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The Demons Wear Prada

JINU X FEM!READER

; where Jinu is already jealous of your boyfriend, but things take a turn when he realizes that he's a demon too.

"All right, 15 more minutes," Abby said, rubbing his hands together. "It's a sold out stadium again!"

It was their third performance that week. Everyone on their team was in awe of how the Saja Boys managed to remain energetic, yet in their defense, they were all human. Jinu assumed walking for more than three miles might be tiring for them.

"Our songs are working," Jinu smiled, hands on his hips like a proud father.

"So is my abs, I'd like to say."

Jinu scoffed, while others rolled their eyes. Mystery was about to make a comment on the embarrassing affair of their costume coordinator having to purposefully pick out small shirts, just so Abby could burst the buttons on stage and look hot, when the costume coordinator herself came sprinting their way.

"GUYS! THE HAT!" You yelled, pointing at Jinu's and Romance's heads. "You're wearing each other's!"

Jinu's heart did a little jump at the sight of you. You were all dressed up in a midnight blue halter top and glittering black skirt, and your hair was done up in a bun. Big silver hoops dangled from your ears, and he was taking in all of it while Romance exchanged the hats.

"Good," you sighed, your breathing getting more even.

"Did you run?" Mystery asked, a bit concerned.

Jinu still found it strange that the Saja Boys' first human friend was their costume coordinator, but it made sense, didn't it? All that time in dress fittings and shopping, Y/N had made her mark on all of them. You were funny, kind, but firm — just what the job required. Jinu was grateful that you had taken the job at all, especially since you were still in college and hardly had time to juggle everything.

Hiring real professionals required money, something Saja Boys did not have in the beginning. Now, famous and rich after a week of stardom, they could hire anyone in the world, but all they did was give more to your paycheck.

Jinu was still staring and had completely missed out on an entire portion of your conversation with Mystery and Abby. Once the boys were off to check on their mics — something Jinu had done earlier — he found himself suspect to your sole attention.

"Good luck with the show," you grinned. "Try not to sweat too much on my costumes this time."

"I'm sorry, but are you coming back from a party? Why're you extra dressed up?" Jinu asked, hoping he didn't sound too rude.

"Extra? I think I look fine for a concert."

"You look beautiful, that's not the point," Jinu said, immediately blushing from head to toe. "Uh— I mean—"

"Y/N! There you are!" A guy in a black turtleneck and leather jacket came running to your your side, his hands casually sliding over your waist. Jinu blinked in surprise. "The security wouldn't let me in! They thought I was some crazy Saja Boys fan. Can you imagine?"

Jinu glared at where his hands was, then fixed his face just in time for your hurried introduction.

"Well, this is one of the band members. Meet Jinu. Jinu, this is my boyfriend, Dean."

They shook hands, though one looked more reluctant than the other.

"Ah, your date is our concert?" Jinu asked, fake smiling. "I'm honored."

"OH no, we were out shopping all day for her Winter Dance next week. Your concert was just a job stop before dinner," Dean laughed. You hit the side of his stomach with your elbow.

"Job stop?" Jinu asked, confused. "You're not staying for our show? But you always do."

"He's not a fan of pop music," you explained, glaring at your boyfriend.

"I love pop, and I love that she loves this job! But these costumes are... something," Dean looked up and down at Jinu, who felt himself getting angrier by the second. "I'm surprised you let her dress you up in pink."

"Excuse me?" Jinu scoffed.

"No, no! I didn't mean to offend you!" Dean said quickly, especially since the glare on your face only seemed to have intensified. "I just meant, if it were up to me, I would have gone for more... masculine colors."

"Did you find this guy behind the dumpster just so you could have a date for the Winter Dance?" Jinu asked, finally snapping. "If you just asked, I could've ringed up prisoners nicer than him."

Your eyes went wide.

"What did you just say?" Dean glared, stepping forward.

"JINU! Show starts in ten!" The stage manager appeared beside him, grabbing his hands before he could reply. He could feel the anger surging through his veins, but he was being pushed away by more people.

The stupid turtleneck and his stupid laugh.

He turned around one last time, fully intending to give his absolute death stare, but he gasped in surprise. Dean was leaning down to whisper something in your ear, and under his ear — just for a second, his patterns were clearly visible.

A demon.

Before he could do anything, he was on the stage.

It was routine for the boys to see the fans after every performance. A few photographs, autographs, and smiles went a long way — as did Abby's flirtatious smiles.

Jinu had his hands full right after the show, but his mind was wandering. Something told him he had to find you right away.

He looked at the ever-growing crowd.

"We love Jinu!!!"

"SAJA BOYS FOREVERR!!"

Jinu tried to go back, but it was impossible. With just one option in his mind, he closed his eyes.

The lead singer of Saja Boys went up in a puff of dark purple smoke, and the fans went wild for the "special effects."

The backstage was almost cleared out. The last of the workers were tired and going home, so most of them didn't even notice Jinu bursting into the scene like a fire was about to break out.

"Y/N?" He yelled, as if you would magically appear in front of him. When he heard no response, he frantically started asking anyone he saw if they had seen you or a tall, turtleneck-ed man who did not have a security pass. None could say anything helpful, and he got frustrated by the second.

"I think Y/N might have went already," a girl said, who was the fifth person Jinu was questioning. "I saw her in the loo earlier. She didn't look so great."

Fear crept into his heart, or where his heart was supposed to be. Was I too late?

"And the guy, I've definitely seen him in the green room like, five minutes ago. I remember because I was thinking to myself what he was doing there so late."

Jinu didn't need to hear the rest. He was running yet again, without even asking which one of the green rooms she was talking about. He didn't need to. If Dean were a demon, he'd make himself known.

"NO!"

In the dimly lit room, Jinu's scream seemed to echo off the walls. At the other end, Dean slowly turned around, a grin so wide that Jinu immediately recognized as hunger fulfilled.

A girl lay on the floor, unconscious.

"You killed her." The sentence came off his mouth in utter disbelief. There was no anger, just plain surprise. He felt like the universe took him by his legs and shook him till there was no life left.

"Would you have preferred the first bite?" Dean asked, his eyes glowing bright.

Jinu snapped.

He moved forward with claws out and patterns visible, but Dean only had to wave his hand for Jinu to fall back and hit the hard, cold floor.

"It takes a lot more than that to fight me," Dean whispered, still smiling. "I was known for being Gwi-Ma's favorite a thousand years ago."

Jinu charged again, if only because he didn't know what else to do. He had to take out his immediate grief and anger, and he didn't want a second to himself just to process that you might actually be dead. Jinu was in denial, but he was also just as angry. He knew there was no point in approaching the body, because she was clearly not breathing.

Dean wasn't prepared well this time. Jinu slammed his body so hard that he hit the ground, and arched his claws across the demon's chest. Dean cried out, but before Jinu could harm him in any real way again — Dean disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

"NO!" Jinu yelled, staring at the empty ground. Motherfucking demons!

Without anyone to take his anger out to, he went straight to the body, tears freely spilling out. He wondered why it hurt so much, and he hated himself for thinking he might have been the cause of the deaths of many Y/Ns, as well as many Jinus with their heart broken. He pulled the body closer, brushing the hair away from your face.

Only it wasn't you.

The hair was similar to yours, but it was another girl — someone who was unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He felt nauseated to realize the amount of relief he felt; that the girl he was clutching wasn't his to grieve over. He was still crying, this time his thoughts more complex than the last.

He leaned down and whispered a prayer over the dead girl, then like every victim of demons, her body disintegrated to nothingness. He was staring at the floor for the second time that night, hating everything in him that wasn't a human.

He wondered what a normal person would do in his situation, and then he did exactly that — he took out his phone and dialled your number.

"You're alive," Jinu smiled, wrapping you in a hug. You laughed, a sound that almost made him feel like a human man in love, and he reminded himself to act a little less conspicuous.

For all you knew, Jinu had called you and asked where you were, and if you could meet up in the park you were currently standing in.

"Of course I'm alive! Now what's going on?"

"Were you halfway to your home?" Jinu asked, knowing he didn't care if you were tucked in bed when he called. He had to see you in flesh, had to make sure you were okay.

"No, I was having pizza one street down," you shrugged, sitting down at the nearby bench. He followed suit. You looked shaken, so he hesitated before his next words.

"What happened with Dean?"

"Why do you—"

"I saw him backstage. You weren't with him, and something felt wrong."

You stared at him with your eyes wide open. Jinu felt nervous, like you could see right through the facade and just how much he loved you. He was scared you'd call him out on it or laugh at his face.

"Was he with her?" You asked instead.

"Who?"

"He's cheating on me," you said quietly. "It's stupid. We've only been dating for a week or two, and he's already cheating on me. I see him sneaking around with girls, and I got so sick of it."

Cheating? Oh!

"He wasn't cheating on you," Jinu said, tilting his head. He had to choose his words carefully. "But he was a right jerk, I can tell you that."

"You don't have to cheer me up, Jinu. I know he was cheating." You knotted your hands together, sounding defeated. "Unless you know something I don't."

"Would you believe me if I said he's a demon sucking souls of the girls he was sneaking away with?"

You laughed softly.

"Thought so." He smiled a little himself. "I'm glad you're not with him all the same."

You met his eyes. "You are?"

Jinu cleared his throat. "Well, I don't want you to be demon food, you know? Or for you to be uhm, cheated on, yeah."

"Oh, right."

Jinu wondered if he was only imagining the disappointment in your voice.

"Y/N," Jinu said reluctantly. "I know he's a demon because I am too. Would you believe that?"

You blinked.

"I'm a demon sent by my lord to form a boy band so I could steal my fans' souls." Jinu said, serious as ever.

You laughed, this time louder. Jinu felt himself going red as he saw you clutching your stomach from the laughter.

"I'm not lying!"

"And I'm the devil! My horns are detachable and I've a secret soft spot for unicorns!"

"Stop laughing!"

"Jinuuu," you said playfully, noticing he looked a bit hurt now. You hooked your hands around his elbow, smiling at his adorable pout. "You're not a demon. No matter what bedtime story you tell yourself."

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?"

"I think you're lovely," you corrected, and this time he felt himself going red for more reasons than one. You went on before he could make any comment on it. "Good riddance for Dean though. He was rude about my work, wasn't he?"

"Yeah, I almost punched him in the face."

"Please don't make me laugh again."

"Hey! I'm not weak!"

"Yeah, yeah, you're strong and a demon and you punch people with your manicured fists. I know." You downright giggled. "Shame about the Winter Dance though. Now I've no partner and a pretty dress alone at home."

Jinu felt a cold breeze against his face. He felt like he was pushing luck just by your hands over his. Should he really risk more?

"Uhm, I'm sure," he cleared his throat. "You'll find someone."

"Yeah," you said pointedly. "Soon, I hope."

"Soon!" Jinu promised. He could ask you right then, but he had to tie up some loose ends.

He had to get rid of Gwi-Ma, make the band members turn human, and most important of all — he had to pluck up the courage to ask out the most beautiful girl he's ever seen.

He couldn't wait to wake up that brave.

For now, both of you sat content and watched the city fall asleep.

the end

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