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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 7 - 𝘉𝘪𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘺

Summary: Reincarnated in the body of a demon from the last film you saw before you died, you have decided to change the script of the story in your favour. But you didn't count on your presence in the story changing everything.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, a little bit of angst, near death situation, ooc (probably), cringe (surely), no proofread (oopsie)

Word count: 2700+

A/N: First of all: thank you. Thank you all for all the love and support that you are giving me through your likes, reblogs and comments. I really appreciate them. I'm trying to answer to all of you, at least to show you how much it means to me ;^;

Also, I'm really sorry this chapter took this long. Work is crazy and I had a little vacation planed, so I didn't have time to write :( I'll try to update the story in a few days to try and feed you like you deserve!

This chapter is a little bit special. It's the Soda Pop debut!! And... it something else. I hope that you enjoy it as much as the previous chapters!

(REMINDER: Baby: Byeol / Abby: Sang / Romance: Dasom / Mystery: Minjun)

Ch. 6

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Soda Pop was a hit. A huge crowd, even bigger than you had expected, had gathered in the square to enjoy the Saja Boys' debut.

Everything was going perfectly, just as planned.

You decided to let yourself go, moving your shoulders to the beat of the music, like everyone else. From what you remembered from the events in the movie, everything was going smoothly. Even those lovely old ladies who you found so funny in the movie were there… you had to make sure they didn't lose their souls.

In fact, you had to make sure no one did.

Some flying hearts snapped you out of your thoughts.

Those… special effects had been entirely their idea.

You couldn't help but smile when you saw them. You managed to catch one in mid-flight before it smacked you in the face. As you did so, you caught a glimpse of HUNTR/X, who were arguing, probably about whether or not to attack the boys at that very moment. You crossed your fingers mentally that that part of the plot wouldn't change.

The truth is, the song was really catchy, and you were afraid you wouldn't be able to get it out of your head all day.

The guys ‘helped’ some people in the audience (just before HUNTR/X sabotaged it, convinced that they were doing it with bad intentions) and then rose up on a magical platform (how convenient to be demons so you can pull a stage out of thin air).

You couldn't stop smiling.

All around you, everyone seemed so happy…

Then you felt someone staring at you intensely. VERY intensely.

You turned around to look for the person in question and saw that it was… Rumi. How she had found you in the crowd was surprising, to say the least. And the coldness and hatred in her gaze made your blood run cold. Your patterns glowed a little against your will.

Busted.

You swallowed hard. The boys could teleport, but you couldn't. When the performance was over, they would leave…

How would you hide now that you had been discovered?

The best thing to do was to stay in the crowd, hide among other people, so they couldn't attack you.

A foolproof plan.

So, even though you didn't like the idea of missing the end of the performance, you lowered your head a little and decided to leave slowly and discreetly, heading home. You had to start putting the pieces in place for that same night, when the boys would be on TV.

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Rumi felt her blood boil when she saw those demons dancing. What were they trying to do? Were they a demon K-pop boy band?

What's more, as if that weren't suspicious enough, several of them kept glancing in the same direction, even though they were trying to disguise it. And when she looked there, she saw only a... girl. You.

Why would they want to attack you, of all people? Because they wanted to attack you, right?

Then you turned towards her, as if you had felt her gaze. And you turned pale.

Did you recognise her?

Rumi wanted to hide further in her hoodie, to get out of there so no one else would recognise her, but then she saw it.

Your patterns.

You had patterns all over your body, cold golden eyes that shined through you disguise… you were a demon.

You were a demon too.

The boy band didn't want to attack you… you were friends. Demon friends? Did demons have friends?

You shrank a little, turned around and started walking away from the stage, away from the other demons.

Away from her and the other hunters.

Rumi glanced sideways at her friends. Mira was seething with anger and Zoey… was dancing lightly to the rhythm of the music.

She could handle it herself. You were just one demon, and you didn't look particularly strong.

It was during the day, she shouldn't caught attention.

‘I'll be right back,’ she said to the other hunters, pulling her hood a little tighter and walking after you, keeping an eye on you.

She would do it quickly.

One quick move, and you'd be dead.

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Someone was following you, you had no doubt about it.

You started to get nervous. The end of the song was approaching, and then the crowd would disperse and it would be harder to hide.

You decided to run, even if it meant pushing people aside. You had to get out of there fast. You had to call one of the boys, ask for help.

You had to escape. You couldn't die again.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

You turned around without stopping and saw Rumi, her head hidden by the hood of her sweatshirt, coming straight towards you.

She was the one who was following you.

Well, it was always better that it was just Rumi and not all three of them, right?

You swallowed hard. You were reaching the end of the square. You prepared to speed up even more.

You didn't know if you were faster than Rumi, but you could try to run through the alleys, hide, and call one of the guys to get you out of this mess.

Not only did you not want to die, you were also afraid that if one of the boys helped you, Rumi would take them down too. Your plan was to avoid any casualties, on either side.

But at the same time… Was this a sign from above to bring forward the meeting between Jinu and Rumi?

You slapped your face while continuing to run.

This was no time to think about that.

Survival mode: activated.

At the first intersection you saw, you quickened your pace and turned. You could feel Rumi speeding up too, and you felt a change in the Honmoon… Rumi had just drawn his sword.

You ran as fast as your demonic abilities would allow. You took out your mobile phone, breathing heavily, and phoned Jinu.

He didn't answer.

'Shit.'

You turned into an alley, not realising it was a dead end… and Rumi was behind you, blocking your way.

You tried to dial another number, but when she saw you move, Rumi was quick and lunged at you. You managed to dodge her, but your mobile phone slipped out of your hand.

Goodbye rescue plan.

You were alone.

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‘Where's the manager?’ asked Abby. ‘I didn't see her at the end of the performance… but she's not at home either.’

Romance shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head.

‘She can't teleport, but she shouldn't be long, should she?’

Mystery had seen you leave. During the performance, he felt something weird... and couldn't help but check on you now and then. And for some reason, you seemed worried, as if you needed to get out of there right away.

‘I'm going to go look for her,’ said Mystery. ‘She's always on time, she should be here by now.’

‘But we have to get ready… she'll be angry if we're not ready when she gets here…’ Abby felt uncomfortable. He felt a strange tingling sensation, as if something wasn't right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Soda Pop's performance had been a success, and that same night they were going to be on the most popular TV show of the moment… but where were you? He felt a terrible urge to hug you, to lift you up in the air and spin you around in his arms… He needed to thank you.

Where the hell were you?

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The fight against Rumi was brief. Even though you were a demon, and your survival instincts kicked in to help you fight, you were like a newborn deer against a lion. Your mind tried to find a way out, but you couldn't find one. Rumi lunged to kill, without any doubt in her eyes. Only hatred. Anger. Contempt.

You were agile and violent, but Rumi had been trained specifically to kill. And no matter how good you were at biting and slapping, that fight was lost.

You tried to feint, but she kicked you and you ended up falling to the ground. You tried to crawl backwards until your back hit a wall.

You were helpless. Terrified. Powerless.

You had no way out.

You couldn't call for help.

You were going to die.

Again.

Seeing that you were no longer struggling to get up, Rumi slowly approached you, sword raised, pointing directly at your chest.

But you weren't going to die, were you? That wasn't part of your plan.

Rumi twisted her wrist, ready to deliver the fatal blow, when a light bulb went off in your head.

How had Jinu convinced her that he wasn't evil, other than being disgustingly handsome?

Through dialogue!

‘Wait!’ you shouted.

But Rumi was already in motion, her sword whistling through the air. Destination: your chest.

You threw yourself to the ground, dodging it by a hair's breadth.

You sat back down, pressing yourself against the wall as hard as you could, your hands up, palms out, showing that you had surrendered.

'Please wait. I'm not a demon, I swear,' you said. It was clearly not your finest moment, but you didn't have much time to think.

'Yeah, right,' Rumi raised her sword again, ready to strike you down once more.

Duck it.

If you had to spill your secret (one of them, at least), this was the moment.

'I have a soul!' you exclaimed just before she turned you into a kebab. 'I'm on your side!'

Rumi stopped her attack just inches from your neck. Something in your voice… perhaps your tangible terror… had made her decide to listen to you. She left the tip of her sword there, resting casually on your neck, reminding you that one false move would mean death.

Why did the plot have to change like that? Why did Rumi have to come after you instead of approaching the stage menacingly?

Why did she chase you, not Jinu?

Why did only bad things happen to you lately?

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Mystery didn't find you in the square, or at the beauty salon, or in the bathhouse, or at your favourite bubble tea shop.

You were nowhere to be found.

And he wasn't happy about it.

Jinu had announced that he had a missed call from you, but that you weren't answering your phone…

All the Saja Boys were on edge.

It was almost time to go on the show, but you weren't there.

And Abby and Romance had announced that if you weren't there, they wouldn't go to that ridiculous show, no matter how much Jinu insisted that they had to.

Although he was also worried, he knew better than to think that something really bad had happened to you, even though the mere image of your unconscious body the day before gave him nightmares, even though the idea that you were hurt made his heart ache… He couldn't throw it all away like that.

Baby had gone looking for you in hell, even if it was unlikely to find you there.

Where the hell were you?

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When you told Rumi that you knew her story, that you knew she was a halfblood and that she was trying to turn the Honmoon golden so she could be ‘normal,’ she tensed up. She pressed the blade of the sword harder against your neck, making you bleed, but not fatally.

‘No one else knows,’ you added, your voice broken with panic.

You had to choose your words carefully if you didn't want her to impale you right there.

‘You see…’ You weren't quite sure how to explain it to her, because surely, if you told her you had been reincarnated into a MOVIE, she would kill you instead of letting you explain. ‘I managed to… get my soul back… and now I'm trying to get the Saja Boys to get theirs back… I don't want souls, I promise. I don't need them. I already have mine.’

You then asked her to sing, even if just a little, so you could prove it to her. And when she sang the first verses of Golden, and you put all your willpower into how wonderful that song sounded… Rumi could see that recognisable blue light in your chest.

You weren't lying.

‘How…?’

You shook your head nervously, but you cheered up when you saw that Rumi was finally lowering his weapon.

‘I'm on your side, Rumi. I don't want… I don't want anyone to die.’ You looked down at the ground, slightly embarrassed. It wasn't your plan to reveal your secret like that, right off the bat, to Rumi. But now that she knew, there was no turning back.

‘But the Saja Boys are demons…’

‘Yes. And I want them to get their souls back too. It's just that… they don't know it yet.’

Rumi frowned and made a move to raise his weapon towards you again.

‘Hey!’ you exclaimed. ‘You're in no position to judge when you haven't told your best friends your secret.’

That comment seemed to hurt her, so you decided to add some sincere advice that you'd been thinking about since you first saw the movie:

'Why don't you tell them the truth? They're your family, they'll understand.'

She looked into your eyes with a mixture of fear and hope.

'Sometimes you have to face up to those risks, Rumi. But… you have to know that the longer you wait to tell them, the more you're going to hurt them.'

Wow.

The pot calling the kettle black.

Why didn't you tell the Saja Boys that you had a soul?

Because you were afraid, just like Rumi.

Because you weren't sure if they would accept it, or if… they would want to take theirs back.

You were afraid that, after getting to know them, befriending them... you were going to be alone all over again.

You heard an angry bark, and when you looked down the alley, you saw Mystery. He was leaning forward, claws out, ready to attack Rumi and rip her throat out with his teeth if necessary.

'Go away,' you whispered to the hunter, fear in your eyes. You didn't want them to fight, not now. 'And take my advice. You're not a mistake.'

Rumi looked into your eyes one last time, feeling something warm in his chest.

Maybe you were right.

She'd give you the benefit of the doubt.

And, just this once, she'd leave you and your dog alone.

She ran off, jumped over Mystery and disappeared into the city.

Myst, instead of running after her, practically threw himself at you.

Your neck wasn't bleeding anymore, but you still had the mark from the cut, which hadn't completely closed yet.

What shitty powers.

‘I'm fine,’ you said, sensing his concern.

He let himself fall beside you into his knees and hugged you tightly, resting your head on his chest. He stroked your hair with one hand, while the other held you close against him from your back.

You listened as his pulse slowly slowed and his growling stopped.

'I thought...' he murmured hoarsely. 'That the hunter was going to... and you...'

At that moment, you felt yourself relax, not fully aware that you were still tense.

You had been on the verge of death.

Rumi had almost killed you.

You hugged Mystery back, trembling a little.

You were processing everything that had just happened, and what had almost happened.

You hated seeing yourself weak. You hated feeling weak. But you had been terrified. You couldn't defend yourself. You had realised how alone you were without them...

A sob escaped you, and you felt a tear roll down your cheek.

You didn't want to die. You didn't want to die. You didn't want to die again.

You didn't want to be alone.

Mystery pulled you closer to him. He didn't say anything, but his company was comforting. His warmth, his embrace, the rhythmic sound of his pulse...

You controlled your breathing, gathered your thoughts as best you could, and tried to pull yourself together.

You felt Myst's lips on your forehead, placing a small kiss there.

'Don't worry. You're not alone anymore. I'm here.'

You felt your heart shrink at his words.

It was just what you needed to hear.

'Thank you.'

And with that, you returned to the comfortable silence of before, hugging each other, listening to each other's heartbeats, and aware that you were both alive, and that none of you were alone. Never again.

And that the Saja Boys still had their music producer.

And that you still had your soul... and the Saja Boys.

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A/N: hey there! Hope you liked it! It's a little bit agnsty at the end, but I have to say that next chapter is probably going to be worse hahahaha

And... Rumi! Is she another love interest? .... would you like to have her as a love interest? 👀

Also, as many of you have asked me for an ending with all the boys, I've been thinking about doing something like a multiple ending. That is, an ending for each of the Saja Boys. The order in which I would write them would be up to you, but that way you could all have an ending with your favourite character. They would probably be between one and three chapters each, but I haven't decided anything yet. Do you like the idea?

Thank you all for all the love! Let me know what you think about this one.

Again, thank you for reading, for all your support and kind words. Remember that those comments, likes and reblogs help me a lot as motivation! 🥹🩷

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CHAPTER ONE: The pull of the tide

Masterlist || Taglist || -> Chapter two

༺ synopis: You had to live through your childhood tragedy once more. The ship was sinking and you braced yourself for the inevitable - surely the sea won't show mercy twice.

༺ character: Siren!Rafayel

༺ reader: female | AFAB

༺ wc: 2338

༺ cw: sinking of a ship, descriptions of drowning, mentions of death & dying, injuries, blood, the ugly side of sirens.

༺ notes: I'm a widdol nervous about this so feedback would be appreciated :))

What are the odds of sinking on a boat once?

The statistic floats in your mind like debris, as if knowledge might anchor you to reason in the middle of screaming wind and breaking wood. You'd read it once, years ago on some bored midnight internet search. One in a million, maybe. The sort of once in a lifetime thing that scars your childhood and becomes a strange, isolating footnote you carry forever.

But twice? Twice felt personal.

Twice screamed that the sea gods were angry.

Rain blurred the world into grey streaks, cold and relentless as it drove into your skin. The world became nothing but noise - snapping sails, splintering beams, someone's voice yelling your name before it was swallowed by thunder, yet your body couldn't move, couldn't even scream. The cold has always done that to you, paralyzed your lungs and shrunk your world down to the roar of blood and memories.

You stood near the railing, shoes soaked and hands curled uselessly at your sides. Around you the ship cracked and screamed, groaning like something alive and dying. The wedding decorations - white silk streamers and fairy lights - were in shreds, flapping wildly and trailing across the ruined deck like ghosts.

It all started so gently with your friend's wedding. That's the only reason why you had come, the only reason you were on this doomed celebration cruise. Your friend had begged you “Just one night on the water,” she said. “The ocean’s calm this time of year. It'll help you let go of the past.”

Let go... And now the sea took everything once again.

The deck heaved beneath you, sharp and sudden and you stumbled hard against the railing. Somewhere behind you, a mast cracked in two, the sound deafening and haunting. The panic on ship grew louder now, screams, feet pounding, someone was crying - but none of it touched you. You felt like you were sinking already, before your body had even left the ship.

The cold spray of saltwater hit your eyes and then something else, hard and fast, maybe something metallic based on the sound. A burst of pain immediately bloomed behind your temple, sharp and electric. You didn't even know what it was and couldn't bring yourself to care as you braced for the inevitable. The sea would swallow you whole. It had spared you as a child, but it wouldn't show mercy a second time as your world started to spin.

And then - Nothing.

There was no memory of the fall, no gasp as you hit the water. Just a blur of darkness and the cold, the kind that swallowed breath and thought alike. You surfaced some time later, not knowing how long it had been. Seconds, maybe even minutes? All you could do was to clutch onto a piece of the ship, torn wood slick with seawater and blood. One of your legs hung heavy in the water, as if someone - or something - tried to drag you under. The other stung sharp with every kick while your arms shook with the effort of holding on, of staying afloat. A pulsing ache throbbed from one of your thighs and when you tried to lift your head from the wooden piece, you could taste blood on your tongue.

Above, the sky was a shattered bruise of lightning and smoke, the clouds bleeding violet light. Bits of the ship bobbed in the water like the scattered bones of some fallen creature. You didn't know where the others had gone - whether anyone had survived, whether they were screaming for help or were already at the bottom of the ocean.

All you could do was float, adrift and half awake with your lips turning violet-blue from the cold, heart pounding too loud in your chest and no strength left to call for help. Yet, your fingers refused to let go of the broken plank that held you above water. Splinters began to dig into your skin, but you only held on tighter, as if letting go would mean surrendering entirely. Saltwater lapped at your lips, turning them dry and letting the delicate skin crack as your vision blurred.

And somewhere, far beneath the surface, the sea stirred.

At first, it was only a feeling, a weight, invisible and unspoken that settled over your skin like a change in pressure. You opened your eyes slowly, vision clouded by salt and rain and the plank you clung onto creaked faintly beneath you, the water lapping violently against the sides. Across from you, half submerged in the dark water, something watched.

Only the top of a head was visible - pale strands of long, lavender hair drifting around it like smoke, fanning out in a halo. The water cradled it, eerily still despite the storm. It just floated there with unnatural calm and just above the surface, a pair of glowing violet eyes stared directly into yours. They didn't blink - neither did you.

Your heart should have seized. You should have cried out, kicked or let go to flee. But none of these things happened. Your body was too tired, your mind too disoriented to recognize if this was someone alive or perhaps one of the wedding guests simply...floating. As your vision cleared up, you could tell that this wasn't human, at least not entirely.

On the other side of the wood, Rafayel lingered just beneath the surface, his head barely visible to you and his breath slowed to match the pulse of the sea. He simply watched you drift closer to unconsciousness, each blink slower than the last and your lips were entirely blue with deep cracks. A thin smear of blood still trickled from the cut at your brow - You were fading. Quietly and without protest.

Most of them screamed or tried to put up a fight, it made their panic easier to ignore, and made the line between predator and prey clear. But you weren't screaming, simply staring back at him like you had nothing left to give, least of all to him. No fear, no defiance. Only quiet exhaustion and acceptance.

He should have disappeared by now, not be enamored by your lack of reaction. Observe, lure, drag down, devour. He knew how it goes, it was an automated process that ensured his survival.

Your body slowly sagged lower and the piece of wreckage creaked once more, your weight shifting. Rafayel's eyes followed you with cool precision, noticing the weakness in your limbs, the slack curve of your fingers and the hollow shadows beneath your eyes. You wouldn't last much longer.

You saw him enough to know what he was and what he wasn't and yet, your gaze softened. Not in recognition, but in surrender... Until they closed completely.

Your head lulled forward and with a small splash, you began to slide off the wood. The gravity finally tipped you into the black of the water as your unconscious body couldn't help but to accept its fate - your lungs taking their last breath of air before they would fill with water, slowly, until all of you succumbed to the ruthlessness of the ocean.

He moved before he thought.

One hand shot up from the water and caught you just beneath the shoulders, guiding you back with startling gentleness. Your head rolled against his arm in the process but he simply cradled it above the ocean's surface in a way that the water had no chance to reach your lungs. His instincts told him to devour you whole while you couldn't put up a fight, while you had no choice but to give in to the predator who caught you - but he ignored them, forcing himself to remain calm.

Rafayel held you a moment longer, your weight slight and delicate in his arms, reminding him of a situation oh so many years ago. Then, without a word, he turned and began to swim. Each movement was smooth, powerful, as if the current bent itself around him. He held you cradled in his arms, body limp and not a single muscle stirred. Your breath was faint, but present - like seafoam against his skin.

He had watched you long before you even saw him - only surfaced when he sensed the panic blooming across the wreck. The scent of blood trailed like ribbons through the dark and led him straight to you, and when your eyes locked with his, it wasn't mercy that stilled him. It was thrill. The anticipation of taking a bite, of tearing you limb by limb, of hearing your screams turn into gargles as he mercilessly dragged you beneath water.

Fear always fascinated him. There was something raw and so honest in it that nothing could quite compare. A primal urge, he had seen it in your eyes, in the way your pupils dilated, how your jaw tensed despite the exhaustion weighing your body down. He saw the flicker of knowing inside your eyes, knowing that something wasn't right - that he wasn't safe. You couldn't run or scream, but your fear was ever present. And oh how he enjoyed it.

He shouldn't have lingered, knowing the rules all too well: Do not play with your food or you will end up on their plate. But where was the pleasure in mindlessly devouring? Where was the thrill in dragging something down that didn't even know it was dying? A little fear made the flavor richer, a little dread gave the ending a meaning. But somehow you just… accepted it - and that unnerved him more than he would like to admit.

Your warmth slowly started to bleed into his cold skin which only aided to dull the instinct to feed and be done. Rafayel tried convincing himself that it was pity, a passing whim, but still, his grip on you tightened ever so slightly as if he's scared to risk seeing you drift off with the tide.

The jagged silhouette of a rock formation loomed ahead, slick with the salty water and painted silver by each pulse of lightning that bloomed across the raging skies. It wasn't much, but it was enough for you to breathe, enough to make you believe that you survived by chance alone. At least that was the initial plan - to leave you with salt in your mouth and dread in your bones. To let you believe that the sea had spared you once more.

But as he eased you from the water and laid you onto the stone, his fingertips ghosted across the blood slick gash on your leg. His eyes lingered on the curve of your face, the fragile rise and fall of your chest. And somewhere deep within, something stirred. A sense of familiarity bloomed inside his chest and made him realize that he wasn't sure if he would want to let you go, which somehow frightened him more than the thought of starving ever could.

The world ebbed in and out like the sea itself, each wave of consciousness pulling you further from shore. You weren't even sure when your body was moved onto something solid - cold beneath your skin but still drenched by the sea. But you could feel the jagged stone pressing into your back, anchoring you in your place. Your limbs were far too heavy to lift, skin numb with cold and you weren't sure why the ocean decided to spare you once more.

Your thoughts wanted to form, to try and find a way out of the water and back to land but the voice that came from just below the waves made it impossible to think straight. The voice was low and rich, smooth in a way that felt unnatural, too perfect to belong to anything human. The melody curled through the air like mist, sweet and gentle, almost like a lullaby - but the cadence was strange, the language foreign and laced with sounds that rolled like foam off a reef. You couldn't place it, couldn't tell if this was truly a voice or something your mind conjured in exhaustion to make leaving this life easier, but it wound itself around your senses and refused to let you go.

A soft chill crept over your skin, but something deep inside of you was recoiling, even as your body relaxed. The voice made you feel calm, yes - but not safe. The calmness it brought felt borrowed and false, as though something beneath that melody tugged at the strings of your mind with too much ease. You tried to lift your head and open your eyes fully, but the effort only made them flutter and fall shut completely. Your breathing became more shallow while your consciousness slipped like sand through broken fingers.

The memory of those violet eyes surfaced behind your lids, how they were just watching you with a subtle glow to them and it made your chest tighten. Even though you could no longer see him, you could still feel his presence near, just out of reach.

You didn't want to sleep, not ready to fade yet, but your body was already letting go. Your thoughts were scattered like driftwood as darkness gathered at the edges of your mind, soft and irresistible. The cold, the blood loss, the song - it all wove together too seamlessly. Your last conscious thought wasn't of the wreck, it was that a voice so beautiful could lead you so gently into oblivion.

You didn't see him rise from the water, didn't feel the gentle droplets land on you as Rafayel emerged to settle beside you. His gaze swept over you deliberately, as if he was trying to understand what exactly he had just saved. One hand moved with reverent care to brush the tangled and damp hair from your face, his fingers lingering for a moment too long against your cheek. A moment later, the smallest smile formed on his lips, not cruel, but indulgent.

“Twice now,” he mumbled and looked out at the open waters. “You really don't have luck on your side, little thing.”

[dixonsbugaboo]

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.

ꜱᴀᴊᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ🎵

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 6 - 𝘔𝘪𝘹𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴

Summary: Reincarnated in the body of a demon from the last film you saw before you died, you have decided to change the script of the story in your favour. But you didn't count on your presence in the story changing everything.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, men, jealousy (subtle but there it is), Abby being smelly, ooc (probably), cringe (surely), no proofread (oopsie)

Word count: 2600+

A/N: First of all: thank you. Thank you all for all the love and support that you are giving me through your likes, reblogs and comments. I really appreciate them. I'm trying to answer to all of you, at least to show you how much it means to me ;^;

(REMINDER: Baby: Byeol / Abby: Sang / Romance: Dasom / Mystery: Minjun)

Ch. 5

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You slowly opened your eyes. Your head hurt like hell and was still spinning. For a demon, your healing abilities were a bit pathetic.

Where were you…?

Was that your room?

Yes… you were in your room.

You were in bed, in fact, covered up to your neck with sheets and a cold towel on your forehead. You tried to sit up slowly, pressing your temples to ease the pain and causing the towel to fall to one side.

How had you got there?

The last thing you remembered was feeling like you were being cooked alive in the sauna, like a giant shrimp...

The sheet slipped off your body when you sat up, and you realised that you were still only covered by the towel you had used in the bathhouse.

Something didn't add up.

You couldn't teleport.

And you didn't remember waking up, getting up and walking home.

So, although you were grateful to be alive, you weren't quite sure how you got home.

Had someone found you and contacted the others somehow?

Or...

Had one of the guys done it?

At least you still had the towel.

Then you realised something: what would happen if you died? What would happen if you died again?

You weren't quite sure what happened when a demon died. When its body died, did it disappear forever? Was it sent back to hell, with another chance to return to the world of the living? But what would happen if you died? What would happen if a demon with a soul died? Because in fact, the body you occupied wasn't yours, so if it disappeared forever, well… but what about your soul? Where would your soul go? Would that be the final form of death?

The more you thought about it, the more your head throbbed.

Just then, as if to signal you to stop thinking about it, someone knocked on the door.

‘Come in,’ you managed to say. Your voice sounded slightly hoarse.

How long had you been out of action?

The door opened a crack and Baby poked his head in, as if he needed permission to come in. He looked surprised to see you awake.

‘How are you feeling?’ he asked softly.

His efforts not to disturb you touched you. After making sure you were still covered, you motioned for him to come in and sit down.

‘Honestly, I feel terrible.’

'It's normal. You fainted in the sauna.'

So, was it Baby who…?

You saw him look down, embarrassed.

'I want to apologise,' he said as he finally came in and sat down slowly at the foot of your bed. 'You left me in charge, and even so… I almost let you die.'

What?

He looked up briefly to look at you, but was unable to hold your gaze and looked back down at his hands.

'You insisted so much that we shouldn't go into the women's bathhouse… even when I sensed something was wrong because you were taking so long, even when Mystery insisted so much on going to look for you because you were taking too long… you left me in charge and… I did nothing. We almost lost you.'

Oh, no. You already understood what had happened.

Trying not to let him see that you were still wearing only the towel, you sat up a little straighter on the bed and raised your hand to his face. You forced him to look up at you. His green eyes looked tormented.

Why did he look so devastated?

You caressed his face with your hand, and he leaned towards you, seeking more contact. Seeking to be closer to you.

‘I'm fine,’ you assured him, partly for his sake, but also for your own. ‘I'm still here, everything's fine.’

But for Baby, nothing was fine. They didn't know exactly when you had fainted, but they knew that if it weren't for Jinu, you would be dead.

Yes, that's right.

Jinu.

When they returned home without you and explained that you were taking it easy and would come home when you were ready, he let the alarm bells ring in his head.

With a “poof”, he disappeared, and less than ten minutes later he reappeared in the flat, carrying you in his arms, unconscious. You looked like a doll, your head tilted back, your hair loose, the towel that had been holding it back long gone. But you barely had a pulse, your body was radiating heat and you were very pale.

As soon as Jinu reappeared in the living room, looking very serious and carrying you unconscious in his arms, chaos broke out in the living room.

Abby exclaimed your name, running towards Jinu; Romance wanted to lift you up in his arms himself to see what was wrong with you, but Jinu wouldn't let him; Myst was speechless, afraid to come closer and discover that you were no longer... alive; and Baby felt his heart break into a thousand pieces as he felt guilty for what he was seeing.

Jinu held you against his chest, with one arm under your legs and the other around your back. Your body was covered by the towel you had brought into the sauna, and on top of that, Jinu's shirt, as if he was trying to give you some... privacy.

‘Is she alive?’ Romance managed to ask amid the commotion of seeing you like that.

‘Yes,’ Jinu replied without looking at you. ‘She fainted in the sauna from heatstroke.’

None of the others were sure how likely or unlikely it was for a demon to get heatstroke, but at least you were okay.

‘How could you leave her there, even if she was taking a long time to come out? Didn't you think something might have happened to her? What if she had run into the hunters?’

The others hung their heads in shame. Jinu sounded angry, but that was normal. Abby and Romance were convinced that since you always took so long in the bathhouse, it would be the same in public bathhouse, and even though Myst had said that something must have happened to you, they dismissed it and...

And now you were like this.

'I'm going to let her rest in her bed. I'll put a damp towel on her to bring her temperature down, and we'll take turns to check if she wakes up.'

Without waiting for a reply, he disappeared down the corridor with you in his arms.

‘How long have I been… unconscious?’ you asked, pulling Baby out of a turbulent cloud of recent memories.

‘Several hours. It's getting dark. Are you hungry?’

You shook your head.

Did demons take ibuprofen when they had migraines?

You lowered your hand to your lap, not seeing the pain that gesture caused in Baby's eyes. You took a deep breath through your nose and let it out slowly through your mouth.

‘Thank you,’ you said, smiling at him. ‘For taking care of me and worrying about me while I was in that state. I'm sure I just need to hydrate a little and rest for tomorrow.’

Baby couldn't bring himself to tell you that you were there thanks to Jinu, preferring to keep to himself the fact that he wasn't the only one who was completely freaked out by the accident… there was no need to stress you out any more.

‘Got it. I'll go get some water then,’ he said, heading for the door. ‘By the way,’ he added before leaving the room. ‘We printed the posters for tomorrow's presentation.’

You smiled at him, grateful. And as soon as he left and closed the door behind him, you hurried to put some clothes on.

You weren't an exhibitionist.

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Everyone loved hearing that you were awake and as grumpy as ever. But one of the boys was particularly lost in thought.

Lying on his bed with his legs propped up against the wall and his head hanging over the short side of the bed, Minjun was trying to sort through both his thoughts and his feelings.

The last few days had been a rollercoaster ride, and he felt… confused.

Especially about your relationship with Jinu.

He wanted to bite his nails, but remembered that he had gotten a manicure (with you) and decided to avoid doing it.

The day before, when he went out to run errands with Byeol, he had seen you, as radiant and full of energy as ever.

You reminded him of a little animal, so expressive and cheerful, but who would fight tooth and nail to defend yourself at the slightest provocation.

And just as he saw you, he also saw Jinu appear. He saw him lean towards you, so close to your face that he felt his hands burning, eager to push him away, and he clearly heard him say:

'You're beautiful when you blush.'

Mystery was absolutely certain that you hadn't heard him, because if you had, you would have thrown your drink at him and he would now have a black eye.

He also saw how he drank from your drink, how he looked at you, how he smiled at you. Something inside him twisted, as if he wanted to be in Jinu's place, with that confidence to talk to you and touch you without an excuse.

‘If you listen to that music at that volume, you're going to go deaf,’ he had added before leaving.

Mystery also saw him trip over his own feet while leaving you behind, although you hadn't noticed.

Next to him, Baby had tensed up like a cat about to pounce, and he knew that he hadn't liked what had just happened either. But neither of them said anything about it. They both kept their thoughts and opinions to themselves. They felt it would be less real if they didn't vocalise it.

But Mystery didn't know if that bothered him more, or seeing Jinu carry you home in his arms, unconscious, half-naked, your wet hair stuck to your face and cascading down your back, pale as a corpse. He didn't know what exactly bothered him about the scene: seeing you in that state, being aware that he should have trusted his instincts a little more, or that it was Jinu, the one who rejected you the most, both your intelligence and your company, who had saved your life. Or all of the above. Whatever it was, he didn't like feeling his chest so tight.

He didn't like feeling anything, in general, and even less so the emptiness that grew every time he felt you were far away, or sensed that you were upset.

He hadn't been lost in his thoughts for long when Byeol opened the door, entered the room and threw himself face first down on his bed.

Clearly, your accident had everyone on edge.

And to make matters worse, they were making their debut the next day.

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You hadn't slept much, but you had rested.

You had dreamed that you were falling into an endless void, and that strong arms were helping you and lifting you up. You had dreamed that someone was hugging you, and many voices were repeating your name softly, as if saying it too loudly might hurt you. You had dreamed of green eyes, cascades of icy water, and someone who smelled really good…

But when your alarm went off, you jumped out of bed.

The day of their debut had finally arrived.

You rushed to shower and get ready, and when you came out of the bathhouse with a towel wrapped around your wet hair, you were greeted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen.

‘Good morning,’ you said to Romance, who returned your greeting with a smile.

He was wearing an adorable pink lace apron and sipping coffee from a steaming mug.

'Are you feeling better?' he asked, carefully placing the mug on the table. It was a mug he had stolen (just before you gave him a lecture on how honourable demons don't steal) with “best dad in the world” written on it.

You nodded and licked your lips as he took a jar of jam out of the fridge and a couple of slices of bread out of the toaster just for you.

You loved breakfast. And you loved that Romance always made sure there was coffee, orange juice, cereal, and toast. You didn't know that Romance loved watching you eat breakfast, getting your face all messy, and licking your fingers just thinking about what to put on your toast every morning, and that was the only reason he made breakfast.

Shortly afterwards, Abby appeared, who must have just come back from the gym, smelling like pure sweaty armpits.

‘Ugh! Don't come into the kitchen when you smell like a sweaty monkey, Abby,’ Romance scolded him, throwing an apple at his head, which Abby skilfully caught.

‘I'm starving. I'll shower later, I promise.’

You wrinkled your nose and tried to focus on the smell of coffee and not on Abby.

‘By the way, manager,’ you were called. You had grown tired of correcting them and telling them not to call you that, so you let it go. ‘A girl gave me this in the gym, what is it? Is it rubbish?’ he said as he handed you a piece of paper.

‘Abby! It's a phone number! She even drew a heart at the end!’

'How was I supposed to know that?!'

'Humans know what a phone number is!!'

'And why did she give me a phone number?'

'Because it's not 'a' number, Abby, it's HER phone number. She gave it to you so you can call her.'

You slapped yourself in the face. For a heartbreaker, he was a bit clumsy.

Abby shrugged in response.

‘Well, I don't feel like calling her,’ he added with a pout.

Then Baby came in, practically throwing himself on the coffee pot, followed by Mystery, who usually only had a glass of juice or water and a couple of pieces of fruit for breakfast.

‘Jinu has gone out to hand out flyers for the debut,’ said Romance, getting everyone's attention. 'So as soon as you finish breakfast, we're leaving. Today we have to start with the “Steal the fans from the hunters” plan.'

When they were ready, you looked them over from head to toe, looking for any mistakes, anything to correct.

And the only one who hadn't changed their outfit against your judgement and orders was Baby.

Abby had somehow shrunk his floral shirt, which now looked like it was about to burst at any moment.

Mystery had ripped the sleeves off his jumper.

And Romance had painted hearts on the back pockets of his trousers (when you told him, he accused you of clearly looking at his ass, and Myst had to hold you back to stop you from biting his eyebrow.)

Although… wasn't that how you remembered it from the film? Whatever.

You sighed.

It's not like you could change it now, right? And it's not like the new look didn't suit them.

Myst approached you and, with a gesture, asked your permission to hold your hand. You just nodded with a smile.

He took your hand in one of his and wrapped his other arm around your waist. And with a “poof”, he teleported you both to the city centre, the place of the debut.

You split up to hand out flyers, and the scene from the film where the boys first met HUNTR/X kept replaying in your head. It was time to start plotting how to get their souls and will back.

When the agreed time came, the boys got into position. It was time to make their debut.

Everything was going according to plan.

But then, why, just a moment later, did you find yourself cornered against the wall, with the edge of Rumi's sword digging into your throat?

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Ch. 7

A/N: and I oop! What was that??? A cliffhanger attempt??? Next chapter is already in the oven guys, be patient! It's going to be a little tiny bit angsty, but not too much xD I hope you liked this one too!

And, NOW YOU KNOW WHAT JINU SAID!!!! 🤭 Omg they're all SO into you... helpless 🤭

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[dixonsbugaboo]

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.

ꜱᴀᴊᴀ ʙᴏʏꜱ🎵

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 5 - 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯

Summary: Reincarnated in the body of a demon from the last film you saw before you died, you have decided to change the script of the story in your favour. But you didn't count on your presence in the story changing everything.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, men, kind of a description of fainting, ooc (probably), cringe (surely), no proofread (oopsie)

Word count: 3200+

A/N: hey there! long time no see! I'm sorry, I got kinda busy and from now on it will take me some extra time to post :( (I have to look like a responsible adult, and as I started a new job I've got less free time to write). BUT I will definitely keep updating, don't worry about that! So, for my lovely and hungry readers, here you go, chapter 5!!

And again thank you for your comments, likes, reblogs and specially for those few who hit me in the directs, I love you guys! Let me know what do you think about how the story is going so far :)

ALSO: as some of you asked for, here is a reminder of the Saja Boys Korean names!

(Baby: Byeol / Abby: Sang / Romance: Dasom / Mystery: Minjun)

Ch. 4

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Every day you learn something new, right?

Well, that day you learned that the only way to keep the boys quiet, entertained, and pretending to be good people was to take them to a beauty salon. Which wasn't part of your plan, because you had never offered to take them to one before.

But since you were planning on going, and Romance had found out (and was apparently incapable of keeping a secret), now you were all going together as a happy family.

At first, the idea horrified you. It was exactly what you wanted to avoid. All you needed was a little time alone, relaxed, ALONE… but apparently that was impossible.

Your plan was to get your nails, maybe have a treatment to soften your skin… A gift from you to you.

Out of all the Saja Boys, the only one who hadn't insisted on accompanying you, and who had even argued that you deserved to make plans on your own, was Minjun. But, as the rest decided to turn a deaf ear, you decided that Minjun was the one who deserved to go the most (and the only one you would pay for whatever he wanted to do).

On the way there, you explained the possible treatments and services they could choose from. Abby had heard the term ‘laser hair removal’ and couldn't think of anything else (probably because of the word ‘laser’, because you knew he had no idea what 'hair removal' really involved), while Romance wanted a moisturising treatment on his face and hands to, according to him, rejuvenate himself by 200 years. Baby wasn't very interested in any of it, but he wouldn't say no to a massage, and neither would Jinu. Minjun, on the other hand, had decided that he wanted to do whatever you were going to do.

… so now you were sitting in a chair with your feet soaking and Minjun sitting silently in the chair next to you doing God knows what on his mobile phone.

At least you were at ease.

Across from Minjun was an elderly lady also getting a pedicure who kept glancing at the boy out of the corner of her eye.

"Excuse me, young man," she said suddenly, getting your attention and making him look up from his mobile phone and turn towards her. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

.... what

WHAT DID YOU SAY, MADAM?

Minjun slowly shook his head and turned his attention back to his mobile phone. You managed to see the screen for a split second and discovered that he was playing Subway Surfers.

"You see," continued the old woman, as if the demon hadn't just turned away and clearly given up on the conversation. "My granddaughter must be about your age and she's single too… and you're so handsome… would you like me to introduce you?"

This time, Minjun turned to you. He tilted his head to one side, and then you understood exactly what was going on: he had no idea how to respond to the gossipy old woman without being rude.

"He's gay," you replied bluntly. "He's my best gay friend. Please leave him alone. Not only is he gay, but he also has social anxiety," you said as you scribbled something in your notebook.

Minjun opened his mouth to complain, but seeing that the woman had turned redder than a strawberry and had decided not to get involved with them any further and to stop talking to them, he decided to let it go. You had already explained to him what little white lies were, and he understood perfectly that this situation must be one of them.

Because you knew he wasn't gay, right?

As soon as you both finished your pedicures, you moved on to the manicure: your favourite part. You chose a pastel shade to match what they would be wearing for their debut, and Minjun opted for a design with pastel pink and lilac nails, without any decorations.

You thought it was adorable how he watched the whole procedure in complete silence, his mouth slightly open. You had learned the hard way that there were no beauty salons in hell, so you were pretty sure Minjun had never seen a place like this before, neither experienced a cute manipedi.

While you were getting your manicures in silence, Baby had decided it was time to confront Jinu… in the massage room.

"I didn't know you and (Y/N) got along so well, Jinu," he began. His voice sounded slightly muffled as he lay face down on a massage table.

"That's because we don't," replied Jinu, lying on the table next to him.

The masseuses had left them to rest and let their skin absorb the oils used during the massage, so they were alone there.

"So, what were you doing with her on the street yesterday?" he asked, clenching his hands tightly. "It's not for nothing, but you looked like a couple."

Byeol didn't quite understand, or didn't want to understand, why it bothered him so much. But when he saw you on the street the previous afternoon, on his way back from shopping… and then he saw Jinu… something inside his chest tightened.

And he didn't like how he felt at all.

When he saw you, happy, listening to music and drinking something that looked like real junk, he had thought about crossing the street with Minjun and saying hello. After all, you were more than just partners, weren't you? You were his personal critic and proofreader.

But then, you bumped into Jinu… and…

Just thinking about it made his hands sweat.

How Jinu grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him. How he came close to you as if he was going to smash his face into yours. How he drank from your drink…

And how you stood there completely still, maybe even terrified.

If that was Jinu's way of teasing you, Byeol didn't find it funny at all. It wasn't the same when Dasom did it as when he did. It was completely different.

He felt Jinu tense up beside him.

"Nothing. We ran into each other by chance and I wanted to tease her a little. Nothing new, right?"

"Jinu…" Byeol had so many questions. He had so many things he wanted to say, but at the same time, he didn't dare to. "You should stop teasing her like that."

That comment hit Jinu like a bucket of cold water.

Why should he stop teasing her when everyone else did? Besides, it wasn't teasing in a mean way… just jokes. You did it too, back to them. Why was it wrong now?

"Tomorrow we'll become public figures, Jinu. And (Y/N) has explained to us a hundred times that we can't be seen in public with girls in that… way. It could cause a stir and ruin our reputation. I'm not going to let you throw away all the effort we've put in so far."

"But you know she doesn't count. She's our manager."

"No," Baby denied, rising slightly from the table to get a better look at Jinu, whose back was tense. "She's our producer. And rumours are rumours, Jinu. You should know that by now."

He got up from the table, holding the towel that covered him from the waist down tightly, and ruffling his hair in frustration, he left the room and headed for the dressing room.

He didn't want to argue with his friend, but he didn't want him to hurt you. You were his… friend? You were something. Something to him… and he didn't want you to get hurt. You were responsible, strong and independent, but no one is made of stone. And he was aware of how Jinu looked at you when you weren't paying attention… and he didn't like it.

He didn't like that it could change the course of the plan. It was a distraction.

He didn't like that he treated you like a toy, like a joke, even after spending so much time with you. He couldn't deny that teasing you was fun, but… he was starting to see that playing with you like that could end badly.

And he didn't want to lose you.

Abby limped out of the waxing salon. Although he had loved the futuristic glasses he had been given to wear during the laser treatment, from then on it had been a bit of a nightmare. At what point had he decided he wanted to have the damn laser done all over his body? Even the soles of his feet were stinging.

When he got to the reception area, only Baby and Romance were there. Jinu didn't take long to arrive, but instead of waiting for Mystery and you, he paid what he owed and left. He didn't look relaxed at all, if we are being honest.

Shortly after, Myst and you showed up. You were talking to him very animatedly and gesturing a lot to show off your new nails, and he just listened to you and nodded occasionally, his full attention on you.

To him, specially today, you looked extremely cute.

On the way back to the flat, the boys walked ahead, chatting animatedly about their experiences at the salon (and traumas, according to Abby), while you, lagging a little behind, checked the notifications on your mobile phone. You already had the website for the Saja Boys fanbase ready, a lightstick designed… all that was left was for tomorrow to arrive without too many ups and downs.

Which you should have known was asking too much.

"Excuse me," said a voice next to you that you didn't recognise.

When you looked up from your phone, you found yourself face to face with a stranger. He was young and quite handsome, but nothing compared to the five Greek gods you unfortunately lived with and who tested your patience every day.

"Do you need anything?"

"Yes," he said with a smirk, "your number."

Mentally, you short-circuited. What was this idiot thinking? You couldn't hit him, that was wrong… (even if it was the solution you had come up with for your problems with the Saja Boys).

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested right now…"

"Are you sure? I think we could… get along really well." He finished his remark with a wink and stood in front of you, abruptly blocking your way.

The boys realised something was going on when they saw you weren't walking behind them anymore, and their suspicions were confirmed when they saw the look of disgust on your face as some unknown guy was talking to you. Was he… hitting on you?

"Look…" you began, searching for a valid excuse. The two best ones were always that you were interested in women or that you already had a boyfriend. "I have a boyfriend… and…"

"And…?" asked the boy as he raised his hand towards your face.

Shit. You should have chosen the lesbian option.

Baby and Romance tensed up, ready to jump at his throat in your defence (he was clearly breaking the first rule), and Abby stepped forward with his fists clenched, ready to land a right hook on his jaw… but before the stranger could lay a hand on you, Mystery appeared at your side, quick as a flash, and stepped between you and the stranger, wrapping an arm protectively around your shoulders.

"Sorry, mate. But I AM her boyfriend, and I'd appreciate it if you left her alone."

The stalker's eyes widened when he saw him so close to you, hugging you without you doing anything to stop him.

"Oh," was all he said, slowly taking his hand away.

"I do not share, sorry" said Myst, hugging you a little harder.

Your heart was racing. Without using violence, defending yourself wasn't that easy as you thought… You were grateful to Myst for helping you, but standing there, so close to him, with his arm around you, holding you steady and safe (making you feel safe and sound even though you knew perfectly that he was indeed a DEMON)… you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, and you felt an overwhelming urge to hug him back.

He had never been so close to you, and he had done it to defend you from a jerk… (although you could have quickly settled the matter with a right hook to the jaw, Abby style). You were grateful.

Seeing that the stranger was still standing there, looking back and forth between the two of you, Mystery… barked at him. Like an angry dog.

Startled, the stranger turned and ran down the street, embarrassed and frightened, away from you.

You couldn't help but laugh as you patted him on the back.

"It's over, it's over," you said, "the bad guy's gone, shhh," you stroked his head to stop him from barking, growling and wriggling "good boy, good boy. You deserve a treat."

"Hey, I want some love on my hair too!" Abby shouted with her arms crossed. "And I want a treat too!"

You gave them a smile. A sincere one.

Even though they drove you crazy… even though they were ruthless little devils… they were all you had in this new life. And you were grateful for that.

"You know what? Let's finish relaxing in the best place in the world, the bathhouse! A treat for all of us!"

You had to explain what a bathhouse was and why they were so amazing… and you also had to make it very clear that you would have to bathe separately, and that they had to behave while you weren't watching them. You made them swear that under no circumstances would they enter the women's bathhouse. Not to snoop around, not to steal souls, not to look for potential fans, not for any excuse they could come up with.

You left Baby in charge, because you trusted him to be the one who could most easily keep the rest under control.

"By the way, guys, where's Jinu?"

Baby shrugged, briefly recalling their conversation.

"He took off, who knows where," said Romance.

"But… can we go to the bathhouse without him? We don't even know if he'll be back," added Abby playing with his fingers.

You nodded with a smile.

"Sure, let's go."

As you entered the women's bathhouse, your hair tied up and wrapped in a towel, your torso covered by another, you instantly relaxed. The warmth, the scent of essential oils… That was probably one of the things you missed most about the human world.

You cleansed yourself, washing away the sweat of the day, and then proceeded to step into a bath when…

…why did those two girls sound so familiar?

Your heart sank and your head began to spin as you tried to understand where you had gone wrong.

This couldn't be happening.

Mira and Zoey were up to their necks in one of the bathtubs, talking in low voices about how disastrous Golden's presentation had been because Rumi had left. They were worried about her, they didn't know where she had gone… but what were they doing there?

Then you understood.

Since Rumi was the main character, you never knew what Zoey and Mira had been doing since Rumi disappeared until she returned to the HUNTR/X tower. And how lucky you were to discover that they had decided to go relax in the baths… the same ones you had decided to go to.

You looked down at your arms, where some of your patterns glistened from time to time. It was imposible to hide them.

Right there, with them, you were like a walking target. It wouldn't be difficult for them to recognise you as a demon (because technically you were one), you wouldn't have time to explain yourself (and you didn't really know how to), and as much as you liked to solve things with violence, you weren't the one to defend them. They were too strong for you. You turned away discreetly, trying to avoid them at all costs. You didn't know when they would come out, so running to the changing room was out of the question…

If only your demonic power was as strong as the boys' and you could teleport…

Suddenly, you had a revolutionary idea. A good way to hide was to use steam. And what better place for that than the sauna? Even if they came in, it would be difficult for them to make out your patterns in all the steam… so you decided to get into the sauna, even if it was just to stall for time until they left the bathhouse.

You were dying to talk to them, but it wasn't the right time or place. And you didn't want to end up dead (again) because of something as silly as making new friends.

So you opened the sauna door and decided that, even if you had to wait for them to leave before you could take a bath, at least you could relax in the humid heat…

The minutes passed, and you couldn't tell if they were still in the bathhouse or had already left. The temperature in the room rose, and you sweated more and more. A couple of stray strands of hair that had escaped from your towel now stuck to your face, the back of your neck and your back. You tried to take a deep breath, to calm down and think.

You were afraid to go out and run into them.

You were afraid of screwing up in such a stupid way after all your effort… besides, you weren't ready to abandon the Saja Boys like this. You hadn't solved anything yet, damn it. You hadn't changed anything yet. You needed time.

You just had to hold on a little longer. You tried to control your breathing and your heartbeat, which was slowing down. Dangerously.

A little longer… just a little longer…

Your head was starting to hurt from the heat and dehydration. Black spots swirled around the edges of your vision, clouding your sight slightly.

Just a little longer…

When you get out, you'd dive into the bath, drink two litres of water… Cold, cold water...

But if you held on a little longer… would you be able to stand up? To walk to the exit?

You threw your head back, trying to find the air that was missing from your lungs. Everything was burning. You were very hot, thirsty, tired… your vision began to blur. Your head was spinning…

You couldn't faint. If you fainted and HUNTR/X was still there, you'd be finished. And it would all have been for nothing.

You tried to rub your eyes with your hands, but you were starting to lose the strength to lift them.

You had to get out of there.

Right now.

If you didn't, the result would be the same as if Zoey or Mira saw your patterns.

How long had you been in there?

You had been there too long… too long…

Your head was spinning round and round and round…

Everything became blurry… and slowly your vision darkened.

You tried to get up, but your body tilted to one side, falling onto the bench, as you lost consciousness.

That had clearly been a terrible idea.

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Ch. 6

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A Little Bit Is Never Enough, I Want It All!

FratBoy Ryusui Nanami x GN Reader x Nerd Senku Ishigami

Previous Chapter Chapter 3: The Perfect Titration with a 1 Billion % Error. Chapter Summary:  What are the chances that the stranger who walked you back to your dorm happens to be the TA for your chemistry lab? Even more so, what are the chances that your lab group will start a fire during a titration lab? What will Senku, the lab TA, do?

You were beyond tired. Your alarm is blaring in the background, ringing painfully in your ears as you try to wake your body. Bones and joints popping as you stretch. Your mouth feels dry, and you can feel the heavy drag of your eyelids as you try to open your eyes. Your vision is blurred as you try to feel for your phone to turn off the alarm. Your fingers clumsily tapping against the screen, in hopes that the blind taps will turn off the alarm. You sit up on your bed, slowly trying to blink away the sleep as your brain tries to catch up to the fact that you are no longer sleeping.

You didn’t even have any alcohol to drink, yet your body and mind move as if you had. Your mind begins to wander how Ryusui is doing — you can’t even imagine the amount of alcohol he consumed after you left the party — the cruel self-induced hangover waiting for him. The thought of him bailing on your morning meetings flashes in your mind, but you shake it off — he promised.

 Even so, with a deep groan, you leave the comfort of your bed and start getting ready for the long day ahead. 

              ‘Are you running late?’ - 7:15 A.M

Your fingers twitch nervously over the keyboard- your attention flickering between the message you sent Ryusui and the students walking past the bench where you were sitting, desperately hoping it was Ryusui approaching. You’ve been waiting for over ten minutes- a minute longer with no reply from him- every passing second further fueling the pessimistic voice in your mind.  Your teeth tug at your lower lip as you debate whether to leave or wait a bit longer.

How long are you going to wait for him?

Your fingers frantically type out another message- cursing yourself for being foolish- of course, Ryusui wasn’t going to show. Probably passed out in a frat house to sleep off the hangover, ignoring all responsibilities. As your fingers hover over the send button, contemplating whether you should wait, a vaguely familiar voice interrupts your spiral.

“You look like shit.”

You snap your attention to who you hoped was Ryusui, but instead it was Senku, the stranger who walked you home last night. He’s standing before you with tired eyes matching yours and an energy drink in one hand- no doubt from the many he purchased the night before.

“You look like shit squared.” You attempt to joke back, a poor joke, unsure if it will land- that is, until you hear a chuckle from Senku.

“That was so lame.” Senku laughs as he takes a seat in the empty spot beside you, making sure he leaves enough space between the two of you. “What are you doing up so early?” he asks you, snapping the top of the energy drink open.

“I’m waiting for a friend,” you spill to him, not realizing your tone reveals a layer of disappointment you’ve been trying to bury and hide. “I don’t think he’s going to show. Probably experiencing his first hangover.”

Senku hums, acknowledging your words. He thinks about what to say. He’s never been fond of drama, opting to stay far from it, but he can’t help but feel pity for you- he’s been there before.  

This is the second encounter he’s had with you, and it’s just as the first- alone, except for the lack of crying this time.  He takes a long sip of his drink. Maybe you need a push- he thinks.  “Is this friend the reason you were walking alone at night?”

You hesitate to answer, toying with the ring on your finger as you consider your response.

“No?” Your voice is unsure, your answer comes out as a question, which earns you a puzzled look from Senku, prompting you to elaborate further. “I mean, he would’ve walked me home if I asked, but I didn’t want to ruin his fun.”

“Sure,” Senku answers in a flat tone. He finishes the last of his drink before glancing down at his watch. “Don’t you have a class to get to, or do you like to be kept waiting?”

His question hits a nerve - you glance down at your phone, checking the time: 7:39 A.M.

“I have a class at 8, it’s a lab…” You glance at the message you sent to Ryusui—no response.

“Do you need me to walk there with you?” Senku asks, his hands in his hoodie as he waits in front of you, looking at you as if he were testing something, watching how you would react.  

Before you can answer for yourself, your phone pings with a message sent by Ryusui- answering Senku’s question for you.

              ‘SORRY’               ‘OMW’ -7:40 A.M.

“I’m going to wait a bit longer.” You send Senku a shy smile, which he doesn’t reciprocate. No, he looks at you as if disappointed by your choice to stay.

“If it’s a lab class, you’re going to want to get there early.” He advises you. He’s been a TA for the chemistry lab for three semesters now, and he’s seen it all. “Get there last, and you’ll end up with a bunch that doesn’t know what they’re doing.”

You bite your lip, nervously contemplating, and just as before, Ryusui answers for you.

              ‘Wait for me’

At times when you should watch out for yourself and put yourself first in your friendship, you don’t. Those feelings that lay dormant in your brain crawl out selfishly to please him.

Wasting all of our time again.

“I think I’ll be fine,” you tell Senku. Senku knows it’s not fine—he can see the worry in your eyes and the way your fingers fidget with your ring—he notices, but doesn’t say anything about it.

“Have it your way.” He stands up from the seat beside you and readjusts the bag on his shoulder. “Guess I’ll be seeing you around.”

“I guess so.”

You watch as Senku walks away, and once again, you’re left waiting all alone.  

All you do is wait for him.

 Whether it’s from impatience or anxiety, your foot taps against the ground rapidly as you watch the time on your phone.

7:50 A.M

The tapping of your foot increases as you frantically type on your phone, worried that you will be more than just late for your class. Just as you are about to hit send, you hear heavy panting coming towards you- it’s Ryusui.

He’s jogging up to where you are sitting, and he’s towering over you, his hands on either side of you, as he attempts to catch his breath. Your eyes run over him. He looks like he jolted up from bed, putting his shoes on before he dashed out the door. His hair was a mess, tangled and pointing in all directions. Sweat drips down his chest, no shirt hiding his well-sculpted torso, pairing perfectly with the obnoxious gold chain hanging from his neck. Your nose scrunches at the smell invading your nose—a mix of his musk and alcohol.

“You’re late,” you tell Ryusui, as much as you wanted to sound upset at him, it comes out weak and shaky- angry at yourself for putting up with his tardiness. “I’m going to be late…”

“I know, I know, I know,” Ryusui repeats, flopping down to the empty seat beside you, tilting his head back as he rests on your shoulder. He grabs onto your hand, lifting it and pressing the back of your palm against his forehead, groaning as if he were dying- the throbbing pain in his head comes creeping back. “Give it to me straight, am I going to make it, doctor?” He asks with a cheesy smile.

Your uneasy expression flickers until a soft smile replaces it. The cheesy grin reminds you of the childish Ryusui you grew up with, always unserious despite the family name he bears. You could never stay mad at Ryusui for long, not when he uses his charm against you. Not when your heart aches and yearns for him even after years of nothing evolving beyond friendship.

“Hmmm~” you hum as you feel the heat from him transfer to your palm, slowly moving your palm to the side of his neck, pressing two fingers lightly against the skin. “Based on my non-existent medical degree, only a true love’s kiss can save you.” Playing along with his antics.

You make a move to pull back your hand, but Ryusui grabs your wrist, stopping you from leaving him. “Are you going to kiss it better?” Ryusui coos, his eyes flickering between your dilated pupils and lips- you notice it, a blush creeping onto your face. Your mouth opens and shuts, failing to find the words you’re desperately searching for.

“I-it,” Your mouth opens and shuts, failing to find words, stuttering as you’re desperately searching for what to say. “It- you will only spread the infection to me.”

Ryusui lets go of your wrist, pouting at you. “You wouldn’t even kiss me if it saved my life,” Ryusui whines, clutching his chest — you don’t budge. Ryusui notices you glancing at your phone again — the sparkle from your ring flashing him, reminding him of something he wanted to ask you — a selfish question, one that he doesn’t get the chance to ask. ‘Where did you go last night?’

“Ryusui, I have to go.” There’s urgency in your voice as you get up, frantically looking at your phone and back at him. You were late, and every second you waited, the worse it was going to be.  

“I have nothing going on today after my classes,” Ryusui says, holding onto your hand, stopping you from rushing off. “Wanna explore what this tiny college town has to offer?”

Exploring the college town with Ryusui? It wasn’t a bad idea. If anything, it was more of your pace—just you and him. “I’ll do whatever you want, as long as you’re with me.”

“A promise is a promise.”

Senku hated being a TA. If he had a choice, he wouldn’t have even signed up for it. He wouldn't have done it for three semesters in a row, especially for the freshman class. It was just going to be another long, agonizing semester's worth of students' questions that should have gotten them kicked out of the lab. Another semester of resisting the urge to bang his head against the counters when he sees another student without their safety goggles on. Still, he needs those letters of recommendation from the Chemistry department — he needs to kiss up to every faculty member there. He needs to build a reputation for himself — his research and academic standing weren’t enough.

Senku’s eyes scan the crowd of students entering the lab, noticing the same patterns each semester. There’s always a system—every semester, students obsessed with their GPA rush to the tables near the TAs. Those he suspects of flunking or dropping tend to choose seats at the back of the lab, out of sight from prying eyes. This year was no different. Sometimes he wishes it were, maybe then he could be entertained by the slackers and their antics and not have to deal with the kiss-ups who ask question after question.

Senku ignores the hundreds of curious eyes watching him, keeping his focus on the pencil he’s tapping on the lab table out of boredom. He knows why the attention is on him — he’s the head of the lab TAs, and everyone is waiting for him to start the class — but Senku waits instead. His eyes flicker away from the pencil for a second, scanning the few empty seats in the lab — latecomers who got lost looking for the lab.

His mind drifts back to his first day. Everything that could go wrong for him did. Painful memories that he wishes would stop haunting him keep resurfacing. Alarms that never went off, causing him to arrive late to his classes. Difficulty finding the classrooms to the point of even entering the wrong room. Worst of all, what ruined his first semester—his first year—was showing up late to lab and being stuck with a group with no ambition. While other groups struggled together, he struggled alone.

Senku shakes the horrible memories from his mind, glancing at the time on his watch. It's ten minutes past the start of class. He was being overly gracious with the time he spent waiting for anyone who might be experiencing the predicament he had experienced a long time ago. Senku stands up from his seat, and the chatter among the students instantly silences.

 Senku has always disliked giving introductions. In his mind, they’re pointless because no one truly cares about his personal life—the random facts he’s forced to share to follow a social norm he despises. No one even listens to the parts that matter, the crucial information he ends up repeating over and over until the semester ends.

“The name is Senku Ishigami. I am one of the three TAs in charge of this lab section.” His words are monotone, void of personality, stating rather than sharing. He announces useless information about himself, including his major, year in school, hometown, and hobbies. Then he gets to the information that everyone should listen to, but don’t. “Our office hours are listed in the syllabus and can be found in the lab module. If you’re having trouble finding it, please ask around. There’s a billion percent chance that someone in here knows it.”

Senku pauses, waiting to see if anyone, for any reason, has questions about his introduction, but all he hears are hushed whispers. Senku steps back, nodding to one of the other TAs to introduce themselves. His eyes stay on the lab floor, the introductions lost to his ears, waiting for them to finish so the lab can get started.

As the last TA begins their introduction, Senku hears the lab door open. The hinges on the door squeal loudly as it opens, interrupting the introductions and drawing attention to the latecomer.

You walk in, panting heavily from the jog that you forced on yourself, despite your disheveled appearance, Senku recognizes you right away.

“You’re late.” He tells you, with an emotion you can’t quite discern.

“Sorry.” Your apology sounds weak as you’re still catching your breath. Surprised to have crossed paths with Senku again so soon. Even more, you're shocked that Senku is your lab TA. He notices your eyes darting around the lab, searching for an empty seat.

“Lab groups are groups of four. There are open spots in the back,” he speaks to you in the same bored and indifferent tone he introduced himself to the class, different from the interactions you had with him. He watches as you thank him in a hurried tone, rushing to the back, shaking under the many nosy eyes of your peers.

As you settle down with the first open group you see, the last TA finishes their introduction, giving back the attention to Senku. Senku goes over the details of the lab. Knowing that the objective of the lab would fall on uncaring ears.

“…and due before the start of the next lab is your lab report. I will not repeat this, so listen up. Please ensure that you record both your initial volume and final volume of the titrant. You’re going to need this information when answering questions in the lab report. And with that, you can begin the lab.”

As soon as he finishes his spiel, the chatter among the groups picks up, and Senku leaves everyone to their own devices, knowing that eventually there will be groups that will ask for his help.

The titration lab typically takes between one and one and a half hours to complete, which is more than enough time for a three-hour lab block. Yet there were only fifteen minutes left in the lab, and you were the only one left. The rest of the lab groups had already completed their experiments and were dismissed.

Senku had already dismissed the other TAs when you were the only person still trying to complete a titration. Senku usually advises working within your group to speed up the process, but in your unfortunate case, it was your group that slowed you down. Mistake after mistake, the size of your group slowly dwindled until you were the only one left.

The first mistake was a near miracle that he was about to catch it before panic spread throughout the lab—maybe not a pure miracle, but more like Senku couldn’t help but be curious about what kind of group you ended up being after ignoring his very helpful advice.

It had been only twenty minutes since he let go of the reins, and the class started their lab. His eyes roamed the classroom, gauging the pace of the class. From what he could tell, everything seemed to be moving as expected. From what he could see, everyone appeared to have prepared the analyte solution and was now working on setting up the titration.

There was no logical reason for Senku's curious eyes to wander to your lab group, but they did. Luckily for him, you weren’t too far in the back, so he could keep an eye on you. But once he sees the lack of analyte prepared, he wishes he hadn’t seen you. He pitied you. However, he did warn you - come in late, and you’re stuck with the short end of the stick.

He can hear the members within your group bickering with each other while you stand behind them as they fight over who should prepare the solution. You were the only one in the group with goggles covering your eyes and gloves on your hands.

Senku normally doesn’t walk around the lab to oversee everyone, but he can’t help the nosy side of him from showing. He gets up from his seat in the front of the lab and begins to walk around, lingering over your group.

“I said, let me do it. I have retaken this lab twice now. I know what I’m doing,” a member in your group argues. What might’ve sounded like a convincing argument in their head wasn’t as reassuring to those in your group. 

Senku has seen just about every mistake or error someone can make in a lab, at least he thought he had. He doubts himself, thinking it might be his imagination. He does a double-take — one second it’s there, and the next it’s gone. But from your group’s reactions, there was definitely fire. He looks around the lab and notices that nobody but him has seen the small flame from your group.

The fire was more than sufficient to kick your entire group out of the lab, not to mention the lack of protection. Perhaps it was your presence, but he decides to be merciful —except for the idiot who caused the fire.

“Move.” His voice is assertive, his actions deliberate as he turns off the hot plate, removing the analyte from the heat. He takes the solution to the waste beaker and brings it back to your group. “Goggles and gloves now.” He speaks as if scolding a child.

The members of your group scramble, except for the one who started the fire. He doesn’t get far when Senku pulls him by the collar of his lab coat. “This is your third time taking this lab, right?”

The student hesitantly nods their head at Senku’s question. “Well, this is your last time because I’m kicking you out of this lab.” The student tries to argue, but Senku quickly dismisses them. “Out.”

You watch wide-eyed at Senku’s display of leadership, not once wavering, even when the student shouts curses as they leave the lab. The rest of your lab group quickly moves to your side, tense and cautious now that they've gotten Senku’s attention. “If I catch anyone without their goggles and gloves, I’ll be kicking you out of the lab.”

As his final warning, Senku leaves your group alone once more but keeps a close eye out for any other mishaps your group might cause.

The second mistake was the one that wasted valuable time for your group. At this point, Senku hadn’t noticed that your group had nearly emptied the titrant from the burette, a slow and painstaking long mistake. The analyte in the flask was almost filled to the brim with solution and had yet to turn pink until you awkwardly asked for his help. Senku already knew what mistake your group made when you described the situation to him, and with a single sentence, your group understood as well.

“Did you add the indicator to the analyte?”

Frustrated and embarrassed, the group member who had taken charge of this lab run removed their lab coat and goggles and exited the lab. “Fuck this shit, I’m done.”

The third mistake was entirely egotistical. You had taken charge of every part of the lab until the point of the drip. The remaining group member who hadn’t left or been kicked out had demanded control of the stopcock. Their reasoning?

“I got steady hands.”

Senku let out a deep sigh filled with disappointment when he watched you step back from the setup and let your partner attempt to finish off the experiment.

Everything seemed to be going well until the analyte finally turned a light pink. It was the color you were waiting for after two failed attempts, and what was supposed to be the perfect titration quickly became another failed attempt. Your partner with ‘steady hands’ turned the stopcock the wrong way. Instead of turning the stopcock to shut off the flow of the titrant, they turned it so that the titrant poured rapidly into the analyte, changing the light pink to a dark magenta.

Senku could see the frustration in your eyes, your fingers fidgeting again as you try to find the words to say. He can see you trying to reassure your partner that it was fine, that you could redo the experiment and still have plenty of time left over, but he can see the blank expression on your partner's face- they didn’t care. Your partner doesn’t apologize; the only words he gives you are, “I’m dropping out.”

And now, here you were on your fourth attempt at the perfect titration, with Senku sitting on the lab chair beside you, observing you yet amused.

“I think you’re the only group that has taken this long to complete a titration lab,” Senku snickers as he watches you resting your chin on the lab table, eyes focused on each drip that falls into the analyte. “And the only group that had three dropouts within the first day...”

“That’s just my bad luck following me around.” You mumble.

“Or just the consequences of your poor choices.” His words sink into your mind- a quiet 'maybe' slipping past your lips.

It’s quiet except for the small drip that echoes softly throughout the lab until you lean back in the lab chair, stretching with a soft groan. The bottom of your shirt rises, exposing your skin to Senku, and he doesn’t realize he was staring until your words cut through.

“Did you hear me?” you ask, waving your hand at his face. Senku shakes his head, muttering a quick no. “I asked what I missed at the beginning of the lab.”

“Just my introduction—useless information about myself.” Senku dismisses his words, pushing them aside, but you lean attentively toward him.

“Like what?” you ask, shifting your eyes away from the titration to his.

“You don’t have to pretend to care.” He tries to push you away with his words, but you don’t budge.

“I do care.” You protest, and before you can nudge more words from him, your analyte turned a light pink.  “I did it!” you cheer, your smile contagious as you look back at Senku.

“Only took you four attempts.” Senku snickers as he holds up your product—the faintest of pink swirling inside the beaker. “But it’s got to be the most beautiful titration I’ve seen.” Before more praise can slip through his lips, he hears you curse under your breath.

Senku looks away from the beaker and notices your demeanor has changed. Your bright smile turned into a stoic expression, lips slightly turned downward into a slight frown. Your eyes didn’t sparkle with joy, staring blankly at your lab notebook. He walks over and glances at your lab notebook. It takes him a second before he notices your big mistake.

“You didn’t write the initial volume…”

“Yup.” You groan as you press your face against the cool surface of the lab table. He watches you scribble down a random number in your notebook, calculating the percentage of error in his head until he bursts out laughing. “That means you have a billion percent error.” His words draw a deep sigh from you.

Senku knows he shouldn’t —it wouldn’t be fair to the other students —but he gently pulls your notebook away from you, taking your pencil away from your fingertips. The words he says out loud contradict what he writes in your lab notebook.

“I’m a TA, I can’t give out answers, but I’m here to guide you in your journey of learning.” His voice trembles slightly as he does something he knows he shouldn’t—reciting the words in the job description that outline his responsibilities, the very ones he is currently breaking for you. He moves the pencil against the blank space you left, writing a range of acceptable values for your initial amount, all of which would produce an error percentage lower than that of the other students.

He hands you back your belongings, and you stare at him wide-eyed as you realize what he did for you.

“I’ll clean up, you can start heading to your next class.” He looks away from you, hands shaky, as he starts to disassemble your setup. He expects you to run away; you have all you need, but you don’t —you linger behind him.

“You never told me your introduction.”

He stops whatever he was doing, looks at you, and your eyes are waiting patiently for him to answer you. He tries to push you away again.  “If you really want to know, you can attend my office hours and I’ll tell you then.”

“What are your office hours?”

“If you have gotten here on time, you would know where to find them.” He teases. Words that usually would carry a tone of annoyance are void of it. And just as before, he makes an exception for you. “They’re from 6:30-7:30 A.M.”

“What? What kind of office hours are those?” you gasp, which makes Senku laugh.

“The type that was designed to keep students from coming.” He snickers as he watches your face fall into an exasperated look.

“Well…I guess you’ll be seeing me at your office hours.” You say this with determination, oblivious to how your words sound, unaware that you are walking a fine line between friendly and flirty, catching Senku off guard- wondering if it’s intentional. “So that I can know more about you.”

Senku snaps his attention back to the flask in his hand, avoiding your gaze. "Damn, you’re irritating.”

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A/n: AHHH! I'm such a liar. I was initially going to have some ANGST! in this chapter, but then at some point I got stuck and realized the pace was moving too fast if I included it in this chapter.

I also wanted to focus on developing the relationship between Senku and Reader, and not so much on Ryusui, in this chapter. Unless I change my mind again, next chapter will be all angst and centered around Ryusui and his relationship with reader.

Possible special appearance from Moz, Tsukasa, and Hyoga? :0

I will also be posting an update regarding my blog later today! So keep an eye out!

LOVE YALL!

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A Little Bit Is Never Enough, I Want It All!

Fratboy Ryusui Nanami x GN Reader X Nerd Senku Ishigami

Previous Chapter

Chapter 2: I’m Anxious and Nothing Can Help

Synopsis: Alcohol, weed, and soon-to-be empty promises. What a great way to start your first day in college.

“Why are you even majoring in science?” Ryusui asks in disbelief. He doesn’t understand why you chose something so obscure- a major that doesn’t correlate to the success of your family business. “Why not switch to business like me?” 

“Business majors get clowned on for how easy their major is…” You mutter as you search for a gap in your schedule that aligns with his. “…besides, I’m not a fan of eating crayons.”

“Haven’t even attended my first class and I’m already getting clowned on…” Ryusui mocks being hurt by your joke. He falls dramatically onto your lap, his head resting on your thighs, and snatches his schedule back from you. “…you should try the green crayon, my personal favorite.”

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” You deadpan. Ryusui sends you a crooked smile, leaving his answer as a mystery.

“Sooooo?” Ryusui sings, his fingers playing with yours. You allow yourself to succumb to the calming effect of his touch. You can feel him spreading your fingers apart, rubbing his thumb against your palm, and even toying with the ring on your finger—his mark on you. “Do I get to see you during my day?”

“… Are you willing to get up at 7 am to see me?” you ask shyly. Ryusui lets out a dramatic groan, flailing his arms. He burrows his face further into your lap, his nose digging into your stomach.

“I guess…anything for you.” He mumbles.

“We can also see each other after our last classes in the afternoon, but depending on whatever frat and club activities you've got going on, we would have to schedule those in advance.”

“Ugh!” Ryusui groans. He doesn’t like the idea of seeing you less; he’s not used to it, and he doesn't want to get used to it. “How much money do I have to pay you to switch majors?”

“You can’t change my mind.” Your voice is weak as you say it. The reality of your misaligned schedules dawns on you. If Ryusui stays committed to waking up early, despite the predicted hangovers you expect him to have and the all-nighters he’ll pull due to his poor planning, even then, your time with him will be limited.

“What about the weekends?” Ryusui asks, and he perks up at his idea. His eyes shimmered brightly at you.

“Weekends work.” The words slip out unconfidently. You’re apprehensive about the idea; you don’t want to get your hopes up. It isn’t that you didn’t account for weekends, but you didn’t plan for them. You know Ryusui better than he knows himself, and you know he’ll likely find himself partying on the weekends. And then there’s you, doing the opposite of what Ryusui does.  You’ll likely spend your time studying.

“Are you scared…” He asks in a solemn tone, his usual playful tone is gone.

“Of what?” you ask. You were scared of many things, Ryusui being the root of many. But that was something you could never tell him, you don’t want another weight for him to feel burdened with. You don’t think you’ll ever tell him of the fear of losing him.

You have a vague sense of what he’s asking about, but you’ll never know for sure. He remains silent, and so do you. His gaze is vulnerable; it’s unusual for him. Loud, rambunctious, prideful, and greedy, those were the words you’ll use to describe him. Not vulnerable.

He’s staring at you softly, despite his furrowed brows. You can feel your heart quicken. He’s searching for something in your expression. You don’t know what. You want to escape, but you can’t. He’s still resting on your lap, but you can feel him shifting. The position he puts himself in is awkward; it looks uncomfortable, but even so, it has you leaning back, shifting your weight on your arms. He’s leaning closer to you, and you don’t know how much further you can lean back before you're flat on your back with him hovering over you. You’ve always been close with him, but this felt different. It’s as if he’s trying to tell you something without needing words.

“UGH!” A voice shouts, disgusted. “It’s fucking move in day and y’all already fucking!”

It’s almost comical how you send Ryusui flying off the twin bed and onto the floor.

“NO IT’S NOT LIKE THAT!” You’re frantically waving your hands around. You wanted to make a good impression on your dorm room partner, but your luck is sparse. “He’s just a friend!”

Ryusui doesn’t know what stings more. The sharp sting of the floor pressed against his face, or your choice of words.

Just a friend…

“Coffee?”

At the sound of his voice, you snap your attention towards Ryusui. You’ve been waiting for him for the past few minutes, watching other students walk around campus.  The morning autumn air wasn’t freezing, but it sure wasn’t warm. You watch as he takes the open seat beside you on the bench. He shoves the cup of coffee in your direction, his fingers brushing against yours as you take the cup from his hands.

“Thank you.” The warmth of the cup warms your freezing hands. You take a sip of the drink, and the taste is bitter. With your nerves, you can feel the caffeine further fueling the rapid beating of your heart. You take small sips from it, not having the stomach to drink it all, not when you’re filled with a sick feeling of dread.

“Don’t like it?” he asks, gulping down the last bit of his coffee.

“No, it’s not that…” Your voice is wavering. “It just feels like my heart is going to jump out of my chest.”

“Nervous?” His voice is groggy. You can see him trying to blink away the sleep in his eyes. You nod your head up and down at his question, “I have to get used to seeing less of your greedy face.”

“Don’t get too used to it.” His voice is low and raspy, unhappy at the thought of seeing you less. His shoulder brushes against you, his gaze concentrated on the rising sun. You hear him yawn before he shifts beside you on the bench, resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“Sleepy?” you ask, trying to push down the feeling of guilt that keeps arising. 

“Just need more coffee…” he mumbles. You can feel his fingers finding yours, gently prying the cup from your hands. He pulls away from you, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip right where your lips were seconds prior.

You watch as he downs the cup of coffee- a small amount escapes from his lips and trails down the side of his mouth. Instinctively, after years of being friends, you reach out with your thumb and wipe away the droplet. An action that never felt intimate until now. His hand grips your wrist, moving your thumb toward his lips. You don’t understand the sensation that runs through you at the feeling of his tongue licking the trace of coffee.

“Down to the very last drop.” He mutters against your fingertips.

“You need more sleep.” You scold him, yanking your hand away from his hold. You turn away in a futile attempt to hide the blush creeping onto your skin.

“Nah! If I sleep, that means less time with you! I won’t have it!” The grogginess in his voice is fading, slowly revealing the obnoxiously loud tone. “How much time until your first class?”

You glance down at your phone.

7:45 am.

“I should be heading out now…it’s like a ten-minute walk.”

“Switch majors! Name your price!” Ryusui tries to persuade you once again- a poor attempt to keep you by his side. Unsurprisingly, you decline his offer once again.

It feels weird to leave him. Even stranger not to have his hand holding yours. But it was something you had to get used to for the next few months until the next semester comes peeking around the corner. Maybe then you’ll be fortunate enough to see Ryusui more.

You’re not even inside the room, and your first class is already a nightmare. Your heart is pounding rapidly as you near the room that you believe is the one you're searching for. It’s hard to tell when there’s a badly formed line surrounding the entrance of the auditorium. You’re trying to find a spot to stand without getting in the way of others.

You feel out of place. Your eyes dart around the hall, and it feels like everyone already knows each other. And for the few that stand alone, it doesn’t look like they are open to talking to others, with earbuds covering their ears and their face burrowed in their phone. Nervously, you glance down at your phone, anxiously waiting for the doors to let you in.

You feel like throwing up.

7:59 AM

The moment the doors open, there's a stampede. You don’t have a choice; you feel yourself shoved against the other students as they rush to the room. Your first class is general chemistry, a course many majors tend to have as a prerequisite, explaining the need for an auditorium-sized classroom. You don’t have time to think when you’re still being pushed forward. You take the first open seat you see.

Not even 15 minutes can pass before you think about Ryusui. If he were here, you would not doubt that he would be pushing his way to be the first to enter the room—the first to claim the seat in the auditorium that he insists is the best. Ryusui was a man with no shame, claiming whatever he wanted. But you weren’t him. With your luck, you got a seat near the back of a ridiculously large auditorium.

The words on the projector are blurry due to the professor's poor choice of font size. Even if you tried to follow along with his lecture, you could barely hear it. You physically cringe when their microphone gives off weird feedback.

The rest of your classes followed the same pattern. It felt as if everyone was pushing and tossing you around. After three back-to-back classes, you finally have a moment of peace—a chance to collect your thoughts. You’re scrolling through the spam of text notifications Ryusui sent you while you were in your classes. Various selfies of him in his classes. The most notable was the most recent one he sent. It’s him posing with a green crayon between his teeth, captioned:

              ‘Got invited to a party tonight? You in?’

It’s okay to say no—you remind yourself. Ryusui wouldn’t pressure you into doing anything you didn’t want to, but a pessimistic thought lingers.

What if this was the start of your friendship drifting apart?

Your mind won’t stop thinking you'll lose him. What if this is the last chance to hold onto him? The last time you’ll be at his side? You text back.

              ‘Sure’

If there was an opportunity to have his hand in yours for a while longer, even for a day more, you were going to take it. Maybe you just needed to put yourself out there more. Perhaps you’ll surprise yourself and end up being a partygoer….

Or maybe not….-You think to yourself.

You don’t know how you got separated from Ryusui. One second, you were entering the party with Ryusui’s hand in yours, and the next, you’re in a corner by yourself with a cat on your lap. You don’t even know where the cat came from- maybe it sensed your distress.  

I look like a loser-You think to yourself.

The house is packed with bodies pressing against each other - surely there must be some maximum capacity, not that you knew what it was, but you were sure the limit had been passed. The music is turned up so loud that you have a feeling that you are going to leave with some form of tinnitus. It didn’t help that the music was like a domino effect for even more noise. Blasting loudly, causing others to shout to each other to carry on their conversation.

Slowly but surely, everything begins to overstimulate you—the blaring music. The smell of alcohol mixed with what you assume is weed and cotton candy flavor vape overwhelms your nose. Your insecure thoughts are plaguing your mind…

You glance down at your phone, hoping that Ryusui has finally had a chance to check his phone and see the messages you sent him nearly twenty minutes ago.

              Ryusui, I lost you! - 12:08 a.m.

              Where are you?- 12:43 a.m

              I think I’m going to head out- 12:58 am.

You stand up from your small corner, apologizing profusely to the cat that is now glaring at you. You push past the crowd, being pushed or knocked over by others, just like you were hours earlier. You frantically look around for Ryusui, coughing when a puff of smoke blows into your face.

It’s a miracle that, despite the noise, you can hear a chorus of Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! It’s light, yet it catches your attention. You walk to the front yard toward the chants and see a crowd gathering around someone. There’s no doubt in your mind that it’s Ryusui — he always has a knack for grabbing attention.

From what little you can see from the back of the crowd, you notice him in the center, surrounded by strangers holding onto his arms, and another person pouring an alarmingly large amount of alcohol down a tube that goes straight to Ryusui’s mouth. More alcohol is pouring down the side of his mouth than into it.

“I want more!” Ryusui shouts as the last drop of alcohol touches his tongue. He removes his alcohol-soaked shirt and throws it into the crowd, shouting, “Give me more!”

His shouts are met with even louder chanting from the crowd: 'Give him more!' Give him more! Give him more!

You see glimpses of his face, but there was no denying it- Ryusui was thriving.

The walk back to your dorm is depressing. You try to console yourself, rubbing the ring on your finger as you try to stop the negative thoughts from consuming you, but you can’t. It’s acting as a cruel reminder of a promise that isn’t being kept.

You know that Ryusui would never entirely leave you, not when your families are business partners, but you were losing the Ryusui that you grew up with. It was clear to you, even if it isn’t for him, that you’ve outgrown each other. You may stay as friends, but nothing would be the same. He’s found his crowd that fits the new him better than you could.

I would only hold him back…

You didn’t realize you were crying until a voice behind you startled you.

“Are you okay?” His voice is raspy, matching the tired look on his face. There's a frown on his lips, but you can see the concern in his eyes, that flicker from you to the sidewalk. He walks toward you as if you were an unstable bomb, ready to detonate on him if he makes a wrong move.

You pull away from his gaze and wipe the tears from your eyes. Your throat feels raw from the tears you didn’t realize you were holding back but couldn’t stop. “I’m fine…”

“Nobody cries because they're fine.” He digs into the plastic bag that he’s holding in his hand. He rummages through cans of energy drinks to pull out the singular bottle of water he purchased at the gas station. He hands you the water and asks, “You’re heading back to the dorms, right?”  

“Why do you ask?” you ask, suspicious of his intentions. He looks at you with an unimpressed look, almost as if he is offended by the implications of your question.

“That’s where I’m heading. Figured you wouldn’t want to walk alone.” He turns his back towards you, waits for a second, almost as if he's waiting for you to make up your mind. You take a step beside him, and he takes it as a sign to start walking again. There’s a moment of silence as you walk beside him, until he speaks again. “What is it that you’re missing?”

The question catches you off guard, leaving you unsure where it came from or how to respond. You look at him with a puzzled expression, which he responds to with a deep sigh.

“Just speculation, but I’m guessing this is your first year in college?”

“Yeah…”

“College life can be an adjustment for people," he explains as he looks up to the sky. “Some miss their home, miss their family and friends, miss the normalcy of their lives, and others just feel a piece of themselves missing. Lost and wandering in space. Which is it?”

Your mind goes back to Ryusui. You didn’t think it was possible to miss someone who is still close to you- someone walking the same campus as you, but it is. You miss the normalcy of the life you had with him, but now that you’re alone, walking with a stranger, you feel like maybe you are missing a piece of yourself. But you weren’t going to trauma dump to someone you don’t even know.

“I don’t know.” You lie, rubbing at the ring on your finger. He looks at you as if trying to dissect you, but doesn’t say what first came to his mind.

“Well, figure it out. The sooner you do, the better you’ll succeed.”

Before you can continue the conversation, you notice that you’ve reached the dorm buildings. You stop, and he notices, he looks at the building you’re looking at, and lets out a drawn-out whistle. The building your dorm was located in was the most expensive and luxurious, with rumors suggesting that the dorm fees you pay are more than the tuition itself.

“Treasure Dorms…you got money.” He comments. “I should’ve charged you for the water.” He jokes, but notices you reaching for your wallet. He waves off the cash you try to hand him and turns his back to you to continue his walk back to his dorm.

“I won’t charge you this time, but if I see you walking alone in the middle of the night again, I will.”

“Thank you-?” you draw out the last syllable in the word, hoping the stranger would get the hint to tell you his name.

“Senku.”

“Thank you, Senku.”

TAGS: @rebeccawinters @rhemiar @anajellyc @rinchanisasimp

A/n: I was initially going to have this chapter as the titrations chapter, but I started to build up more of the angst and felt like the titrations scene needed its own chapter...

Next Chapter (WIP): The Perfect Titration with a 1B% Error

Sneak Peek: Senku and you cross paths again, but under different circumstances. Your luck is just as bad as Senku's when your lab group ends up having to redo the lab five times, and one of them started a small fire that nobody but Senku noticed.

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A Little Bit Is Never Enough, I Want It All!

Fratboy Ryusui Nanami x GN Reader X Nerd Senku Ishigami

Synopsis: Ryusui Nanami, son of the Nanami Conglomerate, has always been loud, rambunctious, prideful, but most of all greedy. A man who desires everything didn't believe he had to keep an eye on someone whom he thought innately belonged to him. It was an unwritten law, something he didn't have to say for it to be true. It was your family's meddling that brought you together! You were to be his and only his.

Distracted by his doing, indulging in the liberating freedom of college, Ryusui realizes too late that you were slipping away from his grasp and falling into the gloved hands of a chemistry lab TA, Senku Ishigami. How you created a fire in a titrations lab was a mystery to Senku, but now that you've caught his interest, he isn't willing to let you go.

Chapter 1: Promise?

“Deshire.” A voice shouts confidently, despite the lack of articulation. He snaps his fingers, pointing them directly at your face, disregarding your personal space.

You whimper, clutching your mother's hands harder as you hide behind her leg. The boy’s manners are drastically different from what you are used to. You are accustomed to your family’s estate, having grown up in a prim and proper environment. Your ears are used to your family's quiet and mindful manners, but they’re ringing under his shouts.

“You are going to be my friend!” he continues to shout, earning snide remarks from his parents. The feeling of your mother pushing you toward the rambunctious kid reminds you why you were at the Nanami estate.

“Befriend their son. We must establish a good relationship with the Nanami conglomerate to strengthen our bond as business partners.”

You’re hesitant to pull away from your mother, nervously playing with your fingers as you take small strides toward the blonde boy. You weren’t sure if you would be able to get along well with someone as polar as you.

“You will learn from each other.”

You extend your hand, intending to shake and introduce yourself, but he has different plans.  He grasps your hands in his and begins to pull you away. He ignores the reprimands from his parents, and you ignore the shocked gasps from yours. As he races down the hall with you, you surprise yourself. You begin to giggle with him, and he’s laughing back. The shared laughter is the only thing either of you can focus on.

In the years that followed, this became routine. Despite your interactions being meant to be purely transactional for the benefit of both families, they had transformed into an unbreakable bond between the two heirs. Your interactions with the Nanami boy grew more frequent, to the point that their staff recognized you as one of their own and directed you to Ryusui's location in the estate upon arrival.

As your mother had said, you would learn from each other. Ryusui was more direct with his approach, often clasping his hands with yours and pulling you into his antics, diving straight in without a care. He doesn’t allow you to think; his style is reckless and spontaneous. He’d drag you, but he wouldn’t ever think of leaving you. His hand would always be clutching yours.

“I can desire anything in this world, but I only need you!” Just as his actions were spontaneous, so were his words. Whether he meant it the way you perceived or some other way, they sparked something inside you that you would carry and keep to yourself for years.

“Don’t say it like that…it’s just Super Mario.” Your voice betrays you, coming off weak despite trying to scold him.

“Super Mario or not, you’re mine!” he grins, his attention never wavering from the game.

“No, I’m not!” you yell back at him, but deep down, you knew you wanted to be his. ‘Francois! Tell him!”

“It is true, Master Ryusui.” Their tone is neutral as they deliver the news to him. “The only way the young heir could be yours is if they adopted the Nanami name.”

“How do I do that?” he drops the console on the floor and speeds to Francois, eager to make you his.

“Marriage.”

“I’m going to marry you!” Ryusui doesn’t hesitate to express his desire. He grasps your hand, ready to pull you along with him. You feel a rush of warmth creeping to your face, your mind racing as his words sink in. You glance down at your hand and then back at him, his grin making you swoon. However, you know better. “Then you’ll be mine!”

“Mother!” You yell, barging from the room, Ryusui's hand still intertwined with yours as you run towards your family. Trying to undo the mess you found yourself in. There’s a commotion when you begin to tell your parents everything, the Nanami family pulling Ryusui from you.

The Nanami family profusely apologized for their son’s mess, but your family appears indifferent. They are trying to take advantage of it. They receive the family’s apologies with a smile.

“I will hold it to you, young Nanami.” Your father whispers to Ryusui when the commotion has died down and the families are mingling. “In the future, when the time is appropriate, you may ask for my blessing.”

“When would it be appropriate?” Ryusui asks, his brows furrowed, confused why he couldn’t marry you.

“Getting married at eight is unheard of, not to mention unconventional.”

“But I want them to be mine.” Ryusui groans, unhappy at the idea of waiting.

“How about a compromise?”

“Compromise?”

“A promise ring.”

…

“I got you a gift,” Ryusui announces when you walk through the estate’s entrance. As usual, you extend your hand toward his and intertwine your fingers with his; not a second later, he drags you to wherever he desires.

He doesn’t have to ask for your hand when he already has it. He digs into his pocket, pulling out a small box.

“Ryusui!” you gasp. You attempt to pull away, but his hold on you is strong.

“It’s a promise ring!” he opens the box, a small, dainty ring. It’s not as extravagant as you expected, especially from Ryusui, but you love it even more. “Your father said it was okay!”

“What does it mean?” you ask while he slips the ring on your finger.

“A promise that you’ll stay by my side and I’ll stay by yours!”

You’re looking out the car's windows; you catch glimpses of the campus here and there between the trees. You can feel a sense of dread as you see groups of people walking down the street, no doubt students walking towards the campus you were heading to.

You look over at Ryusui; his demeanor is drastically different from yours. There are no signs of worry, anxiety, or fear from him, nor did you expect any. You can see the excitement radiating from him, the greed in his eyes, ready to make this campus his.

You don’t want to worry him. Your fingers instinctively run across the cold material of the ring he had given to you as kids, but it does little to calm you. Not when the leading cause of your dread was the ring itself. You’re afraid that what once was a cute promise felt more like a weight holding him down.

It never crossed your mind that you were possibly holding him back until you overheard a group of students talking about it, the day of your high school graduation. Now it’s a thought that has been plaguing your mind.

“You got lucky…” he announces to you, not once breaking his gaze from outside the windows. “You’re rocking with the best! We’re going to get into any fraternity or sorority we desire!”

“I’ve known you my whole life, and I will never not be appalled by your ego.” You roll your eyes at him. You don’t tell him you weren’t interested in joining Greek Life, the thought only fueling your worst fear.

“I can’t wait to get wasted!” you bite your lip, holding back your frown at his words. “How many parties do you think we’ll go to?”

“All of them.” You answer him honestly. Knowing Ryusui, he’ll want to attend all of them, and he will.  

It’s silent. Ryusui is too enthralled by the life ahead, while you drown in your worries. It’s a new chapter in each other’s lives, and you don’t want to be the reason neither of you enjoys it to the fullest. You don’t want your worries to build and bite you in the future. Before it’s too late, you voice your fears.

“Have I been holding you back?” Your voice is soft as you gaze at your lap, the glint of the ring flashing in your direction. For the first time since the ride began, Ryusui pulls away from the window and turns to look at you.

“What?” His voice is deep and raspy; you don’t know whether he’s upset at you for suggesting it or how long it took you to realize it.

“What if I said I didn’t want to get wasted…” your voice trails off. “or that I don’t want to be part of Greek life?”

“There’s nothing wrong with that.” He reassures you. “I’m not going to pressure you. We don’t have to do everything together.”

“College is all about freedom..." You recite the words you’ve heard throughout your senior year in high school.

“Exactly!” he snaps his fingers in agreement. “I haven’t forgotten our promise.” He grins at you, flashing his matching ring.

‘A promise that you’ll stay by my side and I’ll stay by yours!’

“Promise?” you ask optimistically, raising your hand to tangle your fingers with his. For a moment, it feels like the weight you’ve been carrying has lifted from your shoulders, but that feeling lasts only briefly. Ryusui is silent, distracted by the view outside the windows. The line of booths at the campus entrance, the swarm of students entering, and the loud music spilling into the car. For the first time, he doesn’t reciprocate your touch.

Your words don’t reach him.

You see it in his eyes.

You had a feeling that you had already lost him.

Sneak Peek for next chapter:

Chapter 2: The Perfect Titration with a 1B% Error.

Synopsis: Alcohol, weed, fires, and empty promises. What a great way to start your first week in college!

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Tags: @anajellyc @rinchanisasimp

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A/n: I'm excited for this series. I have everything planned out in a doc, hehehe. Hopefully I can pull this off!

Song Inspo:

You belong With Me-Taylor Swift: Inspired the concept of the fic.

I Want It All- High School Musical: Inspired the title.

Greedy- Ariana Grande

Rich Girl- Gwen Stefani

Brutal- Olivia Rodrigo

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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 4 - 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵

Summary: Reincarnated in the body of a demon from the last film you saw before you died, you have decided to change the script of the story in your favour. But you didn't count on your presence in the story changing everything.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, Romance being flirty, kinda suggestive if you read between lines, Jinu being annoying, ooc (probably), cringe (surely), no proofread (oopsie)

Word count: 2100+

A/N: hello there my little lovely readers! Again I want to thank you all for all the kind words and the support on these series. I'm really happy seeing that it's loved and appreciated! I'm trying to answer to everything you send me :)

This chapter is a little filler but is needed for the relationship building (relationship building being the reader collecting hearts like Pokemon apparently) but I hope you still find it funny and interesting. Next chapter is already in the oven and nearly finished (hope I can post it this weekend) and AT LAST the real real plot (the movie related one) it's starting to bloom there!

Again thank you for your comments, likes, reblogs and specially for those few who hit me in the directs, I love you guys! Let me know what do you think about how the story is going so far :)

Ch. 3

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You were in your room, lying on your bed, sketching possible costumes for the boys, when a high-pitched, blood-curdling scream made you jump up.

Why did it seem impossible to be calm and relaxed in that madhouse?

There were less than forty-eight hours to go before their debut. Couldn't they enjoy some peace and quiet before they became famous?

You opened the door as fast as you could and ran towards the source of the scream.

Sang and Dasom's room.

Another scream, even higher-pitched than the last one.

Who were they torturing? You opened the door without even knocking and found Romance alone inside, perched on top of the wardrobe, pale and terrified.

"Dasom? What's going on?"

He was curled up in a ball in the space between the top of the wardrobe and the ceiling, and simply pointed down at the floor in the middle of the bedroom. But there was nothing there, was there?

"Dasom…?"

"A SPIDER!! IT'S HUGE, MONSTROUS, DISGUSTING… THERE'S A HAIRY SPIDER RIGHT THERE. PLEASE KILL IT. KILL IT, KILL IT, KILL IT!"

You opened and closed your mouth a couple of times, not quite sure what to say. You approached the approximate spot he was pointing at, and there you saw the ‘huge, monstrous, disgusting hairy spider,’ which was about the size of your little toenail.

You let out a sigh.

Well, it was better than someone being tortured, wasn't it? Although you never imagined that Dasom could reach such high notes under pressure.

You took off a slipper and squashed the poor little spider with some regret, then approached the wardrobe and, with your face completely tilted upwards, began gesturing for Dasom to come down.

"Come on, it's over. There's no spider anymore. You can come down from there."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I squashed it. I didn't know you were afraid of spiders."

Dasom pouted.

You still couldn't understand how he had managed, at his height and size, to hide in that space.

"How do I get down?"

"Damn it, Romance, I don't know. You're the one who climbed up on the wardrobe."

Dasom didn't seem very sure, but he decided that, knowing there was no longer an army of arachnids waiting for him on the carpet, he could let himself fall.

And that's what he did.

But he did it… on top of you, who was right underneath him.

Both of you fell to the floor, a tangle of arms and legs, and you, who was on the bottom, hit your bum and hip hard.

Romance, semi-conscious of the blow, managed to get a hand under your head so that at least you didn't hit it.

"Ouch… why the hell did you drop? You're a ducking demon, you can teleport!"

Romance's eyes widened, remembering that detail. Fear had blinded his reasoning… or so he told himself.

You both remained silent, finally understanding what had just happened… and the strange (and uncomfortable, especially for you) position you were in. You were lying on the carpet, your hair tousled around your head, and he was on top of you. One of his legs was between your thighs, keeping him more or less upright; one of his hands was still under your head, acting as a pillow and keeping it off the cold floor, while the other was on one side of your head, supporting him so he wouldn't fall face-first onto you again. Your chests were almost touching, and your faces were definetely too close.

His heart-shaped fringe fell on either side of his angular face, framing it exquisitely, and the rest of his hair tickled your neck.

"Romance…?" you whispered as you watched him remain very still and silent, just staring at you.

But the things is… you had never been so close to him before. You were always on the defensive, especially with him, and you tried to keep your distance from all of them, as if they had the plague or something.

From that position, so close to you, he could see things he had never seen before: the flecks in your eyes, the length of your eyelashes… You were completely still, your mouth slightly open, not quite sure what to do. In his eyes, you looked like a frightened little animal, although he knew you well enough to know that this was far from the truth, and that if he tried anything, you would punch him.

But why didn't you push him away? Why didn't you move him away?

He tilted his face slightly, just a few millimetres closer to yours. Now his fringe brushed against your cheek.

He shifted his weight from his hand to his elbow, so he could gently stroke your hair, brushing a strand away from your face. He had always found you attractive… so charming… he liked it when you got violent when he did something you didn't like, he loved that you had no qualms about speaking your mind, saying what you thought, and he was fascinated by your tough act. But now, beneath his body, looking that small, with your eyes wide open and your ears red as tomatoes, not quite sure what to do… you were driving him crazy.

He didn't understand why you didn't want to play with them and flirt. He didn't understand why you couldn't be this close all the time, or why he couldn't lean down a little closer and bite your lower lip, just to see how it felt. Just thinking about it made his heart skip a beat. You'd probably kill him if he did it, but it would have been worth it.

Besides, what harm could a little flirting and some affection without any commitment do?

Romance ran his tongue over his lips. The heat coming from your body was exquisite, and he found it hard not to bury his nose in the hollow of your neck to smell you and bite you. But just then, you reacted. You put your hands on his chest… was that an invitation?

…and you pushed him. Hard. To one side.

Romance fell onto his side, to one side.

Your heart was about to jump out of your chest.

What had just happened…?

You took a deep breath, counted to ten, and stood up as best as you could, trying to calm your racing heart. This was wrong, very wrong. It couldn't happen again. You couldn't let it happen again. Not with Romance, not with anyone. You weren't there to play at love, you were there to change the course of history. You had to give them back their souls, not… that. Whatever it was.

It's not like you had a lot of time to play around, considering you hadn't made any progress at all towards your goal.

"There are no spiders anymore. I'm going to check on the others," you managed to say, turning your back on Dasom, who was still on the floor.

"The others aren't here," he replied, sitting on the floor and avoiding looking at you at all costs. "Sang has gone to the gym, Byeol and Minjun have gone to buy some groceries, and I have no idea where Jinu is, but he's not at home."

What had he been about to do…?

"Well, anyway, there's no need for me to be here anymore. I'm going to go for a walk."

And with that, you left the bedroom, closing the door behind you. The best thing to do would be to go out for a walk, breathe some fresh air, and maybe touch some grass. Anything but stay alone there with Romance.

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You were walking along peacefully, bubble tea in hand and headphones on, humming to yourself and trying not to think about anything after the events of the last few days. You were exhausted, both physically and mentally. And you still weren't quite sure how to change the course of history. How could you get all the Saja Boys to regain their souls without Gwi-ma finding out?

Suddenly, you bumped into something hard and lost your balance for a moment.

Goodbye my dear bubble tea, you thought.

But an arm wrapped around your waist and held you firmly in place before you could fall face first. You looked up and took off your headphones with your free hand (thankfully, your bubble tea had survived) and found yourself face to face with Jinu.

You were about to apologise for bumping into him because you were distracted, but it was Jinu, and since he was a bit insufferable (especially with you), you decided not to.

"Watch where you're going, Manager," he said without letting go of your waist.

"Hey, sorry, but you're the one walking in the middle of the pavement. The street isn't yours."

He raised his eyebrows. How fun (and easy) it was to tease you. Besides, you always had something to say back.

He took the opportunity to look you up and down, studying you.

Heart-shaped sunglasses? How tacky.

But that tight top, however...

Nuh-huh, he would never admit it.

You were carrying something strange in your hand. It was like a large plastic cup with a straw sticking through the lid, and inside was a lilac-coloured liquid... Was that hamster eyes at the bottom of the cup?

Ew. Disgusting.

"Hey!" you shouted, taking a step back when you realised that not only was he still hugging your waist, but he was also giving you a look of genuine disgust. "Is this a staring contest?" you asked with a half-smile as you brought the straw to your lips and sipped, enjoying the fresh taste of the tapioca tea.

Jinu opened and closed his mouth several times, like a fish out of water.

Did you just...?

You raised an eyebrow, still sipping your drink slowly. You put your headphones back on and decided to continue on your way. You didn't feel like verbally abusing Jinu; the accident with Dasom that morning had drained all your energy. You just wanted to enjoy your music and your bubble tea, alone if possible.

You had managed to recover the account you used to use on your favourite music app, with all the K-pop playlists you listened to before you died.

Those were the days.

So, with iKON's Dive blaring through your headphones, you walked past Jinu, brushing your shoulder against his side (because you knew it would be impossible to shove him away).

You had already taken a couple of steps when someone grabbed your free wrist and pulled you around.

Ducking Jinu again.

"Can you let me enjoy the day in peace...?" you had started to say, with your headphones still blasting music, when you witnessed Jinu leaning towards you.

He held your wrist tightly but not painfully with one hand, while the other rested on his hip. He leaned closer and closer, impossibly close to your face. Your breath caught in your lungs, your heart beating faster and faster.

He was too close.

His eyes had turned golden, like in his demon form, and he was smiling sideways, showing his fangs.

Damn, he was so handsome.

He moved his lips, saying something that you couldn't hear because of the music. Your noses were so close that if he leaned a little closer to you, they would touch.

He let go of your wrist and ran his hand up your arm in a caress to your shoulder. Then he took your other hand, raised it to his mouth, put the straw from the drink you were holding between his lips, and sipped. All this without breaking eye contact and without losing that stupid smirk.

You couldn't react. You couldn't do anything. You just watched as he took a sip, let go of you, and stood up straight, moving away from your now flushed face.

He said something else, which you didn't hear, turned around, and left.

You swallowed hard. What had just happened? Your heart was still racing.

You bit your lip hard, frustrated. Why did it have to be like this? Why did he have to make everything so difficult? You felt your face burning with embarrassment. You glanced sideways at the bubble tea cup, which still had some left in it, and frowned. There were traces of Jinu's chapstick on the straw.

You turned around and threw the cup into the nearest bin, frustrated.

Because of Jinu, you couldn't even finish your bubble tea or listen to Dive again without imagining his attractive, idiotic face.

You hoped he would meet Rumi soon and leave you alone.

Because that was really what you wanted to happen, wasn't it?

For him to stay away from you for good...

You slapped your face. You took a deep breath and decided to continue on your way.

And you didn't see that on the other side of the street, watching everything that had just happened, were Baby and Mystery.

Flabbergasted.

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Ch. 5

A/N: First of all, aracnophobia is NO joke... but Romance cowering on top of a wardrobe kinda is. AND! For you, all the Jinu starving readers... here you go! More content! This chapter is a little slower and shorter than the rest (I'm sorry), BUT this is a slow burn and sometimes you have to be patient :)

Hope you like it as much as the previous ones and you want to continue reading this series! 'Cause I have lots of things planned up my sleeve and I can't wait for you to read!

Also: who is your favorite Saja Boy up until now? haha

Thank you for reading, for all your support and kind words. Remember that those comments, likes and reblogs help me a lot as motivation! :)

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Imagine Being Isekai'ed into KPOP DEMON HUNTERS. (part 6)

SO, IIDEK WHAT TO PUT AS SUMMARY BUT LOWKEY HUNTR/X X Y/N! Also, we get some Mystery backstory here! (Also if you wanna hear some bad covering of Your Idol here it is

IDOl

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5. Part 7

‘Technically we didn't follow you, we overheard you. We just happened to be in the vicinity of the conversation.’ Beom looked up to the left, refusing to meet Y/N’s eyes.

‘Y’know you can’t always get out of things by being cute. It doesn’t work that way.’ Y/N rolled her eyes, slumping onto the sofa face first. Watching their debut stage had really taken it out of her. Especially that walk back from the Huntr/x tower.

‘I’m cute?’ Beom’s eyes lit up, as if he were a puppy that had just been given a treat. Y/N could swear she saw a tail wagging behind Beom.

Was this what was known as the natural charm of a youngest group member? Even so, this man was over two huundred years old… Did demons mature in the underworld? Was it even possible to grow? Were they like vampires, just stuck mentally at their age forever? Y/N's mind whirled with unanswered questions.

‘I’m not repeating it.’ Y/N rolled her eyes, unlocking her phone. ‘Well, what's the plan? You have that variety show in about an hour.’

‘Well, seeing as the demon hunters know we have a shooting tonight, they’re probably gonna try to kill us after we finish.’ Jinu shrugged, he twisted the cap off an energy drink and passed it to Y/N.

‘Thanks.’ She smiled, sipping the drink. 

‘Would you be upset if we killed them?’ Min tilted his head, seated in Y/N’s gaming chair. Although the man's light purple hair was obscuring his eyes, Y/N could tell he was looking at her.

‘Yes, very.’ Y/N answered quickly, taking another swig of her drink.

‘Hm, okay.’ Min turned his head to Rae. ‘Looks like it’ll be a change of plans then.’

‘YOU GUYS WERE PLANNING ON KILLING THEM?’ Y/N stood up, pointing her fingers at the plotting boys.

‘Well they were planning to kill us too.’ Abel shrugged, handing out pink clothing to the group.

‘Aw man, not pink again.’ Jinu groaned, holding his shirt as far away from himself as he could possibly.

‘You said you looked good in any colour.’ Y/N laughed, pointing her drink bottle at him.

‘Ugh, that doesn't mean I have to like the colour.’ Jinu grumbled, lifting his shirt over his head.

‘HEY, I’M STILL IN THE ROOM.’ Y/N squawked, turning around, only to be met with the four other shirtless men in the middle of changing. The girl quickly covered her eyes with her hands, squatting down in embarrassment.

‘Oh, sorry. Bad habit.’ Jinu said from behind her. ‘I’m decent now.’

Y/N peeked out of her fingers up at the voice, seeing a guilty looking Jinu.

‘I should have warned you. My bad.’ He stuck out his hand to which Y/N grasped.

Y/N let herself be tugged up, as the rest of the boys finished changing their shirts.

‘Okay, time for pants.’ Rae handed out jeans, each in a different shade of pink.

‘I’M GOING TO MY ROOM, TELL ME WHEN YOU GUYS ARE DONE.’ Y/N sprinted into her bedroom door, slamming it shut behind her.

‘She’s so cute, I could just eat her.’ Min remarked, zipping himself up.

‘Huh.’ Beom turned around.

‘Isn’t that what the young people say about cute things? I could eat it?’ Min sat back down in the chair, shrugging his shoulders.

‘No you old man, I could just eat her up. You need to add the ‘up’ or it just sounds like you wanna take her soul.’ Beom shook his head, brushing off the lint on his jumper.

‘Huh, alright, noted.’ Min gave a quiet laugh, leaning back in the chair with his arms raised.

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They boys had insisted on bringing Y/N along with them, saying that they needed a fake manager.

They somehow had no manager but they had a typical van that Idols would use to travel. Y/N could see that someone was driving the car but she had never seen the man before today. 

The boys were jabbering about how they would introduce themselves at the variety show and what they would do. They were sat in pairs, Jinu and Beom and Abel with Rae, leaving Min to sit next to Y/N. 

‘If you don’t have a manager, how in the world are you pulling all of this off?’ Y/N blanched, ‘And if you don’t even have a manager, do you have a company? How did you even release Soda Pop?’

‘Hypnosis, we can make anyone do our bidding. Why do you think this person’s driving the car?’ Min leaned down whispering in her ear, his face close to Y/N’s.

‘I’ve been meaning to ask. Can you even see?’ Y/N reached up, fingertips just brushing Min’s purple hair-

‘Not really.’ Min abruptly grasped Y/N’s hand, gripping it tightly.

‘Ow.’

‘Sorry.’ Min released Y/N’s wrist in an instant. ‘I…’ 

‘It’s ok. I shouldn’t have-’

‘No. It’s my fault. I’m just… I have a thing about my face.’ Min sighed, turning away as the rest of the boys continued their conversations, unaware as to the situation in the back seat.

‘Does it have something to do with your deal with Gwi-ma?’ Y/N slid her hands underneath her legs, kicking her feet slightly.

‘Yeah. It does.’ Min said, resting his chin on his fist. Y/N looked down at her feet, waiting for the man next to her to elaborate.

‘I had leprosy.’ Min said in a hushed whisper. ‘It was bad. It started with my hands and feet but it spread. The disease always spreads until eventually… I became blind.’

‘Oh…’

‘It was the fourteenth century so there was no cure and I had no family.’ Min sighed, turning to look at Y/N, hair still obscuring his face. ‘I was begging in the street, stumbling around blind when a group of men beat me with sticks, telling me to do them a favour and just die.’

‘Assholes.’ Y/N grumbled, crossing her arms.

‘Yes, they were.’ Min chuckled at her reaction, putting a reassuring hand on Y/N’s shoulder before continuing. ‘And that was when I first heard Gwi-ma, whispering in my ear.’

‘What did he offer you?’ Y/N blinked, not noticing that the entire car had gone quiet.

‘He said he could take away my scars and help me get revenge on those who had wronged me.’ Min laughed, resting his head against his seat. ‘Now that I think about it, it was such a shallow deal. I barely got anything from it.’

‘You were hurting. Vulnerable.’

‘I was weak.’ Min shook his head, seemingly disappointed in himself.

‘Men have killed for less.’ Y/N noted, as the car slowed to a stop.

‘You’re right about that one I guess.’ Min chuckled, unbuckling Y/N from her seat before doing his own.

‘I honestly thought you were just hiding a big ass forehead.’ Y/N shrugged, stepping out of the car, following the rest of the boys into the studio.

‘HAH! I’ll have you know I was quite handsome before I got that stupid disease.’ Y/N could practically hear Min rolling his eyes.

‘Yeah yeah… Wait, fourteenth century… You have to be the oldest!’ Y/N bounced along, passing through the doors leading into the set.

‘Such a smart girl.’ Min hummed, leaning down.

‘Uh…’ 

Min smirked, combing back his bangs with one hand, revealing his face for a second. Y/N was stunned, eyes lingering on Min’s own ones.

He really was beautiful.

Hell, people would go to war for a face like that, regardless of Min being a man.

‘Wow.’ Y/N blinked, eyes bugged wide.

‘Hm, maybe Gwi-ma really did do me a favour.’ Min continued to smirk, letting his hair fall back into place, turning to walk onto the stage where the rest of the boys were filing onto.

‘Um-’

‘We’ll talk after the show.’ Min lifted Y/N’s chin gently, looking down at her through his hair.

‘Okay…’ 

‘That’s our girl.’ Min smiled, releasing her chin before walking onto stage with the rest of the boys.

‘Holy crap…’ Y/N gaped.

Min’s face was like nothing she’d ever seen. Imagine the most handsome man you knew, married the most beautiful woman on earth and had a baby. Not even then would that child compare to Min.

‘Huh, no wonder Zoey said he was just her type.’ Y/N mused, watching the hosts introduce the boys.

‘Who’s my type?’ A voice chimed in, merging into Y/N’s thoughts.

‘Zoey?’ Y/N spun around to face the three Hunt/x girls.

‘Twice in one day, aren’t we lucky.’ Mira smiled, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulder.

‘Why are you here? Are you scouting out the competition?’ Rumi gave the ghost writer a tight hug, her leather outfit squeaking quietly.

‘Uh, actually I’m-’

‘Oh, OH! Maybe Y/N can watch us take out these demons! She’s never gone with us on a mission before!’ Zoey interrupted, her eyes wide and pleading.

Holy crap Zoey was good at puppy dog eyes. Y/N flickered her gaze between the boys who were now chugging hot sauce, for some reason, to Zoey’s begging eyes.

‘Okay, I’ll watch.’ Y/N agreed, unsure of how this would go down. In the original story this was where Jinu would see Rumi's patterns but... He already knew and so did the rest of the girls.

Rumi cheered quietly, ‘Great! Once they come off the stage, we’ll jump down for the attack!’

‘These boys will be-

‘Done, done, done!’ Zoey finished, as the girls let out evil giggles, as they climbed the steps behind the set, peeking over the set.

Y/N watched on nervously as Beom let out the most sarcastic ‘Goo goo, ga ga’ She’d ever heard in her life.

‘Oh boy…’ Y/N mumbled, glancing between the girls and her demon boyband.

‘Hard to goodbye when we’re having so much fun!’ One of the hosts said into the mic.

‘So hard! So hard…’ The other said, shaking his head in mock sadness.

Jinu took the mic, sending a little smirk to the side wings where Y/N was watching.

Oh no.

What was this man planning?

‘Then why say goodbye when we have an extra special guest coming up?’ He addressed the audience, guesting backstage.

‘What is he up to?’ Y/N mumbled, watching him walk towards her.

‘Oh HELL NO.’ She said, turning to run as Jinu grabbed the back of her collar.

‘Say hello to our writer and producer, Y/N!!’ Jinu cried out, practically dragging her on stage.

‘Ah haha- hi!’ Y/N waved awkwardly as the spotlights partially blinded her. The cheering from the crowd surprised her, as she squinted under the lights.

‘We have her to thank for writing our debut song!’ Abel smiled, as the rest of the boys came to stand around her.

‘Yeah! Thanks Y/N!’ Beom called out, as the group began to bow at her.

‘Wow so hot and respectful!’ The audience cheered, as the boys bowed.

‘Oh no… It was my pleasure.’ Y/N bowed back.

‘No really it was ours!’ The boys folded completely in half as Y/N gaped, shifting her eyes to see an angry looking Huntr/x on the side.

‘Well! That's all we have time for today!’ The hosts called, as the curtains began to close. ‘See you next time! Play Games With Us!’

‘What the hell was that?!'

‘Sorry Y/N, hold on tight!’ Abel smiled, lifting Y/N over his shoulder as the Saja Boys began to run out the back exit.

‘Y/N!’ The girls called, chasing after them, concern etched on the girl’s faces.

‘Girls!’ Y/N called out, stretching her hand out as the door swung shut in front of her.

The boys ran into the bathhouse, Y/N slumped over Abel's shoulder as the girls spotted Y/N still being carried off.

‘Over there! Let’s get our Y/N back!’

‘Aw man, we were just in a bathhouse this morning.’ Mira groaned, running along with the girls.

The girls opened the bathhouse door, peeking out one by one.

‘Aw man, it's a men’s bathhouse.’ Rumi whined, spotting half naked men.

‘Wow, did you guys really follow us in here?’ Jinu rolled his eyes, knowing damn well Huntr/x followed because they had taken Y/N with them.

‘Of course they did, that one’s always looking at our Y/N.’ Abel snarked, jumping slightly to bounce Y/N on his shoulder, receiving an oomf from the flopped over girl.

‘Give us back our Y/N!’ Zoey brandished her throwing knives.

‘You think we’re just gonna let you steal our Y/N and our fans?’ Rumi snarled, gripping her sword tightly. ‘You’re gonna have to fight us for both!’

‘Yeah, keep your hands off our girl.’ Mira backed Rumi up, lifting her moon blade. 

‘Heh, we’re not here to fight.’ Jinu shrugged, splaying his arms, as demons rose from the hot baths. ‘They are.’

‘Water demons.’ Rumi narrowed her eyes.

‘Oh great. My favourite.’ Mira cheered sarcastically, eyes darting to count how many were now slowly surrounding the group.

‘Get rid of the hunters. Then, you can eat all the souls you want.’ Jinu smirked, placing a hand on the water demon in front of him.

‘Rumi!’ Y/N called out, as the rest of the boys ran through the bathhouse, leaving Huntr/x behind.

‘Have fun!’ Jinu ran out, almost slipping on a puddle of water. 'Ah crap.'

Zoey and Mira were slashing through the demons, killing several each second.

‘GO get back Y/N!’ Mira called out to Rumi, slicing through a group of demons.

‘But there's so many!’ Rumi protested, twisting away from a pair of demon claws.

‘Y/N’s alone with them, we need to go get her!’ Zoey threw her daggers, hitting two in the face.

‘GO rumi! We’ll catch up.’ Mira called out, flipping through the air and slamming her blade into the ground, causing a wave of the demons to be vaporised.

‘Okay!’ Rumi flipped over a demon, rushing toward the door that she had seen the boys run through.

‘You promised you wouldn’t kill them. Y/N protested, still being carried by Abel.

‘Technically, we’re not.’ Jinu giggled, running forward, oblivious to Rumi advancing behind him.

‘Gimmie back my Y/N!’ Rumi slashed at the man with her sword, catching his shirt slightly as Jinu ducked almost too late.

‘‘She’s mine.’ Jinu snarled, throwing a bucket at Rumi. He jumped as he slashed at Rumi’s arm with his claws, cutting a piece of her clothing off her arm, drawing blood.

‘AH.’ Rumi cried out, clutching at her arm.

The wall burst open, Mira and Zoey had kicked a demon straight through.

‘Rumi!’ Y/N called out, reaching toward her, as she was carried further away. Jinu turned at the sound of Y/N’s voice, snapping him out of his violent haze.

'DON'T HURT HER.' Y/N cried out, her frustration leaking into her voice.

‘Better help your friends. They look like they need it.’ Jinu smirked, running towards the exit without a second glance.

‘Y/N!’ Rumi shouted desperately as she slashed through the demons that were still emerging from the bathhouse pools.

‘I’ve never seen the Honmoon like this before! There are tears everywhere!’ Zoey threw her knives, each finding their mark.

‘I think it’s because the Saja Boys are stealing the fans! It’s weakening the Honmoon!’ Mira grunted as she stuck her spear into the ground, allowing Rumi to swing on it to gain momentum.

The girls panted with exertion as they finally cleared out the room.

‘What are you doing here! This is the men's bathhouse!’ An elderly man grouched, shooing the girls away as they apologised profusely.

‘Hmph.’ The man sat down on his stool, going back to scrubbing his arms.

‘My little soda pop.’ The man hummed, as a water demon arose silently from the waterbucket, inhaling the mans soul.

–

Y/N groaned, as Abel finally let her down as the elevator doors opened. 

‘I think I'm carsick.’

‘I’m not a car…’ 

‘Whatever, Y/N shook her head, steadying herself. ‘Jinu you hurt Rumi!’ 

‘She literally tried to take my head off Y/N.’ Jinu rolled his eyes, crossing his arms defiantly.

‘But she didn’t.’ Y/N protested, gesturing wildly before stumbling, putting her hand on her head. 

Jinu was at her side in an instant, clutching at the arms gently.

‘Tired?’ Jinu’s tone changed from annoyance to worrisome in a flash. ‘If you want, I can whip up something quick. Or you can go to sleep now.’

‘Just a headache, I think the all-nighters are catching up with me.’ Y/N slowly sat down on the couch with Jinu’s help.

“Can we get you anything Y/N?’ Rae kneeled down next to her, checking her forehead temperature. ‘Your forehead is a little warm Do you have any medication at home?'

'It'd all probably be out of date.' Y/N shook her head, laying down on her side, face against the couch cushions as the boys fussed over her.

‘Did she eat lunch?’

‘No I don’t think so.’

‘Should we-’

‘Mm, need to shower…’ Y/N whined, burying her face further into the couch cushion. 

‘Okay, come on. Up we get.’ Abel heaved Y/N into his arms bridal style. Y/N grouched, her eyes closed as she shifted in the demon’s well built arms, smushing her face into his chest.

Jinu raised his eyebrows, watching his biggest friend turn slowly bright pink in the face.

‘Heh, look at Abel, he’s blushing.’ Beom jeered, pointing.

‘Shut up. Don’t act like you wouldn’t be the exact same way if she was doing it to you.’ Abel spat out quietly. Beom in return, held up his hands in mock surrender.

‘You slipped in before I could!’

‘You snooze, you lose.’ Abel stuck out his tongue, walking towards the bathroom, separate from her ensuite. ‘Hey, are you sure you’ll be able to stay awake while you shower?’ 

‘Can I just sleep?’ Y/N groaned, shifting into a more comfortable position in Abel’s arms.

‘You said you wanted to shower.’ Abel hummed, finding his way to Y/N’s room instead.

‘Here, lay her down and I’ll wipe her face.’ Min appeared behind, holding a wet towel, doused in warm water. 

As Abel slowly (and reluctantly) detangled Y/N’s limbs from his own, Min gently rubbed Y/N’s cheeks with the towel. Abel turned to go turn off the bedroom light so Y/N wouldn’t squint.

‘Y’know, I think-’ Suddenly Min disappeared in a puff of smoke.

‘Wot?’ Abel blinked, looking at the empty space where Min was, now replaced by the wet towel on the floor.

‘Uhh, Abel?’ Beom came into the room, looking confused. ‘Jinu 형 (hyung) and all the others just poofed.’

‘Wait, did Gwi-ma just take them back?’ Abel blinked, looking at Y/N who was now out cold in her bed.

‘I think so… their patterns were glowing.’  Beom mumbled from behind his fist, looking confused. But, we didn’t get taken. Why?’

‘Could it be?..’

Both boys turned to look at the sleeping girl, who was now drooling slightly.

‘Mm, ramen…’ Y/N mumbled, before turning over in the bed.

‘Did she-’

‘It couldn’t be..’

–

Meanwhile the boys had been pulled back, slamming into the ground as they landed.

'Saja Boys! Saja Boys!’ The demons chanted, looking at the group, waving lightsticks around.

The boys looked around, slightly irritated that they were no longer in Y/N’s apartment.

‘Wait where’s-’ Jinu began, before being interrupted by a loud shout from a demon in the crowd.

‘Look! Souls incoming!’

And they were. Streaking across the sky were blue lights, finding their place in the fire behind three of Saja Boys.

‘My little soda pop.’ The flames hummed, ‘It’s catchy.’

���Surprisingly your little plan is working.’ Gwi-ma said, almost as a challenge.

‘I know. So lemme get back to work and you’ll be feasting in no time.’ Jinu plastered a fake smile, a charming one nonetheless.

‘Except, two of your friends. I can no longer see them. Are they dead?’

‘Yes.’ Jinu answered, thinking quickly, ‘But we’ll kill all of the hunters before they get the rest of us.’ 

Gwi-ma was wrong about them being dead, but he was right about not controlling the boys. Abel and Beom had not been dragged back to the underworld with the rest of the group. Jinu knew they weren’t dead but… How come they weren’t here? How had they escaped Gwi-ma’s control?

‘I’ve taught you well Jinu.’ The giant flame chuckled as the Saja Boys disappeared again, into a puff of pink smoke.

–

As the boys reappeared in Y/N’s apartment, the doorbell began to ring. Jinu frowned, turn around to see that the Huntr/x girls were covered in scratches, waiting to be buzzed up on the monitor.

‘Go wakeup Y/N.’ Jinu said, ‘Tell her the hunters are here. Abel and Beom, we need to talk.’ 

As the boys slinked into one of Y/N’s spare rooms. Rae knocked on Y/N’s door before opening, knowing that the girl would sleep through the knocking.

‘Y/N? The Huntr/x girls are here, they’re waiting to be buzzed in.’ He gently shook the shoulder of the sleeping girl.

‘Wha?’ Y/N rasped, turning over to face Rae.

‘Huntr/x is down stairs.’

‘Oh my gosh!’ Y/N sat up immediately, flinging her covers back and slipping her flip flip’s on. She rushed to buzz them in, before looking around her apartment.

‘Where’d the boys go? Doesn’t matter, you guys have to hide! Go in-’ Y/N opened her spare room to see the rest of the Saja Boys, already hiding in the room. 

‘Uh, we’ll be in here as you guys talk.’ Beom gave a hopeful smile. 

‘Do you guys ever go back to your own apartment?’ Y/N slapped a hand to her forehead.

‘No not really.’ Min shook his head.

‘We only got it because-’ 

‘We’ll talk later. The room is soundproofed but still be quiet!’ Y/N closed the door, just as the elevator began to beep happily.

‘Y/N!’ Rumi rushed forward checking Y/N all over, a teddy bear band aid covering her cheek.

‘Y/N you’re safe!’ Zoey rushed forward, pulling Y/N into a hug.

‘We were so worried.’ Mira sighed, walking forward, holding a bag.

‘Girls, I’m sorry. I really am the writer of their music.’

‘It’s okay. They must have forced you into it.’ Rumi shook her head, guiding Y/N to the kitchen island. ‘Come on, sit. You probably haven’t eaten all day!’

Y/N’s stomach gurgled loudly in reply.

Traitor.

‘Erm.’ Y/N rubbed her neck in embarrassment. ‘How did you guys know?’

‘You never eat if you’re working and today was…’ Zoey trailed off.

‘Y/N, are you okay?’ Mira set down the bag of kimbap before rummaging through the cupboard to find a plate.

‘Yeah, you must have been so scared.’ Rumi touched a hand to Y/N’s shoulder.

‘No, Rumi are you okay? Your arm, did you disinfect it before you bandaged it?’ Y/N hurriedly lifted Rumi’s shirt sleeve, relieved to see a bandage wrapped around it. The purple haired girl had been wearing shorter sleeves since she had told the rest of the girls about her patterns.

‘Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve had worse.’ Rumi smiled, looking content. ‘We’ve all had a lot worse.’

‘Still…’ Y/N frowned, putting her head in her hands. ‘I don’t want you guys getting hurt. I don’t want the Saja Boys to take souls either-’

‘Y/N calm down, we know you have your reasons, whatever they may be.’ Mira hushed Y/N, sliding a plate of kimbap toward her.

‘But-’

‘We trust you.’

‘But we do need to get our fans back. Have you seen the Honmoon? I’ve never seen it so bad.’ Zoey sighed, resting her head on her arms face down.

‘We could record What It Sounds Like! That’ll be-

‘No, I have a better song!’ Y/N dashed toward her gaming set up, snatching up her book. ‘It’s called Takedown!’

‘Oh?’ Rumi hummed, giving the rest of Huntr/x a knowing smile. ‘Our Y/N’s a musical genius isn’t she.’

‘No. It’s you guys, you inspire me so much!’ Y/N flipped the pages to Takedown. ‘Let me know what you think!’

The girls gathered around the notebook, scanning the lyrics.

‘Break you into pieces in a world of pain, cause you’re all the same?’ Mira muttered, flipping through the pages.

‘Wow, Y/N, if you wrote a love song for me, I think I’d fall in love with you.’ Rumi cocked her head, giving Y/N a smile that she couldn’t place.

‘Rumi, focus.’ Mira laughed, patting the purple haired girl on the shoulder. ‘You can flirt with our girl when we grind these Saja Boys into the dust.’

A thump came from inside the spare bedroom.

The huntr/x girls didn’t hear it but, Y/N swear she heard someone make a noise of protest.

‘This is exactly what we need.’ Rumi nodded in approval, flicking through the lyrics. ‘We have two weeks until the Idol Awards. We’ll release the song then! Is that enough time? I don’t want you to overwork yourself Y/N.’

‘I’ll be fine! I just have to do Takedown and What It Sounds Like.’ Y/N nodded enthusiastically. 

‘You don’t have to do both Y/N.’ Zoey fretted, as Y/N moved to go boot up her PC.

‘But if you release both, you can do it as a joint stage! You could make the Honmoon golden! Fix all the cracks!’ Y/N bounced in her seat, pulling up her digital audio station.

‘Y/N, if you overwork yourself you’ll get sick. If you think you can do it, go ahead, but make sure you’re getting enough rest.’ Rumi laid a hand on Y/N’s shoulder, her tone was akin to an owner scolding their puppy.

‘I can do it!’ Y/N pouted, looking up at Rumi.

‘Alright then.’ Rumi sighed, laughing quietly. ‘You’re so cute when you’re excited, it’s hard to say no to you.’

‘Right? I could just keep her in my pocket!’ Zoey sat down gazing at Y/N while she slid on her headphones, testing out her midi controller.

She had since forgotten the Saja Boys in her spare room, now focusing on replicating the beat in her head, using a thick bass sound to replicate the electro punk sound.

'Hey, can you guys stay so I can get a few recordings?' Y/N stared into the computer, frowning as she adjusted her mic settings for the girls.

'Yeah sure!'

'Perfect.'

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BEAUTIFUL SOUL — JINU 𖤐.ᐟ

˚⟡˖ ࣪ SOUL INTERTWINED SERIES | part 2 of familiar!

summary: jinu doesn’t know what to do when you look at him like he’s worthy of something.

content: little bit more angsty, ~980 words

a/n: thank you so much for all the love in the first part 🫶 i do plan on making this a series so stay tuned!

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★☆★

You didn’t know how the meet and greet went from 3 people to 8, with two tables connected. But you had to give credit where credit is due because this is amazing publicity.

Huntrix AND Saja Boys Fan Event.

What a headline.

It surprised you that it is going pretty smoothly— ignoring the fact that some of them were fighting and shoving each other, they were quite mature about the whole ordeal.

You assumed that Rumi planned this with Jinu the night you bumped into them. The bunch was doing an amazing job, signing merch, posters, answering questions, being… friends.

If you would even call it that.

At the table, Jinu was craning his neck up, his head moving from side to side to look for one particular person.

“She’s over there.” Rumi teasingly said to Jinu, nudging her head to gesture to where you and Bobby were standing discussing.

His movements weren’t really unnoticeable.

Jinu coughed, turning his head downwards. He didn’t think he was that obvious. “What do you mean?”

Rumi smirked. “You’re too obvious, dude.”

“No, I’m not!” he exclaimed, sending the fan a weird smile when he noticed his little outburst.

“Are we whispering?” the fan asked.

Jinu and Rumi quickly signed the poster, handing it to the fan with an awkward smile.

“Your secret’s safe with me.” she pointed to the t-shirt, a doodle of the two with wings on Jinu and Rumi riding on him, the text reads Rujinu. Making the pair laugh dryly, not really sure how to react. “Oh, so cute.” the fan said, walking away.

Jinu kept his eyes on the fan, making sure that you didn’t see her— the t-shirt specifically. He didn’t want you to get any false ideas.

The man sighs when he notices the fan leaving the building without bumping into you. Rumi noticed his behaviour and chuckled. “Idiot.”

“Who are you calling idiot?” Jinu scoffs as they continue to bicker.

From afar, you were staring at the pair with a heavy chest. You didn’t know why. They matched each other so well and you don’t know why that forms a pit in your stomach.

Jinu could feel a pair of eyes on him, and when he turned his head, his eyes met yours.

His heart stutters. Yours did too.

You swallowed thickly before giving him a small wave and timid smile. He practically beams with happiness.

You noticed him!

He raises his hand, fingers moving in a greeting motion. A small voice took his attention away, the kid giving him a small paper with a drawing. His eyes softens as he takes the gift in.

Suddenly Rumi stood up, “Isn’t he great? Woo! Jinu, everybody! Yeah, Jinu!” everyone clapped, as bouquets were thrown to the table for the Saja Boys.

Jinu abruptly stood up, “Unfortunately, the Saja Boys have to run. Thank you everyone.” the other members followed as well, walking to the back exit.

You furrow your eyebrows at the sudden change, feet moving you could even think as you tried to catch up to Jinu before he left.

“Jinu!” you yell.

Goosebumps appeared all over his body as he turned around, “Hi.” he stopped in front of you, wide eyes staring as his whole body goes warm.

You chuckled, “Hi, Jinu.”

He will never get used to how you say his name.

“You did well, out there.” your head nudges to the meet and greet area, “They love you.” you smirk, exaggerating the words.

He mirrors your smile, “Yeah, well, I’m good at what I do.”

You scoff, “Hold your horses, cowboy.” before your voice softens, “The kid loves you.” you gestured to the paper

Jinu hides the card behind his back, cheeks pink and warm from embarrassment and the fact that you are in his vicinity. “She just likes my voice and dances.” his eyes casted downwards, at the paper.

YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL.

You furrow your eyebrows, “I don’t know you,” you shrug. Jinu’s heart fell, “but I know you’re a good person. I can see it. Even just now, Rumi doesn’t just let anyone around her.”

Jinu catches your eyes and melts immediately, staring at you is like staring at art in a museum. Valuable, one of a kind but out of touch.

He doesn’t deserve any of this.

He coughs out his nerves, “You don’t know me.” He didn't mean for it to come off as rude, but the crushing reality will never soothe away. Not while you’re standing right in front of him. Eyes shining, looking at him like he’s someone worth your attention, voice sweet, and kind smiles.

You don’t even remember him.

You don’t take offence at his sharp tone, “Yeah, but,” you shrugged, “weirdly it feels like I do and I believe that you are good.”

You might as well rip his soul out.

Feels like I do.

What is he supposed to do with that?

When you looked up to meet his eyes again, you couldn’t explain the gnawing feeling in your stomach. at the sight of his face. He looks so broken. So hurt.

You never want to see him like that.

“Thanks.” he mumbled out, crumpling the poor paper from how hard he is balling his fists. His heart thumped in his chest.

You both stared at each other for a moment, the air tense but familiar.

Familiar?

“Well, I better get going.” Jinu mumbled, pointing his thumb to his back, “The others are probably waiting.”

You took a step back, “Yeah! Yeah, of course. Sorry, didn’t mean to hog you.” you chuckled.

He shrugs, “I don’t mind. I like talking to you.” softly smiling before walking away, leaving you dumbfounded and blushing.

As he turns, Jinu’s smile drops, his shoulders sagging as the weight of your presence trickles away. Everytime he’s around you, his stomach twists into weird ways, nerves, excitement, grief. 

And he isn’t really sure what to do with it.

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FAMILIAR — JINU ࣪𖤐.ᐟ

˚⟡˖ ࣪ SOUL INTERTWINED SERIES | part 2 is up!!!!

summary: you look exactly like the girl he fell in love with 300 years ago.

a/n: im officially obsessed with KDH & jinu’s perfect face and eyes <33 this is just a small blurb, 700 words, more works coming soon if this goes well!

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★☆.

“Rumi? Is that you?”

Said girl turned around so fast you could hear her neck crack as she yells your name in shock. “Wha- what are you doing here?” her feet fidgeting, eyes moving everywhere, almost like she’s looking for something. 

Being Bobby's assistant was not an easy task to say the least, so the chilling cold air nipping at your skin was very much needed. 

You furrowed your eyebrows at her off behaviour, “I’m getting some air.” hands engulfed in the pockets of your hoodie, “What about you?” 

She stutters, sending you an awkward smile, “Nothing! I mean- not nothing I’m just- “ 

“Thought you would come alone.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in shock when you see one member of Saja Boys walking towards you two. A tall figure taking slow and long strides, his frame not entirely clear to your vision because of the night sky. 

“Is that Jinu?” you whisper, standing beside Rumi. 

The purple haired girl stood frozen, eyes wide, mouth opening and closing but nothing coherent coming out. “Um, yeah- we were just- “ 

Jinu stopped in front of you both, his calm demeanor suddenly shifted the moment his eyes landed on you. 

You.

He must be dreaming. 

His eyes went wide, fingers twitching at his sides as he swallowed hard. Countless of memories replayed in his mind, all of them plagued with you. Your pretty face, soft smile and sweet voice. All directed to him.

What kind of sick play does Gwi-Ma have in store for him now?

You furrow your eyebrows at his panicked gaze to you. 

Jinu blinks awkwardly, hand scratching the back of his neck, suddenly feeling shy under your gaze, “Hi.” he softly said.

Rumi stares at him weirdly, he hasn’t known him for long, but this is far from how he usually acts. Where did the ego go?

You smiled politely, not really sure how to react to the way he is acting, “Hello, Jinu,”

He bodily shuddered at how you said his name. It was familiar. His stomach flips at your soft voice. “You know my name.”

You chuckled. His hair stood up. “Of course, half of Korea knows who you are by now.” crossing your arms in defense, “What business do you have with Rumi?”

Rumi softly touches the top of your arm, “Don’t worry about me.”

You turn to give her a pointed look before smirking, “Do you guys meet up often?” gesturing to the pair.

“No!”

“Absolutely not!”

You raised your hands in surrender at their little outburst, “I'm joking.” you chuckled, “I won’t tell, promise.” winking at Rumi, making her roll her eyes. 

“Sorry, I didn't get your name.” Jinu asked, wanting your attention back on him again.

You were shocked that he even wanted to know who you were, “Y/N. Huntrix’s assistant.” looking up to meet his eyes, unconsciously backing your head away when you notice how fondly he was looking at you. 

“Pretty.” he absentmindedly said, before replicating your actions when he realised how creepy he sounded, “I mean- pretty name!” 

You chuckled at his awkward behaviour that was weirdly charming to you. 

The interaction weirded Rumi out, eyes shifting between you both. Jinu to you, you to Jinu, Jinu to you-

Oh, shit.

Before any more flirting can happen from the demon she jumped in, “You should probably go back. I heard Bobby wanted to have a little meeting to talk about the tour, hiatus and such.” she rambles.

You nodded, not buying her excuse but accepted either way, “Alright, then. Call me if you need anything, okay?” 

She nodded. But before you leave you lean into Jinu’s personal space, “Anything happens to her, and I will make your life hell. Do you understand me?”

The corner of his lips turned up at your threat, feeling awestruck instead of scared, “Yes, ma’am.”

You leave the two, walking towards the apartment. Feeling a pair of eyes burning on the backside of your head but not daring to turn around.

Rumi gasped when you were out of range, “You like her!” 

Jinu shrugged, “Shut up. She just reminds me of someone.” he mumbles, still staring at your retreating figure.

Someone he used to love.  

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𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.

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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 3 - 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺

Fem!Reader x Saja Boys

Summary: Reincarnated in the body of a demon from the last film you saw before you died, you have decided to change the script of the story in your favour. But you didn't count on your presence in the story changing everything.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, Abby being Abby (aka really silly), Jinu being kinda self-depressed and also a trespasser, ooc (probably), cringe (surely), no proofread (oopsie)

Word count: 2400+

A/N: so! we are so back! I had soooo much fun writing this one. It's kind of a roller coaster of jokes and feelings, but I hope you like it! Also, I want to let you know that I also started to publish this in Wattpad, but I want to update here first (hehe). Last, I really want to thank you all for your support, your kind words, likes, reblogs and comments. It means a lot!

Ch. 2

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What a horrible day.

Someone (probably Abby) had eaten the last yoghurt in the fridge that you were saving for yourself, someone else (Romance, no doubt) had finished your shampoo, your pillow had magically disappeared (and now Mystery had two) and for some reason Baby smelled like your favourite candies.

Living with men was worse than you had imagined.

You had no privacy, no personal space, and no time to even think.

Since it was their first time back in the human world after centuries (in most cases), they didn't really know how some things worked, but at the expense of your mental health, they were modernising at breakneck speed.

Now they had the latest smartphones.

Romance had discovered TikTok, Mystery was now addicted to cat videos, and if you heard Abby say ‘tralalero tralalá’ one more time, you'd gouge his eyes out with spoons. The only one who seemed to be behaving more or less normally was Jinu, who was convinced that mobile phones were something akin to witchcraft and only used his phone for real emergencies (like when he ran out of toilet paper and had to ask for some in the group chat where everyone was).

Thanks to Gwi-ma, you had moved into a fairly large flat in the human world, where the boys shared rooms… except for Jinu and you, who had your own (separately). It had a fairly spacious living room with a large television that you had used to give them master classes on current K-pop, a fully equipped kitchen that you would probably never use, and two bathrooms, which you had learned in a single day were not enough when living with five demons.

At least they were more or less clean. They left the toilet seat down (sometimes), didn't make much noise (when they were asleep) and if they ate something, they left everything clean afterwards (even though what they had eaten was actually yours).

Baby was the most responsible and the only one you didn't want to smack on the head with a chair every ten minutes. He tried to act disinterested, but you had caught him several times enthralled by everyday things: he got up early just to watch the sun rise, he loved staring out the window just to see people coming and going on the street, and he had discovered how wonderful the smell of freshly baked bread was.

But you had to admit that, overall, having them around in such a routine and mundane environment was kind of fun. At least you knew you weren't alone… like you had felt before you died.

No pillow, no shampoo, no candies, and no yoghurt, but you weren't alone.

Someone knocked softly on your door.

"Come in."

"Sorry to bother you…" It was Baby, with his hands hidden behind his back. "But I wanted to thank you for joining us in the human world, and for the plan and everything… And for teaching us how to use the microwave, and…"

"Baby," you interrupted with a smile. You thought it was adorable when he rambled on just because he wasn't quite sure how to put what he wanted to say into words. "Did you want something?"

"I've written something," he said then. It caught you a little off guard. It had been a while since he'd written anything, or at least since he'd told you… You figured with all the debut stuff, rehearsals and everything, he wouldn't have had time. "And I'd like your opinion."

He had his notebook hidden behind his back. He took a couple of steps towards you, as if hesitating, until he finally decided to stretch out his arm and hand it to you. Your fingers brushed against each other when you took it, and something you couldn't quite identify crossed his gaze in that brief moment.

Surely it was just your imagination.

Too much caffeine.

You opened the notebook and turned the pages to the end, to the last thing he had written. As you turned the pages, you were surprised to see that there were many pages full of scribbles and smudges.

"I've been having trouble finding inspiration," he admitted, looking down.

"That's okay," you said with a smile, trying to make him feel better. "Do you want to stay here with me while I read it?"

He nodded with a small smile and finished entering your room. As you sat down in the chair next to the desk, he flopped down on the bed. He just sat there, and as you began to read and sink into the magic of his words, he decided to look around your room.

You had hung one of the Soda Pop posters you had just printed on the wall above your desk, and you had placed a lion stuffed animal on your bed that Byeol didn't know where you had gotten. Your desk was covered with papers, and the bin was full of candy wrappers, your addiction when you lacked inspiration. There were traces of you here and there: a pair of jeans crumpled up on the floor, a pair of trainers in the corner, a calendar full of scribbles hanging behind the door… The most notable thing there was a note, marking two days later, underlined with brightly coloured markers that read ‘DEBUT’, surrounded by little stars.

Then he focused all his attention on you.

You were slightly hunched over (even though he had told you hundreds of times not to) over his notebook, lost in the story, unable to notice the soft smile on his face as he gazed at you without you realising.

He thought it was adorable how you imitated the expressions of the characters in the story, as if that helped you embody it better, and how your eyes sparkled when you read something you liked. Heck, he even liked it when you frowned because you found a mistake. At first, when you met, he thought you were an interesting person, a clear contradiction to everything Jinu had told him about you.

You were talkative, but you also knew how to listen, and you weren't afraid to give your opinion. When you read his writings in hell, you used to drum your claws on your legs, lost in the reading.

How would it feel to hold your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours?

He didn't want to do it romantically, of course not… just as friends. That's right, intertwining your fingers like friends. And caressing your face, running a finger across your lips (for scientific reasons: he just wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked).

"Wow…" you started to say as soon as you finished reading. Your eyes were slightly glinting with tears. You were… excited. "It's… beautiful, Byeol. It's the most beautiful thing I've read in years." You closed the notebook slowly, carefully. You got up from the chair and sat down on the bed next to him, and gave him back the notebook.

"Thank you… Actually, it's kind of strange. It's been a long time since I've been able to find something new that motivates me to write. But everything here is so different compared to down there… It's colourful and alive, you know?"

That's it!

That was exactly what you wanted them to learn about the human world. How beautiful it was. Now you just had to allow him to gradually redeem himself and realise that all was not lost, that he was not alone, that he could have a second chance, and most importantly, that he could regain his soul.

You felt his hand on your leg, trying to get your attention. You turned your face towards him, and found him staring absorbedly into your eyes. You were closer than you should have been, but for some reason, it didn't bother either of you. You trusted him. And he felt drawn to you.

What he had told you was a lie, though. It was true that he had gone through a creative block, but it wasn't exactly travelling to the human world that brought back his inspiration: it was you. You teaching them how to live there, being patient when they did something wrong even though you had explained it many times, you getting angry when they took your things without permission, or when they tried to snoop on what you were reading on your mobile phone.

He tried to deny it, but it was getting harder and harder. Being around you felt soothing; in fact, it felt too good to be true. He didn't want to get too close, because he knew that if he let his guard down, something bad would happen. It had been that way for as long as he could remember.

Besides, what he felt was surely just curiosity, right? It had been a long time since someone so interesting had come into his life. Someone who made him see the reality he was living with new eyes.

Because of you, he was going to call himself "Baby," for goodness' sake.

But at the same time, he was aware that whatever he felt, you were too much. Too good, too cheerful, too… too bright for the shell he had become in the underworld. Haunted by the shame of his past decisions, the decisions that had led him to become just another servant of Gwi-ma.

He had literally sold his soul to the devil.

He was unable to see that, technically, so had you.

Why had you sold your soul to Gwi-ma? How bad had your life been to reach that point?

Someone knocked on the door, and you both jumped. You stood up instinctively, moving away from him.

"Come in," you said after clearing your throat.

Why did Byeol's eyes have to be so beautiful? Shit.

Why did he have to look at you like that after writing something like that?

Why was your heart beating so erratically?

"It's me," said Jinu, opening the door just enough to stick his head in. "I need help. Abby has discovered that Alexa can fart, and he's drinking all the soda in the flat so he can do the backing vocals burping."

"Oh, shit…" Baby slapped his forehead with his hand. "I knew getting that junk was a mistake."

You had already run out to the living room, pushing Jinu aside so you could get to Abby, who was gulping down soda like a pelican while Romance cheered him on, "Chug, chug, chug!"

Indeed, it was turning out to be a horrible day.

The quickest solution was to disconnect the artificial intelligence (forever) and put a lock on the fridge. And explaining to Abby what kidney stones were.

Baby had been on your tail, your moment of intimacy buried in his mind. There were two days left before their first public appearance, and he couldn't be distracted. None of them could.

Being in the human world was fun, yes, and learning everything they were learning (how useful Google was, for example) was incredible. But he had to focus on the fact that all of this, the adventures, living with the boys (and with you), was temporary. He couldn't stray from his goal: defeating the hunters. Giving Gwi-ma a real feast.

So why couldn't he forget the way you looked into his eyes, or the way you said his name?

But while you were solving the soda problem and Byeol was lost in his thoughts, Jinu had entered your room. Without permission.

Oh, how hard you would hit him in the face if you found out…

But you weren't there. You were busy helping Abby with his stomach ache from drinking two litres of soda in one go without stopping to breathe.

Jinu felt miserable. Partly because of everything he had done and regretted (which Gwi-ma reminded him of all the time to keep him in check), and partly because he felt he was still making bad decisions. He was still selfish. He was still… a monster.

Why had he wanted to yell at you when he saw Byeol sitting on your bed?

Why wasn't he the one sitting on your bed?

He let out a sigh.

He didn't understand why you attracted him so much. He didn't understand what you did to exasperate him all the time, but at the same time keep him close to you. Why did you have to be everything he wasn't?

He walked over to your desk, which was covered in papers and completely messy. There were recipes, song lyrics, and even a poem.

Then he realised you had left your notebook there when you left in such a hurry, buried in your mess.

You never, ever forgot that notebook. It was like your second heart or your third lung. You kept it like gold dust and never let any of them look at it.

Unconsciously, Jinu traced the cover, and before he knew it, he had it open in his hands, slowly turning the pages.

And heavens!

Of all the things he could have imagined you hiding in that notebook, he never imagined what he found.

There were not only song lyrics, ideas and concepts for the band, and even notes on how to lead them to the top.

There were also drawings. Portraits.

Jinu didn't know you were such a good artist. But then, he couldn't have known, since you never talked to him about anything personal or unrelated to the plan or the boys.

And most of those portraits were of them. Of the five boys who lived with you.

Jinu was surprised to see them, yes. But above all, he was surprised to find portraits of himself.

Did that mean you didn't hate him?

There were a few...

In one portrait, he was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper, lost in thought.

When had you painted that? You had only just moved in…

And in another, this one just of his face, he appeared in his demon form, with his patterns across his face… but with a sweet look, smiling and showing his fangs.

He ran his fingers carefully over the image.

Then, he heard a noise in the hallway.

He had to leave, and fast.

He tried to leave the notebook as he had found it, and with his heart pounding against his ribs, he remembered that he was actually a demon and could teleport. And that's what he did.

To avoid you.

Because now, if he found himself face to face with you, he didn't know what he would do. Or what he couldn't help doing.

But he did know that if you caught him rummaging through your room, you would smash his face in.

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Ch. 4

A/N: so! what a ride, huh? Some Baby time here! And kind of Jinu time too, if you squint your eyes a little... I know some of you want Jinu out of the game BUT I really want to get him the opportunity! Keep in mind that the idea of this story is that a new character can change drastically the plot... and the relationships of it! This means that also the plot may change... hehehehe

Btw next chapter is nearly finished and... I'm sorry to say that it's kind of a filler! But a fanservice one! Can't wait to post it hehe.

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[dixonsbugaboo]

the prettiest manager goes to..

saja boys x gn!manager!reader

notes: what's up with kpop groups and their pretty managers bro 🤧

the saja boys were gods among men.

literally. more than half of the nation's population practically worshipped the ground they walked on.

which is ironic since this group of boys are anything but angelic.

nonetheless, they were still worshipped. they were practically the nation's golden children next to huntrix. they were loved, not only in south korea, but all across the globe. these five demon boys had the whole nation in a chokehold that no one could quite explain.

it's a no-brainer. attractive men with honeyed voices? of course, everyone's already practically drooling on their feet.

well, that's what abby believes anyway.

"manager-nim, we love you!" he stares in disbelief as he was cast aside, being shoved somewhere in the back as fans rushed towards you who was merely standing in the background.

you, not him.

the fans that used to carry boards with their faces now had yours plastered everywhere with hearts decorating all over it. it's safe to say abby is in shock. he watches from the back as fans swarmed you from left to right, cameras clicking and fans chanting your name over and over again.

"it seems our fans love them," jinu chuckles as he watched you look over at them through a sea of heads, begging for help.

"am i the idol here?" abby blinks, genuinely still baffled at how things turned out. what was supposed to be just a quick move from their apartment to their black van, was now an unexpected meet-and-greet with their beloved fans. except, they weren't fawning over the saja boys.

they were fawning over their manager.

“you were,” mystery replied with a deadpan tone, patting him on the back comfortingly. “but not anymore,” he added, watching the chaos unfold before him. “we've been dethroned.”

“i feel… replaced.” romance sighed dramatically, trying not to laugh when he sees you sending him a look that screamed for help. the entire thinf was rather amusing to watch.

baby squints his eyes when he catches one of the signs that a fan has brought. a picture of your face decorated with glitters with a quote that says, 'MANAGER-NIM PLEASE HAVE MY BABIES' and he physically recoiled in disgust. "are you sure that's not sexual harassment?"

“well,” jinu grinned, clapping to gain the attention of his members. “that’s what we get for having a pretty manager, i suppose.”

durimg the car ride to the studio, who were utterly exhausted. your back hunched in the worst way possible as you drove. “next fan meet,” you muttered. “i’m retiring.”

“too late,” baby said, scrolling through twitter. “you’re trending. again.”

“#managernimsupremacy,” abby read aloud from his phone, pouting. “unbelievable!"

that's how it started; as a joke. it was something that was just amusing to watch. afterall, it wasn't everyday you get to see your beloved manager be awarmed by thousands of fans.

a harmless, chaotic little joke they all laughed about.

at first.

until it became an everyday occurence.

“wow, the fans love you more than us now,” romance teased one day as you stepped back into the van, arms full of fan gifts: hand creams, vitamin packs, an absurd number of plushies, and three more custom water bottles with your name on them in a cursive font.

he takes one of the hand creams from you, a rose-scented one, happy that he got a free product despite being a rich idol who could probably afford to buy more than 10 boxes of each scent.

you merely shrugged. you've gotten used to it at this point. you've learned to be grateful of the gifts you received, even when they are being constantly shoved in your face left and right. "i think they’re just being nice. i take care of you guys for years now, afterall."

"nice?” baby echoed, peeking into the box you placed on the seat beside you. “these creams are imported from france!”

“lucky. and i got a drawing of myself being lovingly thrown into the ocean,” mystery muttered, sulking as he leans against the door of the van.

it was funny at first, really. they’d giggle when fans squealed at your presence. playfully sulk when they caught fans sneaking pictures of you while pretending to wait in their lines. jinu even once asked a fan to move over so he could take a selfie with the poster of you she brought instead of his face.

all jokes. harmless teasing.

“manager-nim, i wrote a song about you. it’s called ‘my only manager.’ can i sing it?” a fan once asked as he skipped throigh the five boys during their fansign, waltzimg straight to you who was waiting at the end of the table. he was clasping his hands together, pleading, that you didn't have the heart to refuse.

besides, happy fans, happy idols, right?

you, being your polite, adorable, very-unaware-of-the-effect-you-had-on-people self, smiled and said, “of course!”

the moment he opened her mouth and serenaded you with tearful sincerity; with a voice that only a mother could love, the atmosphere had already began to shift.

suddenly, abby wasn’t smiling anymore. he was pouting with his hands pressed against his ears. his eyes were glaring at the fan who was still talking to you.

romance forgot what he was supposed to write on the album page and signed I HATE HIM in all caps. the poor fan looked at him in confusion, looking at her album before shrugging.

baby was recoiling in absolute disgust. his mouth opens once in a while, his hand on his microphone. his throat was itching to say something but the hand om his shoulder stopped him from saying anything that could get him cancelled. jinu's hand on his shoulder was firm, his eye twitching and his smile tight.

mystery looks like he's about to lunge out of his chair and bite the vocal chords of this stupid fan and his stupid serenade.

after that day, it wasn’t funny anymore. it became annoying.

fans constantly showered you with gifts and love confessions and marriage proposals—which is something they should be getting used to. they are idols in the industry, afterall. they've gone through it and so much other worse things!

but they really couldn't help but be annoyed whenever you were at the receiving end of their fans' affections.

“do you want people to fall in love with you?” baby asked one night during dinner at a restaurant, stabbing his kimchi a little too violently.

“i—what?” you blinked.

“maybe wear a mask or something,” abby suggested, half-joking. “your face is… too face-y.”

“face-y?”

"it means stop being pretty for once!"

"you guys are being unreasonable."

“we’re done,” jinu said as he placed his chopsticks down. "you're getting demoted to a water staff."

"what?!"

"you only get to show up once during the day and that's to bring us water. no mingling with fans!"

“wait—what? why?!”

“you’ve been working too hard,” he said, but his eyes were definitely glaring. though it didn't seem to be aimed directly at you. not at you, but at something outside the restaurant’s window. you followed his gaze just in time to see two fans holding up a banner that read: MANAGER-NIM, YOU ARE OUR LITERAL SALVATION 💘💘💘

you laughed awkwardly, waving at the two, before sighing. “is this because someone shouted ‘marry me’ at me during soundcheck yesterday?"

“it's because five people shouted it,” abby corrected, “one of them brought a ring.”

“an actual ring,” abby added. “it even had your initials engraved."

“that could’ve been a coincidence,” you tried, but even you, yourself, didn't believe in your own poor excuse.

“it had your face on the box,” baby deadpanned. “your graduation photo. the ugly one.”

“okay wow, rude.” you huffed, glaring at the teal-haired demon who only shrugged.

“don’t dodge the point!” abby snapped. “you do know this is parasocial, right? that kind of fan attachment isn’t healthy!”

You stared at him. “you’re all literal idols. you thrive on parasocial relationships.”

“yes,” baby muttered into his drink, “with us. not with you. that’s the natural order of things.”

“you’re quite literally disrupting the ecosystem,” mystery added, deadpan.

“yes,” romance said, “but not when we’re the ones being ignored! #managernim is now trending higher than our actual comeback teaser.”

there it was.

the real reason.

you slowly leaned back in your seat, crossing your arms. a smile so smug forming on your lips. “ah. so it’s jealousy. you're jealous i stole your fans?”

“what? no—pfft.” jinu waved a hand dismissively, clearly lying. “it’s concern. genuine, heartfelt concern.”

“you’re mad because you tripped over a banner with my face on it.”

“i bled,” abby whimpered dramatically, rubbing his shin.

“you’re demons. you heal.”

“it stung me emotionally.”

romance groaned into his palms. “i literally sang a high note and no one blinked. but the second manager-nim smiles? everyone’s sobbing like they've been enlightened.”

“marry me. manager-nim is my mother and my father and my hope,” mystery quoted, mimicking the fan tweets he read before. “it’s endless.”

“i think it’s sweet,” you said with a small smile, just to poke at them.

five pairs of eyes glared at you in unison.

“no more public appearances,” jinu declared. “effective immediately. you’re on water duty and emotional lock-down.”

"you can’t be serious.”

“we are,” baby said. “and if any fan asks where you are, we’ll say you’re… on a paid vacation. to reconnect with nature. maybe with no wifi.”

“oh my god,” you muttered, hiding a laugh behind your hand. “you’re all actually insane.”

[dixonsbugaboo]

Human Fangirl Turned Demon Manager

Human Fangirl Turned Demon Manager (Part 6)

HFTDM Masterlist

synopsis: you’re a low-level paperwork clerk demon who somehow ended up hired (threatened) by a smug, too-pretty demon named Jinu to become the manager of the demon realm’s first-ever demon boy band. all because he accidentally found your boy band concept sketches.

warning: cursing

ngl this one got me blushing, giggling, and kicking my feet like damnnnn

“Okay, let’s do it again. Five, six, seven, eight,” you say, pressing play on the music as the boys start running through their dance routine once more. 

Right now, you’re all spending time practicing the dance to “Soda Pop” again, because after the boys attend the Idol Awards in the human realm for the first time, your focus will shift to crafting each of their online personas—building a bigger fanbase and harvesting even more souls.

As you’re scrolling on your phone, editing their fan club page, you don’t notice how Jinu keeps glancing at you from time to time.

He can’t forget that night when he snapped at you to mind your own business. The look you gave him when all you did was ask where he was going. How he’d blown up over something so trivial.

He still remembers coming back to find you crouched by the door… snoring softly.

Did you… wait for him?

He approached you slowly, careful not to wake you. Once he was close enough, he crouched down to your level, arms crossed near his chest as he observed you in silence. He noticed a small line of drool on your left cheek, your mouth slightly open as you snored away.

Well, at least one of us is sleeping peacefully.

He chuckled under his breath. You kinda looked like his tiger.

You, still asleep, start stirring when you hear someone chuckling in front of you. Your eyes flutter open slightly, still droopy with sleep as you try to figure out where the sound is coming from. As your vision clears, the first thing you see are yellowish eyes glowing in the dark—slitted, just like a tiger’s.

And your instincts kick in.

Monster! Your brain screams—so you react the only way you know how: you move fast and punch it right in the jaw.

“Shit!”

The so-called monster exclaims as he falls back onto the floor, his crouching position lost as he lands on his butt, clutching his jaw.

Wait…

His?

You blink several times before your eyes adjust and you finally get a good look at who exactly you just decked.

“Jinu?” you say slowly, moving closer to him.

“Ah! Fuck, why would you do that?!” he groans, still holding his jaw. It's already turning red—definitely swelling from the force of your punch.

You stare at him, completely confused. “Do what? You were the one all up in my face in your demon form!” you shoot back.

“Why would you do that?! You know how easily I get scared!” you continue, now leaning over him with your hand outstretched, trying to check where you hit him.

“I scared you? By what? Being in my original form while I’m in the demon realm??” He says, clearly confused.

His tone earns a guilty grin from you as you shuffle closer, reaching for his face. But he flinches away again, not trusting your sudden nurturing instinct.

“No—nuh uh,” he mutters, leaning back further.

“Just let me see,” you say, insistently, using one hand to hold his cheek and the other to gently guide his jaw towards you.

Your fingers rest lightly on his cheek as you examine the damage, then begin massaging the tender spot with careful movements.

Neither of you speaks for a moment.

Jinu leans back slightly, both his hands planted behind him for support as he sits there on the ground. You're kneeling in front of him, your focus completely on his jaw—unaware of how intently he’s watching you.

He doesn’t even know why your worried expression affects him this much. Why the way you’re tending to him like this makes his chest ache a little.

It… makes him want to be taken care of by you.

And then, something clicks in his head.

“Wait—why are you sleeping out here?” he asks, brows slightly furrowed, voice dipped in confusion.

You meet his eyes for a second, still gently massaging his jaw—until you let out a quiet sigh, your fingers finally slipping away from his skin.

“I…” you start, but the words catch in your throat, heavy and hesitant. Your hands fall to your lap as you look away, unsure how to explain why you waited.

You shift slightly, adjusting yourself so you’re kneeling properly on the floor, sitting back on your heels. Your hands rest quietly at your sides as you glance down for a moment, then lift your eyes to meet his again.

“…waited for you. I just wanted to say I’m sorry...” you say, your voice softer now—genuine, and a little uncertain.

Jinu just stares at you, quiet, the faintest furrow in his brow as he takes in the look on your face. There’s something sad in it. Something concerned.

“It’s just…” you go on, trying to explain, “I was kinda worried when I heard from the others that there were demon hunters, and… then I saw you talking with Gwi-Ma which made me worry more, and then—”

You started to ramble. You pour it all out, every worry and concern you’d bottled up since you’d met him—fears you didn’t even realize were eating at you until now. And all the while, Jinu just listens. He watches you, and absorbs the way your voice shakes and how your words trip over each other in their urgency.

He doesn’t say anything.

Maybe it was because he had just come from meeting with Rumi, the weight of sharing his past still lingering in the back of his mind. Maybe it was because he had to lie—to twist the truth just enough so she’d trust him more. Or maybe… maybe it was the way you looked right now.

Without a word, he reaches forward and pulls you into a hug.

Everything around you seems to still.

His arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close while you’re still in your awkward kneeling position. You blink in surprise, your eyes wide as he presses you into his chest, grounding you with the strength of his embrace.

“J-Jinu—”

“Shhh…” He cuts you off gently.

“Don’t… say sorry,” he murmurs, voice low, almost as if it’s meant only for you. “Just keep worrying about me.”

His arms squeeze around you tighter, not painfully—but enough to make you feel like maybe your lungs are being a little compressed. 

Not that it matters.

Your chest is already tight for a whole different reason.

“Keep scolding me, annoying me, teaching me, correcting my posture, telling me about those weird hobbies of yours…”

His voice gets quieter.

“...Just keep being on my side.”

Maybe he meant stay by their side when everything falls apart. Maybe he meant don’t walk away when he and the others start pushing you back. Maybe he meant choose them even when they’re the ones making all the wrong calls.

Maybe… he didn’t mean it as Saja Boys.

Maybe… he didn’t mean it as your idol.

Maybe he meant it as Jinu.

Both of you didn’t know, because when he said that, all you could respond with was—

“I will.” You say, then slowly move your arms to hug him back. After a second, you add in a more teasing tone, trying to ease the tension, “I worked too hard to just give up now.”

You don’t see it, but that makes him smile softly over your shoulder.

His thoughts, however, are cut short when someone suddenly bumps into him—hard.

“Oof—” he grunts, turning to his right and finding Baby standing there, looking at him with an unimpressed, tired expression.

The music cuts off, followed by collective sighs of exhaustion from the rest of the group after Jinu messes up the choreography.

“Jinu, are you okay?” you ask, glancing up from your phone with a confused frown.

He looks at you, then at the others, who are now giving him the same questioning look. That’s when he realizes—he’d been so deep in thought about what happened the other night, he completely spaced out during practice.

“Y-yeah,” he says, voice slightly shaky. Baby immediately side-eyes him, then lets out a quiet snicker.

You narrow your eyes a little but let it go. “Okay… Maybe you’re all practicing too hard. Take five.”

You announce a five-minute break, turning your attention back to finalizing the layout of their online fan page. The boys scatter—some sit, some stretch, some sprawl dramatically on the floor.

Jinu makes his way to the side, dropping onto the floor with a sigh, eyes flickering over to you as you tap away at your phone.

Get it together, Jinu.

—

“Yeah, when I said you guys should follow the concept, I didn’t mean keep wearing the same exact outfit,” you say, arms crossed as you eye all five of them backstage at the Idol Awards. 

The Saja Boys had been invited, and were currently nominated for their first award ever for their hit song “Soda Pop.”

It was a huge night for them, and for you.

And yet here they were—dressed like it was still their debut performance.

Before the event, you’d made it very clear: stick to the concept, yes, but this time you were giving them creative freedom. You’d wanted them to try coming up with their own spin on the styling. 

“Yes you did, and I decided to stick to this because I like your style,” Romance says with that usual soft smirk on his lips, adjusting the very same outfit you picked out for him.

“Same!” Abby jumps in enthusiastically, flashing a proud grin.

You shift your gaze to the other three—Baby, Mystery, and Jinu—standing behind them.

Baby meets your eyes and deadpans, “I don’t care,” before sticking a lollipop back into his mouth. You don’t even want to know where he got that from.

You move to stare down Mystery, but he quickly diverts his gaze to a wooden floor tile. You roll your eyes and finally look towards Jinu.

He’s already watching you—clearly waiting for this moment. Just as he opens his mouth to give his reason—

You turn on your heel.

Yeah, nope.

“At least hear me out!” he calls after you, sounding half-laughing, half-desperate.

You don’t even stop walking. Just raise your middle finger over your shoulder in response as you head towards the bathroom.

Behind you, Jinu lets out a loud, delighted laugh, cupping a hand to his mouth as he grins.

Baby, Abby, and Romance all glance at each other before one of them decides to say what they’re all thinking.

“Wow. Our leader is awfully cheery today,” Baby remarks first, side-eyeing Jinu with a smirk, the lollipop lazily twirling between his fingers.

“So cheery,” Romance echoes, his voice lilting with faux wonder as he turns to Abby. “When was the last time he acted like this, Abby?”

Abby hums like he’s genuinely trying to remember. “Hmm… I think never, Romance. I’ve never even seen him laugh that hard.”

Jinu, already a few steps away, rolls his eyes and tosses back a muttered, “Fuck off,” before striding towards the staff—either to ask about their call time or, more likely, to escape the situation.

The three burst into laughter, unable to help themselves. It was too easy to get a reaction out of him. This was their version of a friendship. It was forged through months of surviving training, promotions, and your constant nagging together, showing in the way they poked fun at each other without ever crossing a line. 

They moved on quickly, already throwing ideas at each other about what to do after the ceremony.

Meanwhile, Mystery stood just beside Baby, silent throughout the whole thing. He hadn’t laughed or spoked, he just watched.

His gaze lingered on the spot Jinu had walked off to, unreadable beneath the soft fall of his hair. With only his lips visible, his expression was neutral which gave nothing to a bystander.

But his mind wasn’t idle.

He was thinking about the other day. 

The moment he caught Jinu and you just outside the door, hugging, while he was supposed to place another Soda Pop in the spot where he would always leave it just for you.

He had just looked at the two of you through the window before walking back to his room.

He’d just place it later, then.

—

For the next few weeks after your boys’ first-ever win at the Idol Awards, their popularity just kept growing.

Various brands, billboards—even an actual subway train—had used their faces. Saja Boys were giving HUNTR/X a run for most popular idol group. It’s just that they were still considered rookies, so some people didn’t compare the two’s popularity just yet. Still, the PRIDE fanbase—Saja Boys’ official fandom—had grown bigger and bigger, and you couldn’t be any more proud.

Which was why you decided to reward them with a whole week of no promotions, while you relaxed and focused more on your own personal interests.

It was a win-win!

As you’re finally lying down, your (stolen) laptop on your lap, you’re wearing your anti-radiation glasses and searching up old dance performances of your idols.

Oh, how you wish it wasn’t all gone.

You finally find one—with really bad quality—but you know what, it’s better than nothing. You click the video, humming along to the old intro, and just as they’re about to start dancing, your door bursts open.

It causes you to slam your laptop shut and immediately look at the demon who just barged in.

“What is it now, Baby?” you exclaim, slightly frustrated.

He just stares at you. “Are you looking at something lewd?”

Your face scrunches in disgust. “Ew, no!” you say as you throw an old pillow at him.

He dodges it easily. “Oh good, then you’re not doing anything important.” He continues, “Come with us—we’re going to a fan event.”

That makes you raise your eyebrows. “A fan signing event?”

He nods. “Yep. Of HUNTR/X,” he says, as if it’s not weird at all.

You look at him in bewilderment. “And WHY are you going to a fan event of HUNTR/X, A.K.A. the demon hunters??” Confusion thick in your voice.

He just shrugs. “Jinu said so, and we had nothing else to do, so… let’s go!” he finishes, before leaving—with your door wide open.

You just stare at the door before sighing. Quickly changing your outfit and rushing out to follow him.

“This better not be one of those lame jokes of yours again!”

next part

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Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 6

A/N: Y’all are not ready for this. And yes, there will be another part after this. I’ve also been getting a few requests for little side skits so I’ll do those as soon as I wrap up the series itself so please be patient with me if I haven’t responded!

I tried really hard on this part so please tell me your thoughts in the comments!

Disclaimer: I don’t any of the songs or anything in this series.

TW: Death, heartbreak, grief, etc. toxic parental figures.

Word Count: 4,987

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 7

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

The time had come.

The Saja Boys’ final performance.

Just one more performance and then they could spend the rest of their existence with you.

For now, they were on the other side of the crumbling barrier, standing before Gwi Ma as they watched the space fill with people carrying the red glow of their light sticks. You were there too. A succubus among humans, beautiful having fully accepted your demon side. You were quickly coming into your new abilities, having teleported there with them and now floating above the stands, over the heads in the hypnotized crowd directly across from the stage. The best view in the house. Even from there, they could see the warm amber glow of your eyes.

They were worried about you, of course. But selfish beings could only ignore the call of their desired one for so long. You had chosen to join them, to love them. Flaws and all. And that was the sweetest addiction of all. So they would follow wherever you beckoned and they would protect you and love you with the entirety of the wretched tatters that remained of their souls.

Just for you, they had decided to perform this last song in their demon forms, forgoing their human guises.

“Well done. Ready to forget it all?” Gwi Ma’s voice rumbled as he looked hungrily out at the crowd of fans gathering in place for the performance.

Jinu looked over them as well, memories of the moment he left his mother and sister behind flashing in his mind and then Rumi, their moment of peace found within their friendship, and then you. The soft moments together of you two beneath the stars, you sharing modern music with him. Your face in joy. And then your face in despair. The face when you joined them. His expression steeled. He would do this for you. He didn’t care if Gwi Ma went through with the deal or not anymore.

“Good,” Gwi Ma purred. “Glad that girl is useful for something. And she’ll be singing with you, correct? Perfect. I’m ready to feast.”

The Boys grimaced, their fists tightening at the way the tyrant talked about you. But they all agreed on one thing.

They would do this for you. To protect you.

The Saja Boys had tried to change your mind when you said you would be helping with their final performance, it was a huge jump to go from just letting them feed Gwi Ma all these souls, to actively being a part in feeding them to him yourself.

But you had remained stubborn. “I refuse to be a passive supporter any longer. From now on, I’ll make my own path. Even if it leads me to Hell,” You had said with a sweet, content smile. So they agreed. And incorporated you into their performance with the ease of elite professionals.

Derpy the tiger mewled, nudging Jinu’s arm with the bracelet from Rumi offered in his mouth, shaking Jinu from his thoughts. But Jinu hesitated in taking it. Rumi had been his… friend. But he betrayed her. And she had turned her back on you, the girl he had grown to love. Jinu’s fist clenched.

It was an odd feeling, sitting as you floated in the air, the repeated monotonous chanting of ‘Saja. Saja. Saja,’ sounding below you over and over again. And it was strange seeing your reflection whenever you passed it. Your skin had taken on a dark lilac hue, the electric magenta glow of your patterns contrasting sharply. Your eyes glowed an amber, your pupils slit like a cat’s. Your fingers had lengthened, your nails grown into claws, and even your teeth had sharpened. But you kinda liked it. It was badass in a way.

Your mind lingered on them. Mira, Zoey, Celine, and… Rumi. Yes, they had left you. Turned their backs on you. But… you had loved them for so long. For years, they were your entire world, taking care of them and watching them grow. It would be hard to let them go from your heart.

However, that didn’t mean you would save Mira and Zoey from being part of this crowd.

It would be hard to let them go from your heart, but you wouldn’t forgive them.

You perk up when the Saja Boys logo flickers on screen, the image of Jinu’s demon eyes flashing for a brief second before the logo returns, the crowd coming alive with raucous cheers as a haunting tune begins, the boys rising to the stage. The boys floated, solemn looks on their faces as the song began. You were immediately enraptured just by the presence of them.

“I'll be your idol~”

The boys burst into motion, landing on the stage with their movements hypnotizing and magnetic.

“Keeping you in check (Uh), keeping you obsessed (Uh)~ Play me on repeat, endlessly in your head~ Anytime it hurts (Uh), play another verse (Uh)~ I can be your sanctuary~” Kwan opened strongly, drawing the crowd in with his movements and his charm easily. His eyes were on your figure floating above though, peering up at you from below the brim of his hat.

“Know I'm the only one right now (Now)~ I will love you more when it all burns down~ More than power, more than gold (Yeah)~ Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm hеre for your soul~” Chungae and Hyeon joined in, putting their all in this performance because you were watching. Their first and last performance with you. But, hopefully, not the last time they would sing with you.

You were so drawn in that you couldn’t even sway along to the song. You knew this song was meant to gather souls for Gwi Ma, layered with layer after layer of demon charm and hypnotism. But, it feels like they’re singing just for you.

“I'm the only one who'll lovе your sins~ Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin~”

Maybe it's because they are.

“Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir~ Can I get the mic a little higher?~ Gimme your desire~ I can be the star you rely on (You rely on)~ You're lost in my daze, yeah, you can't look away (Hey)~ Don't you know I'm here to save you~ Now we runnin' wild~ Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol~”

The boys’ eyes glowed at you as they danced and sang. Their focus was on you the whole time. This last song was for you, not a message directly to you, but it was all for you. You were entranced, not by their demonic charm and hypnotism, but by them. The way they moved, the way their expressions drew you in.

The boys teleported in a burst of demon magic, reappearing in different places on the stage walkway. Gwi Ma appeared behind them, beginning to come through the barrier.

“Uh, shining with my fame, keep on shout my name, I'm your idol~ Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral~ Uh, yeah, endless is my fever, makin' you a believer~ I was born for you, only your idol~” Jum rapped to the crowd of charmed fans, but his thoughts were completely on you. He couldn’t help but love performing, something he hadn’t expected when Jinu came to him with his plan. But it led him to all these new experiences and it led him to you. These words were meant for the fans but this performance was for you. Gwi Ma’s fires flared around them as more and more of him came through until he fully manifested behind them.

“Don't let it show, keep it all inside~ The pain and the shame, keep it outta sight~ Your obsession feeds our connection~ So right now give me all your attention~”

Then the lights of the stage and the light sticks went out, even the screen with the Saja Boys’ logo on it. The only light being the fires of Gwi Ma. The song abruptly cut off with a glitch effect. And then a new song sounded.

Your cue.

You teleported on stage as the first line of the song left your lips in a haunting melody, your voice enhanced by the demon charm you layered over it.

“Insane, inside~ The danger gets me high~ Can't help myself~ Got secrets I can't tell~” The boys teleported around you, moving and sweeping around you in a circle as you sang, striding forward towards the crowd with confidence you didn’t know you had. The crowd was cheering even more enthusiastically at the surprise voice of a female voice, one they had never heard before.

“I love the smell of gasoline~ I light the match to taste the heat~” The six of you spread out to different points of the stage, reaching enticingly to the crowd with sweet smiles.

“I've always liked to play with fire~”

As the beat dropped, it shifted back to ‘Your Idol’ but you sang with the boys this time as you all beckoned the crowd forward.

“Living in your mind now~ Too late ‘cause you’re mine now~ I will make you free~ When you’re all a part of me~”

The six of you teleported back onto the stage. You floated up first, the boys following you up as you harmonized with the boys. Looking down, it was a crowd of faceless figures bathed in red, drawn in by Gwi Ma’s flames and you guess… yours and the boy’s demonic powers. Why was it so easy? These people were mindlessly marching to their deaths and you couldn’t find yourself feeling terribly guilty. Maybe later you will, when the hurt and the anger at them will fade, but right now? Your heart was cold to these people.

“(Listen 'cause I'm) Preaching to the choir~ (Now) Can I get the mic a little higher? (Play with fire)~ Gimme your desire~ Watch me set your world on fire (Play with fire)~ You're lost in my daze, yeah, you can't look away (Hey)~ No one is coming to save you~ Now we runnin' wild~ You're down on your knees, I'ma be your idol (Play with fire)~”

Everyone stopped. You, the boys, the people all stopped as the music cut out and the sound of a voice came from the back entrance to the stands. The crowd began to part.

“We are Hunters. Voices strong.” You frowned as Rumi came into view. The boys and you slowly descended, landing on the stage with Gwi Ma at your backs. The boys closed ranks around you, protective of you and weary of the demon Huntress. You narrowed your eyes at Rumi, scanning over her form. She looked just as bad as when you had last seen her but her face was blank, numb.

“Slaying demons with our song. Fix the world and make it right. When darkness finally meets the light.”

“You come here like this?” Gwi Ma mockingly questioned your sister. “You think you can fix the world? You can’t even fix yourself.”

“I can’t.”

“And now everyone finally sees you for what you really are.”

“They do.”

“And the Honmoon. Is. Gone.”

“It is.” Even from all the way up on the stage, you could see Rumi’s eyes change as she looked up at Gwi Ma sharply, her amber eye disappearing. “So that we can make a new one.”

~~~

Rumi had many regrets in her life.

She wasn’t perfect, she always knew that. But the golden image of perfection in her mind that she had always strived for was nothing but a pretty illusion. And when the illusion broke, she had hurt you. You, her precious twin sister. The sister that all she wanted to do was protect.

After her talk with Celine, Rumi had to face the hard truth that Celine had poisoned their minds. You and her used to be so close but when did that stop? She had to ask herself what happened to the times when you would laugh together over the stupidest little things? The times you would try to cook together only to end up chasing each other around the kitchen with food stained hands? The times when your giggles would fill the grassy clearing in the forest, your secret spot just between the two of you?

And Rumi knew it was her fault. She didn’t protect you like she should’ve, protected you from Celine’s harsh demands and her shoving the two of you into too tight molds of their parents.

And now there you were. The image of their father come to life, standing before Gwi Ma, your back to his flames as the Saja Boys stood on guard in front of you. You looked demonic, with dark lilac skin, clawed hands, black clothing, and the glowing amber eyes she could see from there. But you were beautiful. You were standing with a confidence she had never seen in you—or perhaps never noticed you had. And you had sung. She hasn’t heard you sing in years and she didn’t realize how much she missed it until she heard your voice again.

Rumi swore she would protect you. She had already broken that promise. But she would hold what remains of that promise in her weary hands with all her strength.

Although, first? She would need her girls.

“Nothing but the truth now~ Nothing but the proof of what I am~ The worst of what I came from, patterns I'm ashamed of~ Things that even I don't understand~ I tried to fix it, I tried to fight it~ My head was twisted, my heart divided~ My lies all collided~ I don't know why I didn't trust you to be on my side~”

You watched blankly as Rumi walked forward, her patterns beginning to glow in a rainbow iridescence as it spread up her legs and to her arms and face. You couldn’t help but think it was just like Rumi for her to take her flaws and make them pretty.

Looking to each side of the arena, you could see Mira and Zoey making their ways down to the stage, their chests glowing blue faintly. It seemed like Rumi’s voice had reached them. ‘It was a song for them, after all,’ you couldn’t help but think bitterly, your fist clenching.

“I broke into a million pieces, and I can't go back~ But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~”

Zoey joined the song as she reached the stage, “Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?~”

Mira reached the stage as well. “I should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead~”

Together, they sang their song of hope, “Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ The song we couldn't write, this is what it sounds like~”

The three were glowing. This must be what it looks like for their souls to connect to their song. You had never seen it before.

But Gwi Ma had.

“Stop this song!” He roared behind you. He summoned a hoard of demons, flooding the stage in three directions as they charged at the girls to try and keep them from singing.

You knew the power of the girls and their voices. You knew as soon as Rumi started singing that this was a losing battle. Which meant that they would more than likely end up killing you here, with the boys…

“We're shattering the silence, we're rising defiant~ Shouting in the quiet, you're not alone~ We listened to the demons, we let them get between us~ But none of us are out here on our own~ So, we were cowards, so, we were liars~ So, we're not heroes, we're still survivors~ The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired~ But dive in the fire and I'll be right here by your side~”

The girls embraced as they finally reunited after getting through the hoards trying to keep them apart. It sent a wave of light out over the crowd, beginning to form a new Honmoon as Mira and Zoey’s once black accents on their outfit turned to pure white. You couldn’t help but feel bitter. Rumi had come for Mira and Zoey. And the lyrics they were singing? It felt like a kick in the chest.

But they were right in a way. You weren’t alone. You had the boys. Rumi and you were both exactly where you belong at that moment.

“We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back~ But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls turned and marched steadily towards you and the boys. A shiver of fear went up your spine, waiting for them to summon their weapons so they could kill you and the boys. But they didn’t.

‘I’m sorry, (Y/n). Please. Hear me,’ Rumi mentally pleaded, her eyes on yours as she marched towards you, Zoey and Mira at her sides.

‘Please come back to us, (Y/n). I’m so sorry we… I didn’t stand with you,’ Zoey smiled at you, soft and apologetic. The pit of guilt in her stomach that had formed as soon as she had chosen to follow Mira instead of trying to listen to you pulsing in her chest alongside her soul.

‘It’ll be hard but… we love you. Please come back,’ Mira marched with determination. ‘They’ll share the patterns together.’ The iridescent patterns on their purified clothes glimmered in the light the same as Rumi’s.

‘Protect (Y/n),’ was the only thought in the Boys’ heads. They couldn’t shake the memory of you crying in their arms. You had said that they threatened to kill you if they saw you again. Their hearts shuddered in their chest at the thought of you dying with them. No. They refused to let it happen, they promised you that they wouldn’t leave you and they promised themselves that they would protect you.

Kwan, Jum, Chungae, and Hyeon charged forward, leaving Jinu with you to stay back and protect you as they faced the girls who summoned their weapons.

“Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?~ Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead~ Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~”

Despite Rumi’s determination to reach you, Gwi Ma interrupted her, summoning the horde of demons back to him to boost his power as he grew in size, gaining enough energy to manifest more of his features. It startled the girls, distracting them as they held Hyeon, Chungae, Kwan, and Jum back.

“Your voices cannot defeat ME!”

Gwi Ma roared, sending a blast of power from his mouth at Rumi. Your eyes widened as Rumi stumbled under the force of Gwi Ma’s blast, straining under the weight on her sword. Mira and Zoey cried out for her but couldn’t reach her as the Boys held them back.

Your heart was pounding as Rumi screamed, trying to muster all the strength she could to hold Gwi Ma back. But she could only buckle under the force, falling to her knee. You unconsciously took a step forward. Would you really be able to watch your sister die?

‘Why?’ Rumi questioned herself. ‘Why am I never strong enough?!’

She stumbled when the force against her sword suddenly disappeared. She blinked, looking up.

‘No…’

Your human eyes looked back at her.

You hadn’t even registered moving. You couldn’t even remember if you had teleported or used your demon abilities to fly. But it didn’t matter. You were there now, holding back Gwi Ma’s power with your own body. Protecting Rumi.

“(Y/n), no…” Rumi’s voice cracked as she stood, her hands hovering uselessly by your shoulders. ‘What could she do? Why wasn’t there anything she could do?!’

‘Guess old habits die hard…’ You thought to yourself. You smiled sadly at your sister as her eyes welled with tears, despair in her eyes. But also guilt and regret.

“I’m still angry at you, y’know,” You told her softly.

“I know. I know…” Rumi cried, her voice wobbling. “I’m so sorry, (Y/n), I never should have turned my back on you. I never should have left you behind! I just… I wanted to protect you…”

“I know. I wanted to protect you too,” You told her. You could feel your skin flaking away into ash, the heat of Gwi Ma’s power eating through you slowly and yet all at once. It hurt. But you still had things you needed to say. “I’m still angry at you, but I’ll always love you, Rumi. After all, you’re the other half of my soul, remember?”

Yeah. She did remember. She closed her eyes, pressing your foreheads together as she remembered. Her tears wet your faces as she felt you fading away.

When the two of you were little, you would dance in by the ancient tree. Perfectly in sync with childish giggles in the air and happiness in your souls.

“You’ll always be the other half of my soul, (Y/n),” She had promised.

“And you’ll always be the other half of mine, Rumi!”

Nights spent under the stars, trying to find shapes and wishing on the shooting stars that streaked across the night. Celine would come scold the both of you for staying up so late but the two of you hadn’t cared.

“We are Hunters, voices strong~ Slaying demons with our song~ Save the world and make it right~ When darkness finally meets the light~” The two of you would sing together, your voices fading together.

She remembered when you had proudly showed her your first attempts at writing a song. The two of you had spent a week finishing it together to show Celine, who had politely clapped over it before dismissing you.

You at her side when the two of you first met Mira and Zoey.

You staying up for several nights in a row just to get their debut outfits just right, making sure every detail matched their personalities, were comfortable for them to wear, made them feel confident and strong.

You in the wings with Bobby or backstage during every single one of their performances.

You cooking their favorite foods for their birthdays, making sure to make the cake their favorite flavor from scratch.

You helping them to their beds when they spent hours into the night working on a song when inspiration struck.

Your voice when you were happy, when you were frustrated, when you were giddy, when you were tired, when you were comforting her.

“You’re gonna do great. You’ve got this.”

Your face when she had hit you and then left you behind without a second glance, numb to your cries.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

Your anger.

Your joy.

You.

And then you disappeared beneath her touch and all that was left was your soul. Rumi choked back sobs as the orb circled around her, humming in a way that reminded her of childish giggles and little voices singing in a clearing. “I love you too…” She wanted to fall to her knees right there and start sobbing, grieving her sister. But she couldn’t because she wouldn’t let your death… be in vain.

Rumi summoned her sword but it was different this time, heavier and yet lighter all at once. It was bigger than it had been and she could feel your soul humming through it. The two of you were always stronger together, that’s how it was meant to be…

The Saja Boys’ chest felt like a gaping maw as Gwi Ma roared, Rumi cutting through him with your sword. This was unlike any pain they had ever felt before in their centuries of existing. Were they even still alive? Was this death? Was this agony? Was this hell?

Jinu fell to his knees, his hand falling from its raised position, kneeling defeatedly halfway between Gwi Ma and where you had once stood. Biting his lip, not caring as it began to bleed, tears welling in his eyes.

Chungae stumbled, his hands to his chest as if he was trying to hold his heart together without all the pieces. His mouth was agape as if a name stood on the tip of his tongue but his lungs couldn’t give them the air to cry out.

Hyeon stood frozen, his arms limp at his sides. He stood like a gaping wound, succumbing to its fatalities. He was open and vulnerable to an attack but he didn’t care. He stood like a puppet waiting for its strings to be cut. Giving up on living.

Jum took a staggering step toward where you once stood and faltered. He didn’t want to believe his eyes, wanting to go to that spot right there to make sure you weren’t really gone. But he didn’t want to see if you really were either. A single tear trailed down his cheek, leading the way for the others to follow.

Kwan faltered, tripping over his feet and landing on the ground. He pulled his fist back and struck the stage with all his strength, leaving a small crater where he hit but the pain was nothing in comparison to the pain in his chest. He hadn’t been fast enough to help you. Stuck in a stalemate with one of the Hunters, neither letting the other get away from the fight. He cursed as he lowered his head.

Mira shuddered, turning her head away to swallow back her grief. She cursed fate for never letting her have the family she wanted. For letting her build this little family with her own two hands only to keep taking pieces away from her. You were her sister. There would be time for grief later.

Zoey’s arms went limp by her sides, the grip on her knives slackening until they faded away in her shock. She couldn’t process what had just happened. They were going to save you. They were going to apologize and talk it out so everything would eventually be okay again. She wanted to give up. Go back to the days where you would listen to her lyric ideas, always listening to every line no matter how odd or strange. Please.

The Saja Boys and the girls were almost swallowed whole by grief and despair. But the girls still had a job to do.

Mira and Zoey turned to the boys, their glares watery as they readied their weapons. They were intent on finishing their fights quickly so they could go support Rumi.

The boys looked at each other.

They would follow where you beckoned.

The girls were shocked when the boys made no move to attack them. Instead, they seemed to… surrender. Their heads bowed and they closed their eyes. Maybe it was their grief, their heart’s having broken, or their love for you, but… Before the girl’s eyes, the boys began fading away into ash.

One by one, they faded away with acceptance. They faded until all that was left was five aching souls, battered and broken, but whole. And they followed where you led. They danced around Mira and Zoey who watched in shock as the souls raced toward Rumi to circle around her sword trailing behind her.

Their souls led the way as the crowd joined in their song of hope and acceptance, their souls empowering the girls as they raced after Rumi, letting them run faster and faster than they ever had before as all the colors of the rainbow danced around them. The power of all the souls connecting with them were enough to lift the girls off their feet as they continued the song with determination.

“We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back~ But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~ Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?~ Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead~ Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls came together before Gwi Ma, soul energy dancing around them endlessly as Rumi held your sword out and the girls held the offered hilt together. They could feel your soul humming through them, and they closed their eyes. They felt all the souls connecting with their song, connecting with each other and with a flare of light, Gwi Ma was banished and the rainbow Honmoon was sealed.

“My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~ Truth after all this time, our voices all combined~ When darkness meets the light, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls looked out over the world that they had saved. That you had saved. The crowd was cheering, the sky was clear and bright as the rising sun finally shone over them. The rainbow Honmoon pulsed with power. They descended, gently landing on stage. Mira and Zoey released the hilt of your sword, letting Rumi hold the sword gently by its hilt and the blade. She could see her tearful eyes reflecting back at her as her grief filled her heart. For a moment as the sun glinted across the blade, she thought she saw your human eyes reflected back at her, surrounded by five other pairs of eyes.

She held the sword close to her chest, falling to her knees before the crowd of cheering fans who were none-the-wiser. The fight was over.

And you were still gone.

Outtakes:

You: *Looking at your new demon form* “Wow. How snazzy.”

The Saja Boys: *Drooling over you* “Yeah…”

…

You: “Why don’t you just make another hat for Derpy so he and Sussie can match?”

Jinu: *Shook like you just gave him the answers to the universe*

…

Rumi: “(Y/n)! I’m here to protect you!”

The Saja Boys: “Thank you for your services, but you are no longer needed.”

…

The Saja Boys: “We have only known (Y/n) for a day but if anything happened to her, we would kill everyone in this room and then ourselves.

*Five parts later*

The Saja Boys: “…”

…

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[dixonsbugaboo]

Human Fangirl Turned Demon Manager

Human Fangirl Turned Demon Manager (Part 5)

HFTDM Masterlist

synopsis: you’re a low-level paperwork clerk demon who somehow ended up hired (threatened) by a smug, too-pretty demon named Jinu to become the manager of the demon realm’s first-ever demon boy band. all because he accidentally found your boy band concept sketches.

warning: cursing and that’s it i think??

this chapter is by far one of my fav works, it’s giving calm before the storm 🤯

The sound of Abby’s laughter echoes through the street as you recall how you mistook the demon hunters backstage for their fans.

You’re all walking along Sinchon Myeongmul Street now. With nothing left on your schedule, you, Abby, Romance, Mystery, and Baby decided to wander the human realm and check out what’s changed since… Well, all of you died.

So far, not much has changed since your death—aside from the usual old people who are now most likely dead and getting roasted in flames. Seoul was—and still is—a mesmerizing city at night.

“It’s not funny!” you protest, smacking Abby’s chest. “I’m a clerk! I write and highlight papers for other demons, not study up on what demon hunters look like.”

Okay, maybe it was a little ignorant of you not to know what they looked like. But in your defense, it wasn’t like you expected to actually run into them. When your deskmate started rambling about generations and Honmoon this, Honmoon that, all you could think was: Damn! Your deskmate is OLD. Like, how do you even know all that?

Abby’s still laughing, and when he claps your back, you jolt upright automatically. Seriously—he needs to get a better grip on his strength.

Baby, sipping banana milk beside Romance—who is beside Mystery—glances your way.

“Yet you still have time for those now-lame idols of yours,” Baby says before taking another sip of his banana milk.

You look at him and shoot back snarkily, “Haha, yeah, and I remember not asking for your thoughts.”

He just smiles at you. “You’re welcome.”

You’re both interrupted by Romance, who’s been chatting with Mystery.

“Ohhh! Yeah, we should definitely check that out,” Romance says.

He turns to you, Baby, and Abby. “Let’s check out that box thing!” he finishes, pointing at something across the street.

You raise a brow.

A box thing?

You glance toward where he’s pointing, squinting slightly because it’s a little far, and see a group of schoolgirls lined up for a… wait—is that a photobooth store?

Baby, also squinting, asks, “What’s that?”

“I don’t know,” Romance shrugs, “but Mystery thinks we might like it.”

Mystery quickly raises both hands slightly, like in surrender. “I—I didn’t mea—”

“It’s a photobooth!” you suddenly exclaim in excitement, then dart across the street like cars don’t exist.

One car, which was driving peacefully, slams on the brakes as its driver spots a woman sprinting across the road like it’s her personal crosswalk.

“Woa—Hey! Do you wanna die again?!”

You hear someone yell—probably Baby—but you don’t care. It’s been way too long since you’ve seen a photobooth. Back when you were alive, you and your friends would always squeeze into one. You especially loved the ones where it looked like you were posing with your favorite idol.

Wow. You kinda miss doing finger hearts with D.O.

As you’re running to the photobooth, the other boys—still watching you try not to get run over by a moving vehicle—are all stunned where they stand.

Baby is the one who breaks the silence. “What’d she say? Photo tube?”

“Does it matter what she said? Let’s check it out too!” Romance says before grabbing Baby’s hand, which causes him to yelp.

Abby just looks at the two, shrugs, and follows.

Mystery is the last one to trail behind, mumbling something about, “I guess… you guys… can join…”

You, who are now already there, almost accidentally trip.

“Oop—”

You make a noise, catching yourself just before you hit the ground. Your ankle stings a little, but nothing you can’t manage.

You enter the store. The schoolgirls who were in line are already inside, laughing as they take their photos.

You look around and notice how clean the place is—maybe it’s because the walls are white. There are two mirrors, a table filled with all kinds of glasses (you assume for accessorizing), and in the corner near the picture area are racks of head accessories.

Oooh! They have bunny ears! You could totally force the guys to match.

You remove the yellow cap you have on and place the bunny ears on your head. You then proceed to check out the other bunny ears and pressing them—delighted by how fluffy they are—a voice behind you interrupts your thoughts.

“Aren’t those like the ones from your sketches?” It’s Romance.

You turn to him, eyes lighting up. “Yeah! Try it on, quick.”

He doesn’t say anything, just leans his head down toward you, waiting for you to put it on his head.

You place the ears gently onto his head, then slowly lean back slightly to get a better look. He lifts his gaze and looks right into your eyes, still leaning close.

“So? Do I look cute?” he says, clearly waiting for your reaction. “My number one… fan?” he adds, dragging out the last part in a teasing tone.

You stare up at him. His bangs fall just a little lower because of the white bunny ears, but the pink accents on them match his hair so well it’s almost unfair. His hair frames his face perfectly from your view, and the way he’s looking at you—like he’s waiting for your praise or something—makes your heart stutter a little.

Oh-kay.

The two of you continue to stare at each other, Romance smiling softly while you just gaze at him with a dazed look in your eyes.

“HAHA—You look like you got electrocuted and it made your ears go straight up!”

Baby, who has actually been standing beside Romance the whole time, laughs while pointing a finger at how he looks.

That snaps you out of your daze. You turn to Baby. “Oh yeah?” you say. Before he can even react, you plop the bunny ears right onto his head.

You don’t notice it, but Baby’s ears turn the faintest shade of pink.

“Awww,” you coo first before continuing. “I would insult you for saying that to Romance, but bunny ears really suit you, Baby.”

You cross your arms while looking at him with a teasing smile. He’s just standing there, a little stiff, eyes darting anywhere but you.

Abby, who has finally caught up, also starts teasing Baby.

“Aww, look at the little Baby being a baby bunny∼” Abby coos, wrapping one bicep around Baby’s neck while his other hand ruffles his hair playfully.

“Ugh! Get your fake steroid muscles out of my face,” Baby grumbles, trying to wriggle out of Abby’s headlock.

You giggle at how goofy they look. It’s like watching an older brother messing with his little brother. Your eyes instinctively drift towards Romance—and catch him still looking at you.

He doesn’t say anything. He’s just staring—then winks at you.

Which, quite frankly, makes you want to stab yourself for letting that affect you way too much.

“U-ugh! I’ll j-just… uhh—” you stammer, your mouth struggling to form actual words as your brain lags.

Your saving grace arrives in the form of Mystery, who just walked inside.

“Mystery!” you practically shout, startling him slightly before he relaxes when he sees it’s just you. You speed walk over to him, desperate to escape the absurd moment you just had.

The situation being: Romance actually making your already non-beating heart feel like it’s beating again.

Yep, now you get it.

Why he’s the one called Romance out of them all.

The demon really does know what the people want.

“Let’s all try the photobooth!” you say, quickly grabbing Mystery by the hand. You then drag him over to the others, who are still busy teasing Baby about the bunny ears.

“Hey guys, let’s do the photobooth,” you announce, moving to grab the other bunny ears—your other hand still holding onto Mystery’s, who stays quiet beside you, simply observing what you’re doing.

“And… what are we supposed to do here exactly?” Baby asks, mumbling a final, annoyed “move” to Abby, who still has him in a headlock. Abby finally lets go, and Baby starts rubbing his neck while shooting you a look, clearly waiting for an explanation.

You look at them all pointedly. “You guys don’t know what a photobooth is?” you say first, followed by, “Seriously, how old are you guys? I’m actually kinda shocked you can even sing, rap, and dance that well.”

They glance at one another, clearly having zero plans of answering your how old are you guys question.

You continue, “It’s just taking photos. Like, you know…” You pause. “Digicams… or painting a face portrait. Whatever era you all crawled out from.”

“Ohhhh,” they all say in unison—except Mystery, who remains beside you, silently staring.

Just then, the schoolgirls finally exit the photobooth, giggling and laughing as they look at their photo strips.

You gasp, clasping Mystery’s hand tighter. “Look, they’re already done. Let’s go!” you say, speed-walking over with him in tow. Mystery follows wordlessly as you drag him along, your other hand holding the bunny ears that all of you will be matching with.

You enter and immediately take in how tiny the space is—it could barely fit you, Mystery, and maybe Baby.

“Wow, this is tiny,” Abby says behind you, followed closely by Romance and Baby as they all attempt to squeeze inside after him.

“Oof–” you grunt, getting slightly squished to the front when they all try to pile in at once.

Things turn chaotic fast, with everyone trying to stand in the same tiny spot without trampling each other. Your grip on Mystery’s hand gets lost in the shuffle as survival mode kicks in.

“Abby, move!”

“No, you move, Romance! You’re crushing my knees.”

“Can the weirdo touching my butt let go? I don’t swing that way. Unless…”

“It’s not me holding your butt, Baby.”

“I… think you’re facing the wrong way, Abby.”

After a few more rounds of shuffling and mild screaming, you all finally manage to squeeze into a semi-decent formation where at least everyone’s face is visible on the camera. Well, Abby’s body is mostly outside the booth—but as long as his face is in frame, you count that as a win.

You insert the borrowed (stolen) money into the machine, then start choosing the settings and picking out a couple of cute filters.

And… done.

“Okay, let’s take a picture without the bunny ears,” you say, holding up a finger heart. Mystery and Baby, standing on either side of you, both try to copy whatever you’re doing with your hands. Abby and Romance, in the back, each do half a heart and try to connect them into one whole heart—something they saw a bystander do during their performance.

Click!

“Done, now let’s put on the ears,” you say, then begin trying to make them all wear the bunny ears. Mystery was easy—he just stood there quietly, waiting as you placed it gently on his head. Romance was just as cooperative. Abby, though, was harder—mainly because you were still squished at the front of the booth, and he wasn’t really helping. He let you struggle a little before finally leaning down, letting you place the ears on his hair.

You could hear a few annoyed “Hey!” and “Watch the face!” complaints from the other guys as Abby leaned in, squishing everyone else even more in the cramped space.

You then turn to Baby. He’s just standing there, staring at you.

 “No,” he says flatly.

“Oh, come on! It’s just one picture!” you protest, immediately trying to put the ears on him yourself. A mini-wrestling match breaks out inside the photobooth, sending everyone into another tumble as the limited space works against you all.

“Baby, just put it on!”

“You put it on, Abby!”

“Abby already has it on—that doesn’t even make sense.”

“Your face doesn’t make any sense, Myst!”

“Uh… that was Romance…”

“Guys! The countdown is already starti—”

Click!

Before any of you could even react, the camera had already snapped the picture—catching you all mid-argument. In the photo, you’re half-twisted, trying to wrestle bunny ears onto Baby’s head while his mouth is open mid-retort. Abby’s arms are outstretched to help, Romance is inexplicably posing with his side profile and flashing his earring at the lens, and poor Mystery’s face is half cut off.

“Damn it, Baby!”

“I don’t care. I’m not putting it on.”

You roll your eyes, just in time to see the countdown beginning again.

“Fine, whatever. Another picture, guys!”

The next two photos were just as disastrous—all with no bunny ears, thanks to Baby’s petty refusal. Finally, you all tumble out of the tiny booth. Everyone heads outside while you stay behind to wait for the photo strips.

…Why is it taking so long?

While waiting, the pain in your ankle starts to return—worse now than before. You glance down, wincing. It must’ve gotten pressed or twisted while you were being crushed in that booth. You lean down, lightly touching your ankle. It’s red now. You try to take a step but the pain just doubles.

Crap. How are you going to walk normally now?

The photo strips finally print out. You grab them and try to walk—slowly. Your gait’s slightly off, but you tell yourself it’s not that noticeable.

You step outside the booth and look around…

No one.

…Did they seriously leave you again?

You scan the sidewalk, slight panic rising in your chest. How are you going to get back to the demon realm? Your demon magic wasn’t strong enough for teleportation!

“Oh, did they leave?”

A familiar voice cuts through your panic. You look up to see Abby… munching on a donut.

Huh. Truly a peculiar bunch, these demons.

“Abby!” you call out, relieved. You try to walk over to him but stop mid-step when your ankle protests again. You wince and freeze where you are.

Abby, who had been watching you the whole time, starts strolling over—still chewing.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks around another bite. He’s holding a small paper bag that is full of donuts.

“It’s nothing,” you lie, trying to straighten up. “Where are the others?”

He shrugs. “Dunno.” Another bite. “I saw some lady eating these and thought they looked good, so I asked her for some. She was super nice—gave me the whole bag. Haha!” He beams, proud of himself, and starts rummaging through the bag.

You squint. There’s a slip of paper.

Ah. 

A phone number.

He tosses both the bag and the number into a nearby trash can, already munching on the final donut.

You stare at him—still chewing.

Hmm. Poor Lady.

You then try walking again, this time slower, carefully searching for the other boys. Abby, who had just finished eating his donuts, casually falls into step beside you.

“So, where are the photos?” Abby asks.

“Oh, here,” you say, pulling them out and showing him all the photo strips. He leans in a bit closer to you, glancing at the pictures while you focus on walking slowly and carefully.

Abby, initially engrossed in the photos, glances down at your feet.

 Hmm. Did you always walk like a zombie?

Suddenly, he crouches down in front of you, facing your direction, which startles you.

“Wh-what are you doing?!” you exclaim, alarmed because—hello?—there’s now a Greek-god-level man crouching in front of you.

“Why are you walking like that?”

“L-like what?”

“Like a zombie.”

You try to wave it off. “I-It’s nothing. I just tripped earlier. It’s not a big deal.”

He keeps eyeing your ankle, then looks up at you. You open your mouth to tell him to get up, but before you can, he turns around and crouches lower—back now facing you in a very clear gesture.

“What the—Abby, what?” you ask, already knowing exactly where this is going.

He gestures with one hand. “I’ll carry you.”

You immediately protest, “No, really, it’s fine. We can just stay here and wait for the others.”

“Just—hop on. We’ll move faster than whatever this is,” he says.

You're still hesitating. It's been ages since someone gave you a piggyback ride—and the last person was your best friend who only did it because you couldn't swim.

“Do it, or I’ll carry you like I did back at the studio.”

That threat is all it takes to make you immediately scramble onto his back.

Yeah, you weren’t about to relive that again. You literally vomited earlier.

You wrap your arms around his neck, legs hooked around his waist, while he holds you securely in place. He stands up, adjusts you slightly for balance, then warns you to hold tight. He shifts into a light running stance—

“Wait! Don’t run,” you say quickly. “Just walk normally. The guys probably aren’t too far.”

Your face is right near his right ear, your voice softer now.

He listens and slows down, walking steadily.

It’s quiet between you. Mostly because you can’t bring yourself to talk properly. He asks you questions about the photos and all you can do is hum or give short, vague answers. Your brain is still trying to process that you’re being carried by Abby—the same demon who used to annoy the hell out of you by sitting on you randomly.

You’re still not sure if this is a blessing… or an elaborate prank that ends with you waking up back on your work desk.

Trying to act casual, you throw out a question you’ve always wondered about.

“Abby, why did you agree to this?”

“To what?”

“Being in a demon boy band?”

He pauses mid-step, then resumes walking—but slower this time.

“Personal reasons,” he replies simply. “What about you?”

He throws the question back at you without really answering, and you take that as a sign that he doesn’t want to elaborate. You respect that.

“Personal reasons,” you echo, but this time with a teasing tone.

Yeah, no way you’re telling him the real reason you said yes was because Jinu promised you there would be hot demons involved.

He grins slightly at your answer. The both of you laugh—and the silence that follows isn’t heavy anymore.

It’s… kind of nice.

Hopefully, everything stays this nice.

You then begin hearing whispers in your ear, causing you to flinch slightly.

“Woah, are you—” Abby starts to ask, but he suddenly pauses mid-sentence. He’s hearing them too.

Your other hand moves to your right ear, trying to block out the eerie murmurs, but it’s no use. The whispers only grow louder, more persistent—and that’s when you feel it.

Your demon marks start to glow.

Oh no.

You glance at Abby and see it—his demon marks glowing as well. And before either of you can react—

You're yanked from the human realm.

Back in the demon realm.

In Gwi-Ma’s chamber.

You land with a thud, falling from Abby’s shoulders onto the charcoal-black pavement. Dizzy and breathless, you sit there for a second before lifting your head… only to realize you’re surrounded.

Surrounded by demons.

What the fuck?!

Your heart nearly leaps out of your chest, panic rising fast—until you realize…

They’re not looking at you.

They’re looking at the Saja Boys.

Your eyes dart to the center where you now see Mystery, Baby, and Romance—clearly teleported here just like you and Abby. You find yourself staring at them from where the crowd of demons are standing, like you're just another spectator.

“Saja Boys!”

“Saja Boys!”

“I love you guys!” one demon cries out, full-on sobbing.

You glance toward the crowd—your jaw drops slightly.

Damn, they even have the limited-edition lightsticks you designed.

The chamber erupts in cheers, the air crackling with demonic energy and the arrival of incoming souls, all funneling toward Gwi-Ma. You’re now standing there, stunned, watching the spectacle unfold—until you notice something.

Someone suddenly appears, collapsing in front of Gwi-Ma.

He’s now speaking with Gwi-Ma, his back straight, posture confident.

Jinu.

—

“Where are you going?” you ask Jinu, arms crossed as you stand outside the abandoned building.

When you and the boys finally got back, the first thing you did was head to your room to rest. But you were woken up by a sound from outside. When you checked it out, you saw a figure walking quietly.

It was Jinu.

“I’ll ask again. Where are you going?”

He only glances at you, the corners of his lips tugging into a smirk. “Why? Are you concerned about me?”

“Yes.”

Your answer makes him pause mid-step, right before he can teleport. He turns to you fully.

“What?”

You keep going. “I’m worried about you. Didn’t you run into the demon hunters earlier?” There's concern in your voice.

He stares at you, eyes slightly widened. 

You knew about the demon hunters?

Then he turns away again, scoffing lightly. “That’s none of your business, manager.”

You take a step toward him. “Jinu—”

“No.”

This time, he fully turns then walks over to you.

“Your role is to be our manager,” he says coldly. “Nothing else. So quit asking about things you’re not involved in.” His voice is sharp, words slicing through the air between you.

You stare at him, stunned—your eyes slightly wide at the sudden outburst.

Then he looks away.

And without another word, he teleports back into the human realm.

next part

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[dixonsbugaboo]

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘦.

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𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 2 - 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭

Fem!Reader x Saja Boys

Summary: Reincarnated in the body of a demon from the last film you saw before you died, you have decided to change the script of the story in your favour. But you didn't count on your presence in the story changing everything.

Warnings: slow burn, swearing, Abby being touchy, ooc (probably), cringe (probably), no proofread (oops)

Word count: 3000

A/N: OMG THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR SUPPORT! I actually started this on a whip, I just needed to let it out but I couldn't even imagine how many of you would read it!! I'm sorry if the quality isn't the best, it's been a long time since the last time I wrote, and I'm not used to do it fully in English. Also, this is my first time writing for this fandom, I hope to do it well enough for your criteria (/へ＼*) this chapter is kinda messy (the whole story is, actually) but I hope you like it!

Ch. 1

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The Saja Boys in their human form were even more breathtaking than you remembered. I mean, you'd seen the movie a bunch of times, you'd seen edits, but this… wow. Another level.

When you helped them get ready to look a little more like how you remembered them appearing in the human world in the movie (because it turns out Abby's hair was blonde, not magenta, and Romance had extremely long hair), they still had pointed ears, large fangs, and even horns, just like you. But once they took their human form, the one they used to have before Gwi-ma took his cut… holy cow. Jinu didn't change much, but the others… Why didn't they go around like that in the underworld? Didn't Gwi-ma allow it? Was the king of hell completely blind or did he just have the worst taste in the world?

On the first day after their human transformation, it was hard not to stare at them. But what could you do? When something so appealing is put in front of you, it's impossible to ignore it completely, right? Even though you knew they weren't for you. Jinu would end up falling in love with Rumi, clearly, and your main idea was to be cupid with the others to satisfy Zoey's fantasies about Mystery (or Baby, who knows) and prove to Mira that pink-haired boys could feel things.

Jinu was aware of how hard it was for you to look away from the others sometimes, and also that little by little you were snapping at them less and talking to them more, with less fear and less embarrassment. He was aware of how you were getting closer to them, how you were starting to laugh at their jokes… And that, for some reason, made him feel a little itchy.

He found it hard to understand you. You were cheerful and at the same time the grumpiest, foul-mouthed person he had ever met. He noticed that when you told them things, you never said everything and always kept bits of information, secrets, to yourself. You were bossy, but at the same time you were attentive and loving. And, although he found it hard to admit, unfortunately you were intelligent. And as much as he wanted to deny it, he loved how proud you could be: you never let anyone walk all over you, you turned red with anger if you weren't listened to, and you were always (always) right, even if deep down you weren't. Plus, for some strange reason, even though you were rude, bossy, and grumpy, when you sensed that the boys weren't in the mood, you were kind. You didn't ask for anything in return; that's just how you were. When the boys got frustrated because the choreography Abby came up with was too complicated, you encouraged them to keep trying, and you reasoned with Abby so that everyone would be happy with the result. You helped Baby write his parts, always gave Mystery his space, and were extremely patient with Romance. Clearly, you didn't behave like a demon, and that caught his attention. You had horns, you had patterns, you were there with them... but at the same time, it seemed like you were somewhere else.

You used to hum when you were concentrating and thought no one could hear you, you bit your nails when you were nervous, you tilted your head when you didn't understand something, you narrowed your eyes when you were angry... these were details he learned to see in you over time. Familiarity breeds affection, I suppose. But he would never, ever admit that he liked your company, that he liked the way you were. He'd rather suck Abby's toe.

Time passed, and the moment to negotiate with Gwi-ma was approaching. Soda Pop was almost ready, thanks in part to the fact that you knew the lyrics by heart from listening to the film's soundtrack too many times. You had given the boys some freedom with certain things because you were starting to trust that, despite the chaos they caused and the moments when they weren't bothering you, they were more or less normal boys (they were demons) who had made bad decisions. And also, what if some little details changed from the original plot? That was kind of your idea since the beginning, right?

Since one of your ideas was to free them, after all, you had to try to understand them and show them that they could get their souls back, right? And live happily in the human world, with a second chance. You just had to get them to want it themselves and believe they could do it.

"From the beginning, guys," Abby announced, bringing your thoughts back to reality, "One, two, three… leg, shoulder, shoulder, leg, and turn… No! Byeol, not like that! It's shoulder, leg, and turn, not shoulder, turn, and leg." He put his hands on his head and pulled at his hair in frustration.

"We've been rehearsing for HOURS, it's normal that I get confused when I can't even FEEL MY LEGS," Byeol shouted back.

But then… you noticed that right in front of you was a scene straight out of a fantasy drama, seeing them exhausted from rehearsing. Why did they have to be so alluring?

You couldn't help but run your tongue over your lips as you watched Sang's T-shirt cling to his torso, clearly revealing his defined muscles, and as a drop of sweat trickled down Dasom's neck to a place that was dangerous to imagine. Byeol panted and brushed his mint-coloured hair away from his beautiful face in a way that was too exquisite for your mental health, and Mystery was crouching down, pulling on the neck of his tank top and revealing his sharp collarbones. Jinu… you quickly looked away. That was dangerous. His face was tilted upwards, his neck tense and sweat dripping down it, panting. Your heart skipped a beat.

Oh holy molly.

They were going to be the best boy band in the entire human world.

As a former music producer in the genre, you had no doubt: the fans were going to be absolutely crazy about them. You knew by herat. You watched the movie.

When you let out an evil laugh while staring at the floor (looking at them in that state was dangerous for your plan and your heart), the boys decided that the best thing to do was… to leave you alone. Who knows what crazy or stupid idea had crossed your mind. They didn't want to be part of it.

And at the same time, how cute you were when you laughed like a villain.

¸.*☆*.¸.*☆*.¸.*☆*.¸.*☆*.¸

Finally, after a lot of hard work, they were ready. The song, the choreography, the concept, the costumes…

It had been quite a journey.

From Sang and Byeol fighting over the choreography, to Minjun being unable to make the finger heart that is so typical of idols, Dasom planning scandals with the hunters to ruin their career (clever but cruel, you wouldn't let him do it), to Jinu refusing to wear anything pink. The fact is, you had to yell at each and every one of them at least three times during the process. You were exhausted, but it was finally time for them to negotiate with Gwi-ma, and since you intended to hide while they did, you took the opportunity to relax… and, since you already knew he would accept the deal, you also took some time for yourself.

It was time to abandon your demonic form (borrowed through possession, so to speak) and get to know your human form.

Goodbye horns and see you never outstanding frog eyes.

You missed being able to scratch your face without risking poking your eye out.

But you didn't expect Sang to come back so soon to find you and share the good news.

You had your back to him, putting a pastel pink bow in your hair and helping yourself with an old, broken, chipped mirror. You had put on a little make-up and dressed like a normal human (which is what you were, after all), so you could travel to the human world as soon as possible with the boys without attracting too much attention. A light breeze smelling of sulphur (the most characteristic smell of hell, actually) ruffled your hair. You were surprised by your human appearance, which you assumed would be that of the demon whose body you had taken over. You liked what you saw.

And so did Abby.

He swallowed hard, afraid to make a sound and disturb you. You looked so… different. So… human. You seemed smaller, more fragile… although it was clear that your bad temper was still there, beneath that good-girl image. You had caught his attention from the start, though. He thought you were an interesting and fun demon, and you never minded when he asked you to stroke his head because he was feeling particularly down about Gwi-ma's mental torture.

The first time you met, you seemed weak to him. Jinu had explained the plan to him and insisted that even though you looked like an average demon, you would be useful to them. Abby knew that the boy band idea, ridiculous as it was, could work and benefit him, so he decided to join (besides, Jinu was his friend and he knew that his memories were torturing him), but he didn't understand how a low-ranking demon with so little presence could be useful… until he tried to mess with you, saying sweet nothings to get you to benefit him in particular, delicately grabbing your chin to bring his face closer to yours… and you bit his hand. Hard. From then on, he learned that those tricks didn't work on you, and that you had sharp fangs.

Little by little, he opened up to you and became more himself. He liked your company, he liked how you pinched his elbow when he did something that annoyed you, and he loved how you smiled, showing your fangs and squinting your eyes.

But now, seeing you like this… something warm spread through his chest.

It was just you and him. Alone. For the first time ever.

He swallowed again.

His hands were itching; he needed to touch you. He wanted to rest his arm on your shoulder, caress your waist, touch your hair, try to take your chin in his hand again, this time without the biting. He wanted to know if your skin was as soft as it seemed, and if you would mind him hugging you from behind.

What were those stings he felt in his chest? It wasn't tickling.

Then you turned around and saw him. And you screamed. Really loud. And you threw the nearest thing you found at his head: the broken mirror.

How dare he show up like that, in complete silence? Was he trying to scare you? Did he want to pinch your hips to make you jump, like he had done so many times before?

Luckily, you had bad aim and he had good reflexes, because if you had hit the target (his handsome face), it would have been a problem for his debut.

"Abby!" you shouted, blushing from the outburst you'd just had. "You almost gave me a heart attack! Make some noise if you're going to appear like that, say something, I don't know. My heart is beating like a Chihuahua's." You put your hand on your chest to corroborate your comment.

Abby, who was still processing what he was feeling and thinking and to whom you had just thrown a mirror, decided that giving it too much thought would only give him a headache, and that surely everything that had just happened (especially the fact that you ALMOST destroyed his face) was due to nerves about whether Gwi-ma would approve of the plan or not.

‘I'm sorry,’ he said, flashing a half-smile that made your heart skip a beat. It bothered you so much that he was so good-looking and sweet at the same time, when he often pretended to be tough. Alert: attractive boy. Block K-drama music and sparkles behind his figure. Mayday, mayday.

You turned your back on him again and swallowed hard.

Did you just try to attack him…? Well, it was clearly self-defence.

Abby decided that thinking was indeed a waste of time, so he simply approached you (this time making it clear that he was moving so you wouldn't get alarmed and try to knock his teeth out with your fists), rested his chin on the top of your head, and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

"Don't be mad at me," she said with a pout. "I just wanted to tell you the good news. Gwi-ma thinks it's a great idea."

"And why are you standing there in silence? Are you a ghost now?" you asked, frowning.

Abby found that expression adorable when you made it in your human form. You were much less intimidating that way. You squirmed a little until you turned around in his arms, and he moved back a little to give you space. He lowered his arms to your hips and his chin so he could look you in the eyes.

You had beautiful eyes.

Both as a human and as a demon.

"It's just that…" he tried to explain. For some reason, he felt embarrassed. His ears and the back of his neck grew hot, and he didn't know what to say to justify his actions.

Why hadn't he said something, or jumped on you to shake you off your shoulders or pinch your hips? Why had he preferred to watch you from afar, imagining what it would be like to hold you tight against his chest?

"HEY! THE FIRST RULE, ABBY! NO FLIRTING!" someone shouted.

Abby and you, startled, turned to find yourselves face to face with the other four members of the group. Romance was in front, pointing accusingly at Abby.

"Manager! Bite his head off like you did to me last time! Yank his hair and pull his ears hard!"

At that precise moment, you became fully aware of how close you were to Abby, your hands resting on his chest while he absentmindedly caressed your hip with his thumb.

You had been living with them for some time, and you had never allowed them to get so close to you without resorting to violence (always in self-defence) or without initiating it yourself (after all, Abby liked physical contact too much, and denying him that would make you a bad person). They really enjoyed teasing you to make you blush, which is why you had imposed the no-flirting rule. But since you had thrown the mirror at him, you had let your guard down… hadn't you?

You pushed away the thought of how good Abby's chest felt in your palms and decided to forget the look he had given you as he apologised. There was no need to read between the lines. He was just trying to annoy you. You took a step back and he didn't resist, letting his arms fall to his sides.

"For the last time, Romance. I'm not your manager. I'm your music producer. I just help you guys out a little bit with your stuff beyond writing your songs because you're a little inexperienced."

"Then why aren't you beating Abby up for…?"

"We were just talking, Romance."

With your hands? That close to each other?

Romance wasn't entirely comfortable with this. He understood that Abby liked physical contact, but when he had tried to caress your cheek affectionately, you had reacted by trying to bite his nose.

"(Y/N), you look very pretty," said Baby, who was looking at you with a gentle smile.

Wow. That had caught you off guard.

Mystery nodded slowly, agreeing with him.

"Pink suits you."

You tried to think of horrible things to keep the colour from rising to your cheeks. You weren't going to let them win.

Silly you, you couldn't understand that they meant it.

"Gwi-ma has given us the green light. It's time to settle into the human world and finish the last details before launching Soda Pop," said Jinu, who had been completely silent until then, staring at some point on the floor.

… Why were there bits of glass everywhere?

"Perfect," you said, clapping your hands. "It's time to conquer the human world and steal those fans from the hunters."

Everyone nodded.

Then Jinu looked up and saw you. He really saw you, for the first time since you appeared there. Human, you were… different. He noticed how small your hands looked without claws, and how soft your hair seemed.

………. not cute at all.

Abby had decided he wanted to touch you just because he simply wanted to touch you, period.

He liked how you hugged him and stroked his hair when he asked you to or when you realised without him saying anything that it was what he needed. It was because you were nice to him, and that was it, nothing else.

Besides, you had thrown a mirror at him.

Why had he apologised…?

Why did he think your smile without fangs was as beautiful as with them?

Why hadn't he realised before that he had always thought you were pretty, ever since the first time he saw you?

Surely it wasn't anything important.

And he was sure you would get angry with him if he told you.

Would you bite his hand if he took your chin again?

Would you push him away like you just did?

Why had his heart been in his throat when he hugged you just before the others arrived, if it wasn't the first time he'd done it?

And why couldn't he see that little by little he was feeling more and more like a planet orbiting around you, rather than a mere partner in a plan to destroy humanity?

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Ch. 3

A/N: SO! Finally it's here! The next chapter! Woohoo! Sorry if it's bad, I'm not completely happy with the result. But well, some Abby time! And... Abby shimping... ish... hahah... My plan is to give them all the oportunity to steal yout heart... but onlye one of them is going to keep it. When the time comes, I'll let you chosse the endgame! But for now, let them just be confused hehe.

ALSO I probbaly won't be able to post as soon as I did with these last chapters, but I'll try to do it as soon as posible!

Please let me know if you like it! Commenting and rebloguing helps me write faster (at least it gives me the motivation to) (・ω<)

See you soon!

Nun🐇​

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