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Ch 2: Suspicion

Characters: Rumi x fem!reader

A/N: Happy to see so many people interested in the fic thus far!! Have some oblivious Rumi & Zoemira crumbs, as a treat. This one’s longer than the last and that’s starting to become a pattern for future chapters lol. Been trying to change canon to make Rumi & Jinu more BroTP than lovers, which means plenty of new scenes (some my own idea, some inspired by concept art) will be coming soon as well. Enjoy!

Y/N must be a demon.

Rumi mentally pats herself on the back for coming to that conclusion.

“Oh, I brought you a gift as well.” You reach into your purse and fish out a small organza bag filled to the brim with tea packets. “Bobby told me about your voice. These teas have worked wonders for mine when I was sick, I imagine they’ll work the same for you,” you smile innocently. The sight makes Rumi’s stomach do a backflip. Maybe two backflips, even worse. “I’ll be sure to bring you some more during practices so you don’t strain your voice.”

She accepts the bag and studies the packets silently. Chances are they’re better than the “tonics” Dr. Han prescribed to her. Your hands brush from the contact and Rumi fails to suppress a shiver that runs through her. 

“Thank you…” Rumi’s voice trails off when she sees very faint lines poking out under the collar of your fitted shirt. She’s close enough to really see your features, and there’s no denying that it must be your demon patterns. Her eyes narrow, startling you with the sudden change. “Or–or I can take them back! I’m sure I have the receipt somewhere.” 

“That won’t be necessary.” Rumi stated, her voice lacking her usual friendliness. Mira notices the change but doesn’t comment on it. Rumi knows she can’t do anything until she’s sure. And even if she is, there’s nothing she can do with Bobby still here.

Throughout the dinner, she just stares at you. Rumi perked up with every anxious tug on your collar. You tried to ignore it, but her gaze was hard to avoid. The staff needed to refill your water repeatedly because your excessive drinking was doing very little to calm your nerves. You were probably the only person on earth who could upset her in less than 5 minutes of meeting without doing a single thing.

Rumi can’t shake the feeling that she’s seen you before. In battle, no doubt. She can only imagine what grotesque form you have hidden underneath that insanely beautiful human disguise.

You were the first to offer to pay once the check came. Even though Bobby initially wanted to, and all the Huntr/x members were richer than god, a small part of you hoped that doing at least this one thing would help get you off Rumi's shit list for the night. You insisted on leaving with Bobby the second he announced his departure. Rumi gives you one last subtle glare before you leave. Fuck, I’m getting fired for sure. 

Once the two are out of earshot, Rumi turns to the group. “I don’t trust her.”

“But she seems so nice! Bobby was right, she seems perfect.”

Mira raises a brow, “You don’t think she’s good enough?” “I think she’s a demon.” That causes all of them to pause. “Don’t you guys think the timing is weird? A demon boy band shows up out of the blue, and now we have new staff.”

“Well to be fair, Bobby said he really needs some extra hands because of them. She doesn’t seem like a demon…” 

“But look at the Saja Boys! They all appear human, but we know the truth! Underneath their so-called hotness they’re just the same disgusting demons underneath. Y/N is probably the same! She’s like, impossibly pretty.”

Zoey and Mira exchange glances. “I didn’t see any marks…but, we trust your judgement. If she’s really up to something, we’ll get to the bottom of it.” Zoey frowns, “I’ll be so sad if she is. Me and Bobby really like her.”

Rather than working on a new song, the trio began tailing you for a whole half day after practice. Peering around corners with binoculars, dodging behind bystanders whenever you glanced their way. Zoey leaped into a bush. And yet, you seemed completely normal. Not one demon-like quality about you. The whole ordeal left them all tired (and Zoey pulling leaves out of her hair) and one less day spent working on the song. 

“This is hopeless” Mira groans as she flops back onto the couch. “Rumi, are you sure she’s really a demon?”

“She’s too attentive.” Rumi argues, “Y/N seemed so suspicious at rehearsal. She was always writing on her tablet or making secret phone calls. She could be a spy, leaking our choreo and lyrics to the Saja Boys!”

“She's our assistant manager. That's…kind of like her job?” Zoey shrugs, snapping off a twig that had dug its way through the holes in her knit sweater. 

“Now I know I can read people pretty well, but Rumi, you’re a whole different story. How much of the session did you spend looking at Y/N instead of memorizing the routine?”

Okay, maybe she spent a little extra time studying you, but she couldn’t help it. It was in the name of research. She noticed how the back of your tablet is filled with stickers of different aquatic life; ranging from sea lions to orcas to whales and many more. Meaning, you have to be a water demon. In Rumi’s mind, she was just connecting the dots!

Rumi deflects the question. “Then what were those marks I saw…”

“Rumi, don’t you think you’re overthinking this?” Mira asks. “Whatever it was you saw on her could’ve been anything. Maybe a scratch or a medical scar. I’m all for killing demons, but in all fairness, you’ve really never given her a chance.” 

“Maybe she isn’t working with the Saja Boys at all and is just trying to support us?” Zoey adds. “I mean, they may be strong, but even they couldn’t hide their patterns for very long.” Rumi looks pensively between the two. “I’ll…I’ll think about it,” she relents as she retires to her room.

Once she leaves, Mira turns to Zoey. “You think she’s gay panicking?” 

“I’ve never seen a gay more panicked.”

“Right…should we, like, do something?”

“I think it’s best we let her figure it out…”

Rumi closes the door behind her, leaning back against it. She could be wrong. But at the same time, she doesn't want to risk the safety of the group. She sighs disheartenedly, looking out her window for an answer. Instead, she sees…a crow with a hat? 

She tilts her head as she steps onto the balcony. “Is that a bird? Wearing a tiny hat?” The bird shrieks, revealing 2 extra sets of yellow eyes right under the first. 

“What?” The bird walks along the railing in an unbothered fashion towards the end of the balcony. Rumi follows with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

From the shadows, a set of bright glowing eyes appear behind her, followed by a low rumbling growl. Rumi gasps, materializing her saingeom to point it at the creature. The feline slowly emerges from the darkness, and Rumi needs a moment to comprehend the sheer size of it. It stalks closer and closer until it knocks down a flowerpot. The tiger brings its massive paw down to position it back up. It fails once. Then twice. On the third attempt, Rumi turns to the bird for an explanation, who only squawks the equivalent of a sigh. Rumi bends down to fix the pot upright. The tiger’s pupils dilate, stepping forward, only to knock it over again. She laughs, the bird tilts its head up and caws once more.

“No. No really, it's okay. Just leave it.” The tiger sits up. “What are you?” Rumi asks in awe. The tiger’s mouth opens and an object spills out from its tongue. Rumi picks up the slimy card. 

“Hello, friend.” It reads on the cover. She opens it to reveal a note written in Korean, “Jinu? Ji–Jinu? Oh, meet you? Ugh,” she scoffs, “I’m not gonna meet you. Who do you think you–” she yelps as the crow flies past her and settles on the tiger’s head. The tiger sinks into the swirling blue pool forming under its body. Its eyes don’t stray from the flowerpot as it vanishes past the Honmoon’s seal. Rumi leans over the railing and sees the tiger re-appear in the streets below. It only casts a brief glance at Rumi before it sets off, no doubt leading her to wherever Jinu is waiting. Rumi smirks, crumbling the note in her hand. “Okay, Jinu. Let’s meet.”

The tiger leads her to an empty shopping district with tiered eaves and stone statues. The area was lit by the soft glow of a few scattered lanterns. Rumi peers around the corner just in time to see the tiger jump into a building, disappearing completely. On the top of a roof, a figure stands with his back towards her. Jinu.

She parkours onto walls and roofs, twirling and spinning mid air until she reaches the top, drawing her blade. Rumi lunges. Her blade slices through his body with a deep battle cry. Its head rolls to the edge, turning out to be only a mannequin with a wig. “What?”

“Wow. I wasn’t expecting a hug, but–” Rumi yells angrily, pointing the tip of her blade to his neck. Jinu backs away with his palms held out, “Jeeze, okay, okay.” He jumps backwards onto the next building, Rumi still swinging. “Calm down, I thought the mannequin was gonna be a fun icebreaker,” he squats down, trying and failing to explain himself to Rumi. “But I see I was wrong.”

They jump onto another building because of Rumi’s relentless swinging. “Hey! I just wanna talk.” “Talk?”

“About your patterns? But first, I wanna talk about those pants,” he points down. “Teddy bears and Choo Choo trains? Really?” Rumi looks at him in disbelief. Jinu whispers a train sound that only serves to piss her off even more. She slams her saingeom down, “You were supposed to be dead!”

“Woah, hey! I could’ve told your friends what you are.” He holds his hands out in defense. Jinu vanishes in a purple mist, appearing on the other side of the roof. “But I didn’t, did I? Because they don’t know.”

Rumi gasps, giving it away. “Ah, I did guess right. A demon girl, also hunter. Hiding, walking around free in the human world.”

“Just hunter, not demon.” “Then how’d you get the patterns?” he points out. “Thats none of your business.” 

“Huh…I know what it feels like to have them.”

“Feel? You’re a demon. Demons don’t feel anything.”

“Is that what you think? That’s all demons do. Feel. Feel our shame, our misery. It’s how Gwi-ma controls us. Do you not hear him in your ear?” Rumi narrows her eyes at the new information. “What are you talking about?”

“Huh, you’re lucky. I’ll never forget the first time I heard him. That was 400 years ago.” He tells his story of his poor family, how Gwi-ma called out to him, gave him his voice, only to be condemned to the demon realm. “Every day since, I’ve been haunted by the memory of failing them. These,” Jinu holds out his glowing hands, “are a constant reminder of my shame. A shame I can never escape.” 

He looks down at Rumi, “Yours are a reminder too, of a shame of your own.”

Rumi’s gaze hardens, “You don’t know me.”

“You know you can tell me. I’ll understand. I’m the only one who can.” Rumi raises her sword to his chest, a signal for him to back off. “I’m nothing like you.”

“Denial, I get it.” Jinu walks backwards to the edge of the roof. “I was there once too. I’ll be here when you’re done pretending. Until next time.”

“There won’t be a next time!” Rumi grits out, raising her sword. Jinu disappears into mist before she can land a strike. She yells at the empty spot in defeat.

When Rumi arrives back home, she tosses her pajamas into a hamper and gets into bed. Now is not the time to think about him, but the fans. The signing event tomorrow will be the perfect distraction. No Saja, no Jinu, just Huntrix and their fans.

—

“The saja boys will sit with us!” 

Maybe it's not too late to pick a better career.

You were assigned mundane tasks before the event. Arranging all the signing materials, ensuring the limo would arrive on time, all simple things to ease Bobby’s workload. You thought you’d be able to just sit back in the sidelines and let Bobby handle the rest. After all, there wouldn’t be much else to do once the event started. But now that the Saja Boys are here, sitting between each idol no less, you’re forced to anxiously mend the chaos unfolding between the two groups. 

First, by finding a way to mask Mira’s reddening face from her growing annoyance as she sits between the pink haired Saja Boys, glaring fiercely at the two, and also at Mystery for whatever reason. You figured you’d start there.

Across the way, Jinu turns to Rumi. “I didn’t think you liked sharing.” “I love sharing.”

“Oh, so you shared your secret to your friends? Should I tell them?”

“No, I’m going to tell them, eventually.” Rumi glances down at the table, seeing you approach Mira from the side. Then looks at Zoey, whose grinning ear to ear while speaking to another fan. 

“Heyy Mira, want some water?” You hold out a bottle. She mutters a small “No thank you” while staring daggers at the back of Mystery’s head. If looks could kill…

“Well, if Mira isn’t thirsty…” Abby’s hand encircles your wrist, trailing it down until he grasps the bottle, “I’m parched, mind if I take this?” He asks with a smug grin.

A few fangirls scream and faint in the crowd which draw the attention of both Zoey and Rumi. Zoey brushes it off, seeing how repulsed you looked at the action and laughing when you snapped your hand back from Abby. But Rumi’s eyes remain fixated on the scene, feeling strangely uneasy at the sight.

“If you’re so confident about stealing our fans,” she whispers to Jinu, “why infiltrate our staff in the first place, then?” His brows furrowed. Rumi cocked her head to your direction, then he finally got the hint, His mouth twisted into a smile. “She is not one of ours, though I wish I thought of that.” Jinu admits, pleased at the way Rumi’s expression shifts into disbelief.

Could she actually be innocent? “And how do I know you’re not lying to me?”

He simply shrugs. The next fan who steals his attention gives Rumi the chance to mull over this revelation. Rumi casts her gaze back to your direction. When your eyes meet, she turns back to the stack of posters in front of her, face flushed a light shade of pink from being caught staring.

“Does she know?” Jinu asks. “Or is she just another person you’re hiding your true self from?”

“Are you whispering?” A fan, a girl with glasses and a bob, smiles between the two. Rumi and Jinu sign the poster quickly before handing it back. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” She points at her cotton shirt with the words “Rujinu” painted on, along with a very interesting drawing. The two awkwardly laugh as the fan walks towards the other members.

“Thanks for coming~ No! Bad Saja Boy!” Zoey reprimands Mystery with an exasperated sigh after barking at yet another fan. “Y/N?” she calls out. You rush over, “Yeah, Zoey?”

“Do you happen to have a spray bottle?” You blink. What a perfectly reasonable item to have on hand. “...I can find one?” 

“Fantastic–Hey! No more barking.” Zoey swats Mystery’s head with her pen. Dear god these boys.

Rumi signs another poster. “I’m not going to talk to someone who's helping Gwi-ma.”

“I’m helping myself. Look, if I help him, he’s promised he’d erase my memories. And those voices in my head will be gone.” “Pathetic.” “I’m pathetic? You can’t even talk about your patterns.” Rumi crushes his foot with the heel of her boot. 

“Excuse me Mr. Jinu? I made this for you.” A young fan hands him a drawing. “Uh, for me?” He gently takes the drawing from the fan. Rumi looks over to see it, smiling at the image.

“Maybe, listen to those voices, instead of the ones in your head.”

Jinu stares at the drawing for a moment too long. He stands abruptly, gaining the attention of everyone in the room just by the simple action, “Unfortunately the Saja Boys have to run. Thank you everyone.” The fans chant their names, tossing bouquets of roses to each of the Saja Boys before they depart. 

As the event winds down, the group huddles around Bobby, whose eyes are glued to his phone. “The internet loves this, and the internet is never wrong!” 

Mira grabs the phone as Bobby speaks, “Rujinu! That’s genius…Zoeystery, where did they come up with that?”

“Mi-ro-mabby? Ugh.” Zoey’s smile dims for a split second. “You guys look cute together…” Mira clenches the phone tighter.

“Even Y/N is getting attention.” Zoey snatches the phone holds it out towards Rumi.

Rumi stared at the screen. “…what exactly am I looking at?” 

“Everyone’s arguing over what you and Y/N’s ship name would be. But no one knows what to call it since they have no idea what her name is. They must’ve loved how attentive she was. She’s the best!” Rumi silently wonders how all this is even possible. Until she remembers her fanbase—They see a second of eye contact and run with it. She’s pretty sure that’s how the Zoey and Mira allegations started a year ago.

As if on cue, Zoey jogs to the other end of the room to hand you back the spray bottle you lent her. Rumi’s eyes follow. 

Maybe she is wrong. She really hopes she isn’t. Because if she is, Rumi’s got a lot of making up to do.

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A lot of you seem to be interested in new chapter updates for my Rumi x reader fic.

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⋆˙⟡ Let the Light In ⟡˙ ⋆

Ch 1: First Meet

Characters: Rumi x fem!reader

Synopsis: You’re the new assistant manager to Huntr/x. Follows the events of canon.

A/N: Honestly didn’t think I’d ever write for this fandom but I needed more Rumi x reader content so I hope y’all enjoy :))) This is also my first time writing a fic longer than 2K words & while this 1st Ch might be a little short, the rest I’ve written are def longer.

Magenta.

That single red blue mix bounces off the idols’ eyes as they stare at the growing collapse of their beloved Honmoon.

“How did we go from gold…to this?” The question hangs heavy in the air. “Look at all the weak spots, we’ve never seen the Honmoon like this before.”

“Gwi-ma must know we’re close to sealing it for good.”

“So he sends a demon boyband?” Mira questions.

“Well, it’s working.”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure “Soda pop” is just a fad. These boys will be old news by next week, you’ll see.” Zoey’s reassurances come to a halt at the familiar ding of their elevator.

“Girls?” In unison, the group quickly covers up the evidence of their battle in makeup before turning to him with an energetic “Hi Bobby!”

“It’s a lot more serious than I thought. The Saja Boys have gone completely viral after that variety show. They even have their own fandom!” His thumb scrolls through the new dance trend based on the Saja Boys’ public performance. Bobby’s shoulders sway to the catchy music, as do Zoey’s behind him.

“Bobby! Control those shoulders.” “Zoey!”

“Wow, it is catchy,” Zoey remarks. Bobby closes the app, glancing up at her. “Yeah, you’re right, Zoey. They’re amazing, but they suck. I’m sorry, I’ve been glued to this tiny screen for hours.” He sighs, turning to face the blue cityscape outside their window.

“I just need to look away and…woo” his palm presses flat against the glass, “Relax Bobby. It's just social media numbers, not the end of the world.” Unless you’re a Hunter. To which then, it's just the start of the end of the world. Bobby’s eyes lit up, “But that reminds me! I actually have a surprise for all of you.”

“Bobby, we love you, but we really don’t need a vacation right now,” Rumi pleads.

“No, it's not that. But I'll gladly try to make room for one if any of you need the time! Let’s just sayyy a new member will be joining our staff!!” Bobby exclaims. “I have a feeling we’ll be all hands on deck pretty soon and I’m in need of a little help so,” he claps, “I’m taking on a new assistant manager. You guys are gonna love her. She's absolutely perfect. She’s got good work ethic, creativity…” Bobby drones on and on, technically spoiling the surprise as he rattles off this woman’s praises. But Rumi can’t help but be suspicious of the timing. A new demon boy band appearing out of the blue and a new assistant manager at the same time? Feels a little too on the nose.

“You’ll get to meet her later tomorrow, I’ve arranged time in your schedules for all of us to meet over dinner.”

A few streets down, in a cozy two bedroom apartment tucked away in the city, you’re busy ransacking your closet until every piece of fabric lays strewn out on the floor. Nothing in your wardrobe feels right.

I don’t have any outfits, you deem, standing in a mixed pile of dresses, shirts, and bottoms. After all, what were you supposed to wear to meet K-pop idols? Workwear might be too professional for the location, but going too casual could jeopardize your reputation. Decisions, decisions.

A quick ping rings out from your phone sitting on the nightstand, away from all the clutter. You swipe open the notification and see it’s a text from Bobby.

“Good news, the girls are really excited to meet you! We’ll discuss their upcoming project over soju, my treat! See you tomorrow.”

You type out a quick response and glare at the pile of clothes on the floor as if they’ve betrayed you on a spiritual level. You’ll settle on something, eventually.

—

The next day passes quickly for the trio. With so many hours dedicated to magazine photoshoots and music promos, plus the formulation of a diss track on their minds, their exhaustion’s starting to catch up to them. They left the shoot in an SUV that would take them to the last appointment on their schedules: meeting you for the first time.

The trio are the first to arrive at the restaurant: A secluded ramen spot that offered to serve them after hours so that no other customers would be around to see them. Though, that didn’t stop the owners from requesting a quick photo op. They’re guided to a table in a small private room shortly after with menus and water already laid out.

A bell chimes from the door, making the three of them perk up. Two distinct voices grow louder as they get closer, the girls immediately recognizing Bobby by his animated tone. He’s the first to pop in through the door. “Hey girls!”

“Hi Bobby!” They reply in sync. Your figure steps out from behind him, bowing to the group. “Annyeonghasimnikka/Hello everyone, I’m Y/N. I’m honored to be your new assistant manager.”

When she sees you, Rumi’s heartbeat fastens. Her mind goes blank and her mouth goes dry and why does the room feel so much warmer all of a sudden? Now her bomber jacket feels suffocating over her long sleeve, but she’d rather die than take it off.

Mira and Zoey stand in her peripheral, so Rumi does the same, accidentally banging her knee against the edge of the table on her way up. She bows, ignoring the stinging shockwave of pain spreading throughout her entire knee, and wills herself to focus in on the conversation.

“Oh my gosh I’m so happy to meet you! Bobby’s talked about you so much we’re so so lucky to have you!” Zoey beams. Mira watches you with unwavered attention, “Welcome to Huntrix.” Is all she says. Simple, blunt, and straight to the point. Then you look at Rumi, and it’s as if you just sucked all the breath right out of her with just one look.

Y/N is stunning, incredibly so. But that doesn’t explain why Rumi’s senses are going all…haywire. What on earth is making her feel this way?

There can be only one explanation.

Y/N must be a demon.

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⋆˙⟡ Let the Light In ⟡˙ ⋆

Characters: Rumi x fem!reader

Synopsis: You’re the new assistant manager to Huntr/x. Follows the events of canon.

A/N: Welcome to my multi-chapter Rumi x reader fic!! I have a few chs planned/semi written already (15k words so far) with an ending in mind, so I will update this masterlist as I go. Chapters will also be posted on ao3 (but imo the prettier version is on here).

Chapter 1: First Meet

Chapter 2: Suspicion

Chapter 3: ݁₊ ⊹ to be posted ⊹ ₊ ݁.