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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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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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momo-kageyama · 2 days ago

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Condemned Hearts

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Anime: KPop Demon Hunters

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Jae-Hyun ( Romance Saja )x R.femele.

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The seductive demonic idol of the Saja Boys, and a human with a serious, logical, grumpy personality and immune to superficial charm

After so long resisting, Y/N finally surrenders to the feeling for Jae-Hyun. On a hot night, the looks become intense, the touches more intimate. He treats her with affection, respect and desire - every movement full of care and passion.

Without haste, the two explore and love each other for the first time, at a time where the physical and the emotional mix. It was intense, delicate and true.

In the end, lying together, Jae-Hyun whispers that he wants to stay.

And Y/N, for the first time, leaves.

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Y/N is a sensitive human with spiritual ability that makes her immune to the emotional manipulation of demons - which attracts Romance Saja's attention, both as a curiosity and as a challenge. They meet by chance in an old bookstore, after a Saja Boys event.

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– Hanok Bookstore, Seoul – late afternoon, rainy weather

The raindrops drummed gently on the ceramic roof, and the traditional bookstore remained almost empty. It smelled like old wood, aged paper... and cheap incense.

Y/N leafed through a volume of Korean occultism with half-closed eyes, until the doorbell rang. She didn't even turn around. The air around warmed up - a subtle hunch poked her.

Y/N (without looking up):

- There's a romance section there in the background. You can go straight.

Romance Saja (laughing with sweetness):

- What intuition... do you already know that I'm all romance?

Y/N raised his eyes, finding the smile that enchanted millions. He wore a black mask under his chin, the hood of his downed sweatshirt jacket and unconvincing sunglasses.

She looked at the book again.

Y/N:

- I heard your voice before. You sing as if you want to hypnotize an entire church.

(Close the book.)

But to me it sounds just like marketing.

Saja Romance (tilting his head):

- You know who I am... and still ignore me?

Y/N:

- I ignore everyone equally.

He took a step closer to the shelf.

Saja Romance:

- The world revolves around emotion. But you... it's made of granite, right?

(Watch her with genuine interest.)

Have you always been like this?

Y/N:

- Since demons started pretending to be pop stars, yes.

His smile faltered for a second. That was new. A fan would have fainted him just with that look. A hunter would have attacked him. But this girl?

Nothing.

Romance Saja (lowering the tone):

- You feel it... and yet you don't give in. It's almost an offense to my existence.

Y/N (arching the eyebrow):

- Good. So we're even. You offend my intelligence with every wink you give.

Saja Romance:

- Touched.

He leaned against the bookshelf, observing the environment, letting the atmosphere become dense on purpose.

Saja Romance:

- Did you know that most people want to fall in love with something, even if it kills them?

Y/N (colid):

- It only proves how weak people have the survival instinct.

(She closes the book firmly.)

Did you come to suck any soul today?

Romance Saja (whispering):

- Yours, if you let me. But...

(It gets dangerously closer.)

...You don't let anyone get close, do you?

She doesn't back down. Her look was a wall.

Y/N:

- I'll let you. When they deserve it.

The silence between the two was charged - not of sexual tension, as he probably expected, but of pure challenge. She was a puzzle that he couldn't manipulate - and that made him uncomfortable... and curious.

Romance Saja (with the lowest voice):

- Do you hate me?

Y/N:

- No.

(Pause.)

I just think that, of all the demons, you are the most pathetic.

Saja Romance (I really smiled, for the first time):

- So see me as a project. Maybe you'll teach me to be someone better.

Y/N:

- I'm not a possessed boy band babysitter.

She gently pushed him back with the book she was holding. He took two steps back with a defeated, theatrical smile.

Saja Romance (murmuring):

— Y/N...

Y/N:

- If you call me by my name once again with that tone, I'll exorcise you with a limited edition of Mystical Jungianism and make you swallow the pages.

Romance Saja (laying sincerely):

- What a wonderful woman.

Y/N (on your back, leaving):

- And busy. Good night, demon.

She disappeared outside the door, leaving only the sound of the rain and the demon still standing still, half smiling, half... fascinated.

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Romance Saja stayed there for a while longer. For the first time in centuries, he felt something he couldn't manipulate. Curiosity... respect? Maybe even an echo of humanity.

And that was more dangerous for him than any hunter with a sword.

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Since the meeting at the bookstore, Romance Saja, whose real name is Jae-Hyun, couldn't get her out of her head.

Not because of desire.

Not for wounded vanity.

But for something much more dangerous: emotional curiosity - a rare addiction for a demon whose charm has never failed.

Now, he starts to show up where she is. Always with a smile. Always as if it were no big deal.

But Y/N knows. He's hunting. Just not the way you usually do.

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—Abandoned subway station - rainy night, neon flickering in wet concrete

The sound of the wind whistled between the empty tracks. She knew she was being followed - she felt the presence like an electricity stopped at the back of her neck.

Y/N (stopping walking, cold):

- You're subtle like a perfume advertisement.

Jae-Hyun (slow steps, quiet smile):

- I prefer "consistent". It's more poetic.

She turns slowly, the rain-soaked hood falling back, revealing the serious, tired, but unbreakable face.

Y/N:

- Will you keep appearing in every corner of the city until I scream your name and throw myself into your arms?

Jae-Hyun:

- No.

(Pause.)

I just... don't understand you. And that bothers me.

Y/N:

- Okay. Draw me later and it's solved.

Jae-Hyun (taking a step closer):

- You challenge me. Ignore me. You see me as something... smaller.

(Look narrows.)

You're not afraid of me.

Y/N:

- Because I know what you are.

And, honestly? I've seen something scarier in the mirror when I wake up.

A crooked smile sprouts on his lips. But the look... doesn't smile. It's concentrated. Obsessive.

Jae-Hyun:

- Do you have any idea what you're doing?

Where are you getting into?

I'm a demon, Y/N. I feed on human emotion.

But you...

(Pause, the low and dangerous voice.)

You're making me feel.

Silence.

She swallows dry - not out of fear, but out of anger. For knowing that it could be true.

Y/N (firm voice):

- That's not my fault. If it's broken inside, fix it. I'm not your repair.

Jae-Hyun:

- I don't want a fix. I want to understand why...

(Pass your hand over your soaked hair.)

Because it's so easy to hate you, and so hard to leave you alone.

Y/N:

- Because you're addicted to someone who doesn't bow to you.

It makes you feel... human.

He stares at her. For the first time without an answer. No smile.

Jae-Hyun (whispering):

- Is that it, then?

Y/N (turning to leave):

- You don't want me. You want to understand yourself through me.

But I'm not a demon mirror.

Jae-Hyun (low voice):

- No. You are fire.

And I've already started to burn.

She stops, for a moment. The rain flows through their temples. But she doesn't turn around.

Y/N:

- It burns alone.

And it disappears through the entrance of the staircase, leaving Jae-Hyun alone, wet, furious... and strangely alive.

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It's so "he", right? A heartthrob demon who stages his own sadness as if he were in a romantic ballad clip - but in reality it is a rough performance with hidden garden hose.

It's already the third time in the week that Jae-Hyun shows up at the door of his house out of nowhere. Always with some emotionally manipulative excuse. But today... he surpassed himself.

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– calm night, residential neighborhood – 10:45 pm

Y/N locks the living room window and walks to the kitchen when he hears three light knocks on the door.

Toctoctoc.

She sighs deeply, already waiting for who it is. When opening the door, there is Jae-Hyun, completely soaked.

The sweatshirt stuck to the body, the hair strands falling on the forehead. The big eyes, shining in "lost dog" mode. The light on the balcony illuminates the scene as if it were the climax of a dorama.

Jae-Hyun (shaky voice):

- I... was walking... and...

(Falsely chokes on the cold)

...It started to rain. I have nowhere to go.

Y/N (look silently, analytical):

- It was 27 degrees 15 minutes ago. And clear sky.

Jae-Hyun (wide eyes):

- But a storm has fallen now, right here...

(Looks dramatically up)

...About me. Cosmic coincidence.

Y/N (looking around):

- The hose behind the column is on.

Silence.

Jae-Hyun's body freezes. He subtly turns his face and sees the hose dripping water behind him, still dripping on the sidewalk floor.

He sighs... and immediately leaves the little theater.

Jae-Hyun (undoing the pose and hugging each other in the arms):

- Okay, I got the staging angle wrong. But I'm really cold!

(Shakes your arms)

These clothes are thin! The concept was "suffered visual", and I... exaggerated!

Y/N (frowning):

- You faked an emotional storm with domestic plumbing.

Jae-Hyun (with that cynical and charming smile):

- Everything for you.

Y/N (closing the door until there is only a sling):

- Go back to hell, clown.

Jae-Hyun (quickly putting his foot between the door):

- Wait! I brought...

(Take something soaked out of your pocket)

...Strawberry rice cake. It's a little wet, but it's still symbolic!

Y/N:

- Did you wet the candy on purpose to look like you were saved from the rain?

Jae-Hyun (smiling shyly):

- I'm an artist. I work with concept.

She leans her forehead against the door. And lets out a defeated sigh.

Y/N (opening the door slowly):

- A towel. A mug of tea. One hour. Without flirting.

And if you drip on my couch, I'll exorcise you with citrus disinfectant.

Jae-Hyun (already entering with open arms):

- Was that a yes?

(Vit triumphant voice:)

This is emotional growth, Y/N!

Y/N (tosping a towel in his face):

- Shut up, hose Aquaman.

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He spends exactly 58 minutes pretending to tremble, trying to impress her with his "dramatic suffering".

She pretends she doesn't think it's funny. But he puts an extra blanket over his legs while he pretends to doze off.

He knows. She knows he knows.

But no one comments anything.

Because sometimes, the heart opens in silence... or in poorly staged wet performances.

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– 3am – Y/N house

Y/N gets up half groggy to drink water. The silence of the dawn is only broken by a noise... plastic? Dripping?

She goes to the living room and freezes at the door.

There is Jae-Hyun.

Sitting on the couch, with a pink tiara with little ears, a translucent face mask with glitter, and a jade roll carefully passing on the cheeks.

Next to him:

• A portable mirror with LED lighting.

• A digital stopwatch beeping softly.

• And... a pot of brigadeiro in half, with the spoon still in his mouth.

Y/N (winking, incredulous):

- Is this an arcane ritual or just someone else's shame?

Jae-Hyun (without shaking, meeke voice):

— Step 9. Deep hydration with hyaluronic acid and starfish collagen.

(Look at her and smile with glitter on her forehead.)

Do you want to participate? I have extra masks. Green tea or marshmallow.

Y/N:

- You're a demon.

Jae-Hyun:

- And a skin like that is not made alone.

(Go back to the roll.)

If I'm going to invade hearts, I need to have invisible pores.

Y/N (walking to the kitchen):

- You're invading patience.

(Tatch the water bottle and come back.)

And the brigadeiro?

Jae-Hyun (takes the pot as if it were a secret):

- The body needs glucose to maintain its natural shine. It's... demonic alchemy.

Y/N:

- This is called sugar addiction.

Jae-Hyun (with the spoon in his mouth):

- This is called coping mechanism.

She watches him for a few seconds. He now does a circular massage with his fingers, with his eyes closed, as if he were in a private spa.

Y/N:

- Have you ever killed someone with your beauty routine?

Jae-Hyun:

- Already. Of envy.

Silence.

Y/N (murmuring):

- It is not possible that the most dangerous dark being in the underworld uses... sparkling soap with the smell of peach.

Jae-Hyun (opens one eye):

- And sulfate-free shampoo. With lunar rice protein.

She can't resist. Laugh. Little, but enough for him to notice.

Jae-Hyun (playing, triumphant):

- Was that a laugh?

Y/N:

- Don't get excited. It was just a muscle spasm.

Jae-Hyun:

- Spasm of admiration. I accept.

Y/N (leaving, rolling your eyes):

- Go to sleep, Glitter from Hell.

Jae-Hyun (shouting low):

- Only after step 13. Magic fixing mist. Respect me.

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Jae-Hyun became practically an unofficial resident of Y/N's house. He shows up for everything: breakfast, lunch, Netflix, even to water the plants - even without being invited.

But, deep down, he's completely in love. And, after a sequence of embarrassing moments, he decides to give a kiss. But life doesn't make things easy...

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Y/N was organizing the bookshelf when he heard the characteristic noise of Jae-Hyun entering the house for the third time that day.

Jae-Hyun (with a crooked smile, holding a half-withered flower):

- I brought this. I thought you liked... things that die slowly, like me.

Y/N let out a resigned sigh and turned to him, crossing his arms.

Y/N:

- You know you can't just enter my house and steal my tea collection like that, right?

Jae-Hyun:

- But I do it for love. And a little gluttony.

He walked towards her, his eyes shining, the flower swinging in his hand as if it were a sword. Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Suddenly, Jae-Hyun stumbled on the carpet, lost his balance and fell in the direction of Y/N - who widened his eyes.

Before he hit the ground, Y/N held his arm to avoid falling.

Jae-Hyun (eyes on hers, low and sincere voice):

- Sorry... I don't know how to control the heart - and balance.

Y/N couldn't contain himself and exploded in loud laughter, covering his mouth so as not to look rude.

Y/N (between laughs):

- You're a walking disaster! A beautiful disaster, but a disaster.

Jae-Hyun smiled embarrassed, his eyes shining with that light that you only have when you're in love.

Without thinking too much, he pulled her slightly closer and gave her a soft kiss, a little trembling, but full of sincerity.

Y/N (shocked, stopping laughing):

- Wait... did you only kiss me because you fell?

He smiled naughtyly.

Jae-Hyun:

- Maybe. Or because I can't stand pretending I don't feel anything anymore.

Y/N turned red, looked away and finally laughed again, this time softer.

Y/N:

- You charming idiot.

They stood there, half awkward, half happy - a moment that was strange, cute, and absolutely true.

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Y/N spent weeks trying to keep his guard up. But Jae-Hyun kept showing up, helping, getting in the way, cooking the wrong way, taking care of her when she got the flu, leaving silly messages in the mirror with lipstick (which he said was "demonic glamour").

Now, she realizes that, without even realizing it, he stayed.

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Y/N went down the stairs with her hair stuck anyway, wearing an old sweatshirt. The silence of the house was comfortable, but strange.

She was surprised because there was no low music playing in the kitchen. Not even the smell of tea that he always made the wrong way. Nor the dramatic steps of "I'm approaching you poetically".

The house was... empty of him.

She took the mug, took a sip of water, and stood still looking at the empty room.

Y/N (thought):

"Finally a little peace."

Silence.

More silence.

She let out a sigh and murmured:

Y/N:

- What a pain.

She walked to the door, opened it... and there he was. Sitting on the steps, with your back. The hood of the coat raised. The head down. Hands crossed on their legs. Quiet.

Y/N (surprise):

- Are you here... all this time?

Jae-Hyun (turning slowly):

- I was leaving. I promise.

(Smile, kind of awkward.)

I just didn't want to get in the way anymore. I thought... maybe you were tired of me.

She was silent. Something inside her tightened.

Y/N (low voice):

- I am.

He laughed softly and began to get up.

Y/N (complete, looking into his eyes):

- But I'm also...

(Pause. Swallow dryly.)

...Used to you.

He froze.

Y/N (without staring at him):

- You messed everything up, Jae-Hyun.

I'm practical, quiet, rational.

But then you came, with your beautiful face and brigadeiro at 3 in the morning and a thirteen-step routine for a perfect demonic skin...

(I smile from the corner.)

And somehow stupid, you stayed.

He took two slow steps towards her. The eyes shone, but there was no seduction in the eyes - only tenderness.

Jae-Hyun (low voice):

- Stay... is all I wanted.

She took a deep breath. He didn't smile, but he didn't deviate either.

Y/N:

- Then come in.

And don't touch my tea.

And leave me alone.

And stay.

Jae-Hyun (smiling with sparkle in his eyes):

- Yes, ma'am.

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That night, he lay on the couch with a weird pillow and a lemon-printed blanket that she hated.

But he smiled as if he had won the world.

Y/N stood on the stairs for a while, watching him sleep.

And for the first time, he felt something heat up slowly in his chest.

It was love.

In the most annoying, unexpected... and inevitable way.

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The light in the living room was low. Jae-Hyun was almost falling asleep on the couch, with an arm thrown over his eyes, when he heard her voice coming from the stairs:

Y/N (low, kind of embarrassed):

- Come sleep with me.

Total silence. Not even a mosquito dared to breathe.

Jae-Hyun (rising slowly):

- Did you... really say that? Or was it my demonic soul trying to deceive me with a perfect illusion?

She appeared at the top of the stairs with the usual closed expression, arms crossed and cheeks a little flushed.

Y/N:

- It's not an invitation to be naughty, it's just...

(Turn your eyes)

I don't know. The sofa is bad. You snore when you sleep crooked. And my bed is bigger. That's it, I rationalized.

He was already going up the stairs with the biggest smile in the world stamped on his face.

Jae-Hyun:

- So... rational invitation to share the horizontal rest space.

(Adjain the collar of the shirt.)

I accept with gratitude and humility.

Y/N (rolling your eyes):

- Shut up before I regret it.

⸻

[Interior - Y/N room - a few minutes later]

The bed was with the two lying down, with their backs to each other. The lamp is off. The weather... strange.

Jae-Hyun didn't speak. What was rare.

Y/N couldn't sleep either. The silence between the two was louder than anything.

Y/N (whispering):

- Are you awake?

Jae-Hyun (on the other side, almost in a sigh):

- I'm trying not to breathe loudly so as not to disturb your sleep as a grumpy hunter.

Silence again.

She turns around slowly, still not fully facing him.

Y/N:

- Do you fall in love with everyone like that?

Jae-Hyun (turns to her, calm eyes):

- No.

(Pause.)

I've already liked a lot of people. I've already pretended to like it. I've already been adored.

But loving someone who doesn't love me for free, who doesn't fall for my tricks...

(Look into her eyes.)

...Only you.

Her heart tightened in a strange way. Vulnerable.

Y/N (low voice):

- I still don't know what to do with it.

Jae-Hyun (smiling):

- Just don't push me ot of bed. It's already too good.

She gave a short chuckle, almost imperceptible. And then turned around, turning her back again.

But this time, she pulled his arm to wrap around his waist.

Y/N (murmuring):

- Just for today.

Jae-Hyun (leaning her face to her back):

- Just for today, then.

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That night, Jae-Hyun slept peacefully.

No acting, no face mask, no theater.

Only him, really.

And Y/N, in the dark, realized that maybe loving wasn't losing control.

Maybe... it would just be to allow someone to stay. Even when you don't understand why.

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The sun was beating through the kitchen window. Jae-Hyun was on his back, humming some romantic song while moving a pot on the stove - clearly not knowing what he was doing, but with the greatest dedication in the world.

Y/N, on the other side of the bench, pretended to touch the cell phone.

But actually... I was looking at him.

In disguise.

From time to time.

More and more.

He wore her old sweatshirt, which was wide on his shoulders, with the sleeve falling. The hair is a little messy. The wooden spoon swinging dangerously.

And he was... laughing alone.

With a genuine smile.

Y/N (thought, angry with yourself):

"No. No, no, no. This wasn't supposed to be happening."

She bit her lip, looked away, tried to focus on anything else.

But it was useless.

Because she remembered every gesture:

- Of the stupid flowers he left in the window vase with notes like "flower number 7 of the day, it surpasses you"

- The way he massaged her forehead when she was stressed without saying anything

- From the day he cried watching a stupid drama and said "true love is rare even for demons, you know?"

And the worst?

She was smiling alone now.

Without realizing it.

Jae-Hyun (turning with the spoon in his hand):

- What are you laughing at?

She widened her eyes.

Y/N (dry, trying to hide):

- From your risotto. It looks like a chemical accident.

Jae-Hyun (putting his hand on his chest, pretending drama):

- That's good. Because it was made with an explosion of love.

Y/N (snorting):

- You're unbearable.

Jae-Hyun (approaching with a crooked smile):

- And even so... you let me stay.

He stood still in front of her, with a little piece of rice on his cheek.

She looked at that, hesitated... and cleaned it with her finger.

Silence.

Their eyes met for too long.

Y/N (low voice, unable to hide more):

- You know, right?

Jae-Hyun (whispering):

- I know what?

Y/N:

- That I'm...

(Smough dry)

...Falling in love with you.

His smile disappeared for a second. Not out of sadness. But by surprise.

Jae-Hyun:

- Are you?

Y/N (lowering the eyes):

- Unfortunately, yes.

And I hate to admit it.

Because you're an idiot. A demon. A glitter addict.

And even so...

She looked back at him, with a vulnerable look for the first time.

Y/N:

- I want you here.

Jae-Hyun (lying his forehead to hers, in a whisper):

- I'm already yours, since the first no you told me.

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They've shared the bed before. They've already hugged each other. They've already slept together.

But today... something has changed.

The looks are longer. The touches, longer.

And the love that grew slowly now pulsates strongly - and wants more than just words.

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The light of the lamp is soft. The room is silent, except for the distant sound of a cicada outside.

She comes out of the bathroom with her hair still damp, wearing a wide T-shirt that belonged to him - something intimate and without pretension, but that in her body turns into something else.

Jae-Hyun is already sitting on the bed, her eyes following her every movement. But this time... no jokes. No jokes. Just an intense look, full of reverence.

Y/N (stoping near the bed):

- Why are you looking at me like that?

Jae-Hyun (low, firm voice):

- Because... I waited for this more than I can admit.

(Pause, eyes fixed on hers.)

And yet... I don't want to do anything you don't want.

She smiles sideways, her heart beating fast - for the delicacy, not for the doubt.

Y/N (sincera):

- I want it.

He approaches slowly. He puts his hand on her face carefully, as if it were made of glass and poetry.

The kiss that begins is calm, gentle... but soon it grows, like a controlled flame that can no longer stand to contain itself.

His hands explore her body without haste - his fingers slide down her waist, go up her back, feel the skin and keep every detail as a precious secret.

She responds with the same intensity: the fingers on the back of his neck, pulling slowly, the bodies approaching, the sighs turning into broken silence.

Her wide T-shirt slides through the body and disappears on the floor.

Jae-Hyun (whispering, between kisses):

- You are more beautiful than any ritual, any dream...

(Pause, eyes fixed.)

...And more real than anything I thought I deserved.

She kisses him urgently.

The skin meets skin.

The touch is slow, but firm.

He's not in a hurry.

She doesn't back down.

The bodies intertwine as if they belonged to each other forever, but only now were they allowed to admit it.

Muffled moans, accelerated breaths, the crumpled sheets telling stories that only they will know.