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The Pride Hunt Diaries Ep. 1

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: I thought that they all deserved to have their series of silly shenanigans like I’ve seen idols do. I’ve really only watched the Run! BTS series so I’m just kind of winging it but I’ll also use requests that you guys send to my inbox or put in the comments.

Synopsis: For the first episode of this series, the Saja Boys, Huntr/x, and you go head to head in your first boys vs girls competition and end up getting messy with paint!

TW: Fluff, competitiveness, chaos, shenanigans, etc.

Word Count: 1.8k

Divider credit: @numbpill

Master List

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

“How did they get this all set up so quickly…?”

“Money and firm encouragement?”

“Guys, guys, guys, this is so satisfying to squish!”

“Won’t it be confusing that blue is for us and pink is for the guys…?”

“But it’s our colors!”

“I think the guys look hot in pink.”

“Awww, thank you, sweetheart!”

“Ack— Chungae!”

Beeeeeeep

“Hello and welcome to…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

Despite the earlier chaos, the group was now mostly in order, all standing in a line before the camera. All of them were matching somewhat with camouflage patterns and colors in their outfits but the girls had blue face paint on and the guys had pink.

Rumi and Jinu continued introducing the series. “Since the Saja Boys joined our company, management gave us the okay to officially start a series of shenanigans together,” Rumi gestured to the two idol groups plus the one solo artist.

Jinu chuckled, “Yeah, management might start regretting that really soon…” Kwan jokingly shoved him and the two laughed.

“Should we do introductions?” Zoey chimed, leaning over to look at Rumi.

Chungae also leaned forward to look at the leaders, “Do we have to? I feel like if they’re watching then they already know us.” Zoey waved at the pinkette who chuckled and waved back before the two straightened up.

“I think we’re going to film an introductory episode later so I don’t think we have to here,” Rumi looked at the camera and set people for clarification. “Yeah, I’m getting several thumbs up, so we’re good. Jinu, you wanna explain what we’re doing today?”

Jinu nodded, “Yeah!” He pulled out a few cards to read their instructions while some graphics took over the screen to animate the game they would be playing. “Today we are playing capture the flag but with a twist! Each team has been armed with water balloons full of their respective team color. If you get nailed with the opposite team's color then you have to go back to your flag to revive before making another attempt on the opposite flag. But! There’s also a point system, each time a player is hit, the overall team point average goes down five points. If you succeed in capturing the opposite team’s flag and bring it back to yours, then you’ll gain fifty points. Each team will start with fifty points.”

“And no cheating!” Rumi pointedly looked at each demon, meaning that the use of supernatural senses deliberately would not be allowed.

“Does the team get a prize when they win?” Jum asked curiously, looking at the two group leaders.

Jinu read off his cards, “It says that the production team will reveal the prize before the game begins.”

The group looked at the team behind the cameras and Bobby’s voice sounded, “The prize for the winning team will be… A limited edition (Y/n) poster collection that is to be released next week, each poster was drawn by (Y/n) herself!”

You gasped, your face going red while the others cheered and whooped. “Bobby!”

Mira cackled, “Bobby really knows us too well!”

“It will be mine!” Kwan whooped, pumping his fists.

Even Hyeon was grinning, “We have the numbers advantage.”

Zoey swung an arm around you, “Yeah, well we have the (Y/n) advantage!”

Rumi nodded, smirking, “Yeah, don’t tell us that you’ll actually be able to pelt (Y/n) with paint.”

The boys froze. They hadn’t considered that part yet. “Sorry pretty girl, but we may have to get some paint on you…”

You squinted at them dubiously, “That’s kind of the point of the game, you dorks.”

“Okay, let’s hit it!” Rumi cheered and the group whooped as they went to their sides of the warehouse set.

While each team got into their places, the camera panned to different shots, showing all the obstacles between the two flags. There were nets to climb, padded mats making up different structures, hard structures to climb and jump off of, tunnels, and even some monkey-bar-like structures to climb on. Yeah, Bobby was fully aware of how athletic everyone was. There was also some text at the bottom of the screen saying, ‘do not attempt this at home.’

Each team armed with handfuls of water balloons filled with paint and goggles over their eyes, a whistle was blown and chaos descended. Mira and Zoey remained at the flag to defend—Mira being a tank and Zoey with the best aim and accuracy—while the two sisters went on the offensive. Rumi went up, climbing up the structures and leaping between them to get a higher ground advantage, nailing Kwan in the abs with a paint balloon.

“Aw, come on!” He shouted, running back to his flag.

You went more for stealth, darting between structures and even taking Jum out from behind, “Sorry Baby!”

“No worries, still love you, beautiful.”

“I would hope so!”

Rumi yelped as she dodged a balloon that splattered on the ground behind her, looking up to find Jinu readying to throw another balloon at her. It became a quick game of dodge balloon as the two faced off until Jinu almost slipped in some paint and couldn’t dodge Rumi’s next throw.

You squeaked when a balloon exploded on the corner of a structure you just ducked behind. You peeked your head out to see Chungae frozen. “Sorry sweetheart, I thought you were one of the others!”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, “Lovey. I reiterate. That is literally the point of the game, why are you apologizing?!”

“I didn’t wanna hit you though!”

“Well, then I’m gonna hit you!”

Chungae spread his arms openly, “Do it then.”

You deadpanned at him. “Lovey.”

“I must atone for my crimes against my goddess!”

You had nothing else to say. You threw a balloon at him, covering his chest in blue paint.

Kwan tried to brute force his way through, charging at Mira and Zoey with a war cry, valiantly dodging their first few throws. It didn’t work though and he ended up stumbling into obstacles on his way back to the Saja Boys’ flag while wiping paint off his goggles.

The chaos went on for a little bit with the boys trying to deter you from advancing by throwing their balloons at the space around you. It worked for a little bit as Rumi kept Jinu from advancing past the halfway point, sometimes taking out Kwan and Chungae too but Mira and Zoey were able to handle them if the two got past you and Rumi.

In the end, you ended up just taking a straight route to the boys, disregarding the obstacles as you walked towards Hyeon and Jum, who were currently guarding the flag.

“Princess, don’t make us do this,” Hyeon pleaded with you, holding a balloon aloft.

You looked at him flatly, “Then do it. That is the. Point. Of. The. Game.”

Both men were grimacing as if the idea of throwing one of the paint balloons at you physically pained them. Jum actually managed to throw it but it landed halfway between you. It didn’t even pop.

The three of you looked down at it and then back at each other. “Really?” You put your hands on your hips.

The boys looked at each other. Then their eyes lit up and you looked at them warily as they dropped their balloons and started inching towards you with their hands raised. “What’re you guys doing…?”

Hyeon smirked, “Rules didn’t say anything about us hindering each other.”

“Come here, beautiful,” Jum cooed.

Your eyes widened with realization and you tried to dart around them but Jum snagged your wrist, giving Hyeon the opening he needed to start tickling you. You immediately sank to the ground, trying to escape them but they merely followed you down as you laughed uncontrollably.

“St-hahahahap! This—hahahaha—this is—haha—cheating!”

The two had wide grins on their faces as your laugh infected them with giddy joy, “Wasn’t in the rules, princess.”

“Hahaha! I ca-can’t hahaha brea—hahah—eathe!”

You were so cute when you were laughing like you were dying.

They continued tickling you until you were a puddle on the ground, panting for breath and too weak to move. Anytime you did, they would just tickle you again.

Eventually, the game came to an end with a paint covered Jinu returning with the girls’ flag. However, when the points were tallied, the girls ended up winning due to how many hits the guys had taken—making them whine and faux cry in defeat while the girls celebrated.

“And here’s a surprise bonus round!” Bobby’s voice sounded when all of you were lined up and the points tallied. “Whoever can hit (Y/n) with a paint balloon will get their pick of the (Y/n) merch currently in production.”

You blushed again, whining, “Bobbbbyyyyy!”

Each of them were armed with a balloon while you just stood there, flatly looking at each of them while they hemmed and hawed.

Rumi shook her head sadly, “I can’t. She’s my sister.”

Mira squinted in consideration, pursing her lips. “It feels… sacrilegious.” You facepalmed at that one.

“I feel like if I threw this then I would have to remove my own hands in repentance afterwards,” Kwan crossed his arms.

“Is there some kind of loophole?” Zoey’s mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to hit you without actually hitting you.

Hyeon hadn’t even tried to pick up his paint balloon, giving up before he even thought about trying. “Can’t do it.”

Jinu grimaced, tilting his head, “Maybe if we put a blanket on her to protect her…? No. Nope,” He shook his head in defeat.

Chungae dropped his balloon, letting it fall to the ground, “I already almost hit her and I felt like I was about to be struck down on the spot.”

Jum, your last hope of not going home clean, seemed to be weighing his options. “Is it worth it when I could just sneak into production…? Nah, I’m not gonna.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes and throwing your arms up, “Oh please.” You marched over, snatching the balloon from Jinu’s hands and throwing it at your own feet, splattering your own shoes in paint. “Bobby, does that count?”

“Sure!”

“Cool, I want my pick of Huntr/x and Saja merch from production!”

“You got it!”

The nine of you moved back into line before the cameras to do the outro. “Well, that was fun, right guys?”

The nine of you cheered and whooped, Chungae wiping some of the paint from his arm on Jinu’s face. “Yeah! Well now that this series has officially begun, drop ideas that you guys wanna see us do in the comments below and stay tuned for our next episode of…”

“The Pride Hunt Diaries!”

“Bye!”

“See you next time!”

“Drink water!”

“Drink soda pop!”

“Later!”

“Bye guyssss!~”

“Love you guys!”

“Thanks for watching!”

“Stay tuned!”

A/N: Send ideas for shenanigans in the comments below or to my inbox! No outtakes for this series because I feel like it’s already chaotic enough…? Let me know if you guys want me to do like, a comment thread instead of outtakes—like, fans reacting to the episodes?

Just gonna use my usual taglist for my regular KPDH posts and not my RR! KPDH taglist so let me know if you don’t want on the taglist for this chaos series.

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that-one-girl2020 · 10 hours ago

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Salt

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

Based on this request: “I wanted to ask on how the saja boys would react to reader getting mad at them because they were too busy with idol time yk?? And so reader decides to do a salt circle ring around one of the chairs on the living room !! I wanna know how they'd react :3 also if it’s alright maybe this can take place before reader debuted as a solo idol ? >_<“ —Anon

Synopsis: Your debut is fast approaching and you won’t have much time to spend with the boys. Your patience snaps after one too many times of the boys giving more attention to their idol responsibilities. And yes, you are petty enough to make a salt circle despite you being part demon.

TW: Hurt/Comfort, loneliness, anger, burns, etc.

Word Count: 1.1k

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

Logically, you know that it’s not their fault. Logically.

It’s just… Your debut was coming up and you knew you were going to be majorly busy after you did. So, despite all the preparation going on for your debut, you had gone out of your way to schedule free time to spend with your new boyfriends.

Except they didn’t slow down on their own idol responsibilities at all. So, more often than not, you would end up waiting around the apartment for them to get done only to go to the Tower to pout in your room and sulk.

It was getting extremely annoying. You were set to debut in just two weeks which meant your classes and practices were about to ramp up even more and you would have to dedicate more time to producing your music. So, you had cooked dinner for you and the guys and had even checked their schedule ahead of time. But then they had been scheduled last minute for an appearance on a show.

Your patience and temper both snapped at the same time.

Scowling, you had portioned a large amount of food for yourself and poofed down to a store to buy a carton of ice cream and a large container of salt. Then you made a circle around the couch and cocooned yourself with a blanket as you angrily ate your food and ice cream while you played an angry playlist on the TV. Loudly.

You were halfway through your carton of ice cream when the door clicked open. “Pretty girl?” You heard Jinu call questioningly but you didn’t turn to look at them.

The moment the five entered, they were concerned for you. Quietly, they took off their shoes and entered the apartment, noting the large amount of food going cold in the kitchen. Hyeon, feeling starved of your attention after not having seen you since that morning, was the one that tried to approach you first. Only to hiss when he got too close to the couch, looking down to notice the thick salt ring.

A whimper escaped his lips and he crouched to try and meet your eyes, “Princess, are you angry with us…?”

You didn’t answer, sulking harder.

The other guys quickly joined him, poking at the barrier only to hiss at the burning sensation. “Babe, what did we do?” Kwan asked, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. His mind was going through anything that they could have forgotten but it’s not like it had been long enough for them to have any anniversaries and it wasn’t your birthday or anything.

When you didn’t respond, Chungae frowned, shuffling as close to the barrier as he could get without burning himself. “Sweetheart, we can’t fix it if you don’t tell us what we did wrong…”

You sniffled and then they really did start to panic. “I’m mad at you guys…”

“Why, beautiful?” Jum asked, really wishing that he could defy logic and cross the salt line so he could hold you and comfort you.

You sunk into your blanket, not really wanting to tell them. You kind of wanted them to figure it out on their own. But then you remembered that boys were stupid, no matter the era they were from. You huffed. “I’m debuting in two weeks, so my schedule’s gonna get packed and I won’t have any time to spend with you guys so I’ve been trying to keep my schedule light the past few weeks to spend time with you but you guys have been busy every. Single. Day. This was the last day I could really spend time with you guys so I cooked and made sure your schedule was cleared but then you accepted that TV appearance last minute…”

Kwan, Chungae, Jum, and Hyeon all immediately turned to glare at Jinu accusingly. Their leader was the one that had accepted on their behalf.

“Thanks boss.”

“Princess, it was Jinu’s fault.”

“Yeah, he’s the one that accepted it, sweetheart.”

“Please don’t blame us, it was all Jinu, beautiful.”

Their leader was immediately thrown under the bus. Said leader squawked, indignant, “Hey now, we all agreed to go on the show today!”

You glared balefully at all of them, shoving another spoonful of half melted ice cream in your mouth. You turned the volume of the music up.

The boys refocused, “We’re sorry, sweetheart, we don’t have any excuses. Will you please let us in so we can make it up to you?”

Done with your ice cream, you set it on the ground and pulled the blanket over your head, flopping over and turning around so your back was to them. You heard them sigh and you closed your eyes to go to sleep. You heard them whispering for a little while.

Then you heard pained hissing and grunting. You sat up and turned to see Kwan trying to force his way through the barrier despite his skin starting to burn. The other four were behind him, trying to help push him through.

“What are you doing?!” You shouted, untangling from your blanket cocoon and breaking the circle with a quick swipe despite the light burns it left on your skin.

The five immediately swarmed you, crowding onto the couch with you to pull you into their arms. You pouted, still angry, but leaned into their arms for cuddles anyway.

“We really are sorry, babe,” Kwan nuzzled against your stomach.

“Yeah, we didn’t mean to focus so much on our idol stuff,” Chungae apologized lowly, cradling your head in his arms and pressing a kiss to your head.

“We promise to make more time to spend with you, I’ll make sure of it,” Jinu swore, his chin resting on one of your shoulders.

“Even if it’s just sitting quietly with you while you work,” Jum added, his cheek resting on your hip.

“Or making sure you eat while you’re busy and cuddling to help you relax,” Hyeon chimed, his nose pressing against the crook of your neck—his usual spot.

“And if you’re gonna be mad at anyone, be mad at Jinu,” Chungae said.

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, it is his fault.”

“Guys!”

“He’s the boss, we just do what he says.”

“You guys agreed too!”

“If anything, he should be the one in time out.”

“‘Time out’?!”

“Jinu’s fault.”

“You traitors!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their antics. Of course you could help but fold like a wet tissue for them. “Alright, I forgive you dorks. For now.”

They nuzzled closer to you and you enjoyed the comforting warmth of being surrounded by their affection.

“You’re not gonna put me in time out, right pretty girl…?”

Jinu ended up in time out.

A/N: I don’t think anyone could be angry at these dorks for a very long time, especially when they would usually worship the very ground you walk on and treat you like the goddess you are. Doesn’t mean they get out of time out though.

Outtakes:

Jinu: *crossed arms, pouting while stuck in his little salt circle in the corner of the room*

The Other Saja Simps: *cuddling with you on the couch and bathing you in affection*

Jinu: “Can I come out yet?”

You: “No.”

Jinu: “Now?”

You: “No, Jinu.”

Jinu: “Nowwww!?”

You: “Jinu!”

The Others: *snickering smugly*

…

You: “You’re the only one that loves me, Derpy. You and Sussie. I don’t need any of those other losers.”

Derpy: *Grins, cuddling closer to you on your stomach like a giant house cat*

Sussie: *Contently perched on your shoulder while glaring smugly at the boys*

Saja Simps: “Are we really going to be jealous of a tiger and a bird?”

Saja Simps: “…”

Saja Simps: “Yes. Yes we are.”

…

Saja Simps: “Bobby, we need more space in our schedule to spend time with (Y/n).”

Bobby: “Okay. I can space things out a bit more. What’re you guys thinking?”

Saja Simps: “We want time even after she debuts so we can go to all her events and support her.”

Bobby: “Awww, that’s so sweet! You guys mean backstage or discretely in the crowd, right?”

Saja Simps: “…”

Bobby: “…right…?”

Saja Simps: “…”

Polytr/x: “Ey yo, can we get in on that?”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 2 days ago

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hey, can you do one where Reader, Polytrix and Saja Boys face a Sasaeng( it's basically as super obsessed stalker fan) but it's mainly reader who's having problems with him, and he like, kidnaps her, or like try to kidnap her, and the girls and guys saved her and shit. And the boys beat that creep up pretty please 🙏🏾🙏🏾

Devotion

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: I had to dig into my Criminal Minds side as I thought about how to make this stalker creepy. I think I succeeded. I like how this one turned out but sorry it’s late again!

Synopsis: Ever since your engagement and marriage to the Saja Boys, a stalker has been making themselves known to you. It gets worse and worse until you end up being kidnapped. Of course your husbands and three sisters need to get their pound of flesh.

TW: Stalking, kidnapping, cursing, violence, delusions, creep, drugging, etc.

Word Count: 4.5k

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

You and the boys had gotten back from your honeymoon about two weeks ago. It had been amazing, a month at your favorite vacation spot with just you and your five husbands. But there was a growing sense that you were being watched—closer than you usually were anyway, as an artist with close relations to several idols.

You had told Bobby of your concerns, of course, however there wasn’t much he could do besides beef up security a bit since there hadn’t been a threat to your safety yet. He did his best to reassure you though and convince you that no, you weren’t being silly.

But then, things started showing up in odd places…

Like, photos of you on your dressing room mirror that the boys swear they didn’t put there. Voicemails of your own songs. Flowers on your balcony that weren’t from the boys or Derpy. Your favorite drink with hearts drawn on it in your workspace.

Bobby really cracked down on security then, but he had to do it quietly as he investigated all the employees that could have access to your dressing room, workspace, and private information.

You and Bobby had reluctantly agreed to not tell the girls and your husbands—you both knew that the eight would go absolutely full feral attack dog mode for you and you couldn’t just put your whole career on hold due to a stalker. Besides, you didn’t want them all to start coming to every single one of your events again or start being suspicious of all your fans during events. Still, Bobby did his best to schedule everything so that you had at least one of your husbands or sisters with you. And if you weren’t with one of them, you had an event of your own.

It wasn’t fool proof though. Bobby couldn’t always keep it that way.

You had just finished a photo shoot and Bobby was ushering you to a car through the back exit, a small team of security escorting you. He was checking the schedule as he walked with you, his eyes flickering up repeatedly to check the surroundings in paranoia. “The boys should be done with their events for the day when you get back. The car will take you straight back to the apartment and there’s a new code on the door now. I already typed it into your phone notes.”

You smiled tiredly, all this stress from keeping on top of your career work with this stalker business on top of it was starting to get to you. You were having a harder time sleeping lately unless you were sleeping with all of your husbands. “Thanks Bobby. And you have to be with the girls for their interview tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah,” Bobby nodded. “But it’s a free day for you, Kwan, and Jinu so it should be all good. Let me know if you go out with them, just so I can keep an eye on your location.”

You nodded as you were escorted through the door and up to the car, the security guys keeping a weary eye on your surroundings. “I will. Lemme know if anything comes up in your investigation.”

“I will,” Bobby agreed solemnly. “Be safe, (Y/n).”

He closed the car door behind you as you settled into the back seat. You waved at Bobby as the car began to drive away. When he was out of sight, you sighed tiredly. You leaned your head back, closing your eyes.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” The driver asked you, glancing at you from the rear view mirror. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“No, I’m alright. Thank you.” You opened your eyes, meeting the gaze of the driver in the mirror. You tilted your head, getting a better look of the guy. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you a new driver?”

You could see his eyes squint with a kind smile. “Yes, I was just moved from another department.”

“Oh? What made you want to switch departments?” You asked, politely making conversation.

He chuckled, “There’s a girl I like and I wanted to get closer to her.”

You were starting to get a bad feeling but it had been on and off for a while now so you swallowed and ignored it. Besides, you would be with your husbands before long. “Is she another driver? We don’t have a lot of female drivers—do I know her?”

“Most likely,” he answered. But he didn’t say anything more. You figured the man may just be shy about it. He had a bit of a blush from what you could see in the mirror.

You frowned when you saw the usual turn towards the apartment from the usual photo studio go by. “Um, you missed the turn, sir,” You noted quietly in case the man hadn’t realized. The pit in your stomach deepened.

He smiled back at you through the mirror, “It’s just a precaution with the whole stalker ordeal. We’re taking a longer route for your safety.”

Something sharp and heavy settled in your stomach. Bobby was keeping the stalker thing quiet. Only a few guys on the security team knew you had a stalker and even fewer knew about the possibility of it being an employee. Your hands shook a little as you opened your phone without looking down. “Ah, thank you so much for your consideration.”

You swallowed, glancing down to click on your phone app to dial the first of your husbands’ names that came up on your call history, turning your volume down. You clicked Hyeon’s name to dial just as the driver glanced back, “Is there something wrong, Ms. (Y/n)?”

You put on a practiced smile, the one you used on stage when you were performing and it came as easily as you trained it to. “No, I’m fine. And, it’s ’Mrs’ now,” you told the man.

You could see his hands grip the steering wheel tighter and your own grip tightened on your phone. Ugh, Hyeon always took forever to pick up because he always had his phone on vibrate or silent…

You realized you had been staring at your phone when the man sighed, making you look up. The man had reached into his suit jacket, one hand still on the wheel. “I really wish you hadn’t married them, (Y/n)…”

“What—“

You spluttered when his arm suddenly whipped back at you, spraying a can in your face that you couldn’t help but breathe in. Your head immediately felt foggy and your muscles went limp as your eyes got heavy. Things were quickly starting to fade as you heard Hyeon pick up. Even with the volume low, you could hear his voice dimly through the speaker.

“My princess?”

Vaguely, you could see the man swipe your phone from your lap. His voice changed as he raised your phone to his mouth. It was annoyed—hateful even as it seemed like he couldn’t help but snarl, “Fuck off.” Then he chucked your phone out the window of the car.

And it all went black.

~~~

Meanwhile, at the apartment, Hyeon was clutching his phone with gritted teeth, a growl building in his throat. He almost threw his phone as he turned to look at Jinu, the leader of their group. “Jinu.”

Jinu immediately looked up, his eyes sharpening at the serious tone in his member’s voice. His senses flared and his mind quieted with focus.

“Somebody took our wife.”

Immediately, he had the attention of all his fellow members, their eyes flaring amber. Their hearts stilled in their chests. Their focus sharpened to a pin point.

“Chungae, call the girls and let them know. Kwan, call Bobby. He was with (Y/n) for her photo shoot today,” Jinu began, his tone deceptively calm. He stood. “We’re gonna track her phone and track her by scent from there. If that doesn’t work, we’ll get the girls to check the cameras and track the car with the license plate.”

The boys nodded, standing from their seated positions around the room from where they waited for their wife to get back to the apartment so they could all eat dinner. Their faces were serious.

But their eyes were enraged.

Someone had dared to take you. Their wife. The woman that they loved. Their hope, their salvation. The one that showed them what love was and that they were still able to and worthy of love. Like hell they were gonna let some lowly bastard take you.

~~~

For a little while, you were in and out of consciousness. But it was never enough for you to be able to tell where you were. At one point, you were lifted from the car and carried softly somewhere.

By the time you came to full consciousness, it was slow as your senses slowly began waking up. You were dazed and confused, the room was eerily silent except for some music playing a distance away—maybe in another room. You were on something soft and the room was warm, putting you in a sleepy haze. The room smelled like your favorite perfume.

You wanted to slip back into sleep but there was something niggling at your instincts, scratching at your survival instincts and your demon instincts altogether. Your mouth was dry and your head was still swimming but you forced your eyes open. You struggled to bring the room you were in into focus.

For a moment you thought you were dreaming.

You were in a bedroom. The first thing you noticed was that the walls were painted your favorite comfort color. The furniture was minimal but perfectly suited to your tastes. There were two doors and what was probably a closet. And across one wall was a giant slab of one way glass, the kind that you saw in police shows for interrogations. A shiver went down your spine. There were no windows.

What made it even worse was that there were elements you recognized from your own room. A poster that you had on one of your walls. The notebooks and pens you preferred to use on the desk. The blanket you laid on was the same one you typically had on your bed, along with some of the decorative pillows. The moon shaped salt lamp you had in your room, there was a replica of it on the bookshelf.

And the more you focused, the more you could tell that the music playing in the other room was your own. Pushing yourself up, you noted that there were thick manacles on your wrists and ankles. The chains on them led to the center of the room. They were electronic. It looked like a fingerprint was required to release them and the chains could retract into the floor.

Someone went through a lot of effort for all of this.

At least you were still wearing the same clothes.

You blinked dazedly when one of the doors clicked, the chains retracting so there wasn’t any slack. Then the door opened and the driver from earlier came in, a soft smile on his face.

“You’re awake. I’m glad,” he was unsurprised to see you awake. He must have been watching you from behind the glass. It made you feel like an animal in a terrarium.

You shuffled as far back as you could, testing the range of the chains. They kept your arms and legs going in one direction, not giving you the range of motion you needed to use your Hunter training. “Why’d you do this?” You asked him.

He sat on the edge of the bed and you put as much distance as you could between you. In some reflection of chivalry, he didn’t move any closer. “Oh, (Y/n)…” He sighed almost lovingly. “I’ve been following your career ever since your sister debuted and you designed all their visuals. I was your first fan…”

You blanched a little. You didn’t know what to say. What could you say? Had this guy really been watching you for so long?

He sighed again, sadly this time. “You know, I didn’t believe all those fan theories and social media posts about how you and the Saja Boys were dating. But then they went and proposed to you,” He spat the word like it was something disgusting he had been forced to swallow. “And you said yes. I don’t blame you for it, really I don’t. You’re such a pure being and they took advantage of that…”

He continued on, changing the subject, “Do you like your room? I designed it as best I could based on all your live streams and all your likes and dislikes that you’ve mentioned. I even filled your closet with everything I’ve seen you wear—or near replicas if I couldn’t get the same design.”

You shivered. You didn’t know that someone had been paying that much attention to you. You did not answer him.

The man was undeterred. He smiled and it was like it was one of your husbands looking back at you. Except for the eyes. There was a kind of calm mania that you had never seen before in the man’s eyes.

“I’ll bring you something to eat soon. Your favorite comfort food is simmering right now,” He stood, cooing in a sing-song voice as if to entice you but you did not respond. “You just stay here and get settled in, my starlight.”

The man left, the door locking behind him and the chains went lax once more. You stood. You were still a little off from whatever he had sprayed you with earlier.

But you weren’t scared. You knew that if you didn’t get yourself out then your husbands and your sister would soon. So, yeah, you weren’t scared. You were more angry than anything.

You didn’t want to be stuck being a damsel in distress but that may be where you were at since this guy apparently had plenty of money to keep you here. For example, the giant one way glass, the fancy door lock and fancy chains, the closet apparently full of all the clothes you’ve worn in public or on streams, all the careful details in the room. It couldn’t have been cheap. And you would know it.

The other door must be a bathroom. But how were you supposed to go to the bathroom with all these chains?! Or change clothes for that matter!? If there were locks for you to pick or something to swipe off of the guy then you would be able to free yourself but you would just have to bide your time for a while.

Hopefully the others will get you out of this soon if you don’t get yourself out.

~~~

It took longer than the boys would have liked to find you. Your scent was cut off in the same area as they found your phone—your scent having been overtaken by a sweet, minty smell. Chloroform.

When they realized what it was, they snarled and growled like wild beasts, snorting and huffing. They texted the girls to let them know and see if they had found anything on the cameras, trying to follow the lingering chemical scent as they did and jumping to the rooftops to look for clues.

Mira, Rumi, and Zoey were just as pissed as the guys were. They had a group call with Bobby and the guys, their manager explaining that you had been having issues with a stalker for a while but hadn’t told them so that they didn’t risk exacerbating the issue. The girls had their fair share of dealings with crazed fans—but never to the point of kidnapping!

They had even gotten battle ready. And they had even gotten their bikes out so they could hurry to your location as soon as they had it.

Mira was tensely moving through different katas with her pole-arm, her face cold and stoney. Zoey was sitting at a desk before a panel of several screens, typing away with a feral grin that had more likeness to a wolf baring its teeth.

Meanwhile, Rumi was pacing back and forth, “How dare some stupid son of a bitch kidnap my sister…” She was grumbling up a storm of curses. Her more demonic features were flaring to the surface in her anger—teeth a little shaper, nails a little longer, eyes brighter, and her iridescent patterns darkening.

It wasn’t that the girls didn’t think you could take care of yourself—you had joined in their sparring ever since the defeat of Gwi Ma and you had won plenty of matches against each of them. No, they were angry because someone had dared to take you against your will and they wanted to get their own pound of flesh before you got to your captor.

“Alright!” Zoey cheered gleefully, her two girlfriends joining her at the desk to look at the screen with her. “I tracked her phone to the street then went back on the cameras to the same time that the call went through to Hyeon and found the car. I followed the car but the cameras lose the car at this street. So I checked the company records to find a car that matched the part of the license plate the cameras managed to snag. I also ran this brief shot I got when he rolled down the window to throw the phone out against the company records. And bingo on both accounts! He’s got a property on the outskirts of the city and the same license plate pinged at the same address!”

Mira’s lips twisted upwards in a cruel smirk, “Nice. Send the address to the guys and let's head out.”

Rumi was already on her motorbike, revving the engine, “Let’s hit it girls.”

With a few clicks, the address was sent to the Saja Boys’ phones and they dashed to their rides. Mira revved her bike and Zoey excitedly jumped into the sidecar, flicking a switch to turn on some sick tunes for the ride. Murder beats.

Revving the engines, they shot out of the tower towards the address where you were.

~~~

Your husbands ended up getting there first. And they knew that it was the right place because they could smell you. Someone had carried you in there. They snapped the door handle, forcing the door open with their demon strength despite the electronic deadlock that was on it. Most of the house was blandly normal as they quietly entered. However, they found a bedroom and an office that was kind of… freaky.

The office was covered in posters and photos of you. Some photos were from paparazzi and photo shoots. But then a lot of them were without your knowledge in places that the photographer shouldn’t have been. Photos of you backstage of your concerts, sleeping in a company car, working in your studio, getting makeup done for a photo shoot, on dates with your husbands before you got married but the boys had their faces aggressively scribbled out. And his shelf was full of your albums—every release version of them and even multiple replicates—the autobiography the Huntr/x girls released with a sticky note and highlight wherever you were mentioned, and journals upon journals full of observations and research about you.

And the bedroom smelled of your favorite perfume. Especially the pillows. The ceiling had even more photos of you. There was a blanket with you on it. There was a TV in front of the bed, a USB plugged into it, labeled with your name. And two more journals on a bedside table, one filled with your schedule and another half full with more observations and research on you.

The five of them were furious. And also conflicted. They wanted to shred all of this disgusting…trash, but how could they when it was you?! The face of their beautiful wife?! They would let you decide what to do with all of it.

The last place they could check was the basement. When they opened the door to the stairs down, they could hear your music playing. Going down led to a single hallway with only two doors. One had a thick, metal lock on it—probably where you were. And the other was open. Cracking their knuckles and flexing their claws, they silently approached the open door, their eyes glowing amber in the darkness.

And there he was. Sitting before a pane of glass looking into a room, smiling lovingly, a plate of food before him and your first album spinning along on a vinyl player. On the other side of the glass, you were sniffing cautiously at your own plate of food.

Unable to restrain themselves any further, the five men growled. “Hey,” Kwan snarled, gaining the stalker’s attention.

The man’s face twisted from the soft, loving smile to one of absolute hatred as he looked at them. “You…”

“I think we should be the ones saying that,” Chungae scowled.

“What kind of audacity do you have that made you think you could take our wife?” Jinu had such a look of disgust on his face as he looked down his nose at the man in front of them.

The man stood, “Probably the same kind of audacity that made you think you could marry her.” The man was confident, glaring at them hatefully. “You think you can just take her from all of her fans? I’ve been by her side since the very beginning, since her sister and her friends first debuted. I went to every Huntr/x event just to get a glimpse of her beauty, and then every single one of her events when she finally graced the world with her elegance and angelic voice and debuted on her own. And then you all had the absolute insolence to manipulate her into marrying all of you.”

Jum rolled his eyes, tilting his head in annoyance, “Are you done monologing yet, you piece of shit?”

The man tensed, his shoulders raising up in anger, “You fucking bastards… I’m going to fillet you shitheads and serve you up to the altar of my goddess…”

“That’s our line, you little bitch,” Kwan glared.

“Everything that spews from your lips is such bull—“

WHAM!

The guys blinked when the man was suddenly sucker punched, flying back into the wall. Hyeon paused, turning back to look at his members, “I couldn’t wait anymore. Sorry not sorry,” He told them flatly, blood dripping from his knuckles.

The man stood up, spitting a glob of blood out.

And then it was on.

Now, the Saja Boys didn’t have anywhere near the amount of training that the girls did. But they had sparred with them for a few years now and they weren’t any slouches. But this man had evidently been taking formal training for a few years. Because he was able to keep up with the five of them pretty well, getting a few hits in.

Still. The man hadn’t accounted for the five men being demons.

Kwan was the one that got a grip around the man’s throat, his eyes glowing brightly and his patterns flaring with demon magic. “Here’s a tip. Don’t fuck with the love of a demon,” He snarled in his face darkly before throwing him at the others.

He didn’t stand a chance.

Back and forth the guys went, circling around like sharks scenting blood. Cruelly perhaps, they struck him back and forth, kicking, punching, clawing, getting all their anger out.

Then the girls showed up to join the fray.

~~~

Welp. It sounded like the others had shown up. From the other side of the glass, you could hear your album playing along with the familiar sound of violence. It went on for a while.

Meanwhile, you had the pleasure of reclining against the bed and eating your food. It wasn’t as good as the kind your husbands would cook for you, but it was passable.

You weren’t sure how long it went on until you heard the door click open, your chains going taut. You looked up to find your eight idiots, the girls in their battle outfits and your husbands in all black ensembles with blood splatters decorating their skin. Their faces lit up when they saw you.

”(Y/n)!” They poured into the room, dodging the chains and dropping the limp lump a person they had been dragging to pile onto the bed and pull you into their arms.

You smiled, returning what affection you could while still being manacled. “Thanks for the backup, guys.”

Chungae peppered your face with kisses, “Of course, darling. Wanted our pound of flesh before you got to him.”

“He didn’t touch you, right?” Rumi asked just to make sure. Jinu was looking you up and down, searching for any sign of harm or distress.

You shrugged, shaking your head, “Nah, dude was a loser.”

Kwan nodded solemnly, “You got that right, babe.”

“Anyway,” You held out your wrists, “Can you use his fingerprint or something to get these things off?”

Hyeon perked up, “Does it have to be attached?” Zoey also perked up in interest.

“Whatever you wanna do,” You shrugged again, not really caring what happened to the creep. Once you were released, you looked down at the pathetic, groaning mess on the floor. “Did Bobby call the cops?”

“Yeah,” Mira sighed, rolling her eyes.

“But he gave us a thirty minute head start so they should be showing up soon,” Zoey chimed, curiously looking around the room that was meant to be your enclosure.

As if on cue, you started hearing sirens approaching. You contemplated for a moment. Then you pulled your legs back and swung full force between his legs. He groaned, a strained yelp escaping his lips. “Hopefully, he never passes down his crazy. Come on.”

The nine of you left the room, leaving the man behind as you went up the stairs to meet with the police. Your eight idiots ended up having to pay a fine due to the whole breaking and entering and assault and battery charges but the police let you decide what happened to all of your stalkers belongings pertaining to you. You had all the posters, pictures, videos, and journals burned and all the stuff he got for your enclosure ended up being donated.

As you all got ready to go back home, you hummed in realization and turned to the others, “What was his name anyways?”

”He never told you?” Chungae tilted his head curiously, holding one of your hands tightly, running his thumb over one of your wedding rings. Jum had your other hand.

“You never asked?” Kwan added.

You shrugged, “He wasn’t that important.”

Jinu tilted his head in acknowledgement, “Fair enough. What was it anyway, Zoey?” You all turned to look at the maknae.

Zoey hummed, tapping her lip thoughtfully, “It started with an ‘H’ I think… What was it…? I think it was Haon…?”

You hummed, turning back ahead. Huh.

A/N: I didn’t plan it at first but I like the irony of the Haon of this universe being the one that was the stalker that ended up getting the shit beat out of him. Also, what an unbothered queen the reader is. If you wanna read more about Haon being a delusion piece of trash, go check out my role reversal! KPDH series!

Outtakes:

Saja Simps, Polytr/x: *worried out of their minds, ready to tear someone apart* “(Y/n), we’re so sorry we took so long…”

You: *Unbothered, eating your food*

Saja Simps, Polytr/x: “H-how are you eating right now…?”

You: *shrugging* “He gave me food.”

Saja Simps, Polytr/x: “You got kidnapped and you’re okay with it because he gave you food…?”

You: *looking at them with wide eyes* “…I got kidnapped…?”

…

You: *taking all the good pens, notebooks, and highlighters from your stalker enclosure*

Everyone Else: *crossed arms and raised brows* “Really?”

You: “Listen, this is the good shit—!”

…

Saja Simps: *looking at all the (Y/n) merch from the stalker house*

Saja Simps: “Like. I want it but it has germs on it. It’s tainted.”

Saja Simps: *continue to contemplate*

You: “Guys. Just burn it.”

Saja Simps: “But that’s such a waste!”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 2 days ago

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need to see the saja boys have baby fever whenever y/n’s interacting w/ a kid or baby taht would be so cute T__T

Baby Fever

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Baby Fever. Baby Fever. Baby Fever! You guys really wanted a baby fever one done so I did my best. But I gotta be honest with y’all, I do not have much experience with kids and baby fever. I think this could’ve gone better and I might edit it later but here it is.

Synopsis: You, the girls, and your boys go to a children’s hospital to perform for the kids. You find yourself enjoying your time with the kids and the boys find themselves enjoying you enjoying your time with the kids.

TW: Nothing. Fluff. Children. Baby fever.

Word Count: 1.1k

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

“Hi, Ms. (Y/n)!”

“Awww, hi everybody!”

You looked around at all the little faces looking back at you. Today, you, the Huntr/x girls, and your Saja Boys were at a children’s hospital to perform and talk with all the kids. You had already performed and now you all were spread out in the indoor play area for the kids, each of you surrounded by your own little groups of kids.

Mira, Zoey, and Rumi were across the room. Zoey was drawing enthusiastically with a group of kids, sharing a bunch of the stickers she brought. Mira was with a bunch of older kids, the angsty preteens and early teens and they were talking about movies. Rumi was letting a bunch of girls play with her long hair and braiding the hair of whatever girls asked.

The boys were closer to where you were. Some of them were a little awkward. Like, Jum hadn’t ever really interacted with kids before so he and Hyeon were with the quieter kids, letting them show the two of them all their favorite toys and drawings. Chungae ended up attracting a group of girls and he was indulgently playing with their hair and letting them put little clips in his. Kwan was entertaining a bunch of boys, lifting them and carefully swinging them around. Jinu had a mix of boys and girls, a soft smile on his face as he played with them, making sure they didn’t fight or hurt each other.

A group of younger kids had gathered around you, tugging at your arms to get you to sit with them. “Can I hold your hand?” “No, I wanna!” “Your voice is so pretty!” “Come sit with me!”

”Alright, alright! I’m coming guys,” You giggled. You followed them to one of the rugs, sitting with them.

One of the girls traced one of the light gray/purple patterns on your arm, “It’s so pretty…”

You smiled, “You think so? I know they’re kinda weird, I got them after a health scare a little while ago.” You held your arms out to let them see better.

“I think they’re cool! Like dark lightning!” One of the boys cheered.

“Dummy, there’s no such thing as dark lightning, lightning is all bright and bang!” One of the girls puffed her cheeks. Might have been the boy’s sister.

“Now, now, you’re both right. And watch out and be good kiddies or I’ll use my dark lightning attack on you!” You interjected before an argument could begin. You wiggled their fingers at them teasingly as they giggled and shrieked.

“Ms. (Y/n), can I have tiger marks like you do?” One of the kids shook your arm for your attention. You giggled at your patterns being referred to as tiger marks. Any lingering self consciousness or insecurities you had about your patterns were swiftly swept away in the face of the pure honesty of these kids.

“I don’t think we have any skin safe paint for me to do that,” You let the kid down gently as you could. “Maybe at our next event we can do free body paints. Do you guys think that would be fun?”

“Yeah!”

“Ms. (Y/n), can we play a game?”

“Of course, what do you want to play?”

Meanwhile, the boys couldn’t help but look at you out of the corners of their eyes despite most of their attention being on the kids around them. It was just… you were surrounded by a bunch of little kids and you were so good with them…

Maybe it was seeing how gently and sweetly you treated them or it was maybe partially them playing with the kids as well. But they couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like if they had their own kids. How many would they have? Would they have more boys or girls? Would they have more of their or your features? What would they name them? They couldn’t help but want to find out…

The kids were messy and rambunctious but their laughter was free and their eyes bright. It made their hearts lighter and their own laughter come more easily.

“Ohh~” They turned when they heard you coo and squeal. You were pulling one of the little girls into your lap, peppering her face with kisses as the girl squealed and giggled with joy. “You are all just the cutest things!~”

The kids started vying for your attention, tugging on your arms and barraging you with questions and requests.

They were gone when one of the mothers here for a check up on their baby offered to let you hold their baby.

Yeah. They wanted one.

Later that day, long after you all had reluctantly left the children’s hospital, you were at the apartment with the boys, going through a bunch of the photos the kids had taken on your phone. The boys had been a little clingy since you had gotten back and had ended up putting on a kids movie for background noise.

“Mmm, those kids were so freaking cute…” You mused with a fond smile. Chungae had his arms around you, looking at the pictures on your phone from over your shoulder.

“They were…” He agreed. “Hey, darling?”

“Yes, lovey?”

“When can we have one of our own?” Chungae asked you.

You put your phone down, turning to wrap your arm around him in return. “Oh, I don’t know, lovey…” You drawled. You for sure wanted to have kids of your own with them, especially after today.

“But I want one…” Chungae whined, rubbing his head against yours like a cat.

You sighed, doing your best to think about it logically through the baby fever haze. Kwan flopped on top of you as well, “Yeah, babe, we want one…”

The other boys were also looking at you from all around the living room. They didn’t say anything but you could tell that they also wanted babies. It was not helping your self restraint.

“My darlings. My lovely boyfriends. The lights of my life. The missing pieces of my soul. I want some kids too but we’d have to move to a bigger place—“

“Done,” Jinu interjected.

You continued on. “We know absolutely nothing about raising kids or taking care of babies—“

“We’ll learn,” Jum added.

”And we don’t have a lot of time to raise kids with our careers—“

”We’ll figure it out, babe,” Kwan chuckled into your ear.

”Please, princess, we wanna have kids with you…” Hyeon pouted, leaning his head against the coffee table.

You groaned, laughing incredulously, “Guys… You’re clicking the monkey button in my brain…!”

Smelling your weakness and seeing your restraint slowly withering away, the boys shuffled closer to you. “Please, beautiful…”

“You’d make such a good mama…”

And you broke.

You closed your eyes, letting your head fall against Chungae’s chest beneath you. “Ugh, you guys want kids. I want kids. So why not. Guess we’re gonna start planning for kids.”

The boys cheered, pumping their fists and pressing grateful kisses to your face. You giggled, letting them celebrate. “So what do you guys prefer? ‘Daddy’ or ‘Papa’?”

They kind of froze for a moment. Their brains buffering in the realization that they would actually get to be dads.

“Guys…?”

A/N: Can you guys tell that I don’t spend a lot of time with kids? Well. I just don’t have a lot of experience with baby fever. I’ve helped take care of kids before and I think I myself have only had baby fever a few times. Eh. My evening post will be the gang facing off with a crazy stalker fan so stay tuned for that hot mess!

Outtakes:

Saja Simps: “Babe. Can we have a baby?”

You: “Biologically, financially, or mentally? Because it does make a difference.”

Kwan: “Biologically?”

Jum: “Financially?”

Jinu: “Mentally?”

You: “Biologically, no. WE can not have a baby because you guys don’t have the parts, I would be the one incubating a baby for nine months.”

You: “Financially, yeah, we can handle having a few kiddies.”

You: “Mentally? A lot of us are still kids ourselves.”

Saja Simps: “…”

Saja Simps: “So then can we put a baby in you?”

Saja Simps: “Even if it’s just practice…?”

You: “…”

…

You: “Okay, if you guys want a baby so bad then you have to practice!”

You: *Hands each of them a crying baby doll in a diaper*

Jinu: *already cooing and rocking his doll*

Kwan: *lifting it over his head and making silly faces to try and get it to stop crying*

Chungae: *lovingly nuzzling his face against his doll and humming softly to it*

Hyeon: *rumbling soothingly in his chest as he checks the diaper*

Jum: *blinking curiously at his doll, rocking it with one hand and scrolling through his phone for baby names with the other*

You: “…”

You: “Y’all are way too good at this already and it’s doing things.”

…

Rumi: “How’re you handling five guys with baby fever? I’m barely handling Zoey and Mira.”

You: *laughs*

You: *suddenly straight face* “I’m not.”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 4 days ago

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RR! Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Request Master List

A/N: This is where I’ll be putting all the requests I do for my Role Reversal! KPDH series so my main master list and normal KPDH request master list doesn’t get too clogged up!

Divider credit: @enchanthings

Toxic Exes - Things are great after the defeat of Gwi Ma at the hands of the Saja Boys! You and the boys have been getting to know each other more and the girls are happy for you and with each other. You all decide to take a day together but unfortunately, those toxic exes just can’t let go. (Go read my Role Reversal! Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader series for this to make sense!)

Last Updated: August 13, 2025

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that-one-girl2020 · 4 days ago

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This is for the reversed roles AU, it's very random. What would happen if Haon, for some strange reason, appeared in the timeline after Y/N had returned and was already happy with the Saja Boys? He would have his memories intact and when he meets her he would try to fix things or something, whatever comes to your mind. How would the Saja Boys and Politrix react?Would it be the closure that Haon and y/n's relationship needed? Sorry if my English is not good and it's ok if you decide to ignore this 😭

Toxic Exes

RR! Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Sorry it’s a little late, trying to get back into the swing of writing and my posting schedule after my vacay. Thanks again for the 3,000 followers, I love you guys so much and thanks for the support! Please enjoy the Haon confrontation, although it honestly wasn’t much of a confrontation but it was the closure needed.

Synopsis: Things are great after the defeat of Gwi Ma at the hands of the Saja Boys! You and the boys have been getting to know each other more and the girls are happy for you and with each other. You all decide to take a day together but unfortunately, those toxic exes just can’t let go. (Go read my Role Reversal! Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader series for this to make sense!)

Disclaimer: I do not own music or songs I use in my works!

TW: Cursing, delusional man, pining, a little violence, conflicted emotions, toxic exes, etc.

Word Count: 3.0k

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

It was a good day.

Emphasis on was.

It’s been about a month since the boys defeated Gwi Ma and sealed the rainbow Honmoon. Ever since you and the girls had debuted as the normal, human Huntr/x girls, things had been going well. You and the five Saja Boys were talking, getting to know each other all over again. They had even taken time to come back to the village to meet your parents—well, they had gone to explain what had happened to their parents but they had been surprisingly accepting of it up until you had explained what led up to you making the deal that you did with Gwi Ma.

At that point, they had gotten a little…tense.

And then everyone was tense when you talked about Haon.

Which was understandable, but at this point Haon was just your scumbag, toxic ex that was better left in the past. It’s not like you would ever see him ever again anyway, he was dead and long turned to dirt.

The girls were also very happy in their relationship after a lifetime and then some of being with each other.

Today was one of the few days that you all had off, both groups not having anything on their schedules and instead of dates, you all decided to hang out together. Zoey had heard from a friend of a friend of a friend that there was a really good new solo artist that would be performing at a nearby park. She was curious and you all figured you could stop by after lunch and then be on your way.

You were walking between Hyeon and Jinu, their hands in yours as you swung them back and forth. Chungae, Kwan, and Mira were behind you, bickering like always. Zoey was walking backwards in front of Hyeon, smiling as she babbled on about something to the quiet man. Jum and Rumi were quietly chatting up ahead of you. They looked surprisingly peaceful.

It was such a good day. The sun was shining, the air was clear, and your heart felt light.

You must’ve been a little late because there was already a crowd gathered in the park around a fountain. It seemed like they had been there for a while and the performer was on the last song of their short list of songs.

“Oh, we’re late!” Zoey yelped, grabbing Hyeon’s wrist to drag the man after her as she darted toward the crowd. “Come on, come on, come on!” You and Jinu ended up getting dragged after them with your hands still connected together.

“Zoey!” Rumi called after her, “Slow down a bit!” However, she still hurried after the maknae, the others jogging to keep up as you all joined the crowd. At the same time, the sound of a guitar began.

And then a familiar voice.

“Walkin' down 29th and Park~ I saw you in another's arm~ Only a month we've been apart~ You look happier~ Saw you walk inside a bar~ He said somethin' to make you laugh~ I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours~ Yeah, you look happier, you do~”

You blinked, tilting your head to try and hear better as the voice slowly came into focus in your memories from long ago and yet as fresh as if they were from a month ago.

Behind you, Jinu was swaying his head gently with the guitar. “He sounds pretty good,” He pursed his lips.

“Ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you~ But ain't nobody love you like I do~ Promise that I will not take it personal, baby~ If you're movin' on with someone new~”

Zoey pouted, snuggling into Mira’s arm as she sniffled, “It sounds like such a sad song though! You can hear all of his love and regret…”

You shook your head because there was simply no way that you were hearing what you were hearing. He was dead. “There’s no way…” You murmured to yourself.

Hyeon tugged on your hand to try and get your attention, “You okay, princess?” You didn’t answer him.

You had to make sure.

You let go of Hyeon and Jinu’s hands, snaking your way through the throng of people, “Excuse me, sorry, coming through…”

“(Y/n)? Where are you going?” You heard Rumi call after you, the group following you through the crowd.

There was just no way that this ghost had come back to haunt you. Sure, a lot of weird shit has happened to you, you couldn’t really dismiss the possibility, but you didn’t want to believe this one. Especially when this ghost was singing this song.

“'Cause, baby, you look happier, you do~ My friends told me one day I'll feel it, too~ And until then, I'll smile to hide the truth~ But I know I was happier with you~”

You made it to the front of the crowd and there he was.

Sitting on the fountain, a guitar in his arms and a speaker beside him. Like he hadn’t aged a day since you had last seen him hundreds of years ago as he swung a sword at you. His voice was just as you remembered, smooth as silk and so tender it was like he was singing just for you.

“No way…” You stared at him.

The others came up behind you, joining you. “He’s so pretty it’s kind of… annoying,” you heard Mira chortle.

“Hey,” Chungae gently put a hand on your shoulder, “You okay, darling?”

“Hey-yeah, hey-yeah, hey-yeah~”

You didn’t answer him. How could you when Haon was right in front of you?

Lots of different emotions and memories swirled within you like a growing tempest.

There was an old ache where your love for him used to be. The ghost of the fear you felt when he killed you. Anger looking back at how he killed you, the look on his face as if he was hurting more than you were. Indignation that he dared to sing this song like he hadn’t been the one to kill you long ago. That he dared to still claim to love you.

“Sat in the corner of the room~ Everything's reminding me of you~ Nursin' an empty bottle and tellin' myself~ You're happier, aren't you? (Hey-yeah, hey-yeah, hey-yeah)~”

Maybe he was just looking up to look at the crowd or maybe he instinctively knew that you were there. Because when he looked up, his eyes locked with yours. His eyes grew wide and his fingers only slightly stumbled on his guitar. Your face did not change as you stared back at him.

He swallowed. And then he kept looking at you as he continued to sing.

“Oh, ain't nobody hurt you like I hurt you (Hey-yeah, hey-yeah, hey-yeah)~ But ain't nobody need you like I do (Hey-yeah, hey-yeah, hey-yeah)~ I know that there's others that deserve you (Hey-yeah, hey-yeah, hey-yeah)~ But, my darlin', I am still in love with you~”

Haon looked so sad as he sang to you, his gaze not breaking or wavering from yours. His eyes were more shiny and you couldn’t tell whether he was going to break out into tears or into a grin.

“Is he…” Kwan trailed off but your eyes did not leave Haon’s. “Looking at us…?”

Jum frowned, “I think he’s looking at (Y/n).”

Hyeon moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist protectively. Or maybe possessively? You could hear him growling a little in the back of his throat. The others gravitated closer.

“Do you know him, angel?” Jinu asked you.

“Maybe,” was all you were able to answer with.

“But I guess you look happier, you do~ My friends told me one day I'll feel it, too~ I could try to smile to hide the truth~ But I know I was happier with you~”

The boys wound tighter around you, unhappy with how this guy was looking at you as he sang. Like this song was specifically meant for you. The girls also frowned, shuffling closer to you and the boys protectively. They didn’t know who this guy was but they were starting to get bad vibes from him.

You and Haon were still locked in each other’s eyes. Your hands were balled into fists, your nails digging into your skin. Haon was singing with all his heart, trying to get his message across to you, all his feelings and regrets to you.

“'Cause, baby, you look happier, you do~ I knew one day you'd fall for someone new~ But if he breaks your heart like lovers do~ Just know that I'll be waitin' here for you~”

You growled as the crowd around your group broke out into cheers. ‘How dare he,’ you couldn’t help but think to himself. I turned to the others, “Let’s go,” I told them, trying to make my way back out of the crowd but it was much harder to get out than it was to get in.

“Uh, (Y/n)? Who is he?” You heard Zoey ask as they did their best to follow you.

“I’ll explain after, I just gotta get away from him before I do something I won’t regret,” You responded and you heard Haon hurry to wrap up his performance.

“Uh, thank you all for the support and for listening to my first performance of my new song, ‘Happier!’ Um, make sure to check me out on socials! Again, thank you very much!” The crowd clapped and cheered again and started to disperse.

“(Y/n)!” You heard him call after you and you tried to walk faster as the others closed ranks around you protectively. They didn’t need to know who he was, they only needed to see that you didn’t want to talk to him so they would protect you.

You all tried to get away without making a scene but Haon ran after you, snaking his arm through the group to grab your wrist and pull you back to him. “(Y/n)!” He looked at you so earnestly.

“What Haon?” You pulled your wrist from his gentle grip.

“Wait. ‘Haon’?” Rumi echoed, the groups’ eyes widening with realization before scowls spread across their faces.

“Like, Haon ‘Haon’? That Haon?” Kwan crossed his arms, making his muscles look even bigger than they already were.

Haon ignored them though, his eyes only on you. “So you do remember. I wasn’t sure you would, I don’t know why but I got memories of our past life about a month ago.” He reached out to you, aiming to brush the hair from your face, “(Y/n), my starlight, I wanted to tell you how sorry I am—“

Chungae pulled you back out of Haon’s reach, a disgusted scowl on his face as he glared at Haon. “Don’t touch her.”

Haon frowned, a heartbroken look in his eyes as he looked at you and the rest of the group. How Chungae pulled you back into his arms. How Hyeon tucked his face into the crook of your neck while rubbing soothing patterns into your back. How Jum held your hand, his thumb drawing nonsense on the back of your hand. How Jinu and Kwan stood close behind you, glaring daggers at him as if daring him to try and touch you again. How Rumi, Mira, and Zoey scowled at him, their hands flexing as if trying to summon claws that were no longer there.

Haon knew that you were dating—or at least talking to—others now. Before he got his memories, he remembered seeing you on social media, lots of fans speculating which of the Saja Boys you were dating. And then after, he came to the city to try and find you. And he saw you talking with them, smiling and so much more free than he remembered you ever being in your past lives. He didn’t feel like he could freely approach you. Not after what he did to you. But his heart ached for you, to see you and talk to you and tell you how sorry he was for everything. So he wrote a song for you in hopes that you would hear it someday. But then there you were, right in front of him. Listening to his song for you. So of course he had to talk to you, try to make you understand how much he loves you even if you don’t want to be with him anymore. He’ll wait for you.

Haon lowered his hand. He looked at you imploringly, “Please, (Y/n), I just want you to know how sorry I am for what I did. The others, they convinced me that you had me under some kind of enchantment but even after you…died, I couldn’t forget you. My heart ached for you so much that I followed you into death in hopes of seeing you and repenting for what I did to you.” He huffed sardonically, “I didn’t think we would get a second chance at life like this but I’m grateful for it.”

“Are you kidding?!” Rumi burst, marching at the man only for her girlfriends to stop her reluctantly. She continued her verbal tirade, “You fucking killed her you pathetic piece of—!”

“Rumi,” You turned your head to shake your head at your sister. You were conflicted a little, yes. But you could handle it. Rumi stood down reluctantly.

You turned back to Haon who had his head down shamefully. “Haon.” The man slowly looked back up at you.

“Please, (Y/n), I know I have no right—“

“That’s right, you don’t,” You cut him off. “Haon, I hold no hatred in my heart for your Hunter friends—they didn’t know me, they didn’t claim to love me. If you had really loved me like you claim to, you would have listened to me and accepted who I was. But you killed me.”

Haon shook his head, swallowing thickly, “I do love you, (Y/n). You’re my starlight, my story weaver, the song inside my soul…”

“If that’s the kind of love you have to offer me then I don’t want it,” You told him, taking a deep breath. “I don’t want to speak to you ever again, Haon.”

He shuddered, sniffling. But he still nodded in understanding. “Okay. But just know that I’ll be waiting for you if you ever need me, (Y/n)…”

“You’ll be waiting a long time then.” You turned to leave with your group. But then you paused. Might as well.

You whipped around, your fist flying out to strike Haon right on his nose, sending him sprawling to the ground with a yelp. You shook your hand out, “That’s for killing me, you cowardly bastard.”

Then you turned and actually walked away as your boys and three sisters whooped around you, cackling. “That was awesome!” Mira cheered, swinging an arm around your shoulders.

“How did it feel?” Rumi asked you with a smile.

You shrugged, “Kind of cathartic, but at the same time, kind of like I kicked a puppy while it was down…”

“I mean, his music wasn’t even that good,” Zoey chimed, a complete turn around from how she felt earlier.

“Yeah, it was just kind of bleh,” Rumi gagged.

“Yeah, it was, bleh-ugh-eh,” Zoey added as well.

“No it was, blah-eh-ughhh,” Mira joined in the gagging as well.

“It was,” You chimed and the four of you all gagged as hard as you could.

“I’m gonna throw up.”

Jinu chuckled, taking your hand in his so he could check your knuckles for you, “You know what this means, right?”

“What?”

Zoey gasped in realization, reaching over to shake your arm excitedly, “He wrote a song about you so you gotta write a diss track back at him!”

Jum looked at you with wide eyes, his eagerness shining in them, “Can I please help? I have so many insults I can write about him.”

You threw your head back with a laugh at their antics, “Sure, should we make it a solo or a Huntr/x song?”

Kwan chimed in with his own opinion, “Mm, they can do backup vocals and most of the choreo. Make it your revenge era.”

“Didn’t I already have a revenge era? You know, with the whole god complex thing and everything?”

“Nah, that was more of a…” Chungae paused as he thought it over. “Villain era.”

“Mhm,” You hummed, pursing your lips, “And how is that different from a revenge era?”

“Villain era is burning down the world. Revenge era is burning just one person or thing,” Hyeon mused.

You chuckled. “Okay, I’ll get right on that revenge era then.” You cocked your head in thought as something occurred to you. “If Haon came back, then do you think Celine is somewhere around too?”

Rumi frowned, “Huh. You know, she might be.” Rumi had no interest in seeing the woman that raised them centuries ago. If she did, it would be so she could lob several breakables at the woman to see if she could dodge them all.

Zoey grinned, “Don’t worry about it. I think your mom and dad handled her!”

You and Rumi turned your heads to blink at the maknae. “What?”

Mira nodded as well. “Yeah, she showed up in the village I think and Yong and Miyeong took care of it.”

“That’s not ominous at all…”

You and Rumi shrugged it off though, not really caring to know what happened to the woman. Hopefully, something terrible.

“You guys wanna go get ice cream or something?” Chungae suggested.

“Sure.”

“Ohhh, I need a mountain of rainbow sprinkles!”

“Zoey, you don’t even like the taste of the rainbow sprinkles.”

“But they feed my eyes!”

“Ice cream for dinner and dinner for dessert?”

“Eh, why not? We’ve done it before.”

“We’ve done worse to our appetites before.”

“Hey, I dare you to get the weirdest sounding flavor.”

“Why?”

“If you do it, I’ll let you have one of my (Y/n) photocards?”

“My pick and you got yourself a deal.”

“Should (Y/n)’s revenge era start with a dark anthem or a more bubblegum pop? Like, ‘I’m living my best life, I don’t need you’ kind of vibe.”

“I feel like a dark anthem should come first and then a more bubblegum pop afterwards. Goes from ‘I’m angry and never wanna see you again’ to ‘I don’t need you’.”

Yeah, you wouldn’t trade this for the world. And especially not for a toxic ex.

A/N: I had a few ideas for the song Haon should sing, it was Let Her Go by the Passengers, What Have I Done by Joshua Hyslop, or Happier by Ed Sheeran. I think this was a good choice though. What do you guys think about the confrontation?

Outtakes:

*Later that night*

Haon: *Sleeping, dreaming of being with you*

Haon: *Blinks awake* “Hello…?”

Saja Simps: *Weapons out and glowing* “Your extended warranty on life has just expired.”

…

Celine: “Oh, Miyeong! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

Miyeong: “Oh, Celine! Me too!”

Celine: “…What’s that…?”

Miyeong: *Holding something behind her back* “Don’t worry about it.”

Yong: “Now, how exactly did you treat our daughters?”

Celine: “I’m not answering to you, you devil. And what’re you holding?”

Yong: “Don’t worry about it.”

…

Haon’s Therapist: “So you have this ex-girlfriend?”

Haon: “Fiancé actually. We broke things off because I killed her in our past life and now she’s moved on but I still love her and want to be with her…”

Haon’s Therapist: “Uhuh… And how does she feel?”

Haon: *starting to cry* “She hates me and I deserve it…”

Haon’s Therapist: “…”

Haon’s Therapist: “At least you’re self aware.”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 4 days ago

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Since reader the reader debuting fic (SO GOOD BY THE WAY YUMMM😋) I just want to know how would Bobby react to knowing that reader was being held back by Celine on debuting/performing with the girlie's because their 'difference'.

We know they would never tell Bobby about the demon and hunters thing but they give him the gist of it/mentions it that one time. We know that Bobby's literally weakness was not being enough or good support for the girls so finding out something like this might be a shock (might make him angry to idk👀)

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Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Thank you for 3,000 followers! I’m back from my vacation so please forgive me if this one isn’t as great as I get back into the swing of writing. You guys asked for more Bobby though and here the man, the myth, the legend himself is.

Synopsis: After the Celine Confrontation, you, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey sit down with Bobby to have a serious talk with him about what exactly happened at the Idol Awards. You ask him to be your manager and you end up telling him about Celine. (Go read my other stuff for this to make sense. Also, the boys aren’t in this one).

TW: Discussing Celine’s toxic parenting (Thanks Celine), anger, not much else.

Word Count: 0.9k

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It was nice to talk to Bobby about everything. Well. Not everything.

You and the three Huntr/x girls had called Bobby up to the Tower to explain to him about what had happened. It was a very edited version, about how their insecurities had all compounded and clashed because they hadn’t talked to each other. They apologized to Bobby about how it had all ended up and Bobby then apologized for failing them.

Of course, they had then hurried to tell Bobby that this was in no way his own failing, that they were the ones that should have been the ones to communicate better. Then Bobby went on about how it was his fault that they hadn’t felt like they could come to him about it.

They ended up going in teary circles for a little bit, as you can imagine.

Then it came to the point where you told Bobby that you wanted to try debuting on your own. Bobby was ecstatic. He took your hands with a grin, cheering for you.

”Oh my gosh, this is so exciting!” He took a clipboard from the coffee table, turning the paper on it over so he could start scribbling notes on it. “Do you know what you want your first release to be? What kind of image do you want? How do you wanna debut? Oh, we can work that stuff out later. First, I’ll have to find a good manager for you, I’m not letting you get stuck with some moron for a manager, I’d end up calling them Manager Moron or something…”

You smiled, chuckling fondly at Bobby’s excited rambling. “Bobby,” You interrupted him, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey also chuckling at the man. “I wanted to ask if you would be my manager too? Y’know, as long as it’s not too much on top of managing the girls…”

Bobby’s eyes shone and his lip started to wobble, “Really…? You want me to manage you?”

“Of course, Bobby, I wouldn’t trust anyone else to.”

He fanned his eyes, sniffling to try and get his eyes to stop watering. “Ahh, of course I’ll be your manager! I know you and you know me, it’ll be easy and so much fun to manage a solo artist!”

“What? And managing us is so hard?” Mira chimed with a light smirk.

Bobby rolled his eyes fondly, “I love you girls but I am but a servant to your whims.”

Zoey giggled, “But you love us anyway!~”

“And we love you for going along with our whims very much, Bobby,” Rumi added.

Bobby smiled, placing a hand over his chest for a moment. And then his face became serious, “(Y/n), can I just ask—and you don’t have to answer—but, why didn’t you debut with the other girls as part of Huntr/x?”

You and Rumi looked at each other, linking hands. She smiled at you reassuringly, squeezing your hand. “Rumi and I, we realized that Celine was…”

“She was a toxic bitch,” Mira finished for you, crossing her arms.

Zoey smacked her shoulder, “Mira,” she hissed at her.

You chuckled, “Yeah, she was. Celine pushed Rumi to be an idol because of our mom and she hated our dad. But, when she looked at me, all she could see was our dad, so she raised me to be Rumi’s support and basically convinced me that my own desire to perform was… inconsequential. But I’m done listening to what she taught me now.”

Bobby’s smile was kind of frozen on his face when you looked up at him when you were done talking. You looked at Rumi, Mira, and Zoey when Bobby didn’t move. ‘Is he okay…?’ You mouthed at them. They shrugged at you.

“Bobby…?” You drew his name out when he still didn’t move.

He blinked and then the clipboard in his hands snapped in two. Your eyes widened looking between Bobby’s frozen smile and the clipboard in his hands. The other three had similar looks on their faces.

“I’m sorry, she did what?”

You and the other girls traded quick looks with each other. “She… distanced me and Rumi from each other and convinced me not to follow my dreams…?”

Bobby’s smile strained further. You could tell that Bobby’s mind was either going two ways: either there was only one thing on his mind or there were too many things going through his mind.

Zoey leaned forward, a concerned grimace on her face, “Uh, you good, Bobby…?”

Bobby shook his head, clearing his mind and refocusing, “I’m good, I’m good. I just may need to make a… call or two. You girls wouldn’t happen to know where I can find Celine, would you?”

Mira scoffed, “Antarctica hopefully.”

Rumi and you turned to look at her with concern, unsure if they really had sent Celine to Antarctica or not. You still didn’t really want to know.

Bobby was not perturbed though. He merely shrugged, frowning a bit, “I don’t think my calls will reach her then…” He sighed, sagging a bit as he rubbed his face, “I’m sorry girls. From now on, I’m going to do better to support you, all of you. Please. Come to me if you need anything. And I do mean anything. I can’t help you guys if you don’t talk to me.”

The four of you pulled Bobby over to sit in the middle of you all, pulling him into a group hug. “Oh Bobby, we appreciate you so much!” Zoey cooed. “We need a manager appreciation day.”

“We do,” Rumi nodded. “But don’t worry Bobby, we’re taking a three month hiatus—for real this time.”

Mira chortled, “Yeah, we’re gonna make sure Rumi doesn’t announce another new single during our hiatus this time.”

Rumi blushed, ducking her head bashfully. But she didn’t say anything.

“And I plan on taking at least a week or two before I really want to start planning my debut,” You added.

Bobby deserved a break.

A/N: I might redo this later, I think I’m just not used to writing Bobby’s character very much.

Outtakes:

You: *Used to people not listening to you so you trauma dump on everyone*

Everyone: “Who do I have to hunt for hurting you, my sweet summer child?”

You: *surprised pikachu face*

…

Bobby: *talking to you on the phone, taking a million notes on a clipboard* “Okay, and do you want me to talk to the design team for you?”

You: “Sure, just call or text them to let them know that I’ll be reaching out to them soon.”

Bobby: *Looking around* “I will do that, as soon as I can find my phone…”

You: “…”

You: “Okay, Bobby, let me know when you find your phone.”

…

Jinu: “Hey, have you guys noticed how competitive the Huntr/x girls are?”

You: “You have no room to talk with Chungae and Kwan.”

Jinu: “They are no where near as bad as Mira is.”

You: *Raising a brow at him* “Oh really?”

You: *Turning to Mira, Chungae, and Kwan* “Hey, Mira, Chungae, Kwan! No powers, race you all to the bottom of the Tower!”

Mira, Kwan, Chungae: *Immediately throws themselves out of the Tower*

You: *turning back to Jinu* “See.”

Jinu: “Okay, but mixing those three is like shaking a bottle of volatile chemicals!”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 18 days ago

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Mundane Moments 🔞

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: You guys have been asking for more smut and I wanted to wrap up my role reversal series before I tried writing any more smut but now it’s done so here you go! This is for @parker1fan so I hope this lives up to your expectations and I apologize if it doesn’t! No taglist for this one because I don’t know if any of y’all are minors. Posts might slow down a bit because I’m going on vacation and will only have my phone, so just a heads up!

Synopsis: Even the smallest, most normal actions of yours pull the boys deeper into love with you. And sometimes, deeper into you.

CW: Smut, p in v, anal, (two) threesomes, oral (m receiving), creampies, fingering, kissing, marking, bruising, dirty talk, praise, cursing, rough sex, lazy sex, etc.

Word Count: 2.1k

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

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Predicting the sexual appetites of your five demon boyfriends at any time of day was really just a roll of the dice. You had to admit that sometimes you were the one that initiated it, but most of the time you could be doing something totally normal like cooking a snack for yourself and the few boys in the apartment and one of them would come up behind you with roaming hands and needy lips, kissing along your jaw.

Like right now.

Jinu was on one side of you and Kwan on the other, their arms around your hips and waist as they kissed your neck, nibbling at your jaw. Your head tilted back with a soft sigh, “Guys, I’m cooking here…” But you still flicked your hand to turn the stove off.

Kwan hummed against your skin, “Hmm, sorry babe, you just look like such a sweet little wife, cooking for us. Let us show you how much we appreciate you, yeah?”

Jinu began leading you away from the kitchen, the food forgotten, “Come on, pretty girl. Come sing for us.”

The next few moments were a haze of stumbling footsteps, needy kisses, and roaming hands as the three of you left a trail of clothes behind you that the others would probably find later.

You lay between the two men, the dim room lit by the sun coming in through the window curtains and the warm glow of three pairs of eyes. You had a hand wrapped around Jinu’s shoulder, the other tangled in Kwan’s hair. Jinu nipped at your neck, leaving a trail of his marks amongst the map of fading bruises still there, a hand between your legs, lazily rubbing mindless shapes on your clit. Kwan’s lips were around your nipple, his eyes watching your expression intently as his fingers stretched your slick cunt open for them.

“Jinu… Kwan…” You mewled breathlessly, writhing in pleasure between them, your hips rocking into their hands. “Please…”

Jinu hummed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine at how close his voice was to your ear, “Please what, pretty girl?” He murmured. “Use your words.”

You whined low in your throat, “Please… more…” You mewled, clenching your pussy around Kwan’s fingers as your body tremored with pleasure.

And then you were on all fours, Kwan behind you as his cock, slick with a combination of his pre and your arousal, sunk into your clenching heat, groaning at the sensation, “Fuck, babe, your little pussy swallows up my cock so nicely…”

You almost let your face fall into the blankets as the feeling of being so full of him made your head dizzy. But then Jinu was there, tilting your head back up by your chin as he sat in front of your face, his legs spread so his cock kissed your lips. “Open up for me, pretty girl.”

And by god, you did. You opened your mouth to let his tip in, Kwan’s growing thrusts rocking you further back and forth on Jinu’s cock as he hissed. “Shit… so hot…”

The boys moved in sync in you, Kwan would pull back, his grip on your hips pulling your mouth off of Jinu’s cock until only the tip was in your mouth. And then Kwan would thrust back in and it would push you back down on Jinu’s cock as his hips rocked upwards. You moaned around Jinu’s cock, the vibrations making him roll his head back and curse.

“Oh, fuck, pretty girl, such a good girl, taking our cocks,” Jinu murmured as their hips sped up, rocking into you faster and harder.

“Fucking take ‘em, babe,” Kwan groaned, his fingers digging into your hips, sure to leave marks for later. It wasn’t long before your cunt started twitching and your hips squirmed in Kwan’s grasp. “You gonna cum for us, babe?”

”Mhmm…” You hummed around Jinu’s cock, your eyes watering and spit dripping down your chin messily. Jinu just cradled your face gently as he fucked your face.

“Go on, pretty girl, cum on our cocks.”

You cried out around his cock, falling onto your elbows as your pussy spasmed, twitching and clamping down on Kwan’s cock as he fucked you through your climax.

“Fuck, babe, so pretty when you cum for us…”

“Gonna cum too, pretty girl. Take it…”

One after the other, the two groaned, hilting themselves as far into your holes as they could as they spilled their release inside you. You moaned, gagging around Jinu’s cock as you tried to swallow the liquid before you choked. Jinu hissed at the way your throat convulsed around him before pulling free of your mouth with a gasp. You sagged, rolling onto your side, panting and Kwan rolling with you to wrap his arms around you from behind. He pressed a kiss against the back of your neck lovingly.

“Mmm, love you babe…”

After a moment, Jinu stood and went into the bathroom, coming out with a wet washcloth to clean you with before throwing it in the hamper and laying down in front of you with a sigh, pulling you into his arms as well.

“Rest, pretty girl, did so good for us…” He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and you fell asleep for a short nap.

~~~

Then there was also the time where you were reading with Hyeon and Jum on the couch. You were reclined against Jum’s chest, sitting between his legs. Hyeon was laying on you, his cheek pressed against your chest as you held a book behind his head, flipping the pages every few moments. Music was playing softly in the background, the sound of Jum scrolling on his phone in your ear.

Then Hyeon was pressing soft kisses to your chest and you tangled your fingers in his hair to mindlessly play with the strands as you read. Jum set his phone down somewhere, his hand settling over your throat with a gentle press.

It escalated quickly yet softly. One of them took your book from your hand and set it on the coffee table, mindful enough to lay it facedown so your page would be saved for later. Jum’s hand came up to your jaw so he could tilt your head back and lock your lips together, exploring your mouth with his tongue with a lazy greed. Again and again your lips came together as Hyeon nipped at your chest with his teeth, digging his teeth in and leaving marks.

Soon enough, clothes were scattered and you were pressed between the two men, Jum’s cock throbbing against your back while Hyeon ground against your clit, making you gasp.

You could hardly get a word out, only able to gasp and mewl and whine against Jum’s lips as he refused to let you get a break for air, making your lips throb and surely bruise.

Hyeon’s chest rumbled against you, reaching down between you to stretch you on his fingers, humming pleasantly when he felt how wet you were for them. Jum reached down as well, his fingers taking some of your slick and pressing against your ass until he slipped a finger in.

You gasped, arching against them at the strange sensation as both your holes were slowly fingered open. Jum still did not relinquish your mouth as Hyeon’s teeth nipped at your jaw, pressing a kiss to soothe the red skin.

Almost lazily, they stretched you open between them, you writhing and whining until they pulled their fingers away and pressed into you from both sides. They groaned against you.

“Mmm, my beautiful, beautiful girl…” Jum murmured against your lips, his tongue flicking across the swollen skin.

“Princess…” Hyeon rumbled, pressing his nose to the crook of your neck and taking a deep inhale of your scent. At once, they began to move, sinking their cocks as far into you as they could as you gasped and then rocking you back and forth between them.

It was slow, almost lazy in a way as they kissed you, leaving their marks on your skin in whatever way they wanted, their cocks stretching your holes. You could only writhe in pleasure at the sensations as they took their time with you.

You don’t know how long you lay there, dizzy with pleasure between them as they rocked into you at a lazy pace, groaning and pressing closer to you each time you clenched around their cocks.

Back and forth. Back and forth.

Bit by bit, they built you up higher and higher, just barely keeping you from falling over the edge as you teetered. You were panting and whining into Jum’s mouth, his lips just as swollen and bruised as yours was but he kept pressing them against you, tasting you over and over again as Hyeon licked at your neck, purring at your scent.

And then it was as easy as Hyeon’s pelvis grinding against your clit as he rocked into you.

You gasped, moaning as your eyes rolled back and you came around their cocks. You cunt clamped down around them, a silken vice as they cursed and groaned, pressing into you all the way to the hilts of their cocks and spilling their cum into you, the three of you twitching with pleasure.

You sagged limply between them. Jum pressed one last kiss against your lips and Hyeon nuzzled your jaw affectionately, their eyes closing as yours did.

The three of you fell asleep, their softening cocks plugging their cum in your holes.

~~~

And the time that Chungae drew you a bath after a long day. Well… admittedly, you had invited him to join you and he had happily joined you in the warm, scented water with his cock already stiffening with interest before he had even pulled you into his lap.

“My darling, you work too hard,” He hummed rubbing your shoulders.

You sighed as he rolled a knot out, “We all do, sweetheart, it’s hard for all of us to catch time together…” You leaned back against him, letting him wrap his arms around your shoulders and hold you close to him, sinking the two of you a little deeper into the water.

You turned in his arms so you could face him, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder and closing your eyes. You felt his lips softly kiss the lids of your eyes and then your cheeks and then your lips as you smiled softly. You could feel Chungae’s cock hardening against your belly, his hips twitching slightly to grind against you.

“Mmm,” Chungae hummed against your lips, brushing your wet hair over your shoulder, “I love you, darling.”

“I love you too, sweetheart,” You smiled in response. Chungae sighed in pleasure and it wasn’t long before he was lifting you and settling you onto his cock. The two of you sighed in pleasure, holding each other close in the water as he stretched you open slowly, patiently on his cock.

He rocked up into you, easing inch after inch into you as he watched every little minuscule change in your expression. You wrapped your arms around his neck, rocking your hips to meet his until he was fully seated within you as he groaned, pulling you closer to him so he could pepper your face with kisses.

“Ah, you feel so perfect around me, my love,” Chungae sighed, his hands settling on your hips to set the pace, guiding your hips up and down on his cock to meet the steady thrusts of his own hips up into you.

You moaned as he moved harder and faster into you, the water in the bath sloshing with each move you both made. “Chungae…” You moaned pleasurably. His cock was grinding against your walls with each thrust in a way that made your head foggy, mouthing at his neck mindlessly.

“Fuck, darling, you’re gonna make me cum…” Chungae moaned, his head tilting back for you as his hips thrusted harder up into you, the angle shifting just slightly, just enough to hit your spot, making you wrap your arms around him tighter with a gasp and a mewl.

“Oh, right there, you’re gonna me cum too…”

“Yeah? Cum with me then, darling,” Chungae whispered in your ear right before the both of you tipped over the edge, moans filling the bathroom. Your pussy trembled and pulsed around him, drawing out every drop of his release as he spilled deep in your cunt.

Coming down from your highs, the two of you sagged in the water, his cock softening in your cunt as the two of you just breathed for a moment, holding each other closely. Chungae pressed soft kisses against your temple before he pulled out to help you wash off. Then he drained the tub and dried you both off before taking you to bed to rest with him.

A/N: I’ll probably make another part to this later about how some of the other boys one-on-one with you or other ‘team ups’ they do but, again, I’m new to writing smut so I’m not in a lot of hurry to write it… Also, in my mind, Hyeon would be the type of guy that would definitely sniff your panties.

Outtakes:

You: *Doing something completely unsexy like eating ramyeon in an old, oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants*

Saja Simps: *Biting their lips and looking you up and down* “So… hey babe?~”

You: “I’m literally just eating!”

…

Rumi: “What’re you doing?”

You: *sitting on their couch with a blanket over your head, eyes flickering back and forth* “I don’t get boys…”

Rumi: “What’d they do now?”

You: “I was literally just drinking water and then suddenly we’re fucking!”

…

The Boys: *domestically cooking food for you* *cleaning the apartment without having to be asked* *making a grocery list* *folding the laundry without whining*

You: *getting flashes of what married life with them would be like*

You: “…okay yeah, I kind of get it.”

The Boys: “Huh?”

You: “Nothing!”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 18 days ago

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Hi, this request is for the Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader. Ever since I’ve heard ‘Forbidden fruit’ by Tommee Profitt, I can’t get the scenario out of my head.

Request: the Saja Boys and her (reader) sing ‘Forbidden fruit’ by Tommee Profitt together.

It might fit in between the series or after the series, whenever you see fit. If you’re not interested in writing it, you can just ignore this. 🥰🥰🥰

Forbidden Fruit

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Today is a spicier day because I may or not be going on vacation and it’ll be harder for me to write with just my phone but I will still do my best. It just may be some shorter works than usual for the next week or so.

Synopsis: You and the Saja Boys collab for the first time, digging up memories of that night on the roof for inspiration while you shoot the music video. (But don’t need to have read the series for it to make sense.)

Disclaimer: I do not own any songs or other media I use in my works.

CW: Nothing much, sexual tension, intimacy, kissing, etc.

Word Count: 1.8k

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

It was the set of the music video for your first collaboration with the boys—hopefully, the first of many. You had already collabed with the girls since they had called dibs on it and won the rock-paper-scissors tournament and you had then spent a couple of weeks with the boys, going back and forth about themes, lyrics, visuals, melodies, and everything in between. It had been awesome to clash your creativities against each other like that.

It had culminated into a song that you felt very proud of and were very happy to have written it with your boys. You were also very excited to shoot this MV.

The concept was very dark romance and the main shot would be taken all at once from different angles with various cameras. You and the boys had wanted it to feel more raw and the production team had agreed with the concept you all wanted so they let you all take the reigns on the project.

The boys hadn’t even seen you yet today as you had gotten ready in a dressing room with a small team. While they did your makeup, you closed your eyes and took several breaths as you sank into your memories of that night. For this shoot, you and the boys wanted to capture the feelings you all had when you had come to them after the catastrophe at the Idol Awards. The back and forth pull of seduction and corruption. That you still felt in some moments even now.

When you opened your eyes to meet your gaze in the mirror, you saw the faintest glow of amber in your eyes before it was gone. Your makeup was dark with silver accents. Elegant. Sultry. Your hair was wild yet contained in a way that made you look carelessly beautiful, like a dagger with a delicately bejeweled handle. Over your eyes was a delicate white and silver masquerade mask. It perfectly matched the floor length white dress you wore, a slit going all the way up almost to your hips so that your bare leg and bare feet would flash if you moved a certain way.

With the team covering you, walking on each side of you with a screen, you made your way onto the set and to your entrance. The dancers, you and the boys had practiced for a week, even doing a final practice that morning before you had to get into wardrobe to ensure that this shot could be taken flawlessly on the first try.

Meanwhile, the boys were already on their marks in the middle of the set, an opulent ballroom made out of marble, long swaths of cloth hanging from the ceiling with dramatic lighting and sharp shadows. The dancers around them wore different shades of gray, matching masquerade masks on their faces. Each of them were in a simple white button up shirt, matching slacks and had bare feet, their faces covered by white masquerade masks. Their hair was mussed and styled to look slightly wind blown or careless around their faces. There were little differences to each of their outfits, just in the way they wore them: Jinu had his sleeves bunched up, a silver chain hanging from one of his ears. Hyeon had his shirt untucked, the sleeves rolled up messily. Kwan had his shirt almost completely unbuttoned, creating a deep V that showed off his toned abs. Jum had only one side of his shirt untucked, but his sleeves were down, just slightly covering his hands. Chungae wore a silver chain necklace, the sleeves only partially rolled up his arms, his shirt untucked and the bottom buttons undone.

They were quiet, solemn looks on their faces as they put themselves back in the headspace of the night you came to them. Back into the minds that knew they shouldn’t want you because they would just stain your innocence with every press of their fingers. But that didn’t stop them from pulling you in, or you from diving in. They stood in a circle, their backs to each other as the music began.

The dancers around them began a dramatic waltz, not yet built up to its climax. The camera circled the boys as they sang.

“Every inch the fire gets closer~ It's in my blood, it's never over~ Like a twisted tangled rope, can't let go~”

The cameras around you filmed you looking down, slowly looking up, most of your face in shadow.

“I feel my flesh, it's getting weaker~ Every breath takes me deeper~ It's not hard to lose control, no~ I try to run but there's no hope~”

The door slowly opened, sending light across your features as the ballroom opened up to you and you slowly strolled in and to them. They turned to face you as you did and they didn’t have to fake a single expression of the pull they felt towards you. Their light.

“Temptation, I can't escape you, escape you~ Desire, you're my forbidden fruit, forbidden fruit~”

You reached them and they reached for you, pulling you into their arms as you all began to dance. Jinu pulled you into his arms first, the others beginning to circle around you as you danced, waltzing in the small circle with the eyes of the other boys on the two of you. There was a tension between you as your eyes were locked, your faces inches apart as you breathed the same air from each other’s lungs.

“I've had a taste there's nothing sweeter~ On my lips I've kissed the reaper~ Is it worth losing my soul, no~”

Abruptly, Jinu spun you and Chungae took his place, Jinu fading into the circle of boys around you as the dance continued without faltering. Chungae held you close to his chest, dipping you and sweeping your head to the side, following you closely.

“We dance inside a burning room~ There's no way out, there's no way through~ I've reached the end of every road~”

Chungae spun you into Jum’s arms, the maknae holding you softly as he pressed his forehead against yours as the two of you took this line. Then he lifted you into the air, looking at you as if you were the only thing keeping him to this earth.

“It's so much stronger than you know~”

Then you were passed into Hyeon’s arms, the dance picking up speed with the intensity of the song. He pressed his face into your neck and you rolled your head back to let him as your clothes began to change. The white of your dress and their outfits, slowly graying.

“Temptation, I can't escape you, escape you~”

Kwan was finally allowed to have his moment with you as your clothes continued darkening, further and further. Kwan’s hand was on the back of your head, pulling you closer and closer to him as your lips brushed with the words you sang.

“Desire, you're my forbidden fruit, forbidden fruit~”

For a moment, the dance slowed as the song did. By then, the dress you wore, the masks, the clothes the boys wore were all black as obsidian. But you and the boys did not falter or stumble in your dance. You didn’t pull away or push each other away, you merely gravitated closer and closer.

“Oh~ You're my downfall (Downfall)~ Downfall~”

Then it became a flurry of movement, the waltz moving even faster as you were passed between the boys within seconds of you landing in their arms. And each time, your eyes were solely on whoever held you while the boys who circled never once wavered from their gazes on you.

“Oh, temptation, I can't escape you, escape you~ Desire, you're my forbidden fruit, forbidden fruit~”

It ended with the boys posing around you, each of them as close to you as they could get, their eyes only on you. And you were in the middle of them all, your gaze locked with Jinu who was the closest to your face. Your chests were heaving with your heavy breathing and you were so close to pulling Jinu into a kiss so you could feel his lips against yours but you didn’t. Not until the cameras called cut anyway.

Jinu pulled you closer by the back of your neck, his mouth moving against yours greedily like you were the air his lungs needed. Then you were pulled from Jinu’s lips into Kwan’s, his hands tight on your hips as he devoured your mouth, stealing what little air in your lungs you had. And then you were in Hyeon’s arms as he pulled you close, his arms wrapping around your waist so every inch of you was pressed against every inch of his as he kissed you like a man starved. Chungae then pulled you to him, his hands cradling your face as he pressed his lips against yours again and again, your hands bunched in his shirt as he kissed you again and again and again. And finally you were in Jum’s arms, the greedy maknae taking your kiss swollen lips in his and not releasing you for anything as his tongue mapped every crevice he had long since memorized.

By the end of it, you were dizzy from the lack of air and your heart was racing, but you didn’t care.

“Alright,” Bobby called, stepping onto the set, “Come on guys, we need to get the last few shots and then we can call it a day! Save the kissy stuff for when you’re back home!”

You blushed but followed after the manager. Kwan pressed one last kiss to your cheek, a smirk on his face, “You heard him, babe. Be prepared for a lot of ‘kissy stuff’ when we get back to the apartment.”

You chuckled, swiping his lip, “You guys have lipstick on your lips.” And it was obvious to see where it came from, matching the deep, rich shade on your own lips.

“Good,” Hyeon merely said, licking his lip.

“You should keep the color on so it’ll be all we have on later,” Chungae teased flirtingly and you flushed a little, smacking his shoulder.

Jinu just chuckled and smirked at the antics of his friends and their girlfriend, “Come on guys, the faster we do this, the faster we can take our pretty girl home.”

“Jinu!” You chided the man but it didn’t work with the smile on your lips. The boys hurried ahead of you, chuckling as they avoided your soft wrath.

As he passed you, Jum pressed his lips against you for a lingering second then pulled away with a little smirk, his eyes glinting mischievously, “Last one. Don’t tell the others.” He jogged to catch up with his members.

You shook your head in amusement at your boyfriends but hurried to catch up with them. You still had to shoot the segment of you all actually in a burning room and one of you and the boys on the steps of a marble dias, and a few solo shots but…

You kinda couldn’t wait until you got back to the apartment either.

A/N: Yeah you and the boys are completely gone for each other. And Bobby has seen you guys making out so many times that he no longer cares.

Outtakes:

Editor: *watching the shots of the Poly Pride*

Poly Pride: *being the slightly possessive/obsessive polycule that it is*

Editor: “Is this even legal to put on YouTube…?”

…

Rujinu Fan: “Man, it’s so good the boys and (Y/n) get along so well!”

Zoeystery Fan: “I know! They’re so comfortable with each other and the boys are always supporting her!”

Miromabby Fan: “Yeah, and they have so many inside jokes like ‘(Y/n) marry me’ and everything!”

Rujinu Fan: “Yeah, I can’t believe some fans think they’re in a relationship!”

The Forbidden Fruit MV: “…”

Poly Pride Fan: “Guys.”

Polytr/x Fan: “Guys.”

…

*while practicing for the MV*

Poly Pride: *staring into each other’s eyes, eye fucking each other*

The Dancers: *side eyeing each other*

The Dancers: “…”

The Dancers: “So, how long do we have to deal with the sexual tension?”

Bobby: “At least you’re not their manager.”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 19 days ago

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Role Reversal Ending Explanation

Okay, for those who do not understand the ending of my Role Reversal Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Series, here is an explanation that hopefully makes sense. I will try my best to explain.

If you haven’t read the series then go check it out here!

When the reader sacrificed herself to stay with Rumi while also giving her soul to the boys to help them defeat Gwi Ma, her soul was thrown into the reincarnation cycle and the souls tied to her (i.e. Rumi, Mira, Zoey, and their parents) followed as well due to the reader’s deep desire to not be alone.

Now. In the words of the great Doctor, time is a wibbly wobbly ball of stuff. And should have no effect on a soul. So, all the souls went back to a certain point in time to ensure the reader would live happily. The village Jinu was born in just happened to be the same village that the reader and Rumi were born and raised in centuries prior. So, Rumi, Zoey, Mira, and the reader grew up in the same village as Jinu before Jinu ran away.

That’s where I bring in the Mandela Effect. It’s defined as a social phenomenon where a group of people share false memories of specific details about an event, person, place, or situation. The best example is a lot of people falsely remembering that Nelson Mandela died while in prison. There’s theories that someone was fucking with time and changed things and only some people remember the differences.

Anyway, that’s basically what happened. Jinu remembers that his mother died after he ran away due to overworking herself, making him blame himself for her death. He has no recollection of Rumi, Mira, Zoey, or you being in the village. Meanwhile, everyone else in the village, including his family, have plenty of memories of the four of you living and growing up in the village.

Meanwhile, you and the others have no memories of your previous lives because there’s basically two versions of your souls existing at once up until Gwi Ma’s defeat comes to pass and both versions of all of their souls snap back together, giving them back the memories of their demonic lives.

So basically. Yes the reader’s parents remember their previous lives, no they have no idea why they were reborn but they are just happy to have the chance to raise you and Rumi and watch you grow. Yes this opens the possibility for a Haon and maybe Celine confrontation.

That’s all I got. Let me know if it’s still confusing!

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that-one-girl2020 · 20 days ago

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Role Reversal Pt. 11

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: This is the last part! Okay, this is getting a different ending than my original short series because this is a different scenario and it wouldn’t really fit for it to be the same as the other. It’s a little out there but I like it *shrug*. Enjoy! I will also accept any requests for this series as well!

Synopsis: Gwi Ma is defeated, the Honmoon is sealed, and you are gone along with all that could have been. The boys do their best to pick themselves up and continue on. Jinu finally decides to face his past.

CW: Grief, mourning, suicide mention, mandela effect, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own any music or songs I use in my works!

Word Count: 2.6k

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

The dirt path up to the house crunched under Jinu’s footsteps. His heart was racing away in his chest but he was determined to put one foot in front of the other.

It’s been a week since the defeat of Gwi Ma. Since the loss of you.

After they had left Namsan tower, they had quietly made their way back to their Tower. They didn’t say a word, their hearts were conflicted—happiness and pride that they had sealed the Honmoon but sadness and grief at the loss of you. Silently, they sat around the living room with each other.

“She was content with her choice,” Jum eventually spoke, soft and vacant though it was. “In the end, she decided to make a change for herself.”

Chungae nodded in agreement, the only other member that had heard your final words, “She decided that she wouldn’t let herself be left behind anymore…”

Kwan scoffed softly, a wry twitch of his lips contrasting the soft look in his eyes, “Yeah, and then she went and left us behind.” He threw his arm over his eyes, leaning back tiredly. “I wasn’t the only one she was visiting, huh?”

“No,” Jinu sighed, “She said that she needed all of us to trust her. She would come visit my room so she could go through Derpy and Sussie’s tiny hat collection.” He chuckled, the two of you would also talk softly about what was different between your time and now.

Hyeon simply said, “We’d go to the arcade or something.” And now he would never get to do that again. Whenever he would go to the arcade now, he’d be thinking about you.

“She’d find me at the park and give me flowers,” Chungae added, rolling his head back. “The florist she got them from would tell her the meanings and she’d share them with me…”

“We’d go eat at the street market, I’d make her try stuff,” Kwan chuckled at the memories, “I made her eat pupae once.” There was a fond curve to his smirk as he bit his lip painfully.

“We’d find each other at the convenience store and eat snacks together. Just talk about stuff,” Jum slowly shared his own experience with you.

The five were quiet for a long moment. Then Chungae broke the quiet with a slow hesitancy, “I think… I think I might’ve loved her. If we had more time together…”

The other four didn’t respond right away. But they weren’t surprised.

“She just… listened. And yeah, it was for Gwi Ma, but it didn’t feel like it,” Jum agreed, chewing on his knuckle in place of his usual candies.

“Yeah. And she shared pieces of herself too, Y’know?” Kwan blinked, thinking back to the moments where it just felt like the whole world was you and him.

Jinu nodded, “She wasn’t playing a role, not really, when she was with us, I don’t think…” There were times he remembered seeing your walls go up, your eyes shutting off to him. But, then there were the times you would smile and laugh and the times you were vulnerable with him. Those things couldn’t be faked.

“She was real,” Hyeon nodded.

“So…” Kwan drawled. “We all could have loved her, if we had the chance…”

No one said anything to deny his words and the quiet seeped back in. The lack of your presence felt like a screaming void.

Slowly, the five of them opened up about their time with you—from first meetings to the final ones, they talked about you and slowly shared the pieces of you that you had given them, finally putting the whole picture together. And then they shared about themselves, the vulnerabilities that they had told you, what the demons had said at the Awards.

That’s why Jinu was where he was right now. The other four were at the Hunters’ House—currently empty with all the trainers scattered across the world. They were going through old records, specifically the ones from about four centuries ago. You had said you had fallen in love with a Hunter, right? So they were looking for evidence that you had really existed. And the name of the stupid man who killed you.

But, it turned out that Jinu’s village was only a forty-five minute drive from the Hunters’ House. So, with the support of his friends, he had decided to finally face his sister. She would be mad, furious even probably. But he couldn’t keep putting it off and wondering ‘What If’ for the rest of his life.

He faced the door with a shaky swallow, taking a deep breath, and knocked. He wiped his clammy palms against his pants, his jaw clenched.

The door slid open and it wasn’t who he thought it would be.

“Mom…?”

The woman gasped, her hand covering her mouth as her eyes watered, eyes scanning up and down him with hope. “Jinu…? Is that you…?”

Jinu was speechless, “Mom…” He watched as what could only be a phantom of his imagination reached out to him, cradling his cheek softly. She was warm, her hands rough. Then she was rushing at him all at once. He was pulled into her arms as she began to sob into his chest.

“Jinu! Oh, my boy!” Jinu blinked, his eyes shaking as he slowly brought his arms up and wrapped them around his mother’s trembling shoulders.

“Mom…” And then he was holding her tightly to his chest, his frame shaking as he was overcome with his own tears. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry I left, I should never have left you and Minha!”

His mother merely cradled the back of his head and hushed him, “Shh, Oh Jinu, you have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a better life here but I am so proud of the man you have become!”

Jinu could only cry as the two of them sank to their knees there in the doorway of the small house. He looked up over his mother’s shoulder when he heard footsteps just to see a young girl. Minha. She looked confused between her mother and the man with her and Jinu thought that for a moment she didn’t remember him. But then she gasped, her eyes watering as she scrambled to join them on the floor, burrowing her head into Jinu’s stomach.

Later, Minha would tell Jinu about how their mother had begun working more and more a little bit after he left. But then, a girl from one of the other families began coming over to help their mother around the house, bringing food and cleaning to help take the pressure off of the woman. Then her sister would join and then two more girls and then they would be invited over to the girls’ house for dinner with their parents. Their families became so close that they had helped their mother get a job online to work from home and still take care of her. He had just missed them, the two daughters and their friends had just left for the city that week.

Jinu gave his thanks to the parents though, a kind couple named Miyeong and Yong.

He returned to the Hunters’ House where he shared the strange events with his friends, even explaining how he was sure his mother had passed on due to overworking and exhaustion and that he had seen the records and everything. They were all confused, believing him of course. Then they showed Jinu the records they had found. Centuries ago, there had been records of a male Hunter named Haon that had supposedly killed himself after falling under the spell of a demon enchantment. The enchantment, apparently, had continued even after the man had killed the demon.

With more questions and few answers, the five of them returned to the city. To relax and take their minds off of everything, they decided to go out—the Saja Boys were officially on hiatus with Bobby’s full hearted support after they had apologized for what had seemed like the group breaking up at the Awards.

This time they had just spent some time around the city, doing stupid guy things like chasing each other down the river, seeing who could skip a stone farther—which turned into pelting each other with pebbles. They got snacks and ate them at a quiet little skate park. They were passing through an alley, the same one they had first seen you and the others in. They were quiet.

Chungae suddenly stopped, smacking Hyeon and Jinu who were on either side of him as he did. “Do you guys see that?”

The five looked up, just in time to glimpse a girl walking past the mouth of the alley ahead of them. “It can’t be…”

“Come on,” Kwan patted Jinu’s chest, hurrying ahead to follow the girl, just to get a glimpse of her face and put their hearts to rest.

Chungae ran after him, “Kwan, wait up man!”

“Hurry up!” He merely called behind him and they all hurried after the two pinkettes. There was no way it was possible. But then music started playing and they were in the same plaza and there was a cloud of pink smoke.

“No…” Jum’s jaw dropped at the sight, his heart racing with hope. He stumbled after the others as they pushed through the crowd so they could be closest to the cloud. Four girls burst out of the cloud.

“If you ready, I'm that girl~ Type that make you feel you're in another world~ Keep it chill, yeah, cherry swirl~ Type of flavor keep you on your toes, I'm sure, oh~”

There was Mira and Zoey, bursting into movement with smiles on their faces. They were softer somehow, like the jagged edges of their pasts had finally met the sunlight and it had softened those harsh edges.

And then you and Rumi stepped forward.

“I go bad but I'm good enough~ I'm too bad, are you good enough?~ It's so sad~ You ain't felt the love like this before~ Tell me why you stand over there~ When you could be right over here?~ Got all my girls on this end~ Get a taste of something different~”

The five men were speechless as their eyes were on you, the crowd cheering in excitement at the surprise Huntr/x street performance. But the Saja Boys only saw you.

You were there, you were alive. You still had your patterns, scarred marks across your skin matching your sister, but there weren’t any other signs of your demonic past. You were human. Why hadn’t you come to see them, to tell them? Did you not remember them?

You looked so happy though.

“I got the sauce so if you wanna try~ Something different, different, diffеrent~ Then you know I'm the onе you should call~ I'm going long, I know you heard about it~ And it's different, different, different~ Like nothing you ever had at all, oh-ooh-oh~ Get a taste of something different~”

However, you did remember. You remembered every moment.

Just over a week ago, you had woken up at home with centuries worth of memories. They clashed with what you knew. You had grown up in a loving home with your parents and older sister. You two had trained to be idols but never got to debut. Rumi and you fought sometimes but you were always there for each other. Mira and Zoey were practically your sisters, always with you and Rumi ever since you were little and you all grew up together in the village.

When the memories had come back, you didn’t know how to feel. Centuries worth of abandonment issues clashed with over twenty years of love and learning to love yourself.

“Gotta hold on tight~ Gotta stay on for the ride of your life~ Know what you want even when you're tongue-tied~ Hands in my back pocket by the end of the night~ You could feel the vibe I'm on~ Baby, don't you take too long~ I can feel the moment come~ Don't wait 'til it's gone~”

The four of you had talked. The old memories were there but the pain was easier to forget in place of all the good. Yeah, you were a little clingier with the people you loved now but… you were different now. You didn’t know how but you reasoned with the other girls that time had no effect on a soul so why couldn’t it happen?

However, the four of you knew that you wanted to keep performing. So you had come to the city less than a week ago. You guys had worked on this song together, cranking it out faster than you ever had before because it was important to you all. It was a song for yourselves. The four of you had changed but that wasn’t a bad thing. You loved yourselves now and you loved each other.

But the memories with the boys whispered in the back of your soul, and you didn’t know if they would be willing to get to know you all over again. But, you wanted to try. So you had waited until you knew the boys were out in the city and then the girls had indulged you for your first performance in over twenty years—not that anyone else knew that.

“I go bad, but I'm good enough~ I'm too bad, are you good enough?~ It's so sad~ You ain't felt the love like this before~ Tell me why you stand over there~ When you could be right over here?~ Got all my girls on this end~ Get a taste of something different~”

Your eyes locked with the boys, your heart skipped a beat. You flashed them a smile.

The five could only watch, their hearts pulsing with the desire to go over to you. You moved elegantly, dancing to the sweet beat of the song, taking lead with your sister as easily as you blinked. Even if you weren’t a demon anymore, there was something still so magnetic about you that called the boys to you. Your aura was both softer and stronger, the walls you once had weren’t so iron clad anymore and you were more settled in yourself.

You were beautiful.

“I got the sauce so if you wanna try~ Something different, different, different~ Then you know I'm the one you should call~ I'm going long, I know you heard about it~ And it's different, different, different~ Like nothing you ever had at all, oh-uh-oh~ Get a taste of something different~”

The crowd cheered as you and your sister posed next to each other with Mira and Zoey flanking the two of you. The four of you smiled and waved at the crowd, your hearts pounding at the sensation of returning to performing once again for their fans. Then you all slipped into a building and came out another door not long after in disguises like the boys as the crowd dispersed.

You hesitated for a moment, watching the boys from a distance. Then Rumi put her hand on your shoulder supportively, “You’ll only regret it if you don’t try.”

“Yeah, and we’ll be here for you if you need it,” Zoey added softly.

Mira smirked, crossing her arms as she gently hip checked you, “Yeah, we’ll kick their asses for you if you want, just give us the signal.”

You chuckled, feeling a little lighter now, “Thanks guys.” You took a deep breath, “Okay, I’m going in, wish me luck.”

“Good luck!”

“You got this, (Y/n)!”

“Fighting!”

The boys caught sight of you as you made your way through the dwindling crowd. You must remember if you were coming up to them. Their chests tightened, their feet shuffling to meet you halfway, gravitating toward each other.

You stopped in front of them and gave them a sweet, shy smile. “Hi.”

A/N: Yes, I gave it a cliche rom-com movie cliffhanger ending. And yes, this is the official ending of the series but you are welcome to shove requests in my inbox for more moments and interactions in this universe!

If you didn’t understand the ending, click here!

Outtakes:

Saja Simps: “So… can we talk about Haon…?”

You: *suspicious but fine* “Yeah, what about him?”

Saja Simps: “Like, do you know where he might have been buried?”

You: *very suspicious now* “Why…?”

Saja Simps: “Just, hypotheticals. Don’t worry about it.”

Polytr/x: “Can we hypothetically also know?”

…

You: *In the village house with Rumi* “Oh, hey, this is the same spot Celine threw a cup at me! I think there’s still a shard in the wall…”

Rumi: *blinking and turning to look at you* “I’m sorry, what?”

…

Jinu: “How come I remember something completely different happening? You changed my tragic backstory?”

You: *shrugs* “I don’t know, Mandela effect?”

Jinu: “Do I have to google stuff to find out if other things have changed? And why is Derpy blue now?!”

You: *shrugs harder* “I don’t know!”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 20 days ago

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Okay, what if the boys got turned into babies/toddlers, maybe they touched a talisman. They keep their adult mentalities. They don’t tell reader so they can get snuggles, and polytrix is like “these little shits”. Chaos ensues. BTW I love your writing!!!

Little Artifacts

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: This one’s a bit of a mash up of two or more requests I’ve gotten. I’ll get around to an actual ‘baby fever’ fic soon but it’ll probably end up being a smut so… But you guys asked for some sugar after all the angst going on in my Role Reversal series so here it is!

Synopsis: You guys head back to the Hunters’ House for a weekend to really dig through all the things in the archive and see what has been gathering dust for centuries. You stumble across a strange carving though and it has some… odd abilities.

CW: Fluff, baby shenanigans, cuteness.

Word Count: 3.6k

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

“Ohhh, this is cool…” You heard Zoey hum from somewhere in the archives. You guys had taken a free weekend to come back to the Hunters’ House and really dig through all the old stuff that was around the archives. There was so much stuff here that it could probably fill several museums a few times over.

“I can’t tell if this is really impressive or if Hunters are just a bunch of hoarders…” You heard Chungae muse from somewhere nearby. You were digging through a crate of fabrics, it seemed like some hanboks that the old Hunters used to wear when they performed for people.

“Both. Definitely both,” Mira called, her voice echoing slightly.

“I think some of this stuff is older than me,” Kwan added from somewhere to your right. You looked up as he came around a shelf stacked with smaller ornate boxes.

“I think some of this is older than all of us. Combined,” Jinu responded. “I’m getting hungry, what about you guys?”

“Me too,” You chimed, straightening up with a sigh. “Hey, girls, we should see if some of these old hanboks would fit us—shouldn’t let them go to waste.”

You could hear several of them coming over to group together and one by one they came around crates and shelves. Rumi came over to look in curiously, “Oh, these are in good condition,” Rumi mused as she ran her fingers over the embroidered cloth.

Zoey reached between the two of you to pull up some fabric, “Ohh, and if they don’t fit, we could repurpose the fabric!”

Hyeon came up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, it was his favorite thing to do.

“Find anything interesting, lovey?” You quietly asked him.

He shook his head, “Just some old tapestries of demons long dead…”

You hummed in response.

“Hey guys, look at this,” Kwan chimed from where he had opened one of the boxes curiously. It was a simple wooden carving of some kind of spirit or deity from long ago with a stone in the center of it. “I’ll be your idol~” He sang jokingly.

The eight of you chuckled or rolled your eyes, you walked over, taking the carving from him, “Very funny, bub. Please don’t break anything, we don’t know what this stuff is,” You chided him.

Kwan huffed, rubbing your shoulders roughly to make you giggle, “Come on, babe, it’s not like anything down here is magic or anything.”

You shrugged him off, “Come on, bub, you’re gonna make me drop it.” It was then that your thumb brushed over the stone at the center of it and your patterns reacted, glowing as the stone let off a glow in response. “Wha—“ And then you were enveloped in a cloud of magic as if you had just teleported. But when the cloud cleared, there was just a little pile of your clothes and the carving on the ground.

Rumi spoke first. “What. Did you. Do.”

“(Y/n)?” Jinu called hesitantly, looking around to see if you appeared somewhere.

Kwan was frozen, “I-I didn’t…” he stuttered, scared that he had accidentally sent you to the other side of the globe or even killed you. Shakily, he reached down to pick up your clothes, flinching slightly when the pile of fabric moved. He pulled the fabric out of the way and froze once more at the sight, his brain blue screening.

“Uhh… Guys?” Kwan called, not taking his eyes off of the little pile.

“What? Did you find her? Did you shrink her?” Zoey asked, concerned, as they wandered closer to see what he was looking at.

“Uh, in a way, I guess,” Kwan responded, a smile crawling across his face. He reached down, “Oh, you’re so fucking precious…” He cooed.

“What?” Jinu asked him as they looked down at what he was cooing at. The seven of them stopped as soon as their eyes caught on what it was.

A little face with slightly amber eyes, little fangs, small patterns, and miniature claws peered back up at them.

“Awww~” six people cooed.

“Oh no,” Rumi murmured, shaking her head to look at the others when she realized how they reacted. “Guys!”

“What?” Mira ignored her girlfriend, “She’s adorable!”

Rumi waved her arms pointedly, “She’s a baby.”

“Exactly,” seven voices chimed at once.

Little baby you, having no idea what was going on, babbled and waved your arms at the eight people above you. “Ah, ba, ba…”

“Ohh, it’s okay (Y/n), I’ve got you,” Kwan cooed, reaching down to carefully scoop you up with your adult clothes. He stood and the rest of the boys, Mira, and Zoey gathered around him to coo at you and your little face.

“Hi (Y/n)!~”

“Ohhh, I’ve never seen such little fangs!”

“She grabbed my finger!”

“Can I hold her? I wanna hold her.”

“You’re so cute.”

“She’s so tiny.”

“Lemme hold her, Kwan.”

“No, it’s my fault so my responsibility!”

“Kwan. You don’t want to find out what I’ll do if I do not get to hold her right now.”

“No…”

“Gimme the baby, Kwan.”

Rumi sighed, sliding a hand down her face as she interrupted the group before they could start arguing, “Guys we don’t know what just happened, we don’t know. If this’ll wear off or if she’s stuck like this forever!”

They stared at her blankly. Even you.

Jum pursed his lips, “Technically, she wouldn’t be stuck like this forever, she would start aging eventually.”

Rumi did not appreciate his input. “Yeah. Thank you, Jum, for that wonderful comment.”

Zoey shrugged, reaching over to take Rumi’s hand and swing it with hers, “Relax, Rumi. I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’ll probably wear off after a while. Just enjoy our time with little baby (Y/n) in the meantime!”

“Zoey…” Rumi drawled unsurely.

But then little you lit up with recognition, your arms reaching out to Rumi, “Ruru!”

And Rumi folded like a wet piece of tissue paper.

She pulled you into her arms, “Ohh, it’s okay (Y/n), sissy’s here,” she cooed and bounced you in her arms as you giggled and reached for her hair. Rumi pulled her braid around to make it easier for you.

“Let’s take her upstairs,” Hyeon chimed, looking around at all of the stuff around them with a new look in his eye. He mentally catalogue all the possible hazards for little you around.

“Yeah, maybe find something for her to eat before she starts fussing,” Mira agreed and the group made their way upstairs.

You started whining, “Ba, ba!” You waved your arms.

“Uh oh,” Chungae noted, “Think someone’s getting fussy…”

“Quick, go find something to feed her!” Zoey ushered them and the boys hurried ahead.

“Wait, what do babies eat?!”

“I don’t know!”

“Uh, how old is she?”

“Can we mush something up for her?”

Rumi chuckled as she bounced you, doing her best to keep you calm while the boys scrambled to find something for you to eat. “They’re hopeless,” Mira rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, they are,” Rumi responded. She had to admit that she was fond of the dorks though.

“Imagine how they’ll be after this, though,” Zoey chimed, bouncing along besides them, and making faces at little you to try and distract you, “I mean, I kinda want one now too~”

Rumi scoffed in amusement, even though she kind of felt the same, “Zoey…”

Mira chucked, smirking, “Maybe baby fever really is contagious,” she snarked. Just as they entered the kitchen to see the mess the guys were making. Jinu and Chungae were digging through the fridge and the cabinets, piling whatever fruits or vegetables they found on the counter where Jum, Hyeon, and Kwan were cutting and mashing or blending them and putting them in different bowls.

“Guys, she doesn’t need that much to eat,” Rumi looked at them dumbly.

Jinu looked up innocently, “Yeah, but we didn’t know what she would want, if she couldn’t eat anything as a baby, if she got fussy…” Jinu trailed off, putting a container of strawberries on the counter. “I think that’s everything,” He noted proudly.

“What are we supposed to eat now too? The food mush that she doesn’t eat?” Mira snarked, picking up a bowl and a spoon, stirring the banana mush around.

“Why not?” Hyeon responded.

“Here, baby (Y/n), try this~” Chungae coos, a bowl of carrot mush in one hand, and a spoon waving at you in the other. You watched the spoon, your eyes wet and teary as you cooed. He pushed the spoon into your mouth as you were distracted watching it. “Do you like it? Yummy yummy~”

You spat it at him.

“Pfft…!” Kwan was the first to break down into laughter at the sight of Chungae sprayed with orange carrot mush and baby spit. The rest broke down at the same time. Baby you giggled along at the sound of so much laughter.

“Oh you think that’s funny, baby?” Chungae couldn’t help but smile at your little laughs.

“Try some of the fruits,” Jum suggested once the chortles had died down, leaning against the counter to watch Chungae keep trying. He was kind enough to toss him a towel though.

“Let me try!” Zoey cheered, grabbing the closest fruity smelling bowl and a spoon. “Here, (Y/n), open up for the choo-choo train! Choo-choo!”

How was it that a baby could look so unamused as you did right now.

“No?” Zoey pouted. You didn’t even open your mouth.

“I’ll try,” Mira said, hip bumping her girlfriend out of the way as she held up a spoonful of banana mush to you. “Come on, (Y/n), know you’re hungry.”

Your eyes started watering and you started hiccuping, “No. No no no, don’t do that! It’s just food!”

You kept crying and Rumi bounced you again, narrowing her eyes at Mira, “Mira…”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Guys, please,” Rumi told them, “I love her but my arms are getting tired…”

“I’ll try next!” Kwan volunteered, coming around the counter with a bowl of blueberry mash. “Come on, (Y/n), I know you’re my little angel, open up for me~” He cooed in a high pitched baby voice.

Your face twisted. You started crying again with a vengeance.

Kwan froze, his face terrified. “I think she’s broken.”

Mira smacked his shoulder, “She’s not broken, you idiot. I think she’s just… picky.”

They turned when they heard your crying stop and instead the little sound of happy claps. While they were distracted, Hyeon had taken you from Rumi as the girl rolled her shoulders and Jum was feeding you a bowl of blended up strawberries and honey. You were smiling and clapping happily even as excess mush dribbled down your chin, Jum wiped it away softly with a little smile.

The two looked up when they realized how quiet the kitchen had gotten. “What?”

Rumi shook her head, “How about we make smoothies out of the rest of this for us and find some other food or something?”

They looked at the few dozen bowls on the counter full of different types of vegetable and fruit purée or mush. “Sounds good.”

Once you were done eating, Jinu took his chance to grab you while the others were busy cooking in the kitchen and brought you to the den where Derpy and Sussie were relaxing. He sat in front of Derpy with you in his lap, “Look, (Y/n), it’s Derpy! Say ‘hi Derpy!’” He cooed, waving your little arm for you as you babbled.

Derpy looked at you curiously, rumbling as he leaned forward. You stared back, your mouth open in awe at the big, fluffy animal in front of you. You bopped his nose with your hand, making Derpy recoil and go cross eyed for a moment. You giggled. Derpy leaned forward again, pushing you with his face and you tumbled back into Jinu’s lap with a delighted shriek. Jinu almost had a heart attack.

“Gentle, Derpy, gentle,” he chided the tiger softly, helping you sit back up.

He watched carefully as you crawled over to Derpy and began climbing over the tiger, Derpy letting you. You giggled and babbled as you crawled over the tiger and settled on his large head, looking down into his eyes with a gummy smile.

Chungae, having been sent to bring Jinu his smoothie, cooed softly and whipped out his phone to take a million photos and a few hundred videos of the adorable sight.

“I want one…” Chungae muttered as he joined Jinu to watch you play with the tiger, Sussie watching, bored from up above but keeping a close eye on you.

“I know, me too…” Jinu agreed, leaning his cheek on his fist as he watched you fondly. He wanted to do a million and one things with you like this but he didn’t know where to start. He settled for this for now, watching Derpy turn to lay on his back, you on his stomach, giggling up a storm. You were a surprisingly happy baby.

“Here guys.” They turned to accept the plates handed to them with thanks as the others joined them in the den to coo and watch you play with the tiger while they ate. “That’s safe, right?”

“Yeah, Derpy wouldn’t hurt her,” Jinu reassured Rumi.

“Ohhh, maybe we should color with her!” Zoey bounced excitedly, ideas of baby activities flying through her head at light speed. “Or we can dig up some of the baby clothes around here and have her do a little fashion show! Or we can fill the tub and watch her splash around for a bit! Or—“

Mira cut the excited girl off. “Babe, I think you’re tiring her out already,” Mira nodded over to where your eyes were getting heavy while nuzzling into Derpy’s fur. You yawned. Hyeon was the first to ditch his half empty plate and scoop you into his arms, plopping onto the couch with you on his chest.

“Dude,” Jum pouted, “Come on…”

Hyeon didn’t care. He just hushed them and hummed under his breath, watching as your eyes got heavier and heavier until you were asleep on his chest. Jinu, Kwan, Jum, and Chungae gathered closely to watch your little sleeping face.

By the time you woke up, you were an adult again with no memories of what happened and completely naked.

~~~

“What is this thing anyway?”

The nine of you had returned to the archives after you had eaten and gotten dressed—not in that order. You had no memories of what had happened but apparently you had turned into a baby…?

“We should probably label it as dangerous and put it away…” You told them. Jinu was on your left, your hand in his as he traced nonsensical patterns on the back of it. Kwan was on your right, rubbing your shoulder apologetically, still feeling guilty for causing whatever had happened to you.

Zoey was carefully twisting the carving in her hand, even brushing her thumb over the same stone at its center only to yield no change. She had reasoned that she didn’t care if she spent a few hours as a baby.

“I don’t know…” Zoey murmured, twisting it over in her hands over and over again. “It doesn’t do anything when I touch it. Maybe it's a one and done thing.”

Rumi looked at her girlfriend with poorly concealed worry, “(Y/n)’s right, Zoey, let’s just pack it away and put a caution label on it.”

“Lemme see, maybe it only reacts to demon patterns,” Jinu chimed, holding his hand out for the carving. “We should figure out what it is before we pack it away.”

Hyeon grabbed it when Zoey offered it out, going to pass it over to Jum, Kwan put his hand on it too to move it along, Chungae reached over without a thought to help as well, and Jinu put a hand on it as well to take it. They weren’t sure who, but someone must have brushed against the stone because suddenly the stone glowed and all their patterns reacted, glowing as well. And then there was a poof and there were five less men in the circle.

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey facepalmed, not even having to see to know that there were now five babies with them. You—who hadn’t experienced the baby phase the last time—immediately cooed as the cloud cleared and you caught sight of five big pairs of eyes in little baby faces peering back at you.

“Awww, babies!~” You cooed,a smile spreading across your lips. You scooped Jinu and Kwan into your lap, the closest ones to you.

However, the one thing that differed between your sudden transformation and the boys’ was that they were fully mentally aware of what was going on. Maybe because it was five transformed at once and not just one but they knew that they were now in tiny, cute little bodies and they were going to milk it for your attention.

Hyeon, Chungae, and Jum quickly crawled over to you, waving their arms, babbling, and making grabby hands at you. You were none the wiser, “Ohhh, you guys are so precious! Oh, I want one…” You carefully laid down on your stomach so you could give them plenty of attention.

Jinu was patting your cheeks with his little hands, exploring your face with soft babbles. Kwan was tugging your fingers this way and that, shaking your hand to try and get you to focus on him and play. Hyeon was curled up like a lazy cat in the crook of your neck. Chungae was tugging on your hair, liking the texture of it running through his little fingers as he babbled with fascination. Jum was bouncing on his little baby butt, surprisingly also with demon features like little fangs and claws, small patterns running the length of his arms and legs, his skin tinted unnaturally and his eyes glowing a soft amber.

“Oh, I now see why everyone thought my baby fangs and claws were so cute, you’re just so adorable, Jum~” You cooed, nuzzling your nose against his to listen to him giggle.

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey saw right through the guys—well, Rumi and Mira did for sure. They remembered the empty headed, innocent look in your eyes from when you were a baby just a few hours ago. These five babies were way too aware of what was going on around them. When you moved, their gazes snapped to you. When one of them had more of your attention, they noticed and acted just that much cuter until your attention was on them.

“Alright,” Rumi sighed, “Let’s head back upstairs for the next few hours. At least they don’t have to eat.”

You got up to your knees when the five started whining, their eyes shining as they made grabby hands at you. “Aww, I’m sorry guys but I can only carry one—two max—of you guys at a time…” It kind of broke your heart that you didn’t have enough arms to carry all of them at once. Why couldn’t you have five or six arms? This was a crime.

“Okay,” Mira rolled her eyes, grabbing the closest baby despite their cries. “Let’s go.” It was Chungae. And he was not happy. Pouting and pushing at her face and waving his arms at you to try and convince you to take him.

Rumi grabbed Kwan, Zoey grabbed Jinu—both of whom made their unhappiness very clear—which left you with Hyeon and Jum, who were both smugly happy that they were the ones cradled in your arms. Of course, it was a little disconcerting to be so tiny and being carried in someone’s arms, but they loved it nonetheless.

Carefully, you followed your sister and her girlfriends back up the stairs you had only just come down. You all went into the den and the girls waited for you to sit down on the ground before placing the three fussy babies in their arms around you. They immediately changed their tune as you gave them attention.

“Okay, I love you all,” You mused to them, “But I have no idea how and not enough hands to give all of you attention…”

The five little faces pouted up at you as if they understood you—Chungae even threw in a lip wobble for good measure. You wiggled your fingers at them with a coo, “Oh, but I’m sure the boys’ll give me one soon if I ask for it~”

Their brains short circuited for a moment, making them topple over with how weak their baby bodies were without focus. Yes. Yes they would.

“Aw, I love you guys so much~” You cooed, oblivious to their mental battle as you lifted Hyeon into the air and blew a raspberry into his tubby little belly. He giggled and it was the loudest thing you’d ever heard leave his lips. You laughed along with him.

The other four weren’t having any of it though, whining to get your attention, waving their arms in the universal signal for ‘I want up.’ So you snorted, “Gosh, you guys are needy babies, huh? Alright, one at a time!” You lifted them into the air one by one, cooing and making little noises of excitement for them.

Mira, Rumi, and Zoey watched from the couch. “Do you think she’ll figure out that they’re playing her?” Mira asked her two girlfriends as they cuddled together.

“Wait, what?” Zoey blinked up at her.

Rumi answered, “Maybe when they turn back and realize they keep acting awkward with her.”

“Nevermind that,” Zoey shook her head, “Can I have one? I really really want one,” Zoey pouted, looking up at her girlfriends with wide, gleaming puppy dog eyes.

Rumi hummed, “Hmmm…” She pursed her lips in thought for a moment. “Maybe.” She pressed a kiss to both Mira and Zoey’s foreheads as the latter cheered quietly.

A/N: Can you guys tell that I don’t spend a lot of time with babies?

Outtakes:

You: *random baby babble*

Jum: *Nodding his head, listening intently* “Mmm, I see what you mean.”

You: *more baby babble*

…

You: “You guys were such adorable little babies~”

Saja Simps: *still thinking about how you said you wanted babies*

Saja Simps: *strained smiles* “Oh yeah? Do you have any pictures?”

You: *pulling out your phone* “Mmm, yeah, I wanted to put it through a program with my baby pictures to see what our babies would look like.”

Saja Simps: *bluescreening* “You’ll show us, right.”

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Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Request Master List

A/N: My Master List was starting to look too chaotic for me so I decided to divide things up a little. This is where I’ll put all the links to the completed requests I post for my original KPDH short series.

Divider credit: @enchanthings

The Confrontation - After the defeat of Gwi Ma, you, the Huntr/x girls, and the Saja Boys take a trip to the Hunter’s House to do some research. Of course Celine is there and of course they have to deal with the toxic treatment that she’s given you and Rumi. (Should read the original short series to make sense.)

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

First Kisses - Now that Gwi Ma has been defeated, it is clear that you and the boys have immense feelings for each other. But you have still yet to kiss anybody. Well, until now.

Baby Photos - After kicking Celine to the curb, the nine of you begin your search through the household for answers. But you are waylaid by certain photos being found. (Should be read after The Confrontation.)

Smut 🔞 - Minors please do not interact. While watching a movie with the boys to relax from preparing for your solo debut, Hyeon gets distracted and it leads to your first intimate night with them.

The Debut - After the defeat of Gwi Ma and with the support of your sister, your boyfriends, and your sisters-from-other-misters, it’s finally time for you to have your solo debut as a music artist. And of course the eight idiots have to go and support you.

Interlude - What happened between Rumi and Jinu before the Idol Awards without the romantic undertone? What fight did the boys stage as part of their plan? (Takes place during/before part 5 of the short series.)

Cuddle Time - After a long few weeks after your debut, you finally get a day off—well, other than that one time—but everyone else is busy. That’s okay though, you have Derpy and Sussie to recharge with.

Old Scars - Your debut is fast approaching and you are kind of stressing out. Huntr/x and the Saja Boys all schedule a day to hang out to try and help you relax, but you end up falling back onto old habits. (Will have to have read the short series to make sense.)

Your Biggest Fans - Your boyfriends and three sisters are your absolute eight biggest fans. They also happen to be your eight biggest menaces.

Dating With Demons - Attempting modern dating with five demon boys with limited experience in the modern world? Yeah, it’s about as cute as you expected it to be.

Promises - Time for you to walk down the aisle and to the rest of your life with the five men you love.

Happy Birthday - No one has really celebrated your birthday for years, including yourself. But this year is different and the people that love you are determined to give you the best birthday ever.

A Father’s Love (AU) - Your father was a powerful demon during his time in the demon realm, the boys remembering who he was while looking at your baby photos at the Hunters’ House. And then a dead man shows up. (Takes place directly after Baby Photos.)

Seething - You have debuted as a solo artist and that’s great! Especially since you’re getting so many offers for different projects and collabs now. But not when it pulls your attention from your boys, who begin to quietly seethe.

Little Artifacts - You guys head back to the Hunters’ House for a weekend to really dig through all the things in the archive and see what has been gathering dust for centuries. You stumble across a strange carving though and it has some… odd abilities.

Forbidden Fruit - You and the Saja Boys collab for the first time, digging up memories of that night on the roof for inspiration while you shoot the music video.

Mundane Moments 🔞 - Even the smallest, most normal actions of yours pull the boys deeper into love with you. And sometimes, deeper into you.

Snaps - After the Celine Confrontation, you, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey sit down with Bobby to have a serious talk with him about what exactly happened at the Idol Awards. You ask him to be your manager and you end up telling him about Celine. (Go read my other stuff for this to make sense. Also, the boys aren’t in this one).

Baby Fever - You, the girls, and your boys go to a children’s hospital to perform for the kids. You find yourself enjoying your time with the kids and the boys find themselves enjoying you enjoying your time with the kids.

Devotion - Ever since your engagement and marriage to the Saja Boys, a stalker has been making themselves known to you. It gets worse and worse until you end up being kidnapped. Of course your husbands and three sisters need to get their pound of flesh.

Salt - Your debut is fast approaching and you won’t have much time to spend with the boys. Your patience snaps after one too many times of the boys giving more attention to their idol responsibilities. And yes, you are petty enough to make a salt circle despite you being part demon.

Last Updated: 9:33 pm EST, August 17, 2025

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that-one-girl2020 · 22 days ago

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Role Reversal Pt. 10

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Okay, I narrowed it down to two songs each for Your Idol and What It Sounds Like and eventually made my choice. Thank all of you guys for your suggestions but I think these two songs really fit both the characters as they are at this point in time and the themes of the original songs. Let me know what you think!

Synopsis: It’s time for the plan to finally come to a close, Gwi Ma’s victory is near. But the boys aren’t done yet.

CW: Death (It’s always death), manipulation, burning, grief, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the music or songs I use in my works.

Word Count: 4.4k

<< Part 9 || Master List || Part 11 >>

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

“Hey everyone,” Rumi spoke from the billboard, you, Mira and Zoey at her sides as she played the empathetic card. “We know you’re sad about the Saja Boys breaking up, we are too…”

You followed silently to the next billboard. “So tonight, to cheer everyone up, we’re gonna have a free concert at Namsan Tower.” The four of you held out your arms toward the tower illuminated in the distance. “Don’t miss it for the world.” You faded away.

The boys had separated, splintered apart. You watched from a rooftop, just to make sure, you had told the girls. Some fell under the influence of Gwi Ma’s power, whispers filling their minds. In the sea of dark purple light sticks, you could make out Kwan, Chungae, and Jinu in the sea of faces.

“You’ll never be seen as anything but the violent monster you really are, you aren’t good for anything else. But I can give you somewhere to belong…”

“No one has ever or will ever love you, how can they when you don’t even know how to love yourself? But I can give you a place to be loved…”

“You left them to die, how could you ever deserve to be happy? But I can give you a place where all those memories will disappear…”

You didn’t know where Jum or Hyeon had gone. Maybe they were part of this crowd and you just hadn’t seen them, or they could have left out of hopelessness. Or to try and get the previous Hunters that still lived. It didn’t matter though, it was already too late, the Honmoon was crumbling around you.

You couldn’t tell if you felt empty or too much at once. You had pried the boys apart with your own two hands. They had trusted you with the vulnerable parts of themselves and you had gone and ripped them to pieces. So why was it that your chest hurt? Like you had reached in with your own claws and torn out your heart, leaving a gaping hole behind.

You shook yourself, reminding you that you had a job to do. You either completed your mission and Gwi Ma would finally take all these memories from you or you defied him and you would suffer for the rest of eternity. What was there to defy him for anymore anyway.

You spun on your heel, turning away from the view and teleported away to the apartment. The girls were there, silent as they got ready for the performance. They looked up at you as you appeared and you looked at them with steely determination. “Let’s sing the other song,” You demanded.

They blinked, taking a moment to process what you had just told them. “What?” Zoey chirped. “Nonono, we decided that we would do ‘Villains’ because it was easier to layer our charm into the lyrics!”

You frowned, remaining stubborn, “It’s a sinister song, even if we can layer our charm into the lyrics, it doesn’t matter if the fans don’t connect to it even the slightest.”

Mira shook her head, waving her hands, “No, hold on, (Y/n). We all agreed on ‘Villains’ days ago! We just don’t have the power to layer our charm into the other song efficiently,” Mira argued.

“Fine,” You snapped at her, “Then I’ll take the lead vocals! My charm is stronger than all of yours anyway.”

“(Y/n), you’re being crazy—“

“Fine,” Rumi’s voice cut Mira’s off.

“Rumi!” Mira and Zoey turned to her incredulously but you and your sister remained locked on each other.

“If she wants to take the lead on this song then let her. She’s right anyway. It’s the one thing our father was good for,” Rumi told them. “Just tell us why.”

You didn’t say anything at first, clenching your fists. “I’m sick of being human. I don’t want to be human anymore if it means feeling like this. A villain is a simple human concept and yeah, maybe I’m a villain, I accept that. But I just want to leave it all behind now.”

It was the most emotionally vulnerable you had been with your sister in centuries. But your expression did not waver, your voice did not tremble. You looked in each other’s eyes, searching.

Rumi watched you. The clench of your fists. The tenseness in your jaw. And your eyes. She could see it, centuries of hurt and frustration, broken hopes and dreams that she had played a hand in. And beneath it all, she could see the eyes of the little girl who had once asked her if they would ever leave their village. The little girl who didn’t want to be left behind anymore so she was leaving first now.

“Okay,” Rumi agreed simply. She nodded at her two girlfriends, “Change of plans, we’re going with the other song now.” She ignored their protests, walking away.

You left them to it, going to your room and closing the door softly behind you. Arson whined, padding over to you and nudging himself against your stomach. You smiled weakly, sinking to the floor with him between your legs, burying your head in his fur as you did your best to just take a few breaths.

After a while of sitting there as Arson comforted you. You stood, going to your closet and finding your demon robes hidden all the way at the back. You slowly put it on. “Come on guys,” You called Arson and Sprite. “It’s time to go.”

You teleported away. Just behind the weakening barrier, you joined the other girls, already waiting and in their demon forms. Gwi Ma waited with an army of demons behind him.

“(Y/n), I hear you will be taking the lead tonight. Good. Are you ready to forget it all?”

Your view of the stadium filling with purple lights was clouded as faces flashed through your mind. Rumi. Celine. Haon. Hyeon. Kwan. Chungae. Jinu. Jum. Your chest twisted and your hands flexed. No more. Please. No more.

“Good,” Gwi Ma purred behind you. “I’m ready to feast.”

Sprite crooned on your shoulder and you glanced at him. He had grabbed the bracelet, the one Jinu had given to you as a symbol of hope. You shouldn’t. You betrayed him and all the others. He would hate you now. Now that he knew of everything you did and what you are. But you could use a little hope right now and… maybe it would be nice to have one last reminder of them.

Kwan, Chungae, and Jinu stood in the crowd, their eyes dazed and their expressions down. They wanted to see you. Just one last time. To take all the pain away. Everything else fell away around them. All the arguing and the lies, the things they had said and the things they had wished they had said, it all faded away.

The crowd around them roared when the screen flickered and the music started.

“Go-go-go-go-go-gods~ Go-go-go-go-go-gods~”

You rose from beneath the stage like the figure you sang of, the four of you floating there for just a moment. When the beat dropped, the four of you dropped to the stage and Rumi circled to the front, shooting you a glance.

“Ay, this is what you came for, blood on the game ball~ Everybody dropping like rainfall~”

Mira took her line. She was worried about you, of course she was. The two of you didn’t really talk but you were still Rumi’s sister and a good person that fell on some shit luck. She wanted you and Rumi to work it out before now, but she also wasn’t gonna let you just take your anger out on her girlfriend. And now it was too late to do anything.

“Uh, this is your moment, eyes on the pulpit, kid~ Think church just opened~”

Zoey stepped forward to the cheers of the crowd. She also couldn’t help but look at you as she sang. She did her best to layer her charm over the lyrics she sang, trying to keep some of the pressure off of you but she could tell it didn’t do a whole lot. She could never really do anything right it seemed…

“And they're singing your praises, la-la-la~ Screaming your name out lo-lo-loud~ One more step, you're immortal now, 'cause~”

You took center as you took the chorus, much to the shock and excitement of the crowd. Your voice came out stronger than ever, pulling the crowd in. Love us, your voice whispered. We are your salvation, we will save you from everything that ails us, just follow us. Follow me.

“Once you play God, once you play God~ They're gonna crumble one by one~ Then we gon' ride right into the sun~ Like it's the day my kingdom come~ Baby, we're go-go-go-go-go-gods~ Yeah, we're go-go-go-go-go-gods~”

The boys in the crowd straightened just a little as your voice washed over them. They welcomed it. Everything else disappeared completely. You were beautiful. They didn’t care that your skin was decorated by patterns, that your eyes glowed at them, that your nails sharpened into claws, that your nine tails swayed behind you with power. They just saw you.

“Ay, welcome to the big show, next on the ladder~ Is it your name in the rafters?~ Brief-brief-brief moment of silence~ Bad girl woke up and chose violence~”

Rumi’s eyes couldn’t help but follow you as they danced and sang, even as her goals were about to come to fruition. You were giving it your all, singing and dancing with your whole heart, she could see it. And you were beautiful. For a moment, it felt like you were just little girls again, singing and dancing in your little clearing away from the rest of the world. How desperately she wanted to return to those days, to take back all her choices. But she was too far to go back now and you were moments from forgetting all of it. From peace at last.

“And they're singing my praises, la-la-la~ Screaming my name out lo-lo-loud~ This is why we're immortal now, 'cause~”

You could feel the power of your voice spreading out, threading a web around each person in the crowd, ensnaring their mind. Your chest tightened but you continued on. Please. Give yourselves for me. Please, let me be happy. Sacrifice yourselves for me.

You could feel them too. The three souls in the stadium that you gently, softly, carefully wrapped in your web. You felt as if they almost welcomed it and you almost began to cry but you remained steady. It was just your demon charm, nothing more and nothing less. You refused for it to be anything else because anything else was too late for you.

Gwi Ma began to come through the barrier with every beat of the song, more and more until he was fully manifested behind you, towering over all of you with his flames.

“Once you play God, once you play God~ They're gonna crumble one by one (crumble one by one)~ Then we gon' ride right into the sun~ Like it's the day my kingdom come~ Baby, we're go-go-go-go-go-gods~ Yeah, we're go-go-go-go-go-gods~”

The four of you teleported to the edges of the stage, holding your hands out to the people in front of you with smiles full of sin and secrets. You sang to them a plea.

“I'm on my knees, pray for glory~ Anyone read this underdog story?~ I can't lose myself again~ Help me raise this heart~ Heart unbreakable~”

Please, you pleaded in your mind, layering more and more charm over each word, every syllable. I don’t want to be left behind again, so help me steel my heart. Help me. And they followed.

Hand reached for you as you stood and backed away from the edge. They followed, eyes empty except for worship as they reached for you. You met back up with the girls, the four of you floating up above even Gwi Ma as you danced, pulling the fans towards the demon tyrant with your voice.

“Once you play God, once you play God~ They're gonna crumble one by one~ Then we gon' ride right into the sun~ Like it's the day my kingdom come~ Once you play God, once you play God~ They're gonna crumble one by one~ Then we gon' ride right into the sun~ Like it's the day my kingdom come~ Baby, we're go-go-go-go-go-gods~ Yeah, we're go-go-go-go-go-gods~ Go-go-go-go-go-gods~ Yeah, we're go-go-go-go-go-gods~”

Goodbye boys, you thought to yourself.

“Once you play~”

Everything stopped suddenly. The music and the crowd, even you and the girls around you. Everyone could sense it. The crowd began to part, turning to see who was coming. Two voices rose over the crowd.

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

Hyeon and Jum. You thought they had left but there they stood. Their faces were downturned but you could see the stubborn set of their jaws even from there. They were holding hands tightly, their knuckles white.

“Two lone Hunters? You think you can do something?” Gwi Ma rumbled in amusement. The four of you floated down, descending until your feet touched the stage again.

“We can,” Hyeon answered lowly.

The demon laughed, “What can the two of you do? A little boy who’s never heard and a man valued only for his face?”

The boys did not buckle under the charm weaved through the tyrant’s voice. “We are not what you say. I will make myself be heard,” Jum denied with a glare.

“And I know I am more than just my appearance,” Hyeon added.

“Oh?” Gwi Ma was unphased. “And what will you do now that the Honmoon is gone?”

Together, they spoke with determination. “We will make a new one.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. You didn’t see what they could do in such a hopeless situation. You could stop them, sing again and overpower their voices with your own demonic one. But you let them open their mouths and begin.

“At that time, we had it tough~ While looking up at those stars in the sky, too far out of reach~”

You silently watched Jum sing the first few lines. You didn’t know that he could sing so well—he was the rapper of the group. But you shouldn’t have underestimated him. And Hyeon too. He opened his mouth for the next lines as the two walked steadily forward.

“You at that time, didn't believe in galaxies~ But I saw it, a silver galaxy~”

You could see them, blinking and shaking themselves from a daze. They turned to see their two members walking resolutely towards the stage, singing their truth.

Jinu began making his way down the stands, towards the stage. He had to remind himself that there were people that cared about him. He lied. And he did something awful in the past. But he had to move past it now. He couldn’t let it drag him down forever.

Kwan shook himself, straightening his shoulders as he began moving through the crowd, towards the stage, towards his friends. How could he believe for a moment that his friends would judge him for his appearance? He had to remember the times that they had joked about it when they were roughhousing. They always accepted him for it but he let the demons drag up old insecurities.

Chungae smiled at the sight of his members. For a long time, social media has been his safety net—that’s why he found his image so important, clung to his idol persona with an unhealthy need. And when that net had snapped under him, he fell and he forgot about his friends that were always there for him. That were here for him now.

“It must have hurt, it must have been so difficult~ I ran towards the endless light~”

As each of them stepped onto the stage to join their two members, they made a promise to themselves and to each other.

“It tingles, that summer day's air~”

“The cold sounds of the grey-lit streets~”

“I draw in a breath and knock at your door~”

You watched with a heavy heart as the boys turned a page in their story, beginning a new chapter in their lives right in front of you. As they walked towards the center of the stage so they could reunite, they sang to each other their new promise.

“We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~”

You were proud of them and a little envious that they could start anew just like that. Gwi Ma had other thoughts as he saw more people beginning to blink from their daze, shaking off the demon charm you had weaved around them. You felt the threads snap and you did nothing about it as Gwi Ma raged.

“Stop this song!” He summoned hoards of demons to stop the boys from singing their song but they did not falter.

“Now I wish we would smile more~ It will be okay, because today's me is doing fine~ Yesterday's you, now it's all clear~ I want to hug the many thorns in the budding rose~”

The boys did not stumble or falter in their steps towards each other, not as hundreds of demons stormed at them like water. They merely summoned their weapons and kept moving forward.

“The smiling kid, the child who was always laughing brightly~ When I see you like that, I can't help smiling~”

They finally met in the center of the stage. They looked at each other, smiling at the sight of one another. There were plenty of things they would have to talk about later, but there would be plenty of time to talk. They would work through it because they were friends. And that’s what friends did. They joined hands and a pulse flowed out from them, forming the base of a new barrier, a new Honmoon. Then they turned toward you.

“It tingles, that summer day's air~ The cold sounds of the grey-lit streets~ I draw in a breath and knock at your door~ We gon' change~”

Rumi, Mira, and Zoey stormed forward to try their hands at stopping the boys. But you stayed where you were, frozen. What should you do? Your heart was stuttering in your chest at a pace that was more reminiscent of a humming bird. You couldn’t help the urge that pulsed in your chest to go to them, to join them, to promise that you would change as well. To stay with them.

“We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~”

The girls fought their hardest to keep the boys back, to keep them from you, from ruining your chances of finally leaving behind all the heartache and pain of your human memories. They used all of their strength and reflexes that came with being demons but it wasn’t enough. The Hunters were trained fighters and they could keep up with one of them well enough, but they couldn’t handle more than that. Two of them slipped by them.

Chungae and Jum kept moving forward, their eyes locked on your form. Jinu, Kwan, and Hyeon smiled as they internally pushed the two forward. They wouldn’t give up on you. They would show you that there was another way, that there was still a chance to change and for things to be better than they were before.

“Tonight, if I reach my hand to yours~ Can you hold that hand?~ I'll become you~ You just have to look at my galaxies~ Be showered with all those stars~ I'll give you my world~ The lights illuminating your eyes~ They're the me of now~ You're our star, our star~ Our star, our star, our star~”

You started moving before you knew it, first a stumbling step forward and then another and another until you were racing to them, your demonic features melting away as you let hope fill you.

“You think you can defeat me?” You skid to a halt when you heard Gwi Ma’s furious voice behind you. You turned with wide eyes as he began to gather his power, stronger than he has been in centuries with all the souls he’s consumed recently. “You think you can betray me? I will burn your hope to ASH!”

You gasped when Gwi Ma sent a pillar of fire at you. You caught it with your hands, your patterns glowing purple as you focused your strength into your hands as the force of Gwi Ma’s power pushed you back. Your patterns were flickering, you could feel the heat of his fire eating at your hands. It hurt. It hurt so much.

“(Y/n)!” You vaguely heard several people call out over the sound of your blood pounding in your ears. You buckled under the weight of the fire, it was too much. You could feel it burning through your veins, through the skin of your hands, through your bones. You think you screamed but you couldn’t tell.

And then it was gone.

You fell to your knees with the sudden loss of pressure pushing down on you. You blinked and looked up.

“Rumi?” You gasped in shock, your eyes widened and you stumbled to your feet. “Wh-what are you doing?!”

Rumi had many regrets. But she wouldn’t let you dying in front of her be one of them. “I’m your older sister. I have to protect you,” She simply said, a sad smile on her face. You could hear the strain in her voice.

“Bullshit!” You snapped, a tear leaking down your face. “You haven’t protected me for centuries!” Why now? Why try to be the sister you needed now of all times?

“I know, I’m sorry,” Rumi replied. You could see Gwi Ma’s power eating through her, slowly. “I tried to but I was never good at it, huh? I’m sorry I’m leaving you again… It seems to be the only thing I’m actually good at…”

You shook your head, “No! No, not this time, you don’t get to leave me behind again!” You lunged forward, wrapping your arms around your sister and pressing your face into her shoulder.

Rumi panicked, “(Y/n), what’re you doing?! Let go!”

You held on stubbornly, even as you felt your arms begin to turn to ash. “No! I’m not letting anyone leave me behind again, you don’t get to get out of this! I still haven’t forgiven you, you still have to make up all these centuries to me! And I’m gonna rip you a new one wherever we’re going but I refuse to be left behind again!” You made your choice. You made your change.

Rumi listened to you. For a moment, she had a vision of long ago, walking down a dark path away from the village. And then someone grabbed her wrist and it was you. With a soft smile and a warm lantern. You held onto her tightly. And she smiled too and the two of you left the village behind together. So she smiled now and wrapped her arms around you. “Alright. We’ll go together this time. And I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Wherever we’re going, I won’t leave you again.”

You smiled. You turned your head and you saw Jum and Chungae standing just a few feet behind you, you could tell that they wanted to help, to do something but they couldn’t. Their eyes were sad and glistening in Gwi Ma’s flames. You smiled sadly. They were a possible future, they showed you that happiness was still possible for you. That it wasn’t too late to pick a new path.

“Thank you boys for giving me my hope back. Maybe I’ll see you in the next life, but for now, my soul is yours…”

And then you and your sister were gone. All that was left were two glowing lights. One followed the other to circle around the two boys. They looked down in grief. Mourning all that was and all that could have been.

Jinu, Kwan, and Hyeon faltered when the light cleared and you weren’t there. They had tried to fight their way towards you, tried to help you in some way when Gwi Ma targeted you, but the girls had pushed them back. And now you were gone and they couldn’t do anything to change it. They would never see your smile again, hear you laugh, hear you sing. They would never get the chance to hold you close, to show you that you were beautiful, to show you that you were loved. They mourned for you and the future you could have had with them.

But they still had a job to do.

With the power that your and Rumi’s souls gave them, Jum and Chungae summoned their weapons. They were more elaborate, different and they hummed with a power they had never felt before. They could feel you pushing them forward. Together, they struck at Gwi Ma and split him down the middle as he roared.

Mira and Zoey stumbled as Gwi Ma’s power dissipated and you and Rumi were gone. All this, for nothing. They still had each other but they weren’t complete without Rumi and Rumi had made her choice to protect her sister. There was nothing left for them. They shared a look and put their hands up in surrender.

They looked at the boys and they began fading away to wherever you and Rumi had gone, leaving their souls behind for the boys, “Kick his ass…” Mira told them before she completely faded away. “No mercy…” Zoey added.

And with you and the girls as the catalyst, the fans opened their hearts to the Hunters, connecting their souls with them and giving them more strength and power than ever before.

In a trail of light, they blazed up the stage and flew upwards, joining together in a circle above the sky. They were sad. You were gone. But you had changed their lives. And they would keep you in their hearts for the rest of their lives.

Together they joined hands once more, you in their hearts and minds, souls dancing around them in a whirlwind until it burst, banishing Gwi Ma and sealing the rainbow Honmoon.

“We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~ We gon' change~”

The music faded and the five boys descended to the stage, united. The crowd cheered around them as the sun shone down on them. It was a new day.

A/N: I’m sorry again for the late update, I was eating dinner and then I still needed to format everything! I like the imagery of Gods for Your Idol more, it has similar religious references and also the same kind of, ‘trust me, I’ll save you, just give yourself to me,’ kind of feel to it. And I like Inner Child for What It Sounds Like because it touches of past mistakes and sadness but looking forward to the future like the original song does, everything else felt either too vague or more on the romantic side.

You’ll have to see if there’s a happy ending for everybody in the next part so stay tuned!

No outtakes for this one because I wanted to post it as soon as I finished, sorry!

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that-one-girl2020 · 22 days ago

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Hello :3

Can you saja boys x rumi sisters skit

Where she gets collab with other boy group and the saja boys getting jealous hehe

Seething

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: If you guys can not guess my bias by the end of this then I will be very disappointed in you. This is a combination of a few requests I’ve gotten because a lot of people wanna see jealous Saja Boys apparently.

Synopsis: You have debuted as a solo artist and that’s great! Especially since you’re getting so many offers for different projects and collabs now. But not when it pulls your attention from your boys, who begin to quietly seethe.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the songs and have no relation to the media references I use in my works!

CW: Jealousy, possessiveness, cursing, use of ‘Oppa,’ not much else…? (Lemme know if I left anything out)

Word Count: 2.2k

Master List || KPDH Series || RR Series

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

You were very excited.

You didn’t realize it when you first debuted, but it turns out that as a solo artist, it was easier for you to collaborate with other artists, groups, and projects. It was much easier for your schedule to be worked around instead of having to work around the schedule for a group. Therefore, you were surprised but ecstatic at all the offers for collaborations, movie roles, voice overs, and guest appearances.

But you were especially excited for this one. You and another artist had been approached by Blizzard Entertainment to produce a song for the release of their game, Diablo IV. Which led to a lot of time being spent with the artist you were collaborating with. Min Yoongi, aka, Suga of BTS.

You had briefly met Yoongi before when you were doing visuals for Huntr/x, the two groups having collaborated once. They got along, they were still in touch even now, but you had been part of the background at the time. So imagine your surprise when Yoongi remembered you during the first introductory meeting between your two teams.

After that, all your meetings were just the two of you. And when you had told the man that you had never played the game before, only watched some play through videos on YouTube to get a feel for it, he had immediately sat you down to at least play through the first one with him. It was surprising how well you and the quiet, introspective man got along.

Meanwhile, the boys weren’t very happy. Well, they were and they weren’t.

They were happy that you were getting so many job offers and growing your career, of course. They were so proud of you, they were your biggest fans—no matter what the girls said. But you were also spending way too much time on this collaboration, in their opinion.

You still came back to the apartment most nights, the ones you didn’t spend at the Tower, and you still cuddled with them and ate with them and went on dates with them when you had the free time. It was just that when you weren’t working on the collaboration, you were talking about how nice Yoongi was, how he brought you a drink that he knew you liked, how he was so great at writing music, and how his gummy smile was cute.

It was getting to be a bit much. The boys had taken to just kissing you to make you shut up or crossing their arms and pouting.

They had even tried to convince Bobby to let them go with you to film your music video in Europe but Bobby put his foot down and even took away their private jet privileges. And the girls’ too for good measure.

So they had no idea what to expect when the music video finally did drop. They were of course having a watch party, the YouTube screen slowly counting down as they gathered in the living area of the Tower.

“Oh, this is gonna be so good!” Zoey cheered, sitting in between her girlfriends with an oversized bowl of popcorn and candy.

“I’ve seen some beta videos, so I’m expecting this to be freaking sick,” Mira grabbed a handful, popping some into her mouth.

Rumi nodded in agreement, “Oh yeah, if this is anywhere near the quality of her other music videos, then this is gonna be a cinematic masterpiece.” Rumi looked down when the boys didn’t say anything. They were all curled tightly around you, Kwan behind you, Jum and Chungae clinging to your arms, and Jinu and Hyeon on your legs. “You guys good…?”

“I can’t feel my anything,” You remarked bluntly but in acceptance. You weren’t moving an inch if they had any say in it.

The boys were quiet, stewing.

“Oh, hush, hush, hush! It’s starting!” Zoey bounced, grabbing at her girlfriends in her excitement.

You scoffed playfully as the boys perked up, “What, it’s my song and I can’t even talk—“

“Shhhhh!” Eight different people hushed you.

“Okay then…”

“The more that you have, the more that they take~”

The girls vigorously crunched down on snacks, their eyes glued to the screen as it opened on a foggy church as a bell rang. Then it cut to you inside the church, dressed in a black cloak with dark makeup. The boys swallowed thickly at just seeing your face in the dark makeup they had never seen you in before. It wasn’t carefully done, it wasn’t neat or elegant, no this was the type of makeup that could be called war paint.

“Well, I'm perfection when it comes to indiscretion~ Might fuck around and just succumb to my aggression~ I taste blood and it’s turned to an obsession~ Baby, I'm confessin', yeah~ You got me thinkin' that I was too mean~ Well, everything that I say, I believe~ Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve~ And change like a season, reason for nothin'~ I am disruptive, I've been corrupted~ And by now, I don't need a fuckin' introduction~ I've been gone 'cause I been on this road too long~”

And then you walked through a cloud of smoke, thick and black, and all the candles blew out around you, leaving you in darkness and the cloak around your shoulders fell.

The boys stiffened at the sight of you on screen. It was a battle outfit but not like the ones the girls wore when demon hunting—though there were elements that were similar. No, this was black leather that barely covered, thigh high heels that made your legs look like they went on for miles, golden plating in just some areas that accentuated the softness of your skin, and a sword in hand that looked ready for blood.

They held you tighter, their eyes locked on the screen, your voice filling their ears as wounds appeared on your body and you kept going despite it.

“You know I get too caught up in a moment~ I can't call it love if I show it~ I just fuck things up if you noticed~ Have you noticed? Tell me, have you noticed?~ I get too caught up in a moment~ I can't fall in love if I show it~ I just fuck things up if you noticed~ Have you noticed? Tell me, have you noticed?~”

You were mindlessly bobbing your head to the song, appreciating how well it had all turned out, all the time and work you had spent with Yoongi—though it didn’t much feel like work. You could feel that the boys were slowly tensing more and more, but it didn’t really register in your mind yet.

The lyrics reached into the five boys, like all your music did, like your voice did effortlessly. Drawing them to you. This side of you that the camera had captured was a side of you they hadn’t seen since the confrontation with Gwi Ma and they drank the sight in as if it were the last sip of water on the planet.

And then hints of him began peeking through a black fog.

“I got a problem doin' things I'm not supposed to~ But you did anything I told you~ 'Cause you'd let anybody with a body control you~ And you know it, too~ You got me feelin' like I been too mean~ And everything that I say, I believe~ Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve~ And fuck like a demon, do it like nothin'~ I am disgustin', I've been corrupted~ And by now, I don't need no help to be destructive~ I've been gone, yeah, I been on this road too long~”

The boys went completely stiff when out of the darkness, Yoongi came, wearing a black cloak as he circled around you, the water at your feet rippling as you turned your head to follow him.

“I know you get too caught up in a moment~ You can't call it love if you show it~ We just fuck things up, yeah, I noticed~ Yeah, I noticed, hear me? Yeah, I noticed~ Step out of the moment~ That's been trappin' you in all this negativity of hatred and insanity~ Don't dwell on the past, it's time to make a change~ Look around, believe in what you see, I have returned to Hell~”

The two of you sang, circling each other as invisible blows continued to rain down on the two of you. Yoongi’s hand rose, brushing your hair back, his fingers grazing your cheek. And then, together, you continued your journey to the heart of the church.

The boys couldn’t help how their teeth ground, their fingers twitching on your skin with the urge to grab you and leave their marks on your flesh—with their fingers or their lips. Their eyes were wide open but their pupils were shrunk as they watched the video with a manic intensity. Your demon side was exclusively for them or your rage. They were not selfless enough to share that side of you with anyone else.

“You know I get too caught up in a moment~ I can't call it love if I show it~ I just fuck things up if you noticed~ Have you noticed? Tell me, have you noticed?~ I get too caught up in a moment~ I can't fall in love 'cause I'm focused~ I just fuck things up if you noticed~ Have you noticed? Tell me, have you noticed?~”

Yoongi nodded at you and you nodded solemnly back at him. You had to finish your journey on your own. He faded back into the shadows, pulling the hood of his cloak up as he did.

You approached the dais of the church, covered in lit candles and rose petals. You knelt and offered your sword, your body bloodied and wounded but still strong. The camera flickered to the paintings on the wall and ceiling, a female demon looking back at you.

“The more that you give away~ The more that you have~ More that you give away~ More that you have~ The more that you give away~ The more that you have, the more that they take~”

Your demon form flickered on screen for the briefest moment and then went black.

“Holy… shit. That was awesome,” Mira spoke first after a long moment of silence. Rumi’s jaw was hanging open, looking between you and the blank screen.

Zoey clapped, reaching through the throng of boys to shake your shoulders, “It was! The music and the lyrics were so hot and the imagery were awesome!”

You smiled, a bit flustered at hearing your song praised so blatantly, but you were slowly getting used to it as you released more music. “Thanks… I’ve been sitting on some of those lyrics for a little while but Yoongi was the one who really pulled it all together. He’s so awesome…”

“(Y/n)?”

Oh no. Were you in trouble? You looked down at Jinu who hadn’t turned from the blank screen to look at you. “Yeah…?”

“Are you saying that you’ve had that song in the works and you didn’t bring it to us?” Jinu asked blankly.

You didn’t know where this was going. “Uh, yeah…? Well, just a few bits of the lyrics—Yoongi helped fill in the holes and really make it hit.”

“And,” Kwan added from behind you. You turned your head to try and see his expression but all you could see was the faint glow of his eyes. “He got to see you like that in person?”

You were slightly concerned now. For both them and yourself. “Yeah. We had to film together…”

“And you let him touch you?” Chungae asked darkly.

You were tempted to run but you knew you wouldn’t get far. “The director told us to…”

“You were gone for two days,” Jum noted, leaning closer to your face. His eyes were also glowing amber. “Did you let him treat you to dinner…? Spend time together after filming…?”

You stuttered, starting to get overwhelmed by the interrogation as you started feeling more and more like you were in trouble with your boyfriends for some reason. “U-uh, I, Yeah…? H-he’s my Oppa…?”

The boys were quiet. You fucked up, didn’t you.

“And we’re not?” Hyeon rumbled, his chest vibrating with the growl that came from the back of his throat.

Jinu finally turned his head, looking at you and you swallowed at the dark look in his glowing eyes. His gaze didn’t falter for a moment as he said, “We’re going now. Bye girls.”

And then the six of you were gone in a puff of smoke.

~~~

The next time you saw Yoongi, he had invited you to play video games with him and his group members. The boys had decided to come with you so you had texted Yoongi ahead of time and he had said it was fine.

Yoongi opened the door and gave you his usual tired look, “Hey, (Y/n), come on in.” He was kind enough to ignore the marks on your shoulders and neck that were mostly covered with makeup.

“Hi Yoongi, thanks again for inviting me,” You bowed lightly, handing over the bag of snacks you had brought. “I didn’t know what everyone would like so I grabbed a lot. These are my boyfriends.”

Yoongi nodded, “Ah, right, nice to meet you guys,” Yoongi waved, shaking their hands. “She talks a lot about you guys.”

“Oppa…” You whined lowly.

He shrugged unapologetically, smirking, “It’s true. Come on in.” He wandered back into the depths of the house as you all took your shoes off.

The boys were kind of flabbergasted, looking at you with surprise. You shrugged, slipping your shoes off, “If you guys had talked to me, I would’ve told you that there wasn’t a reason to be jealous but you guys suck at communicating…” You tilted your head in thought. “Not that I’m really complaining much.”

You followed after Yoongi and your five idiots trailed after you sheepishly. They had been fully prepared to go full territorial cavemen while they were there if they had to. Now all those plans just slipped down the drain.

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written Yoongi’s personality so that’s why I didn’t have much interactions written. I also took some creative liberties with the MV because they’re both from Korea and can go to an international shoot together instead of filming in two different locations.

Yes there will be a part 2 where you guys get to see what the Saja Boys do when they take you to the apartment.

Outtakes:

*After the Poly Pride left*

Mira: “Welp, R.I.P. (Y/n)’s coochie, I guess.”

Zoey: *concerned* “Do you think she’ll be okay…?”

Rumi: *shrugs* “Eh, she’ll be here tomorrow for all our ice packs.”

…

*While you and Suga are working*

Saja Simps: “What do you think they’re doing?” “He’s probably sitting next to her, their legs touching so he can show her something on his computer…” “Or they’re at some cafe and he’s treating her to lunch…” “Maybe they’re in the sound booth, sharing the same microphone…” “What if he’s touching her shoulder?!” “AHHHHH!”

You and Yoongi: *playing the hand slap game* *giggling like children*

…

You: *in your demon form for a brief second of filming*

Bobby: “Oh. My. Gosh. You look awesome! Who did your makeup?! It looks so real!”

Yoongi: *nodding his head* “Nice.”

You: *Sweating* “Oh. I, uh, did it myself…?”

Yoongi: “You don’t seem too sure there.”

You: *nervous laughter*

…

You: *basically no self esteem with lots of insecurity* “There’s no way my demonic, selfish, greedy boyfriends could ever be jealous in anyway.”

Also You: *to another man* “Oppa.”

Saja Simps: *feral growling, salivating with rage, basically barking at the man*

…

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Role Reversal Pt. 9

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: I’m so sorry I’m so late! I’m gonna be grossly honest and say that my period started yesterday and my motivation for literally anything and everything takes a sharp dip when I’m on my period. But here it is, more angst for you all!

Synopsis: The Idol Awards. The girls and you stage a fight as the first step of the plan, but it’s not very staged. Meanwhile, pieces move into place to rip the boys and their connection apart, thread by thread.

CW: Arguing, toxic familial relationship, manipulation, violence, toxic social media, Hyeon goes nonverbal, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the songs I use in my works.

Word Count: 4.5k

<< Part 8 || Master List || Part 10 >>

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

The Idol Awards were here and now. Tensions were high at the venue. Early that morning, the boys had a meeting and talked about how none of them were really feeling the diss track.

“I just…” Jinu trailed off in thought, biting his lip, “I don’t think It’s what’s going to unite the fans with us…”

Jum nodded, his arms crossed as he leaned back against the back of the couch, “Yeah, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell you guys… The song just doesn’t feel right anymore.”

“Sorry, Jum,” Kwan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “I agree. It’s kind of an aggressive song and I think it was putting me back into an old headspace…”

Chungae fidgeted with his fingers, “I think I liked it at first, but now I just… I just don’t really like it anymore,” He shrugged.

Hyeon nodded silently. “It’s not us, not really.”

They came to an agreement. They felt closer than they had felt in the weeks since their last big concert, when they first saw flashes of gold. But there was still something keeping them from truly connecting. And it was the fact that they didn’t want to sing the song anymore because it would hurt you. It no longer felt right to sing a song about how demons deserved to die when they had the image of you in their minds.

Meanwhile, there was a clear divide in the girls’ apartment. You were quietly numb as you helped the girls with the last details of the plan. You knew what would hurt the boys the worst, what would break them apart completely. With a hollow heart, you planned your part to destroy the Hunters.

On the way to your dressing room, the four of you passed the Saja Boys. You met their eyes, one by one. You looked away, walking past them silently as the girls closed ranks around you. You couldn’t help but think that it was so you didn’t risk the mission by doing something stupid.

The girls watched with quiet concern as you changed into your performance outfit. Zoey reached out, setting her hand on your shoulder, “Hey, (Y/n), are you okay…?”

You shrugged her hand off. “I’m fine.”

Mira stepped closer too, despite Rumi reaching out to stop the two. “No, really. You know, we’ll be here to listen to you if you need it, (Y/n).”

You scoffed. “Right. Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mira asked, her defenses rising.

“Nothing,” You told her, brushing past her to grab one of your necklaces. “Just go back to pandering to Rumi.”

“Hey,” Rumi stepped in, “That was uncalled for, (Y/n).”

You snapped a glare at her, “You don’t get to try and tell me what to do anymore.”

Mira tried to get between you, Zoey eyeing you and your sister nervously. “Hey, that’s enough. Back up.”

“I don’t get it,” You snarled, “She leaves me behind to rot and die in our village and I’m the bad guy here?!” You laughed bitterly. “Somehow, she’s the one that gets to be loved and cared for?”

“(Y/n), it’s not that,” Zoey softly spoke, trying to calm you down. “We’re just worried for you. Please don’t take it out on us.”

“‘Worried’?” You turned to her, “My so-called sister has never worried about me for a second since she abandoned me.”

Rumi clenched her fist, gritting her teeth painfully, “Don’t talk about things that you don’t understand, (Y/n).”

Of course she worried about you. After she left the village, she worried about you every single day. It was a constant whisper in the back of her mind. That she had left you to die, that she should have taken you with her, that she had only made your suffering worse. She was ashamed of what she did. But she never returned to the village to find you.

You could only shake your head incredulously, “I’m the one that suffers for your choices. Centuries and you haven’t tried to repair our relationship once. You only ever come to me when you need something from me.”

A stagehand knocked and opened the door, “Girls, your cue is in three minutes.”

Mira barely spared her a glance, “In a minute!” She snapped and then turned back to you. “Boohoo, so Rumi didn’t take you with her? Grow up, you aren’t the only one with a tragic backstory, (Y/n). Maybe you should’ve tried to reach out first.”

“Why should I have!?” You snarled. “Why should I be the one that tries to fix our relationship when it’s broken because of her?! she can’t even defend herself because she knows I’m right!”

Rumi pulled Mira back, “Maybe I didn’t try because I don’t need you in my life, dragging me down!”

“Rumi!” Zoey gasped, reaching forward to try and pull her back before she said something she regretted.

“Girls, you really need to make your way to the stage!” The stagehand tried again.

“Me ‘dragging you down’!? I’m so sorry my anxieties and overall general existence was such a fucking drag on your life, Rumi!”

“Will you stop with the bullshit ‘woe-is-me’ attitude?! I left! Get over it! You’ve been following me around the demon realm for centuries and I don’t need the reminder that is you all the time!”

“I followed you because, guess what! Maybe I needed my fucking sister! If you had just talked to me, if you had just reached out then I would have forgiven you but you don’t give a shit about me!”

“Change of schedule, go tell the Saja Boys that they’re on now!” The stagehand closed the door, rushing off with some other employees.

You and Rumi stood there for a moment, breathing heavily and just staring at each other. You took a deep breath, your face smoothing out blankly. “I’m gonna move into the next phase of the plan.” You turned to leave.

“(Y/n),” Rumi called after you softly. You stopped. “You know I didn’t mean any of that, right…?”

You didn’t turn to look at her. “Well I did.” You left, closing the door behind you and telling one of the employees that you were going to get some air.

Meanwhile, across the venue in another dressing room, the boys had just gotten the news that Huntr/x was fighting. Jinu was worried about you but he reasoned that it must be you doing your part of the deal, making sure that the girls would lose. The others were more concerned, wondering if you were okay, what had caused the fight, wanting to go and check on you. But they had to focus on performing now. This was their chance.

“And now, performing their hot new single, ‘Stay Gold!’ It’s the Saja Boys!”

As the opening notes sounded out and Chungae sang the intro, the boys rose onto the stage, bathed in golden stage lights.

“Oh, woah, oh~ In a world where you feel cold~ You gotta stay gold, oh, baby (Yeah)~”

It was a soft song that brought hope to their fans, that uplifted their spirits and encouraged them to remain true to themselves even when times were dark. It was a song that was close to the boys’ hearts as well.

“An enchanting moonlight~ No sleep again tonight~ Guided by the moonlight~ I run to you, hide and seek, ay~ Stealing my way into your heart, I draw near~ Sidle up close before you know it~ Uncorrupted~ Those eyes are like diamonds~ More beautiful than any other gem~ Repeatedly mesmerized by you~ Can't take my eyes off you, no more~”

The fans were enchanted as they listened to the rich voices of the five men. They waved their gold glowing light sticks and opened their hearts to the music, the first live performance of ‘Stay Gold.’

However, the Boys’ thoughts couldn’t help but wander to you. They wanted to have you, in whatever way that you would let them. They wanted to hold you close and show you how you shined in their eyes. Despite all the hardships of your past, you were so light.

“Even the clock hand~ Stops ticking~ Oh-oh, let it glow, woah-oh-oh~”

“(Stay gold) Even in your dreams~ (Stay gold) I'll find you~ (Stay gold, gold) I want to touch you~ (Stay gold) Your entire being~ (Stay gold) Enthralls me~ (Stay gold) I want you as mine~”

The boys could see it, they could see the gold beginning to form in the Honmoon over the crowd. But behind the scenes, the demons moved.

“Make sure I go unnoticed~ I move in close, slowly~ I'm warning you baby, you're so unguarded~ I'll gently~ Make you mine~ Deep into you, now~”

Kwan, Hyeon, and Jum slipped off the stage as Chungae and Jinu took the pre-chorus and the chorus. They watched as the two commanded the stage with their soft, rich vocals as their makeup was touched up and the little beads of sweat from the stage lights were wiped away.

“We’re almost there,” Kwan muttered, his eyes roving over the crowd and the gold glow that was forming more and more.

“Racing emotions~ Make my heart pound faster~ Oh-oh, let it show, woah-oh-oh~”

They turned when they heard a muffled scream. It was you. You were looking at them with wide desperate eyes, fighting against the hold of two male stagehands with glowing amber eyes and flickering patterns. You were pulled away.

“(Y/n)!” They called after you, giving chase.

“Wait, you’re on in forty-five seconds!”

“(Stay gold) As long as I have you~ (Stay gold) Don't need anything else~ (Stay gold, gold) Want to hold you~ (Stay gold) Love is forever~ (Stay gold) Radiating light~ (Stay gold) More than any star~”

The three chased the demons without thought. If they had thought about it, they would realize what an obvious trap it was. Why would demons hurt another demon? But, then again, what if they had found out that you were spending time with them? Was Gwi Ma angry at you? So they gave chase.

They came to a fork in the hallway, three different directions that the demons could have gone. “Split up! I’ll go this way!” Kwan told the others, already racing off down one way. Hyeon and Jum hesitated but also separated down their own hallways.

“Stay gold, stay gold, stay gold~ Stay gold, stay gold, stay gold~ Stay gold, stay gold, stay gold~ Stay gold~ Forever, forever gold~”

The music cut out on stage, leaving Jinu and Chungae confused as a different song started. The boys beneath the venue paused in confusion. Jum grit his teeth, “What’re they doing…?”

“Is this…?” Hyeon drawled unsurely, listening closer.

“It’s ‘Venom’…?” Kwan furrowed his brows.

The three shook their heads, conflicted on whether they should continue to look for you or go back up their other members. But they reasoned that Jinu and Chungae would be alright because they had each other and continued the chase.

Meanwhile, on stage, Jinu and Chungae looked at each other with confusion as the trilling melody of ‘Venom’ began. But they were professionals, and immediately moved into the choreo as Kwan, Hyeon, and Jum appeared on stage with them.

“Spider web~ Spider web~ It's tied up tightly~ Spider web (spider web)~ Spider web~ Got me, got me, got me~”

Jinu and Chungae tried to catch the eyes of their fellow members, trying to get answers for the change in set list, trying to find out what they were doing since they had all agreed to change the song.

They were surprised by the hostile and border line disgusted looks they got in return from their friends.

“I got caught again pretending not to know on my way~ I knew I couldn't get out of it, but I got caught again~ I'm trapped in this sticky web~ Criminal, the deadly venom has already spread~”

Kwan was surprised when he rounded a corner and came face to face with Hyeon. And Hyeon skid to a stop when he turned and found Jum standing in front of him. While Jum stopped as Kwan rounded a corner and stood in front of him.

“No escape, I have lost all my senses~ Can't feel my fingers (Ah-ah-ah-ah)~ I got caught, you got me wrapped up~ Around your fingers~ I'm drunk off your touch that captivated me~ I want it more, I need it more~ This spreading venom, this addictive poison~ Any sensе of feeling threatened has disappеared now~”

Jinu blinked when Kwan roughly bumped his shoulder against his. Then Jum pushed him and Hyeon shoved his back to put him in the middle of the three. Chungae, confused, went to Jinu’s side to support him as the two looked at their fellow members. “Guys? What’s going on?”

“Spider web~ Spider web~ It's tied up tightly~ Spider web (spider web)~ Spider web~ Got me, got me, got me~”

“Kwan? Did you find the demons?” Jum slowly approached his hyung, cautious but concerned for his strange behavior.

“You hear that?”

Jum stopped, tilting his head in confusion.

“We decided to perform this song. We just said we would perform the other to get you to shut up about it. You’re too young. That’s why we don’t tell you stuff.”

“What?” Jum shook his head, confused and hurt by the words he was hearing. “What are you saying, Kwan? Where are the others?”

“They didn’t want to tell you. Didn’t want to hurt your feelings, but go ahead and go ask them.”

Kwan turned and walked away from him. Jum didn’t follow him, turning to make his way back towards the stage. His chest hurt, it felt like something had cracked. He would go find the others and they would reassure him that they listened to him and valued his opinion. But would he be able to trust those words?

“Pew, pew, pew. Yeah, spider~ You got me locked up, ayy~ I am caught alive, trap, trap~ Swallow it, ay~ Emergency, emergency, sirens are blaring~ You got me like Harley. Got me like Harley~ Rather than being afraid~ I feel like I got caught up in this dangerous game, everyone's silent~ Every day feeling pressured, I'm nervous tomorrow~ You never know when you'll catch me, man. I'm serious, man~ Beside me, above me, behind me, you are all around me~ I'm twisted up in your spider web, uh (Okay)~ My body is trembling from your predatory threats~ I'm overwhelmed by your dark force, my mind skips a beat at the sight~”

Hyeon frowned but he was concerned for the maknae. “Jum? Are you alright…?” He asked lowly, walking closer and reaching his hand out to set it on his friend’s shoulder.

Jum brushed it aside. “You’re so useless, Hyeon. Where were you? I had to take the demons out on my own! Why don’t you just go back to being a pretty face.”

Hyeon was frozen as Jum brushed past him, a scowl on his face. “Wait, Jum, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He turned to follow the maknae, worried about his behavior.

“I want you to leave me alone, Hyeon!” Jum brushed himself off, “Jeez, you can’t do anything right. Go back to being a model, pretty boy,” Jum spat, stomping off. Hyeon watched him go with a frown, his hand half raised to reach out to the younger man. He was confused and… hurt. He wanted to say something, call after the man, but the words were stuck in his throat. Just like they always were when he needed them the most. Slowly, he walked after Jum, back towards the stage.

“You good, Hyeon?” Kwan asked with a raised eyebrow when he saw the quiet man standing in front of him.

“All you’re good for is killing demons and you can’t even do that right…” Hyeon muttered as he walked past the larger man.

Shocked by the stinging words, Kwan turned, grabbing Hyeon’s wrist, “Wait, what did you say? Hyeon, man, what’s going on?”

Hyeon ripped his wrist out of Kwan’s grip, “You heard me. All you’re good for is killing demons like a good hunting dog, but you can’t even do that right,” Hyeon repeated, hissing the words at the taller man.

Kwan took a step back, startled and hurt. He couldn’t help but question if that was how all his friends saw him. Kwan didn’t try to reach out for the man as Hyeon walked away. He didn’t want to, he didn’t want to face his friends and see that they all saw him as some violent delinquent like everyone else. But he slowly followed where Hyeon had gone.

“A raging hurricane~ (Nodding) not a single move~ Why are you in such a hurry?~ I am wrapped up in front of you~ I can't run away. Where would I even go?~ I'm your prey, overwhelmed by your atmosphere around me~ The more I move the more trapped I get~ The greatest twist is that your appearance is the trap~ Poison. Inject it into me~ Spreading more and more quickly, my body taking in your poison~ I am dazed by the spider web wrapped around~ Me from head to toe~ I can feel the chills and shivers~ Even if I try to run away, it's already~”

Normally, these sudden interactions would have left the men feeling hurt and awkward with each other, maybe a bit distanced. But this was not normal. And the charm and influence of a demon should not be underestimated.

No, these words cut to their cores and burrowed themselves into their minds and hearts. They split the cracks in their masks open wider, letting space for vitriol and poison to seep in.

“Spider web~ Spider web~ It's tied up tightly~ Spider web (spider web)~ Spider web~ Got me, got me, got me~”

Jinu stumbled when he was pushed once more. He turned to look at his members but then Kwan was next to him, his arm around his shoulders and a sneer masked as his usual smirk on his lips. “You left your family…?”

Jinu froze, his eyes going wide. “Wha…?”

Then Jum was there, “My parents didn’t give a shit about me but your family loved you and you abandoned them?”

“You left them to die just for the chance that you could have a better life,” Hyeon hissed as he passed him.

“No, no,” Jinu shook his head, stumbling backwards. The crowd murmured uneasily. “I-I didn’t know what would happen,” Jinu tried to defend himself weakly.

Chungae watched with wide eyes, then he had a realization. “It’s not them… they’re demons!” Chungae lunged, trying to protect his friend, not thinking of what he was doing, only seeing how Jinu was curling into himself, hands trying to cover his ears and block out the voices.

Chungae grabbed the first one within reach, turning them to punch them across the face and the crowd gasped. Jum landed on the stage, hand to his face as he looked up at Chungae with betrayal. The music cut out. Kwan and Hyeon circled the maknae, taking protective stances, malicious, smug sparks flickering through their eyes as they helped Jum off stage.

Chungae looked around at the crowd, his breathing haggard. All he saw were accusing stares, angry frowns, and incredulous eyes. The crowd started yelling and even though his chest hurt, Chungae helped Jinu off stage, “Come on, man…”

Kwan, Hyeon, and Jum were standing there with stony expressions. “Wh-That wasn’t you guys…?” Chungae almost sagged with relief.

“You left your family…?” Kwan spoke, and Jinu flinched because it was the same question and voice from on stage.

“Why didn’t you tell us…?” Jum chimed, hurt. We’re the demons right? Was everyone keeping things from him because he was ‘too young’?

There were words that Hyeon wanted to say. But they were stuck in his throat and his lips felt like they were glued together.

“I-I was gonna tell you guys, eventually,” Jinu stumbled, trying to explain himself. “After (Y/n) did her end of the deal, and the Honmoon was sealed, I was—“

Chungae waved his hand, stepping away from Jinu, “Wait, deal? You made a deal with (Y/n), the demon?” He didn’t know how to feel. Jinu had kept such a huge thing from them, did he not trust them? And then he made a deal behind their backs with you? A demon? Granted, a demon that he like that he maybe even liked more than ‘like’, but he put them in danger.

“I was just using her!” Jinu scrambled to defend himself, spitting out whatever words he thought would help but they didn’t. “Just until the Honmoon was sealed!” His own words felt like more blows to his chest. Like rope strangling tighter around his neck.

“That doesn’t make it better, Jinu!” Kwan burst, his anger rising to the surface like an old friend, an old shield. He rubbed his face, trying to swallow it back because he wasn’t that type of person, he wasn’t. “I-I can’t do this right now. I’m out.”

“Kwan!” Chungae called after him, his chest aching. Don’t leave him behind, he couldn’t help but think.

Hyeon followed after him, silently. Maybe he could get his voice out and help Kwan calm down some. But first he would have to speak around the thorns in his throat and the grip of terror on his heart that he really was nothing but a visual for the group.

Jinu felt hope fluttering away, slipping through his fingers uselessly. So he did what he thought he did best. He left. He ran away like a coward. He went to go find the cause of all of this, of the disintegration of his group.

Chungae called after him as well but was distracted when his phone started rapidly going off in his pocket. He pulled it out and almost collapsed at what he saw. It was photos and videos of him punching the demon Jum on stage, fans heartbroken and angry, saying that he was a terrible person and that he shouldn’t be an idol. Each notification, every word, every pixel was like a needle in his heart.

“Chungae?” Jum voiced softly, seeing the man stumble. “Come on, we gotta do something, the Honmoon’s coming apart.” Jum looked around, shocked by the red corruption spreading and eating away at the Honmoon rapidly, faster than ever. If they didn’t do something then demons would overrun the human world.

“Nobody loves you. How could they when you don’t even know what love feels like? But I can give you a place to be loved…”

Chungae’s eyes widened as the voice whispered in his mind, blurring everything around him. He walked away.

Jum watched him go, like he hadn’t even been there. “Chungae?” It was like he was nothing, like he wasn’t worth listening to. Everyone had left, no one listening to his voice or his opinion, not giving him the chance to say anything.

Jum left to try and find the other members.

~~~

“(Y/n)!” Jinu yelled as he ran through the maze of the venue, not knowing where he was going or what he would do once he found you. “(Y/n)! Where are you?!”

You heard him. You had heard all of it. The boys splintering apart like they were supposed to. And you had done it with your own hands.

Jinu turned and saw you, standing with your patterns glowing purple, two versions of Kwan, Hyeon, and Jum each at your sides. Their eyes glowed amber with malevolent looks on their borrowed features. “What did you do?!” Jinu demanded, marching toward you, his temper flaring at your blank face. “Tell me that this wasn’t you!”

You clicked your fingers and the six demons returned to their original forms, teleporting away back to the demon realm. It was answer enough for him.

“How could you do this?!” He demanded, his fists clenched to keep himself from hurting you despite his anger. “I trusted you!”

“And it helped a lot,” You answered blankly. “I just needed the five of you to trust me. Nothing more and nothing less. You weren’t special.” You turned to leave, so you didn’t have to see his face as you teleported away.

He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you to face him and putting his hands on each of your shoulders to keep you there, “No! No, I know who you are, you’re a good person!”

You shook his hands off. It hurt. It hurt because you had betrayed them and he was still trying to say you were a good person. “You don’t know my story, Jinu,” You reminded him, shaking your head.

“I do, I do,” He admitted, taking a deep breath. “Look, Rumi told me her story. She said she made a deal so she could leave her village. I don’t know what kind of deal you made with Gwi Ma but you went with her, didn’t you? To support her? Only a good person would do that, (Y/n)!” Jinu reasoned desperately.

Your lips trembled, twisting into a snarl, “She said what…? She didn’t take me with her, Jinu. She left me!” Jinu took a step back when you yelled, your voice resonating darkly, unnaturally. “She made a deal with Gwi Ma because we were born part demon and she couldn’t take it anymore. She asked Gwi Ma to cover her patterns and she left the village and me in it so she could go and live her own dream without me.” You stepped closer to Jinu, looming over him despite your shorter height. Your lip trembled, “She left me to be killed by our village so I made a deal with Gwi Ma to cover my patterns so I could finally be loved and left the village! Because no one can love a monster…”

“N-no… You-but…” Jinu stuttered, his mind shifting to process what you had just told him. Rumi had lied to him. She had been right. They had both left their families to their fates. And they had suffered for it. “B-but, I love you…” Jinu clutched to your words, remembering the moment you had shared just yesterday.

“No one can love me, Jinu,” You snarled, trembling, “I fell in love with a Hunter and he killed me when he found out what I was. No one can love a monster like me. No one…” A tear dripped down the side of your face.

“No…” Jinu shook his head. He had a wild look in his eye, his eyes dilated to pinpricks, his hair disheveled. “No, that’s not true…”

“It’s my truth, Jinu. Accept it,” You pulled yourself back together. “We all have truths we have to face. Accept yours.”

You teleported away, leaving Jinu shattered in the darkness.

You had the next steps of the plan to complete and then…

It would finally be over.

A/N: I ended up using ‘Venom’ by Stray Kids as the role reversal of Takedown, I think it sounds very similar to Takedown and when I was looking for songs and looking into song meanings, it said it depicts a toxic relationship and the feeling of being consumed and controlled by someone, making it difficult to escape their influence. Also, it was really hard to write the group breaking apart since there wasn’t a really big catalyst like one of them being a demon or something.

You guys really don’t like Rumi in this one and I honestly can’t blame you. All I’m gonna say is that Jinu canonically did the same thing, abandoning his family for his own gain, we just never saw what happened to his family afterwards or how his sister and mother felt after. This is mainly from the reader’s point of view too, which doesn’t make it okay, but we know that Rumi is quiet in her shame and doesn’t easily open up about herself.

Outtakes:

Gwi Ma: “Here. Take these demons to help destroy the Saja Boys.”

You & Huntr/x: “Okay, you guys are going to need to learn choreo and how to carry a melody.”

Demons: *side eyeing each other* “Okay…?”

…

You: *telling Jinu that Rumi lied to him and she actually is one of the sources of all your problems*

Rumi: “I get the feeling that I am in danger…”

The Readers & Saja Boys: “You are.”

…

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that-one-girl2020 · 24 days ago

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There is a theory going on about how Rumi’s father might have been a very powerful demon considering how her energy was the only one that affected the honmoon not even when Jinu screamed in his demon voice the barrier was not affected.

So considering the latest story, and the boys being either very old or born in the demon realm (based on your story) how would they react if one of them recognized who was Rumi and readers father?

A Father’s Love (AU)

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader

A/N: Okay, this is a mixture of two requests, the one above and another anonymous asked for how it would be if their father was actually alive and imprisoned by Gwi Ma or sealed away by Celine but escaped during the showdown with Your Idol x What It Sounds Like. I didn’t mean to make this angst since my role reversal has so much angst going on, but it kind of ended up being hurt/comfort.

Synopsis: Your father was a powerful demon during his time in the demon realm, the boys remembering who he was while looking at your baby photos at the Hunters’ House. And then a dead man shows up. (This is a continuation of Baby Photos.)

CW: Hurt/comfort, crying, reunions, Celine sucks, Gwi Ma’s manipulative antics, imprisonment.

Word Count: 3.2k

Master List || Baby Photos

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

Moments ago, you had discovered the box of memories that your parents had left behind for you. The nine of you huddled together around the box in the den of the Hunters’ House, looking through photos of the mom and dad you had never gotten the chance to really know.

You all looked up when Jum suddenly muttered, his voice different from the cooing awe that everyone’s tones had taken on. “Wait… I think I know him…”

Rumi blinked, shaking her head in shock, “Wait, what? What do you mean?”

Jum just frowned, squinting harder at the image of your dad, “He’s familiar, I can’t quite remember where I know him from…”

The other boys frowned as well, looking harder at the pictures to see if they recognized the demon man as well. They tilted their heads this way and that, holding the photos closer and farther as the four of you watched the guys with baffled expressions.

“Yong…?” Kwan eventually murmured to himself. And then it seemed like the utterance of the name made something click or unlocked something because he perked up, his face brightening with realization. “Yong! I remember now!”

And then it seemed to click with the rest of the guys, their voices drawling with remembrance as their memories returned.

“‘Yong’?” You echoed expectantly, Rumi and you sitting up straighter at the prospect of learning more about your dad.

Chungae nodded, “Yong was a very powerful and old demon, from the time of the first Hunters.”

Mira muttered under her breath, “With a name like that, it’s to be expected I guess…” Usually the name meant brave or courageous but could also be interpreted as perpetual, eternal, or dragon.

You blinked, turning to Rumi, “Does this mean both our parents were dragons in some way? Mom’s last name was ‘Ryu’ after all…”

Zoey gasped, “That would make you their little dragon-lings! Dragonets? Hatchlings…?”

The boys continued on, “He was very strong, famous,” Hyeon noted, voice quiet with memories, with respect in his voice.

“Strong enough that even Gwi Ma was weary of him,” Kwan chimed in to explain. “Especially as his power waned with the lack of souls being consumed by him. It’s kind of badass that he’s your dad.”

“He was very cold but also very kind at times,” Jum added. “I honestly don’t think it’s that surprising that he’s the demon that first fell in love with a Hunter.”

Jinu continued, “He disappeared about two decades ago, no one knew where he went. It was thought that he may have been killed by Hunters but there was no way to know for certain. A few years later, Gwi Ma must have locked our memories of him away.”

Zoey frowned, her shoulders sagging sadly, “That must have been around the time that he…”

You and Rumi looked down, intertwining your hands together for comfort and leaning against each other. It was a reminder that you would never really get to know your dad as well as you could. You had this journal now, and all these photos. But, it felt lacking in comparison to all the stories Celine had always gone on about and the videos of your mom that still floated around today.

Your partners traded looks around you, scooting closer to the two of you and offering what comfort they could. “We’re sorry girls. We wish we could tell you more…” Jinu voiced softly.

You shook your head, “No, you guys shouldn’t be apologizing. We just wish that we had gotten to know him—both of them.”

Rumi nodded her head against yours in agreement, “Yeah. But we’re also just so glad that we have you guys with us.”

The nine of you left the box for a while as you all emotionally recharged, piling together in tangled limbs and soft touches.

~~~

Somewhere, a figure stumbled, lost in a place that was both familiar and yet not at all. The figure was weak, head dazed and heart aching. Skin slowly healed over, leaving behind deep scars.

~~~

You needed some space. You loved your three sisters and your boyfriends, but this trip had just been one emotional rollercoaster after the next for you. You just wanted a little bit of air. You didn’t know why but you took one of the pictures with you, not looking at it until you got to the tree—the tree of ribbons from past Hunters.

You sat at the base of the tree, beneath its branches. You looked at the picture you had taken with you. It seemed like mom had snuck dad here at one point because there they were. A blanket spread out beneath the tree, ribbons waving in the sunlit breeze around them, mom and dad sat under the shade of the tree, his arm around her waist and pulling her close, his lips against her cheek as she was caught mid laugh.

They had really loved each other. You wished you knew more of what your dad was like. Everyone kept saying that you looked like him, Celine always said you were just like him, but in what ways? Did you laugh the same? Was it the way you took care of others? Was it your tempers? You would argue that you were more like your mom, falling in love with demons the way you had, you thought wryly to yourself.

You looked up when you heard branches moving unnaturally, not in the way they would with the wind, all at once, but just a few. You stood, listening carefully and for once thanking your demonic genetics for the enhanced senses. Slowly, you circled around the thick tree, the picture held carefully in your hand.

Your eyes narrowed at the trees, trying to see what was coming towards you—and whatever it was, was definitely coming towards you. You briefly thought about going to get one of the others, but you would’ve felt embarrassed if it just turned out to be a wounded fox or something.

You quickly took that thought back when a man stumbled out of the shadows. But it wasn’t just a man as demon patterns flickered across his skin as he leaned against a tree.

“Hello…?” That wasn’t a smart thing to do. What are you? The dumb person in every slasher movie? Every horror movie? What kind of brain just goes ‘Hello…?’? You almost smacked yourself. You were trying not to jump to conclusions, okay!

The man looked up and even from there you could tell that his eyes weren’t really seeing you clearly. His eyes were narrowed and his pupils kept dilating weirdly. You slowly took a few steps closer to see if you could help him in some way when his labored breathing stuttered in his chest. “Miyeong…?”

This time, you’re the one that falters. How did he know that name? Why did he look at you and see her instead? When everyone around you always said that you looked like your dad, how was it that this man took a dazed glance at you and saw your mom?

You looked closer and you realized you know those features. The curve of his jaw, the angle of his nose, the narrow of his eyes, the twitch of his lips. Because you had seen those features everyday, you just never realized it. Everyday, in the mirror, you saw the same curve of a jaw, the same angle of a nose. And looking at your sister, you recognized the same narrow of the eyes, the same twitch of the lips. And you realized you had just been looking at those features, studying them so carefully in the picture in your hand.

Suddenly, you felt like you were a child again. Like you were still that little girl who drew on her patterns, who sang in the breeze, who giggled in the night, who wanted her parents to read to her, to kiss her forehead, to laugh with her and soothe her and hold her and just be with her and her sister.

“Appa…?” You called, hesitantly. Your heart raced with equal mixtures of fear and hope. Had you lost your mind? Was this some figment of your imagination created after you saw an image of both your parents for the first time? Would he disappear?

Meanwhile, the world snapped into startling clarity for Yong, but also all at once, blurred until all he could see was you. He would recognize those eyes anywhere. The last he had seen them, they were set into a little face with chubby cheeks, little claws grasping at his fingers and clumsily filling in the space between his pattern with markers. You were so much bigger now but he would recognize one of his girls anywhere.

“(Y/n)…?”

You choked, scrambling towards him with desperate grasping hands, scared to touch him just for him to disappear under your touch but also having to know that he was real and that he was there. “Appa!”

You almost fell as you ran to him but you landed in his arms, wrapping so tightly and so safely around you. A scent you didn’t know you missed filled your nose as you pressed your face into his chest. “Appa!” You cried, tears wetting his black robes. The two of you sank to your knees, and he held you in his arms the whole time, his face pressed into your hair, his hand cradling the back of your head to him carefully. He held you just as tight as you held him, as if he was also scared that you would disappear.

“(Y/n). Oh, my little moon dragon,” Yong mumbled, his chest rumbling with his own cries and he kissed the crown of your head. You could feel tears wetting your hair and you heard him breathe in deeply. He needed this just as much as you did. “My baby, you’ve gotten so big…” It seemed to only make him cry harder.

“Appa…” You cried. It seemed to be all you could say.

He suddenly took a sharp breath in, pulling away to look at you, wiping your tears softly as he scanned your face, “Where’s your sister? And your mother, are they both alright? How long has it been?”

You froze. He didn’t know. “Appa…” You began slowly, softly. “Mama died almost two decades ago, when we thought you died too…”

He stared through you for a moment, no longer seeing you. He began to fold into himself. “No… Miyeong…” You let him mourn, let him be swallowed by grief for just a moment, leaning your head against his shoulder just to physically remind him that you were there with him.

After a moment, he just quietly asked, “And Rumi? Is she alright?”

You nodded, “She’s fine, she’s back at the House with the others… Our seven friends.” There was no way you were dropping the bomb of a fact that his two daughters had two and five partners each. Not right now.

Yong simply nodded, standing with a sniff, “Come,” He said, helping you stand and tucking your arm into his side tightly. “Let’s go see your sister.”

You followed him quietly. “Will you be okay…?”

He nodded slowly, “Maybe. I thought I had lost all three of you all that time ago. When I saw you, I had hoped that you had all survived, but…” He trailed off. You worried for a moment that he would break, shatter in your hold. But then he looked at you and gave you a simple, sad smile, “Knowing you and your sister still live is enough for me. Our precious stars.”

You sniffed, you almost started crying. You stopped outside the door for a moment, “Um, this weekend has been really emotionally taxing for us so let me just talk to her first and make sure she’s good, okay?”

A flicker of concern edged at his expression but he nodded slowly, “Whatever you think is best, moonlight.”

This was a lot of nicknames. Did Rumi have as many nicknames as you did from your parents? Was it just a dad thing? Anyway, you just took a deep breath and entered the House, heading to the den where everyone still seemed to be, looking at photos of you and your parents. You gestured for your dad to wait out of sight and slid your head around the doorway with an awkward grin. “Hey, Rumi…?”

She looked at you suspiciously, everyone turning to look at you with confusion. Especially at how guilty you sounded and looked. “Yeah…?”

“You know how we’ve had a lot of emotionally draining things happen this weekend?”

“Yeahhh…” She drawled, her eyes narrowing and, wow, it looked a lot like the way dad’s eyes had narrowed earlier.

“I found another one…” You hissed with awkwardly bared teeth.

She made a confused expression at you, one eyebrow raised, “Another what?”

“Another emotionally draining thing…”

“(Y/n)…” She sighed, dragging a hand down her face. She huffed, looking at you. “Am I going to cry?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Will it be worth it?”

“Yeah.”

She relented, dropping her head, “Okay, bring it in.”

“Okay.”

You entered the room, gesturing to your dad to join you. You awkwardly smiled again, “I found Dad…”

Rumi dropped the journal she had been reading through again. The whole room was silent, looking back and forth between you and your dad and Rumi with wide eyes. Wide eyed and with a trembling lip, Rumi slowly stood. Step by step, she approached the man, reaching out with a shaking hand to take his and squeeze it experimentally, trembling.

“You’re real…?” She whispered disbelievingly.

Yong nodded softly, his eyes wet and his breath stuttering just as much. “I am, sunlight.”

Her voice wobbled tearfully, “And you’re not some shape shifting demon sent by Gwi Ma to trick us?” She asked hopefully.

He barked out an incredulous laugh, “No, my little sun dragon, I’m not.”

With a cry, Rumi fell into his arms and the two sank to the floor, crying, a reflection of your own reunion with your dad earlier. “Appa…!” Rumi pressed her face to his chest, her fingers clutching at the fabric of his robes. “You’re here…!”

Your lip wobbled, your chest tightening and yet releasing all at once as you sank to your knees to join them, wrapping your arms around your sister as your dad’s other arm circled around you two so he could hold both his daughters in his arms for the first time in almost two decades.

He pressed long kisses to the crowns of your heads, wet and lingering, “Oh, my darling girls, our little stars, you’ve both grown so much…”

The three of you sat there for a long time, sniffling and just holding each other. Rumi pulled away just enough to look up at him, she laughed wetly, wiping her cheeks, “You really do look a lot like (Y/n)…”

You snorted, it was actually kinda gross and you regretted it, “I think I’m the one that resembles him. Besides, you have little ticks that make you look like him.”

“Let me see,” Your dad said, turning you both to look at him as his thumb brushed over your cheeks. He looked at you both for a long moment. Then he smiled, “All I see when I look at the both of you is your mother and, yet at the same time, all I see are the two women you’ve both grown to be. All on your own.”

Rumi and you shared a smile.

Your sister looked down, frowning unsurely as she bit her lip. “Dad? Where’ve you been? What happened…?”

Yong sighed. “That night, both the Hunters and the demons came. Gwi Ma ordered for you both to be brought to the demon realm. He thought that two demons with the blood of Hunters in them would finally be able to defeat the Hunters. Your mother and I protected you both. But the Hunters arrived and attacked indiscriminately. Your mother was injured protecting my blind spot and when I was distracted, a Hunter almost killed me but a demon pushed me through a crack in the seal. I think it died in my place. I didn’t know what had happened to the two of you or your mother but I was brought before Gwi Ma. He was enraged that I had escaped his influence, and ignored his whispers. He wanted me to suffer so he locked me beneath his mountain, forcing terrible visions of the three of you dying into my mind over and over again.”

He paused, his eyes far away as he relived what he had gone through, what he had been put through. You and Rumi huddled closer to him, reminding him that you both were there. He smiled sadly at the both of you, taking your hands in his. He continued.

“I’m not sure how long ago it was, but suddenly, I could hear a voice every now and then, rumbling through the Honmoon, angry and hurt and scared. But it loosened the chains on me, little by little and I could think clearer again. Then the Honmoon crumbled and my mind was clear and I heard… singing. I thought it was Miyeong at first. But then there was this humming that joined the singing and the chains shattered and I was able to escape the demon realm right before this new Honmoon became sealed. My mind was a little dazed from Gwi Ma’s influence though and I started making my way here out of instinct.”

Rumi and you looked at each other, sharing a look. Had her voice been strong enough to reach your dad all the way in the demon realm? Was it some kind of familial bond? Was it strengthened when you gave your soul to Rumi and that was what finally shattered his chains?

“Uh, Dad…?” You began hesitantly.

“That might have been us…” Rumi finished slowly.

He looked between the two of you curiously but openly, “What do you mean?”

Rumi shrugged shyly, “Well, I had some issues with my voice before the Honmoon was sealed… My patterns were spreading up my throat and I was having trouble singing. I got frustrated a few times and my voice would affect the Honmoon in ways that scared me…”

You took her hand and squeezed it supportively. “It all coalesced into a final show down, a song that created and sealed this new Honmoon. It came with a few sacrifices though…”

“(Y/n), she sacrificed her life and her soul for me and it gave me—it gave us the final piece we needed to seal the Honmoon. We were stronger together,” Rumi smiled, squeezing your hand.

Your dad had concerns, you both could tell. There were probably a lot of red flags in the spots you both were brushing over in your story. But he just smiled and looked at you both with enough pride to warm your chests and make you sit up straighter, “You girls are so strong. Your mother would be so proud of you both.”

It was just a start. You had so much more to tell him: about the Saja Boys, the way you grew up with Celine, Rumi’s career with Mira and Zoey, your solo debut that was in the works, so many little things and big things. But for now, you all were just content to sit together and just remind yourselves that you were all really there with each other. And whether you knew it or not, your mother was with you too.

A/N: I think I put too much thought into character names. Like, I name characters based on the meaning of the name. I have to research names and their meanings before I officially give a character a name. I did the same with the boys in my original KPDH short series. I think I chose ‘Yong’ because of it’s eternal/perpetual interpretations but I also liked it because of it’s dragon connotations so I could make Rumi and reader their baby dragons, their little sun and moon dragons, two halves of the same coin.

Outtakes:

Yong: “There’s a lot of pretty young adults here, which ones are dating my daughters…?”

You and Rumi: *red faced and face palming* “Dad, you’ve been here not even thirty minutes…”

Saja Simps, Mira, Zoey: *Panicking* “Uhhhh, they are!”

Saja Simps, Mira, Zoey: *Mira is pointing and Zoey and vice versa* *Saja Boys all pointing at one each other*

You and Rumi: *crossed arms* “Wow. Ya’ll really just threw each other under the bus. Thanks, we feel so loved.”

Saja Simps, Mira, Zoey: *tripping over themselves to apologize to you two*

Yong: *rubbing his hands, eyes glowing, pupils slit, fangs grinning* “Welp. Time for seven different shovel talks. I can be creative.”

Saja Simps, Mira, Zoey: “Please don’t be too creative…”

…

You: “Yeah… Celine kind of wanted to kick me out when I was a child because I couldn’t connect to the Honmoon…”

Yong: *blinking at the audacity* “I’m sorry, I think I heard wrong, Celine wanted to what?”

Rumi: *fully throwing Celine under the bus* “She wanted to kick (Y/n) out as a child because she couldn’t connect to the Honmoon. And she kept (Y/n) from following her dreams for the past decade and a half about.”

Yong: “I see. And where is Celine at this moment?”

You: “…”

You: “Dad, what’re you gonna do with that…?”

Yong: “Don’t worry about it. Where’s Celine sweetie?”

…

You: “Hey Dad…?”

Yong: “Yes, moonlight?”

You: “Can I draw on your patterns…?” *🥺👉🏻👈🏻*

Yong: *Almost dies of cuteness overload* “Only if I can draw on yours too, sweetie!” *already looking for markers*

Saja Simps: *looking at their giant box of skin safe markers, paint, pens, and stickers* “No fair but we can’t argue…”

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