders. The pillow hits your head softly. "We're here to rest, not to work."

"Wha," you sputter, watching as Romance lets the blanket comfortably fall on your chest. "Uh, thank—"

Then Mystery flops down on top of you next. Baby follows, nestling in close at your side—clearly wanting to be the little spoon. Romance drapes an arm over both you and Baby. On your other side, Abs settles in with his arm across both you and Mystery.

"Oh," you cough.

You stare at the ceiling, dazed and so confused, until you cast down your gaze to Jinu.

He smiles awkwardly.

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jinu . facepalms

if this actually happened irl i'd be scared for my life btw

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kurostrappy · 1 day ago

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Wait! Can you do the Yanderes Saja boys x reader pls? Except the reader is aroace and isn’t a fan of Kpop

Saja Boys x GN!Reader

a/n; oh anon luckilyy i'm both of those things ☺️ BUT I'M SO SORRY since it's my first time writing them, i kinda lost the point n it turned to a character study MY BAD 😭😭 feel free to send a request again!

summary; the most common imagine for the Saja Boys right now—them finding a human manager. They find the human's company a little too enjoyable....

— 🥤 [not proofread]

During their debut, Soda Pop—the Saja Boys had a passive objective: find someone in the audience who wasn't even the slightest bit interested in them.

It was Mystery who noticed you first.

Among the crowd, you glanced at them like the rest. Paused and listened like the rest. However, unlike the rest, you pulled out your phone not to record—but to draw your attention, and eventually walk away.

Mystery memorized your face. After all, with how obsessed humans are with paperwork and management, they had to have someone deal with the annoyances just to make them seem like the real deal.

So, after their performance, your presence was mentioned. They ultimately deemed that you're the one who stayed the shortest.

Jinu approached you first.

But he was an absolute loser and couldn't keep his story straight (hundreds of years of human society blurred from his knowledge), leading the rest of the Saja boys impatient and embarrassed for him.

The next best thing they do?

Reveal themselves. Threaten you. It's either your soul goes, or your free will goes.

They're not exactly the smartest, for sure... that came from Jinu's thoughts.

Nevertheless, it worked. You work for them now.

When you first got into this mess, you thought you'd be scared for your life every single day.

"But now I'm stuck with attention-seeking, clingy, needy arrogant—"

A slim finger touches your lips in a silent gesture. You glare pointedly at the demon.

Romance's stupid face is smiling. "Sshh. You should smile more. Like this." He stretches his lips further. "See? You're so much prettier when smiling."

There's nothing to smile about. You only huff and roll your eyes before obliging—a forced, crooked smile that genuinely made him wince.

Ignoring that and turning around, you spot Baby rummaging through your fridge again. You notice how loud he was doing it too; he intentionally does that to get your attention when he couldn't find anything he liked.

"I have some popsicles in the freezer," you say, walking over and opening the top part. Baby perks up at the sight and chuckles. "Bunch of flavors."

"Always know what we need," he snickers as he casually grabs all of them.

You ignore that and sit on the counter with Abby who's fumbling with his shirt buttons. He stiffens at the sight at you and plays it cool with a smile.

"Jinu's out again, huh?" you hum, gently taking over his task a moment ago. He relaxes in your care.

"Yeah," he nods. "Only a matter of time until the big boss calls him again."

Hmm. You don't know how to reply that. So, you simply don't. They rarely tell you anything, and if they do, it's always something you'd never have any context of.

You slip the last button off and pat his chest. "Done."

Abby stands up, his shirt flying dramatically away at the same time. You squint your eyes at his exposed abs that he's clearly so proud of.

Despite yourself, a snicker escapes you. Abby smirks and traces his pec with his thumb. "Beautiful, is it not?"

Cornball.

"Hey, wait," you turn away, leaving Abby disappointed from your lack of response, "where's Mystery?"

Oh, no.

You rush to your room and almost slam the door open—

Great. He's laying on your bed. Again.

"Mystery!" you yelp, and he immediately sits up at your voice. "Out! Out!!"

He scrambles out of your bed and teleports away. You do a quick inspection on your bed—alright. Nothing damaged at the very least.

You swear—you had two rules for them to which they agreed to: one, keep their human form. Second, STAY OUT OF YOUR BEDROOM. You have a guest room for their resting needs.

You head back to your living room, seeing them all huddled up on your couch. Each one of them having a popsicle with unique flavors.

"Baby," you call, only to end up with all of them turning to you. Your face flushes. "Uh, Baby. Give me one too."

He throws you a surprisingly not melted popsicle with a sweet smile.

"Thanks," you smile back. Then an idea comes in. They all seem like they're in a fairly good mood, so maybe you can take a break—

You grab a jacket from the rack. "Anyway, I hope you guys don't mind, but I'll go for a walk in the park—"

"NO," all of them growl, you flinch, turning around to see their demon forms—an exception to rule 1 is that it will be broken when they're deadly serious.

"..OkayIwon't"

— 🥀

working with crumbs.... saja boys writers u guys r killing it... also huntrix too pelase

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kurostrappy · 1 day ago

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Under Temptation

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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Male version of Zoey x R.femele.

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Zane, the sweet and energetic rapper, being flirted and seduced by Y/N, a bold demon who lives in the human world. The dynamics between them is loaded with tension, charm and attraction growing like a fire that devours.

Zane, sweet, shy and talented, is constantly provoked by Y/N, a bold and charming demon who lives in the human world.

She loves to see him blow with his flirts and cheeky whispers, while he tries to stay calm - and fails beautifully.

Even with all the seduction, the two develop a deep connection, full of laughter, long hugs, shy kisses and silent affection.

Deep down, they complement each other: she brings the fire, he brings the calm. And together, they build something between passion and real affection.

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—Between stage lights and whispers backstage, the game of seduction begins silent - until it becomes irresistible.

⸻

Huntrix's premiere night was at its peak. Illuminated stage, fans in frenzy, lights and cameras... But behind the scenes, away from the eyes, the tension was different.

Y/N, the bold demon with a sharp mind, watched Zane from afar. He was focused, reviewing lyrics and warming his voice, dressed in stylish clothes and a shy smile on his lips. She already knew him - sensitive, kind, brilliant - and now she wanted to provoke him in a way that was impossible to ignore.

She approached with light steps, almost floating in the air loaded with expectations. Zane looked up, surprised to see her so close.

- What's up, rapper? Heating the stage for me? - she whispered, that sweet voice, with provocation.

He redd. - Ah... Y/N. What are you doing here?

She hung his coat on her shoulders - a simple gesture, but made with a calculated proximity.

- Enjoying the company before you make everyone delirious on stage. - his eyes shone with gentle malice. - It can be dangerous to be near you today.

Zane stared at her. - Dangerous how?

And she leaned over, so close that he felt the subtle warmth coming from her.

- Dangerous... for you - he murmured, touching his chest with his index finger. - I'll drive you crazy. And I've already seen you hot...

He swallowed hard. The subtle kick of insecurity and excitement shot in the chest.

She smiled with cruel sweetness. - Sometimes it's good to lose control.

Her fingers touched his cheek, so soft that they seemed ethereal. Meanwhile, the other Huntrix members began to get together to go on stage.

- Everything will be fine - she breathed, putting her hand on his abdomen. - But when it's all over... I want you.

Zane stood still, eyes shining between shyness and provocation. She walked away, but not without first pulling the habit of his silver chain - a jewel he always wore - and wrapping it in his fingers with a seductive smile.

- Don't forget - she said softly, almost an internal shock.

She turned around and disappeared, like an extinguished flame but warming the air around.

——————

—On stage

Zane emerged like lightning: rhythmic verses, presence, explosive rhythm. But half of the strength came from that subtle touch, of knowing that she was there, ready to wait for him.

Every smile, every look behind the scenes was a veiled invitation.

Through the stage, he flew. But inside, it was on fire.

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—After the show

Behind the scenes, the environment was boiling: applause, vibration, adrenaline - but there was something more, warmer, suffocated, intimate.

Zane passed by her without looking. Y/N let go of his jacket and gently grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him facing her.

She leaned to his lips boldly:

- Come with me. We have a reserved seat.

He hesitated, his body accelerated. - Now?

- Now. - she smiled, fingers intertwining on his shirt. - In the dressing room, between sheets and bronze.

They barely touched each other on the first night, but now it was almost inevitable.

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—In the secret dressing room

Closed door. Diffused light. Soft music in the background.

Y/N leaned his back against the wall, arms crossed, watching Zane approach, heart racing - unlike the stage, this moment was only theirs.

He turned around, eyes fixed. - I wanted to wait... but I can't.

She laughed, getting on tiptoe to touch her lip to his ear:

- I like that. To make you lose the ground.

She ran her fingers around his neck, pulled the necklace she herself had taken off before the stage.

- Do you want him back?

He entered the game. - I want to.

I approached her, they touched gently.

- So, show me.

And they gave themselves in a quiet, urgent kiss.

The touch of the skin, the breaths fitting, the sighs tearing the silence.

They didn't talk. They only felt. The connection was as electric as the stage display, only more intense - among them, in that room that existed only for them.

She ran her hands over his shoulders, her lips went down his neck. He pushed his coat to the side, slid his hands on her waist, and she tilted - both hungry for proximity.

It was a new beginning. An encounter that exploded with desire, with affection and with everything that could happen when two different worlds meet - demon and human, music and seduction - and decide to lose themselves in each other.

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There was no more stage. Not even masks. Just two bodies dancing in silence until the end of the breath.

⸻

The dressing room lights were dimmed, tinging the room a warm amber tone, like the last ray of sun trapped behind the skin.

Zane kissed her with more courage now.

There was no more hesitation.

I just wish. Hunger. Her.

Y/N fit perfectly in his arms.

Small, bold, hot.

Her touch was sharp, sweet and fierce at the same time.

The light nails scratched the back of his neck - and he moaned low, surprised by the delivery itself.

- Do you like to lose control, Zane? - she whispered, her lips brushing his ear, sending goosebumps down her spine.

He held her waist, squeezing hard, his hip already glued to hers.

- Only with you.

She laughed softly - provocative.

He pushed him until his back touched the dressing room wall.

There, between blurry mirrors and muffled echoes, the bodies began to talk in a mute tongue, made only of heat.

Zane slid his hands under her blouse, slowly, like someone who discovers something precious.

Y/N arched his back, moaning softly.

She pulled his shirt, and he obeyed - the fabric fell to the floor without ceremony.

His eyes burned. It wasn't just the sweet Zane anymore.

It was the man on fire.

She slid her lips down her neck, chest, going down on trails that chilled everything they touched.

Zane held his breath, his muscles contracted.

- You taste like music and danger - she murmured, her mouth too close to where he most wanted.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her on his lap with ease.

Y/N intertwined her legs around him, feeling the firm volume between the clothes.

She moaned against his lips, bit the bottom and pulled slowly, making him growl.

Zane walked to the dressing room bench, sat her there, eye to eye.

- I dreamed about it.

- And now it's real - she replied. - Touch me. As if I were only yours.

And he did.

His hands opened the buttons, lowered fabrics, revealed skin.

She was hot, pulsating, surrendered.

When he slid his fingers through her, wet, ready, her body reacted as if it had waited for him all her life.

Y/N moaned loudly - muffled against his mouth.

Zane pressed his forehead against hers, his fingers working with slow and sensual precision.

She squirmed, gasped, held his shoulders as if with each movement the world collapsed.

When he finally penetrated her - strong, deep, whole - the two were motionless for a second, their eyes closed, bodies vibrating.

There, everything made sense.

The movements started slowly.

Then more rhythmic.

Then spiked, like beats of a rap that only the two knew.

- You're my addiction - he whispered against her neck.

- Then consume me - she gasped, scratching his back.

The feeling grew, burned, invaded.

Muffled moans against trembling mouths.

Hips clashing, breaths in sync.

When she reached the apex, it was with a scream muffled by his chest - the muscles retight, the eyes clenched, the mouth ajar.

He came soon after, moaning her name with a hoarse voice, his body shaking against hers, his forehead resting on the curve of his shoulder.

⸻

And then, just silence.

A comfortable silence.

Zane ran his fingers through her hair.

Y/N kissed his shoulder with affection, still panting, his eyes closed.

- That was more than sex - he said.

- What was it?

- It was like... music.

- Then play again - she whispered, smiling lazily.

And he smiled too.

Because I knew: with her, every note would be new.

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She knew where to play. And where to look. And what to say to disarm even the sweetest of hunters.

⸻

Zane fixed his T-shirt, still a little stunned after the previous night - skin marked by kisses, memory marked by moans and promises whispered between sighs.

But it was Y/N who appeared first, that same morning, as if the world was too small to contain her pleasure in provoking.

She leaned against the dressing room door, arms crossed, a crooked smile on her lips.

- Good morning, shy rapper. Did you sleep well... after yesterday?

Zane, who was drinking water, choked on the spot.

- And-I... I slept yes - he replied, brushing. - You... disappeared in the morning.

She approached slowly, feline steps.

The black dress stuck to the body as a living provocation.

She leaned over, with her face dangerously close.

- I thought it was better to leave before you woke up saying that "I didn't know what to say"... - he whispered, caressing his neck with his nails. - Or that he was too bloshed to face me.

He smiled sideways, trying to look away.

- I don't get that red...

- Oh, no? - she touched her hip to his, moving her hand up her belly, up to her chest. - So why did your breathing change just with my touch?

Zane locked his jaw, trying to look unshakable - and failing beautifully.

She nibbled on her lower lip, her eyes fixed on his.

- You look so cute when you try to maintain your posture... - she whispered. - But I know your head is already there in what we did yesterday. Or in what you want to do now.

He held her wrist, firm, but without strength.

The hand trembled.

- Y/N... - he tried.

But she glued her body to his, got on tiptoe and whispered right in her ear:

- Did you think about me this morning? Did you touch thinking about me?

Zane buried his face in her neck and let out a nervous laugh.

- You're going to kill me like this.

She ran her hand through his hair.

- I promise it's a hot ending.

He pulled her hard closer, his eyes now burning.

- You love to make me nervous...

- I live for that - she replied, sliding her fingers to his waist.

They stared at each other for seconds.

The game already had a winner - her.

But he didn't care about losing.

Not with her.

He leaned her against the wall, his heart racing.

- Do you want to know? You make me shy, yes.

- I know - she smiled.

- But you also drive me crazy.

- Show it, then - she challenged.

And he showed it.

With the mouth. With your hands. With the hunger.

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She provoked. He was ressing. And in the middle of the sweet mess of the two... something was born that not even the two of them could hide anymore.

⸻

It was late afternoon at the studio. The rehearsals had ended, the rest of the group had already left, and Zane was alone, sitting on the floor, fiddling with the headphones, with the sweatshirt two numbers bigger and messy hair.

Y/N appeared at the door with a box of strawberries covered in chocolate and a smile from someone who already had bad intentions.

Or too good, depending on the point of view.

- I brought something to sweeten this tired little face - he said, approaching and throwing himself on the floor next to him, as if the whole world was soft.

Zane raised his eyes. He red. Again.

It was always like that with her.

It didn't matter how much they had already touched, kissed or slept together - Y/N could still make his stomach turn with just one look.

- I thought you were already too sweet - he replied, a little short, already smiling.

She laughed. He took a strawberry and touched his lips with the fruit.

- You say these things and then you want to pretend you don't turn red...

Zane looked away, trying to disguise with a shy smile.

- I'm not red.

- You're like a cartoon tomato, love.

She approached slowly, with her cheek sticking to his.

He sighed deeply. His heart always accelerated when she touched like that, calm, light, too close.

- I love it when you get all shy - she whispered in his ear.

- And I love it when you stop talking just to hug me - he replied, with a brave smile this time.

She widened her eyes, pretending to be surprised.

- Wow. The shy one faced me.

- Once in a lifetime - he said, and pulled her into a side hug.

She laid her head on his shoulder.

The silence came soft, like low music.

The two stayed there, sharing chocolate, sharing the space, sharing the silence.

Until she asked softly:

- You know that, even making fun of you, I really like you, right?

He turned his face.

He kissed her forehead.

And he replied:

- I know.

And I like you too. Even though you are... impossible.

- Impossible irresistible? - she blinked.

Zane laughed.

- Yes. That too.

She smiled.

He was silent for a second... and then hid his face in her neck, muttering:

- Just don't tell others that I like it when you provoke me, okay?

- Too late. I recorded it in memory.

And they were like this: a long hug, sweet strawberries and two hearts that understood each other even when they didn't say everything.

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The Will to Stop, the Desire to Stay

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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Male version of Mira x R.femele.

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Miro, the male version of the protective tomboy character, and Y/N, a kind, calm, shy, cute and short demon who lives in the human world.

With all the sweetness, nervousness and intensity contained of two characters who approached slowly, in silence, and who now discover the courage to touch each other for the first time with their hearts.

Sweet, emotional and memorable between Y/N and Miro, showing how their relationship evolves with lightness, affection and silent connection. The vibration between them is not made of noisy statements, but of small and sincere gestures that say much more than any word.

The language is poetic, mature and respectful, focusing on mutual desire, affection and discovery. This is the night when they stop just touching each other with their eyes - and finally really surrender.

But it's not a shallow addiction: it's an emotional dependence disguised as desire, a place where they feel alive, safe and free - when the world out of bed is too hard to exist.

The language is intense, intimate and respectful. It's not vulgar - it's loaded with tension, surrender and meaning.

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—Between soft lights of a coffee at dusk, two worlds meet in a moment of calm and discovery.

⸻

The afternoon was hot, but with that gentle breeze that seemed to sigh through the streets of Seoul. Miro had just left the heavy training with the group and decided to stop at a small cafe, hidden in an almost forgotten street, to rest a little.

He entered, smelling the comforting smell of tea and fresh bread. The environment was cozy, with few tables and an orange light filtering through the windows. While choosing a table, something caught his attention.

Sitting alone, leaning against the wall, was a little girl, with long black hair, attached in a simple way. She seemed so calm and delicate that she almost looked like a moving painting. His big, brown eyes were gentle and observant, but there was a curious glow there.

Miro hesitated for a moment, the shyness not very common in his strong personality surprising him. But something about her made him want to get closer.

He walked to her table, with a gentle smile.

- Hi. Can I sit here? - he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.

She raised her eyes, surprised, blushing slightly.

- Of course... - he replied with a soft and shy voice.

As he sat down, he noticed how she shrankered slightly, as if the world around her was too big, but still she was there, firm, small, almost a refuge.

- You seem... calm. I like that. - he said, trying to ease the silence between the two.

She smiled, embarrassed.

- I try. Life here is complicated, but I like it... I really like this place.

Miro felt a heat grow in his chest, different from the adrenaline of battles - something sweet, simple, sincere.

She spoke with that natural calm, the kindness in every word. And he, in turn, felt that he could leave the weapons and masks for a moment.

The conversation flowed slowly, full of small shy laughs and exchanged looks.

She presented herself as Y/N, a soul who, despite her demonic nature, chose to live among humans, learning to appreciate her little beauties and fragilities.

Miro, in turn, talked a little about himself - about the struggles, the losses, but also about the hope he found in his friends.

As the sun went down, the two knew that that meeting was just the beginning of a deep connection, where strength and softness could go hand in hand.

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It was a clear night, the full moon illuminating the silent streets of Seoul. Miro walked next to Y/N after a meeting at the cafe where they used to meet. She was especially quiet, her eyes fixed on the starry sky, as if she kept something.

- Y/N, is everything okay? - he asked, worried about the aura of sadness that seemed to involve her.

She hesitated, biting her lower lip before finally looking at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of fear and courage.

- Miro... I need to tell you something. Something I can't hide anymore.

He stopped and turned to her, his eyes attentive.

- I'm not exactly... human. - she whispered, with a voice so soft that it looked like a secret thrown to the wind. - I'm a demon.

Miro's heart accelerated, a wave of surprise and alert rising through the body. He tood back a step, his muscles tense, but his eyes showed no repulsion. There was only curiosity and a hint of concern.

- Why? - he asked carefully. - Why didn't you tell me before?

Y/N took a deep breath, his shoulders falling in resignation.

- Because I was afraid. Fear of being rejected. Fear that you would move away. But I can't pretend anymore.

She stretched out her hand, showing a small bright mark on her wrist, like a tattoo that changed subtly with the moonlight.

- This is my true nature. But I don't hurt anyone. I chose to live among humans because I like it here, because... I want something different.

Miro looked at the mark, then at her sincere eyes.

- I won't leave you like this. - I said firmly, holding her hand gently. - I know who you are, and I still want to be by your side.

Y/N smiled, his eyes shining with gratitude.

- Thank you, Miro. I knew I could trust you.

They continued to walk, now closer than ever, with a shared secret that united them even more.

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From distancing to complicity, what begins with shy gestures becomes something they didn't even expect.

⸻

In the beginning, everything was care and observation.

Miro always admired Y/N's calm, how she seemed to float around the world without haste, even carrying a heavy secret. She, in turn, felt safe around him - she didn't need to pretend to be someone she wasn't, nor hide her weaknesses.

They met in small moments: a conversation in the cafe, a walk under the golden autumn trees, exchanging light laughter and shy looks.

Over time, small gestures began to say more than words.

Miro began to notice when Y/N nervously moved her hair when she was near him, or when she let out a smile that illuminated her shy face.

Y/N noticed how Miro became more open, how his defenses slowly fell, and he laughed at things he never had the courage to do before.

On a rainy afternoon, while protecting themselves under the same umbrella, their shoulders touched for the first time.

The contact was brief, but enough to accelerate the hearts of both.

With each meeting, the distance between them decreased.

Miro began to look for Y/N's hand, who didn't pull, he just let himself be guided, confident.

They were becoming partners not only in the battles against demons, but also in life.

And even without great statements, the complicity spoke for them.

One day, while watching the sunset, Y/N broke the shy silence.

- You know... - she said, her voice almost a whisper - I never thought someone like you could understand me like that.

Miro smiled, holding her hand firmly.

- I don't need to understand everything. I just need to be here.

And that's how their love grew: slowly, gentle, but impossible to deny.

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It wasn't planned. It wasn't perfect. But it was real. And it was theirs.

⸻

The night was cold, but the air between them was warm.

Miro and Y/N were sitting side by side on a wooden bench, in the silent garden that surrounded the old temple where they had finished a small mission. The stars were shy, but the full moon illuminated them like a promise hanging in the sky.

Y/N wore a long-sleeved blouse that even covered her fingers. She played with the sewing of the fabric, nervous. Miro was with his hands on his knees, looking forward, but his gaze lost... on her.

The two had been closer for days. Miro accompanied her even when she didn't need to. And she... she smiled more when he arrived. She was more red, more alive.

But nothing had been said yet.

Not with words.

Y/N sighed, his voice so low that he almost couldn't be heard:

- Sometimes I feel like I'm going to explode inside. Of everything I don't talk about.

Miro turned his face slowly.

- Me too.

Silence.

They stared at each other for eternal seconds. Y/N's eyes were shining. And those of Miro, who always seemed determined and safe, now carried doubt... and restrained desire.

She laughed softly, embarrassed.

- I never... kissed anyone who didn't want to hunt me later.

- And I've never kissed someone who left me like this... - he stopped, looking for the word - calm.

She looked at him, surprised.

And it was there, without haste, that he approached.

With her heart beating so loud that she could hear.

Miro stopped a few centimeters from her lips, respecting the space, waiting for a gesture, a yes, a touch.

Y/N closed his eyes.

And she was the one who shortened the distance.

The kiss was light.

Not urgent.

His mouth brushed hers like someone who discovers the taste of trust. And when the lips really touched, it was as if the whole world was silent - and only two hearts remained beating to the same rhythm.

Miro ran his hand slowly over her face, as if he wanted to keep every detail. Y/N held the bar of his blouse with his small fingers, like someone who is anchored in a good dream.

When they parted, their eyes were still closed.

Y/N was the first to open.

She whispered:

- We took a long time, didn't we?

Miro smiled, touching his forehead to hers.

- But it was worth every second.

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— Moments between Y/N and Miro

After a long day of patrol, the two returned by subway, in silence, listening to the rain hitting the windows.

Y/N, so tired, leaned her head on Miro's shoulder without realizing it.

He looked at her, smiled lightly and stood still the entire way - even when his arm tingled.

He didn't moss. She came first.

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She was very quiet on cold days. A little more shy than usual.

So Miro learned how to make hot chocolate the way she liked it - more milk than cocoa, cinnamon powder and a pinch of vanilla.

Without saying anything, he just put the mug in front of her, and she smiled as if it were a flower delivered in silence.

It was the "I thought of you" that she loved the most.

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"The silent conversations that only they understand" —

In a coffee, on a mission, or in a difficult moment...

A look was enough.

An arched eyebrow. A corner of the mouth raising.

They understood each other without having to say anything.

As if one's soul had learned to read the other's.

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"The playlist he made for her" —

Miro wasn't one to talk much, but created a secret playlist on his cell phone.

With songs that reminded me of the way she walked. The sound of her laughter. The good silence she brought.

One day, she found the list by accident.

Read the name: "Y/N, when the world is beautiful"

She didn't say anything. He just hugged him from behind.

And he knew she had understood everything.

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"Their First Night" —

When the skin meets the heart, silence becomes sigh.

⸻

The moon seemed closer that night.

The room was lit only by paper lanterns, spreading a soft light on the white sheets and the two bodies sitting side by side on the bed.

Y/N was with her fingers intertwined on her lap, wearing a light sweater, made of thin fabric that fell over her shoulders timidly - just like her.

Miro watched her as if looking at a star closely: with reverence, but also contained desire.

- Are you nervous? - he asked, with a low but firm voice.

She nodded with a small smile, her eyes running away from his for seconds.

- A little. And you?

Miro took a deep breath.

- More than in any battle.

They laughed. The ice that still existed between the two melted for good at that moment.

He approached slowly, touching her chin with the back of his fingers.

- If you want to stop, at any time... just say so. I love you before, during and after.

She didn't say anything.

He just leaned.

The kiss was sweet at first, shy, like all the touches that precede the discovery. But as the bodies approached, their breathing changed. The heat spread through the skins with desire - a sacred, anxious, ancient will.

Miro pulled the strap of the sweater with trembling fingers. Y/N got goosebumps all over when the fabric fell on her arms.

- You're beautiful... - he whispered, his eyes fixed on her, as if she were made of breeze and desire.

She put her hands on his chest, slowly pushing her shirt. His muscles tightened under the touch, but he let it. He left everything: control, containment, fear.

Y/N raised his hands to the back of his neck and pulled him.

- It touches me as if I were yours. - she murmured, with newborn courage.

And he obeyed.

His hands traveled through her skin with slow precision, as if memorizing secret maps.

The kiss went down the neck. The bodies lay together, aligning naturally.

Sheets were pushed with the feet. Choppy breaths merged into the air.

They looked into each other's eyes when he penetrated her for the first time - slowly, as if they both knew that this was an eternal moment.

Y/N squeezed his shoulders, his eyes watered, but smiling.

- I waited for that. For you.

Miro kissed her again. Deeper, more whole.

The movements were slow at first - like dancing. Then more intense, more rhythmic, as the bodies learned each other's way.

Low moans. Sighs.

Ringtones that didn't ask for permission.

Only presence. And delivery.

That night, there was no more fear. Not even secrets. Not even skin without an owner.

There were two bodies rediscovering each other - and two souls who were already married even before any vote.

⸻

When it was all over, Y/N fell asleep with his head on his chest.

And Miro, for the first time in a long time, slept without armor.

Because now... he didn't need to fight alone anymore.

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It wasn't just pleasure. It was where the world stood from hurting.

⸻

It all started after the first night.

What was supposed to be unique - maybe even rare - has become a habit. Addiction. Secret routine.

And it wasn't always about desire.

Sometimes it was about forgetting.

Forget the blood in Miro's hands. The judges' look of hunters. The scars on the back of Y/N - some visible, others invisible.

They fled to cheap rooms, quiet hiding places or even to the training room, locked inside.

There, they touched each other as if one was the healing of the other.

He kissed her in a hurry, like someone holding the air after days of drowning.

She took off his T-shirt even before closing the door, as if her skin was the only place where she felt alive.

Y/N was different when he touched her - more daring, freer, as if all shyness evaporated along with the heat.

- That's crazy, you know? - he whispered, with his forehead leaning against hers, still with his breath choppy.

- So don't stop. - she answered, biting her lip.

And he didn't stop.

The position didn't matter. The bed, the floor, the wall.

She mounted on him, her eyes half-closed, moaning softly just to provoke.

He pulling her by the waist, growling softly in her ear, like a beast tamed just by a touch.

They made love with their eyes open. Always staring.

As if they were afraid of disappearing in the middle of the act.

Sometimes it happened twice on the same night.

Sometimes, they didn't even expect dawn.

Sometimes, they just slept hugged, without having sex. But the body of one glued to that of the other was as necessary as breathing.

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—But there was a problem.

They started not knowing who they were outside that room anymore.

She trembled when he took a long time to show up.

He was restless when she walked away.

Sex became a bridge, but also a prison.

It was beautiful. It was intense. But it was also a refuge.

And they knew - in silence - that one hour they would have to talk about what they felt outside of there.

But until then...

Miro pulled her by the waist.

Y/N pushed him against the wall.

And they sank once again in the only place where the pain was silent:

Inside each other.

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They tried. But the body spoke before the heart. And love, finally, stumbled loudly.

⸻

They hadn't seen each other for four days.

Four days that looked like open wounds.

Four days that Miro slept badly, and Y/N woke up crying without knowing why.

They had decided: it was too much.

Too much desire.

Too much dependence.

Too much need that didn't give a truce even on days of battle.

- We need to stop - Y/N had whispered, on that bench near the temple. - I'm starting to forget who I was before you.

Miro just nodded.

Without looking into her eyes.

Not knowing how to say that he was also getting lost - and enjoying it.

And then, on that rainy night, Miro appeared.

Wet, panting, with red eyes of contained anger.

She was lying down, wrapped in a blanket, trying to convince herself that she would survive the absence.

When he opened the door, there were no words.

Just the sound of the silence breaking.

He leaned her against the wall, the soaked coat dripping on the floor.

She pulled him by the face.

The lips met like a suffocated scream.

- I tried. - he murmured between kisses. - I swear I tried.

- Me too. - she replied, her voice broken.

The nightgown fell in a hurry.

His hands found her skin as if she were the only anchor in the world.

She moaned low when he lifted her on his lap, with his mouth stuck to his neck.

The whole room seemed too small to contain so much dammed emotion.

They made love as if it were for the last time.

But with the intensity of those who secretly wished it was forever.

The glued bodies.

The strong movements, then slow.

The trembling hands.

The mouths looking for every sigh.

And then, in the middle of the act, when she wrapped him with her legs, her watery eyes, her panting...

He said.

Without planning.

No rehearsal.

- I love you.

Silence.

She froze.

He stopped, still inside her, with his chest going up and down fast.

- I love you. - he repeated, now more firmly. - And no matter what happens... even if we break, even if it's wrong, even if it hurts... I love you.

Y/N cried.

But it was a light cry. Of relief.

Really wide open.

She leaned her forehead against his.

And he whispered:

- I love you too. I tried to stop out of fear. But you... you're the only place where I feel whole.

And then they moved again.

But now it was different.

It was sex with soul. Love in a hurry. I desire with root.

That night, they didn't get lost.

They met.

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kurostrappy · 1 day ago

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Enter the Last Note

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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Male version of Rumi x R.femele.

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Rui (half-demon, silent and intense leader of a demon-hunting idol group) and Y/N, a girl who is also a demon - but lives in the human world as neutral, playful, kind, and almost impossible to read.

This is a stretch set between missions, at the end of a rainy night. A moment when he, for the first time, allows someone to see his real shadows.

She loves to play tricks on Rui, provoke with suggestive comments, but with lightness, charm and naturalness. He, as always, reacts with silence, tension and that kind of discomfort that is born from the unassumed desire.

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—In a hidden alley of Seoul, surrounded by rain, neon and secrets, two worlds meet between a truth and a touch.

⸻

The city's floor still trembled with the echo of screams and lights. The battle had ended a few hours ago - a demon who had taken the form of a famous idol had tried to devour part of the audience in Rui's last show.

He was stained with blood that wasn't his. Trembling hands, not because of fear... but because of the anger of having let the transformation get out of control. Again.

He avoided the eyes of others. Even those in the group.

But she saw him.

I always saw.

Y/N was leaning against a soda machine, protected by the glass cover of a closed store. The rain hit her shoulders gently, as if it didn't dare to bother her.

He was wearing a too loose jacket, his hair stuck to his forehead. I looked at Rui with that usual lazy half smile.

- You're not even going to say good night to me, prince of chaos? - she joked, poking a coin against the machine, without putting it on.

He sighed, dragging himself to the dark corner where she was.

- You should stay away from me today.

- I should do a lot of things - he replied naturally, turning his face to look at him. Her eyes shone in subtle shades of lavender and gray - a color that didn't say if it was good or bad. - But... here I am.

Rui leaned against the wall next to her. The steam of his breathing was irregular.

- I almost... got lost again. I felt everyone's blood. It was like music. I shouldn't feel that.

Y/N looked at him with his head slightly tilted.

- And you came back. That's what matters.

- What if one day I don't come back? - he murmured. - What if I become what I hate?

She snapped her lips.

- Do you think that because you have shadows in your bones, you are less worthy of light?

He took a step forward. She was now close enough for him to feel the sweet and indefinable perfume that always came with her - something between night petals and old smoke.

- You're not just pain, Rui. You are choice. And I like the choice you make... even when you stumble upon it.

He stared at her. For the first time, without masks.

- Aren't you afraid of me?

Y/N smiled - but this time, he didn't mock. It was a small smile, almost tender.

- I'm a demon too. But do you know what the difference is?

- I hide from the world because I'm too weak to care.

- You... you expose yourself even knowing what can happen. That's courage. That's... beautiful. - She raised her finger and leaned lightly on his chest. - That's very human.

The touch was almost nothing - but in it, Rui felt something that no battle brought: calm.

For a second, the city didn't exist.

- You're... impossible to read - he whispered.

- I know - she laughed, mischievous. - This makes me mysterious. And irresistible.

He smiled, for the first time in days.

- Stay. Just a little.

Y/N stayed. Leaning on his shoulder, while the rain flowed through the streets.

No promises. No judgments. Only the silence between two worlds that should never have touched each other - and that, even so, found solace in each other.

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—How Rui and Y/N met

The night was a cold body.

Rui walked alone through a side alley of Hongdae, on a solitary mission to track an entity of demonic energy detected by the hunters. His steps were calculated, his senses sharp - but his mind was restless. He still didn't fully master his powers. The shadow in her blood danced nervously, feeling something strangely familiar in the air.

When he turned a corner, he stopped.

There was a red wooden door, poorly lit, with a low rice paper light flashing over the entrance. An iron plate said:

"Open (or not). Come in if you're not afraid."

He frowned. Nothing on the radar. No hostile energy, but... something old. Curious. Too silent.

He pushed the door.

The sound of a small bell rang. Inside, there was a small room covered by bookshelves and hanging plants. Aromas of tea, incense and... wet earth hovered in the air. In the background, sitting on a rustic wooden table, a girl lazily stirred a dark tea in a cracked white cup.

She didn't even look at him.

- You're the loudest thing that's ever come here. - he said calmly, blowing the tea. - Even without saying anything.

Rui was silent. Observing. She had a disinterested but curious look, like someone who knew more than she pretended.

- Are you following me? - he asked.

- You found me, remember? - She smiled, without showing her teeth. - But don't worry. I don't bite anyone... for no reason.

Rui felt the dark heat in his chest vibrate. Something in his blood reacted to her presence - not as a threat, but as recognition.

- You're... like me. - he said, low.

She landed the cup with a slight "click".

- Almost. I'm older. More accustomed. And less... melancholic.

He stood still.

- Did you know I was half-demon?

- Of course. The way you step on the ground is divided. As if you weren't sure if the world belongs to you... or if you should destroy it. - She got up with a gentle movement, as if she had no weight.

- I'm Y/N.

- And before you ask: I'm not on your side. Not even the other. I'm... where I want to be.

Rui hesitated.

She walked around him as if walking inside a song. Then, he stopped, right in front of him.

- You're hunting a demon who fled through this area, aren't you?

- I am.

- And do you think you'll be able to catch him... bleeding inside like that?

Silence.

She laughed softly.

- Sit down. I make a tea for demonic pain. It doesn't heal, but makes it bearable.

Rui didn't sit on a mission. I didn't accept help. But for the first time... he did both things.

And that night, between a teaspoon of bitter and the comfortable silence between them, something began that not even hell could explain.

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—In an abandoned shed where Rui trained alone, Y/N appears without being invited... again.

⸻

Rui was sweating.

Not the normal type - the kind that burned inside. The night was stuffy, and he trained alone in the basement of an abandoned building, with his fists wrapped in black bandages, hitting a cracked concrete wall. The demonic energy that bubbled in his body needed a way out.

- Are you trying to punish yourself... or just show how hot you are on your back? - asked a voice behind him, sweet as bitten fruit.

He froze.

You didn't need to turn around to know.

Y/N. Again.

It always appeared when he wanted more than she didn't... and needed her more than she did.

She walked slowly through the shed. He wore a wide sweatshirt and sleep shorts, as if he had gotten out of bed and decided to invade his training on a whim. The hair was stuck anyway. But the look? Alive, curious, a little wild.

- You're going to die like this, you know? Fighting against what you feel... and pretending that this here - she pointed her finger at his body, going up from the shoulders to the neck - is not pure sin walking around.

- Go away, Y/N. - he said, without staring at her.

- Ahn... no. - She got closer. - Do you know what I think? I think you get angry because when I say these things... you think about them later. Lying down. Biting the lip.

Rui cracked his jaw.

- You think everything is funny, don't you?

- Almost everything. - She smiled. He stopped in front of him, inches away. - But the way you look at me when you're angry? That... this is pure entertainment.

She raised her fingers and gently touched his collarbone, where a demonic rune protruded from the skin, pulsating in dark tones.

- That shines when I arrive, you know? - he whispered. - I bet your body is more honest than your mouth.

Rui grabbed her wrist, firmly.

Not aggressive.

Firm.

She didn't retreat. She only arched an eyebrow, satisfied.

- Did you see? You never really push me away.

Silence.

She leaned over to his face. The lip almost touching his, but no. The tension between the two was absurd, like a stretched wire about to burst.

- One day - she murmured, against the hot skin of his neck - you'll stop running away from me. And on that day, you won't sleep. Not even for seconds.

And before he could answer, she disappeared - literally.

Leaving only the sound of his heart... and a drop of perfume floating in the air.

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The city slept, but hell stirred inside Rui. And only one person had the touch capable of taming it - or setting it on fire for good.

⸻

The first crack didn't come with screams. It came with silence.

Rui was on his knees on the roof terrace of the hotel where Huntrix was between missions. The red eyes vibrated like lighthouses in the darkness. The runes on his skin pulsated - no longer like tattoos, but like live cracks, expelling raw, fierce, unstable demonic energy.

He was losing control.

Alone.

Again.

Until she shows up.

Y/N walked barefoot, with too soft steps for the hard concrete. He was wearing only a white shirt of his, too big, dropped on one of his shoulders, with the buttons misaligned as if he had slept on it. His smell mixed with hers created a perfume that no laboratory in the world would know how to synthesize.

- Rui... - her voice was low, but it carried gravity. - Look at me.

He didn't answer. The aura around him was dense, suffocating. The sky seemed to weigh under his back. Black claws began to form in his hands, and the eyes... were no longer his. It wasn't him anymore.

- Rui... - she knelt in front of him, ignoring the heat that burned around. Her hair danced with the energy he exhaled, as if floating in hot water. - Breathe.

- Get out... - he growled, his voice distorted, full of something primitive. - Now. I don't want to hurt you.

- And do you think this scares me? - she touched his face, ignoring the heat that cut like a blade. - I came for this. To hold you. Even if it's with the skin.

He shouted. But not from pain. It was the scream of a broken man - inside, outside, for everything he held for too long.

She hugged him.

With strength. With the whole body. With his chest pressed to his, with his fingers holding the back of his neck as if holding a thread of soul about to get lost in the wind.

And it was there, at that moment, that he kissed her.

Not a rehearsed kiss. Not a cinematic kiss.

A necessary kiss.

A rough kiss, made of desire, fear, anger, love and survival. His lips brushed hers with fury - as if there was no other way to stay alive besides that touch. She answered with the same intensity, the same sweet chaos that always existed between them.

His hands accidentally tore the white shirt. The button fell. The fabric gave way. But she didn't back down.

She moaned low against his mouth, and that was the last straw.

He laid her there, on the warm floor of the roof, with the sky spinning in demonic tones above. The hands sliding through her skin, the eyes shining like tamed fire - just for her.

She pulled him to herself, with her legs wrapped around his waist, as if belonging was a physical gesture.

And that night, they didn't make love.

They fell apart in each other.

Between intense kisses, choppy words, electric touches and stuck sighs, Rui finally surrendered. Not to darkness - but to love. To the delivery. To the fact that he never had to fight alone.

——————

After...

He woke up with her sleeping on his chest. The white shirt - now without buttons - still involved part of her body.

He didn't say anything.

But he folded the piece and kept it in his mission backpack.

He takes her with him to this day.

And when you feel that the anger comes back... or the pain...

He touches the fabric.

Remember the smell.

From the touch.

From the kiss that saved him.

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—They often meet to have sex, but there's something else behind it:

Because Rui always came back to her. It didn't matter how much I denied it. His body had already decorated the path.

⸻

It was always after some mission.

Always at night.

Always in silence.

Always in the same forgotten hotel room, between the north of Seoul and nowhere.

Rui opened the door with tired eyes, his body still dirty with battle - and there she was.

Y/N. Sitting on the bed with messy sheets, wearing one of his T-shirts, always fallen on a shoulder, her bare legs crossed as if she had been waiting for hours... or seconds.

She didn't ask if he was coming.

She knew.

He locked the door, and in seconds, the two were already on each other.

It wasn't in a hurry. It was hunger.

Hunger for touch, for skin, for forgetting the world that hated them for existing.

Rui pushed her against the wall with his mouth glued to her neck, his fingers dragging the fabric of the T-shirt, his red eyes shining as if it lit up from the inside.

Y/N scratched him with pleasure, urgently, pulling his blouse up, biting his lower lip, with that smile of someone who knew exactly what she did to him.

- Are you going to try to pretend you didn't want that? - she whispered, laughing against her mouth.

- Shut up. - he murmured, hoarse, before kissing her again, as if he needed to prove to himself that she was real.

The meetings were explosive.

The bed creaked. The lamp was falling. Sometimes, they didn't even get there.

A mirror had already cracked. The ceiling sometimes blinked.

Because when Rui surrendered, the power inside him reacted with hers - like two demons recognizing each other in the middle of the fire.

She said it was like beating with lightning.

He said it was like dying for a few seconds... and resurrecting with the taste of wine on her lips.

They made love like someone who fought.

Like someone who disarmed bombs with their own hands.

Like someone who asked for forgiveness with his tongue and swore with his hips.

And then...

Silence.

Sometimes she lay on his chest, playing with the necklace he never took off.

Sometimes he slept with his hand on her bare back, as if only that kept him whole.

No one knew about these meetings.

Not even his group.

Not even her demons.

It was a secret only for them.

A room that existed between worlds.

Where Rui stopped being a soldier, half-monster, leader, legend.

And it was only his. And hers.

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kurostrappy · 1 day ago

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Pepper Saucen

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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Daeun (Baby Saja) x R.femele.

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Daeun Baby Saja ("real" and more human version, with a still latent demonic background) and Y/n, a human girl with a personality silent, of few words, but with a sweet and magnetic charm - a calm presence that speaks with the gaze and gestures.

Daeun (Baby Saja) - this contrast between his sweet appearance and playful behavior (with powerful voice and love for extremely spicy food) makes him irresistibly complex.

His playful side, his passion for absurdly spicy food and that silent and sweet dynamic with Y/n, which contrasts beautifully with his intensity

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In Seoul, at night. A cultural festival takes place in a park, with colorful lights and music in the background. The Saja Boys will secretly perform - as part of a demonic mission - but something unexpected changes Baby Saja's plans.

—————

The stage lit up in scarlet tones, the lights flashed to the rhythm of a deep and mesmerizing sound. Among the four dancers, he was the most discreet - and, therefore, the most dangerous.

Baby Saja rotated gently in the center, with his holographic jacket flickering like sparkling wings. The angelic face, hiding ancient secrets, lit up by flashes and cameras - but his gaze... constantly deviated to the side of the crowd.

She was there.

Y/n.

The girl with calm eyes, slow steps and silent presence.

She always stayed close to the stage, but never screamed. I never extended my cell phone. I never asked for an autograph. He just watched with an almost disturbing serenity - as if he saw beyond the music, beyond the stage. As if you really saw him.

After the show, while the fans dispersed and the other Saja Boys celebrated the screams sucked by the unsuspecting souls, Baby Saja stood still, without haste. Something in him prevented him from following the others.

In the dark behind the stage, he saw a reflection of her brightness. Y/n was sitting on the edge of a deactivated fountain, eating blue cotton candy, alone.

He approached with silent steps, as if he was afraid of breaking something fragile.

"You... always watch, but never talk," he murmured, his voice low like wind in glass.

She turned her eyes to him. I didn't say anything. He just offered the other side of the cotton candy. The gesture was so simple - but so direct - that he was paralyzed.

"Don't you think I'm scary?"

She tilted her head slightly, like someone who thinks before answering, and then pointed to his chest. His fingers touched above the heart.

"Tum tum," she whispered.

He laughed - not of debauchery, but of relief. For the first time in centuries, he felt something... soft.

"You know what we are, don't you?" - he asked. "Demons. Soul hunters. Brilliant farces."

She looked into his eyes - a deep look, which she didn't judge, she just saw.

Y/n raised her shoulders, like someone who says: 'So what?'

"You... don't say almost anything," he whispered. "But it's like screaming inside my head."

Silence.

He sat next to her. The two shared the candy while the park lights dimmed. She moved her bare feet in the shallow water of the fountain, and he kept watching the waves form with each touch.

"I'm afraid," he admitted. "To be myself near you. And at the same time... only near you can I feel more human than a monster."

Y/n turned his face to him. It was so close now that he could smell her soap - something simple, like rice flower.

She drew her finger and drew an imaginary word in the air, very slowly:

"Stay."

And he stayed.

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In the following days, Baby Saja began to disappear from rehearsals. I was missing the shows. He spent more time sitting with her in places where the world seemed to stop - silent libraries, hidden coffee shops, abandoned gardens.

No one understood. Not even him.

But every time Y/n held her finger and silently wrote on the palm of his hand words she didn't say with her mouth, he knew that there, even without speaking, she said everything.

—————

Three days after the first meeting at the edge of the fountain. Daeun discreetly calls Y/n for a number that only she knows. He invites her to a special place: a small street stall hidden in a Hongdae alley, famous among demons and brave humans... for the "insane" level of spiciness of the food.

⸻

Daeun was wearing a sweatshirt and a cap facing back. Large dark glasses covered his eyes, but it was impossible to hide that mischievous smile that already promised confusion.

Y/n appeared in the usual way: discreet, in neutral clothes, with a curious look, without saying a word.

"Would you trust me with all your senses, Y/n?"

He said, swinging a little red bottle as if it were liquid gold.

"This pepper is from another dimension. Literally."

She raised an eyebrow.

He smiled even more.

"Let's make a deal: if you can prove it without crying... I'll sing for you. Just for you. With the real voice, no joke."

Y/n hesitated. Then he looked at him, opened the bag he always carried on his shoulder... and took out a handkerchief. He put it on the table with a calm gesture. It was inside.

Daeun widened his eyes, genuinely impressed.

"You're much more dangerous than you seem, you know?"

The dish came: a bowl of tteokbokki (Korean rice balls), covered by a sauce so red that it seemed to shine.

Daeun ate first. As always, without even blinking. Satisfied, like someone who drinks water.

Y/n held the chopshot calmly. He got a little piece. He looked at him.

"Are you sure?" - he asked, for the first time doubting whether it was a good idea.

She took a little bite.

And she was absolutely... serene.

Daeun widened his eyes, gaping.

She wiped her mouth with the handkerchief and raised a finger: "now you must sing."

He leaned forward, his face softening. For the first time, he took off his sunglasses, revealing the vivid red eyes that he always hid - they didn't shine with malice, but with something more... vulnerable.

"It's. But this one is just for you."

And there, in the middle of the alley, between hanging lanterns and smoke from the plate, Daeun began to sing. The voice came out light, almost childish - a sweet falsetto that made the heart vibrate, but then... suddenly, it went down to a deep, hoarse tone, vibrant like thunder.

Y/n, even quiet, laughed with her eyes. He cheated on her again.

"It's my charm," he said with a little smile. "You should know that I nail tricks."

She took a pen and wrote on a napkin:

"Even so, he sings beautifully."

Daeun read. Then he looked at her with a slightly more serious look.

"You're the only person who doesn't run when you hear me really sing. The only one who doesn't cry with the pepper. The only one... who looks at me as if I were just... me."

Before they left, he took the same napkin where she wrote and put it in his pocket.

"I'll stick this on my mirror. Give me luck before the shows. And... maybe courage."

Y/n touched his sleeve. Light. Quick. But it was enough for him to feel his demonic heart miss a beat.

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Two days after the meeting at the pepper stall. It's already night. The sky is strange - still clouds, the darkened moon. There are rumors among the demons that the Honmoon Barrier is weakening. Something is coming.

Daeun had disappeared since then. No message. No sign.

Y/n, even discreet, felt it missing like a note in silence.

She finds him, by chance, sitting on top of an empty building, with the city pulsating down there - lights and cars like electric nerves. He's alone, without makeup, without costumes. Natural red eyes, exposed. Dropped shoulders.

When she approaches, he doesn't turn around. Just say, without facing:

"Did you know? That our music... steals pieces from people. Every show, every note. They applaud us and die inside. Slowly."

Silence.

"And I like to sing. That's the worst."

His voice breaks.

"I really like it."

Y/n approaches slowly. Take something out of your pocket: the napkin with the phrase "Even so, it sings beautifully."

She folds carefully and leaves it next to him, as if to say: "It's still you."

He turns his face to her - his eyes now moist, no disguise, no tricks. Only Daeun, the boy who once was something before becoming a demon.

"You... listen to me even when I'm screaming inside, right?"

She doesn't answer. Just sit next to him. Lean your head slightly on his shoulder.

"When you stay close, Y/n... I sing differently. As if the pain leaked between the notes. As if I wanted to be forgiven, but I don't know why."

A strong wind blows. He senses: something is approaching. The other demons will hunt. The barrier is ruining. Soon their world and hers will collide.

He takes a deep breath. Close your eyes.

"If I disappear after today... I want you to know that it was real. Even if I was made to lie, you were real to me."

Y/n moves. Turn your face. And without a word, he holds his face between his hands.

Look inside the red eyes as if to say: "then stay."

And for the first time...

Daeun is not afraid of what he is.

There, in silence, two worlds touch each other without words. The demon and the human. The boy who sings to steal - and the girl who never needed to speak to be heard.

But in the distance, in the skies of Seoul... the sound of thunder opens the next beat of fate.

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It's high night. The sky seems made of smoke. After the confession at the top of the building, Daeun and Y/n walked aimlessly, hands almost touching, hearts screaming in silence. They end up entering an old forgotten rehearsal room, full of pillows, red curtains, mirrors covered by sheets, low light. A hiding place of the world.

Daeun closes the door slowly behind him. The world out there dissolves.

Y/n walks slowly to the center of the room, turning her back. He observes the way she breathes. How her shoulders go up and down. How the hair falls delicately on the back of the neck.

"Tend me if I go too far," he whispers.

"You just need to look at me... and I'm stop."

She turns around. Firm eyes. And it approaches.

Not a word is said.

But she touches his fingers - gently. Like someone who reads a silent melody on the skin.

Daeun closes his eyes, goosebumps.

"You disassemble me just by touching me, you know?" He whispers, deep, hoarse voice - different from the usual lightness. The real one.

She raises her fingers to his face. Touch your cheeks. The mouth.

Then he holds her waist, gently, pulling slowly, like someone who is afraid of breaking something rare.

Their lips meet calmly. There's no hurry. It's a kiss that starts light, shy, but grows with every second. As if everything that was contained until then now required to exist.

Their breathing mixes. He leans his forehead against hers.

"I wish I could live only in this minute with you."

She puts her arms around his neck, pulling him back. And kiss again, deeper. This time, he moans low, without holding back. Not of pain. But of relief. Of delivery.

⸻

They lie down on the red cushions. Still dressed. But the touches change - fingers in the hair, hands on the back, the bodies adjusting, like notes fitting into a secret melody.

Nothing is vulgar. Nothing is fast.

They are two tired souls, thirsty for tenderness.

He sings to her there, softly, with his lips touching the skin of his shoulder, as if each note were an oath. His voice vibrates inside her - not by hearing, but by touch.

She holds his face and looks deep.

"Tum tum," she whispers.

And he understands: his heart is still beating. For her.

——————

At dawn, they fall asleep intertwined. Still dressed, but covered by warmth, by promise, by everything words can't say. The world keeps to collapse outside.

But for one night...

They were just a boy and a girl.

Before the war. Before the end.

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The first beam of light enters through the torn curtain of the old rehearsal room. Everything there smells like a memory: sleeping perfume, light sweat, contained fear and a sweetness that did not exist before.

Daeun wakes up first.

Her face is buried in Y/n's shoulder, her arms still around her body. Her chest rises and comes down slowly. She sleeps as if there was no more world, more war, more Saja Boys. Only him. Only them.

"Tum tum..." he whispers, like someone who reads a mantra.

He watches her in silence for long minutes. As if every detail of her needed to be kept in memory - in case you can never see her like that again.

But then... he feels it.

A change in the air.

Cold. Sharp. Familiar.

"No... not now..."

He sits suddenly, tense, his red eyes lit uncontrollably. Outside, the sky is not clear. There are black cracks tearing the clouds - signs that the hunters of the underworld are moving. And he knows why.

They felt the break.

The breaking of the sacred rule: a Saja doesn't love. A Saja doesn't surrender.

And Daeun surrendered.

⸻

He touches Y/n's face with haste and affection. She wakes up with a calm look, even feeling the tension in his body.

"Y/n... you need to get out of here. Now."

She frowns. Don't ask. He just gets up, already understanding everything with a look.

"Do they come after me?"

She writes with her fingers on the palm of his hand.

He shakes his head.

"No. Behind both of us."

——————

On the outside, Romance Saja and Mystery Saja are already in the alley. The eyes shining. The air loaded with demonic magic. One of them smiles:

"She? Really, Daeun? A mute human?"

"She listens to me. More than any of you."

"So she'll listen when you die for her."

Daeun closes his eyes.

When you open it, your voice is no longer the usual sweet one.

Not even the deep rap.

It's the original voice.

The demonic voice.

He used it only on stage, with limits. But now, he screams - not to hurt, but to defend.

The word explodes in the alley like thunder:

"Silence!"

The two demons fall to their knees, their ears bleeding, the energy broken.

Y/n holds his shirt from behind, scared, but firm. She sees. He's bleeding from his mouth. Using that voice... has a price.

"I won't let them touch you," he says, turning to her.

"Ever if I need to be expelled from their world."

She writes a single word on her palm:

"Stay."

And he stays.

They run together through the streets of Seoul. Now fugitives. Condemned lovers.

But there's something new in his eyes.

No fear.

Freedom.

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Inspiring name in the post of:

@filijester

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kurostrappy · 1 day ago

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How would yandere saja boys react to reader being a child of Gwi ma, but is nothing like him as in they want to help people?

Saja Boys x Demon!GN!Reader

a/n; i keep missing in my fics, i keep forgetting the plot!! so sorry anon,, i don't know what i'm trying to do in this one (⁠´⁠;⁠︵⁠;⁠`⁠) but i do love the new scenario!! tho sadly this isn't obviously yandere,,

— 👑

"Dying king with a crumbling crown," you hum, a teasing smile stretching across your feline lips. "Will he let the fire go out?"

Jinu sighs, absentmindedly plucking his strings. "As much as I love seeing two tigers, I think it'd be best if you take another form. It's creepy watching you talk with its teeth."

With a chuckle, you shapeshift into his bird instead, licks of fire dying as soon as it appeared. You made sure to keep the tiny hat on. "Yeah, sure, okay. Hey, that was a pretty bold move to your king. Y'know, my creator."

One of his demon companions snort. You snap your eyes toward the one with abs. "That's Jinu for you. Knows what he wants, knows what Gwi-Ma wants. As it's always been."

Jinu doesn't react, he doesn't reply—yet, you and the rest of the Saja Boys could tell he's deeply uncomfortable. He continues his focus on his bipa.

Baby coughs. "Look, I'll do the rapping, yeah?"

"I already said that—"

... After a while, you stare blankly as they get lost in their planning. Listening to every word. Paying attention to their movements. You can barely contain the frown itching to crawl on your—oh, wait. You have a beak.

"Master," Mystery suddenly calls, poking a finger on your wing.

You make an expression with three eyes. "Do not call me that. What is it, Mystery?"

His lips curl. "Why are you here?"

All your three eyes blink. The rest seem to be intrigued for your answer.

Of course, you're here to disrupt their plans. You don't say that out loud. Always so grateful that you and Gwi-Ma have cut connection, so even he can't hear your spirits.

"I believe I don't need to answer you," you shrug, earning some looks. You flatter your wings and stand on Mystery's shoulder instead. His smile grows. "Just keep doing your magic."

— 🐦‍⬛

You wonder what the Huntrix girls are doing right now.

Probably better than... whatever this is.

"Gwi-Ma is going to be so disappointed in us."

"What? No! The opposite! He'd be so impressed, we'll never have to be punished—"

"Master's waiting for us to move already."

Gwi-Ma this. Gwi-Ma that. Even if you're the literal spawn of the guy, it's still such a bummer with him being the only topic in this damn world. Well, aside from famine and destruction of your kind. Okay. Enough of this. You have to check on the girls.

Jumping off of Mystery's shoulder, you shift into your true form, pink fire dancing in your silhouette.

You thought you could quietly leave but—

"Where are you going?" comes Jinu's voice, inquisitive. Suspicious, almost.

Romance cast you a look. "You haven't even seen our rehearsal yet! Or, maybe, you'd like to see it live—"

You flow your fire to Romance's side, patting his head in reassurance. "I'll be there."

Maybe that's good enough to be convincing. Then, you leave.

— 🔥

In one of the farthest seat of the stadium, you sit and watch as the Huntrix practice for their performance. Put simply, they're amazing. You always did prefer acapella from the girls.

You've taken a human form, hopefully that will be enough for them to lay off if they spot you. Act like one of the staff who's slacking or whatever.

"So this is where you are," a familar deep voice mutters, and you immediately shoot up a hand to their face. A face that's come from a half-body in the seat next to you, the Honmoon tear strong in your senses.

Between your startled glare and fingers, Baby smiles in curiousity as his eyes glow. "I'm a little hurt. Didn't know you prefer the hunters."

You relax. Okay, cool. He found you spying on Huntrix. "No one will believe you."

A cough. You follow the noise on the floor and find three out of four other Saja Boys. Abby, Romance, and Mystery stares at you with something in their expressions—completely unreadable.

"Does Gwi-Ma know you're—"

Hmm. Darn. You interrupt whoever spoke. "Why are you all here? Did you come to look for me?"

You turn, seeing Baby's immense stare on you. But he doesn't answer. None of them do.

... Weirdos.

"Where's Jinu?"

Baby pauses, then points at the other side of the area.

You follow his direction and Jinu barely meets your eyes.

A frown makes its way to your lips. This human... This human is a wonder. You have Gwi-Ma's memories—while the others are fairly content with their sins, you know Jinu's so much more complicated than that.

Honestly. He'll know about Rumi's patterns in one way or another.

Someone pokes your cheek.

You sigh. "Mystery, stop doing that."

"Ah, no, I'm Abby. You're acting weird."

You? Acting weird? Haven't you always been? You look down on your patterns. An intricate design and color unlike the others.

The weight of your memories — not even yours, really — rumbles in the pit of your core. You don't like what you are, or where you are, or who you are. But, at the same time, you care so much. It's hard to think.

"I'm not answering that," you say eventually, using your higher position whenever convenient.

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errmm my bad, also im trying to combine asks as I go ... hrrmmm eeemm hmmmm it's not working well

i tried to go with demon reader (anon1) and reader who hates the saja boys but loves huntrix (anon2) but for this one—they just really don't like what they stand for

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